July 2022 Featured Article
No Man is an Island
When I was a young girl, I watched the movie “No Man is an Island.” I remember the World War II flick bothering me long after seeing it. The brutality of war haunted me. Even back in 1962, when the film didn’t contain gratuitous violence. To this day, images pop into my head.
Perhaps I recall it now, because I just finished a week of blogging entitled Islands in the Storm. I researched the Gulf Coast Island, and the theme of islands and isolation mulls in my brain. I seriously felt isolated while researching, writing, and blogging every day all week.
In celebration of my release week of Restored Grace, Book Two of the Bay Town Series, I wrote the posts the barrier islands off the shores of Mississippi. A small fictional town on the coast is the setting for my series. But I never knew about the islands. Now that I do, I may incorporate them in my future books. Check out the posts at www.kathleenjrobison.com/blog.
My Facebook followers loved learning the fascinating history, and I did too.
Going back to research the movie proved fascinating too. It follows a lone Navy serviceman, a radio operator trapped on the Island of Guam in the Mariana Islands. If you remember Jeffrey Hunter, he’s the actor. Maybe that’s another reason I remember the film so well! The movie was based on true accounts George Tweed. Interestingly, the movie took the theme from a poem by John Donne, who I’ve since found out was a Christian cleric in the Seventeenth Century. He preached a sermon on his poem. The theme, of course, was that no one is self-sufficient, but more important, Donne was comparing people to countries and arguing for the interconnectedness of all people with God. Another sweet note was that the movie had a priest who sacrificed to help George Tweed, along with many others on the island. When I discover things like that, it makes me smile and warms my heart. Like a little wrapped packaged from God. Let me share it with you.
No Man is an Island by John Donne
No man is an island entire of itself;
every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main;
if a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were,
as well as any manner of thy friends or of thine
own were; any man’s death diminishes me,
because I am involved in mankind.
And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls;
it tolls for thee.
When I was blogging, the first few islands had me excited at what I discovered, and I immediately put them on my invisible bucket list to visit. But as the week went on, the loneliness and isolation about the history enveloped me. They’re small, uninhabited islands. While the sereness was appealing, digging into the past and learning about those who lived and died there affected my heart. Especially so because of the lack of the Lord being mentioned.
We are like that, aren’t we? Amidst this crazy world, we can often feel like islands when a figurative (or literal) hurricane rocks our foundation. The world swirls around us, and we dig in, trying not to sink. Every day I receive prayer requests, and my heart breaks. I’m always adding pages to my prayer journal, literally. I’ve started a few other journals, but I love my torn, ragged, broken binding one. As I grip it, I can feel God’s hands at work there, reminding me of the power of prayer. Of Him. I’d love to pray for you, please drop me a line on my Facebook page or my blog.
In Restored Grace, my new release, the main character Carol Scape is an admittedly broken woman. Aren’t we all? Although her brokenness is shielded by her free-spirited look on life. She stands like an island facing the storms in life all on her own. She makes mistakes that might be avoided if she trusted the Lord and those around her who love Him. But she finds hope!
And I hope you will too. As you trust our sovereign God, reach out to ask for help and offer help to those around you. Sometimes we feel like that island in the storm, but the Lord created that island, he created the storms, and He holds the answer to our rescue, Jesus Christ.