So I have returned after six months to the blog. I worried that it was gone, lost forever in the ashes of cyberspace. We had accomplished what we set out to do, one solid year of blogging. I was not alone in hoping the sibling blog experiment would survive the one year requirement. But it probably was inevitable that we would all cast aside the blog for other things.
Yet here I have returned and like a phoenix rising from the ashes, the blog lives again. I think this time, there shall be no rules, no requirements, just the freedom that is in essence, a blog. To this freedom, I submit my first post of the resurrected blog.
As the fourth child, my day of required posting fell on a Thursday. I have returned to this day, for the sake of continuity, but also because I realized that I have become the man who was Thursday. This ironically matches my first topic of talking about, G.K. Chesterton's work, The Man Who was Thursday: A Nightmare. This excellent work is basically about a man who mistakenly becomes a member of an anarchist group and finds himself surrounded by enemies. However, as he confronts these men in turn, he discovers that they are all actually on the same side and each thought they were alone amongst enemies. It's a lively read that takes the reader through the excitement and fear of confronting devilish foes(such as an invalid man who can run as fast as a young man, or the sinister face hidden behind dark shades and a man who takes sword wounds but does not bleed) only for the reader to share in the joy and relief of finding a friend in one's worst enemy. The best part of this book is the Catholic aligned ideas, of salvation, divinity clothed in human flesh and the intrinsic goodness of the human being. It remains still one of my favorite stories I've read.
