A visit to Green Acre

by Brendan Mc Namara The Postman Calls Rick Drouin, the postmaster for Eliot in Maine (a small town on the eastern seaboard of the United States) is sitting in my living room, drinking tea. His wife, Nancy, and friends, Paul and Pat are talking about their travels around Ireland and more particularly how they came…

The SS Celtic

by Brendan McNamara Leaving New York “This is my last meeting with you, for now I am on the ship ready to sail away…” Thus ‘Abdu’l-Bahá bade farewell to the Bahá’ís after His extraordinary journey in North America. For almost eight months, the Master had criss-crossed the United States, visited Canada and had concluded one…

‘Abdu’l-Bahá and Cobh

by Brendan McNamara Cobh “There is a reason for everything”, my friend said and I nodded in agreement. I was not feeling so sure, however. I was puzzled. Maybe there is no reason, apparent or mysterious, for some things that happen or things that do not happen. Take for example the connection between ‘Abdu’l-Bahá and…