Peace at any cost, even a cross.
The Power of Christ compels me...
On the morning of August 9th, 2005 – the 60th commemoration of the atomic bombing of Nagasaki, Pentagon guards brutally arrested seven who dared to speak the truth…
“Every effort will be made to assign Conscientious Objector applicants to duties which will conflict as little as possible with their asserted beliefs… those who are determined to be 1-O Conscientious Objectors will be discharged”
I sent this letter to the pastor at my local church. You'll see why...
I hope (and pray) that the rectory hasn't burned down.
Today at mass, you gave a wonderful homily about Jesus' parable of the wheat and weeds. But I noticed that you stumbled a little after describing the terrorists as 'weeds'. Perhaps you were thinking what I was thinking, that if the terrorists are weeds... why are we trying so hard to uproot them?
This is just a random email, and I'm sure you have greater things to attend to (like building a new rectory? I hope not!), but perhaps you'd appreciate the thoughts of a regular visitor to the Shrine - a visitor who truly admires your work and words.
After your homily, I sat thinking about my own personal weeds, my own sins that needed uprooting. But then we began our petitions. And we asked for the success of the soldiers in Iraq. We asked that their labor would result in peace. I could not help being frustrated and upset at the contradictory message being sent down the pews.
To expand upon the image of the wheat and weeds... have you ever used a weed eater? A weed whacker? It is a sort of hand held mini-lawnmower. It whips a cord around very quickly, and mows down a small circle of grass, weeds, and whatever else happens to be underneath it. As we prayed for the labor of American soldiers in Iraq, I could not help but think - "We are praying for the success of a weed whacking operation."
I agree with you - the terrorists (or at least, the terrorists' actions) are weeds. They cause terrible destruction. And America has sent men to stop them. But like you explained so eloquently - when you tear out the weeds, you often tear out the wheat. Even using human hands, we often damage the wheat. But imagine weed whacking. How can a machine distinguish between wheat and weeds, when humans can't?
As we have seen in Iraq, with 20,000 to 100,000 dead Iraqis... it can't.
And so, sitting at mass, with visions of Christians weed whacking fields halfway across the world (for fear that the weeds will spread to their own cherished fields...), I grew despondent. To sit through a prayer asking for God to bless the 'labor' of weed whackers... was simply too much. A man labors to build a house. A woman labors to bring a child into the world. But fire doesn't labor to destroy a rectory. Machines of warfare don't labor to create life. They scheme to destroy it.
Jesus pointed this out to us over 2,000 years ago. Love your enemies, he said. Don't pull up the weeds. All who use the weed whacker will die by the weed whacker. And yet we pray for the opposite? Perhaps this is simply the musings of a lost and misguided Catholic who has taken the magisterium into his own hands, but I cannot help but feel that today at Mass, you felt Jesus calling you to speak out against our violence towards the enemies of mankind. I heard in your voice a certain hesitance... a hesitance to tell the people what they didn't want to hear... but what they needed to hear. I could feel the tension in the pews as you talked of not judging others. I could see the restlessness of an audience who wanted to be told - "It's okay to pull up the weeds. It's okay to mow down other countries' fields. We have to protect
ourselves from the weeds. We cannot wait for God's judgment, for we are righteous enough to judge the world."
But you didn't tell them that, and I know Christ is smiling down upon you and your wonderful work at the Shrine. But I hope, that if you see things the way I think you do, that you will have the courage to go further... to show us what the Gospel *truly* means. If America continues to hunt down the weeds of the world, taking the un-American wheat with it, we will need a strong voice to proclaim the peace of Christ. That voice will be shouted down. It will be slandered. It will be crucified... but it must not, and cannot fail. Not if there is to be anything left alive when Christ returns.
God Bless, and peace,
George Galloway is a member of the British parliment, and he spoke recently about the London bombings. Here is the full speech, and here is a snippet:
Many members of Parliament find it easy to feel empathy with people killed in explosions by razor-sharp red-hot steel and splintering flying glass when they are in London, but they can blank out of their mind entirely the fact that a person killed in exactly the same way in Falluja died exactly the same death. When the US armed forces, their backs guarded, as a result of a decision by our politicians, by our armed forces, systematically reduced Falluja, a city the size of Coventry, brick by brick and killed an unknown number of people—probably the number runs to thousands, if not tens of thousands—not a whisper found its way into the Chamber. I have grown used to that. I know that for many people in the House and in power in this country the blood of some people is worth more than the blood of others.
"To some who were confident of their own righteousness and looked down on everybody else, Jesus told this parable: "Two men went up to the temple to pray, one a Pharisee and the other a tax collector. The Pharisee stood up and prayed about himself: 'God, I thank you that I am not like other men—robbers, evildoers, adulterers—or even like this tax collector. I fast twice a week and give a tenth of all I get.'
"But the tax collector stood at a distance. He would not even look up to heaven, but beat his breast and said, 'God, have mercy on me, a sinner.'
"I tell you that this man, rather than the other, went home justified before God. For everyone who exalts himself will be humbled, and he who humbles himself will be exalted."
- Lk 18:9-14
Taken from Christianforums.com, in response to a lot of typical right-wing rationalizations for our war with Iraq. The reasons are always self-righteous, and always deceitful. They are lies founded upon lies, with the logic of idolatry underpinning them. So here are my responses.
"You shall know a tree by its fruits..."
All the rationalizations and excuses for war fall apart when you look at the fruits.
The tree looks so healthy, they say. The leaves, they're so green. The roots go deep!
But 100,000 dead Iraqis disagree with you. Bush caused their deaths, and admits it. "Better to fight the terrorists in Iraq than fight them in America." In other words, 100,000 dead Iraqis is preferable to 1 dead American. How many dead Iraqis will it take before the warmongers get it? The fruits of war are dead mothers, dead fathers, mutilated sisters, maimed brothers... the fruit poisons every heart who has witnessed body parts flying, who has witnessed bodies burning in the streets, who has witnessed their flesh and blood splattered against walls.
100,000 dead Iraqis. Some disagree with the number? Fine. 20,000. Do they feel more self-righteous because the war only killed 20,000 innocent people?
"Tragic," they say. "We grieve with the Iraqi people."
You know who is really grieving? You know who really sees the tragedy? Christ. Christ sees Iraq, Christ sees the war, Christ sees the fruit of the warmongers, and Christ weeps. He weeps for the dead - the dead bodies in Iraq, and the dead souls in America.
I weep too.
Put away the rationalizations and excuses. Look at the fruits. Look up at the tree, and see the storm gathering. Because its raining bodies.
As you can see, no one debates the evil fruits of this war. No one denies the devastation and destruction of this war.
Warmongers don't deny any of it. They simply blame someone else. God forgive those who think it is okay to "break a few eggs to make an omelet", who throw the eggs against a wall, who see the yoke pour down its surface, who see the shells splatter against the ground, and who then shrug and say, "well, it's the wall's fault. We aren't responsible. Our hands are clean."
But it isn't yoke upon those walls. It's blood. Those aren't pieces of eggs on the floor. Those are pieces of children's skulls. And such is the fruit of war.
Warmongers blame everyone but themselves for the death they've caused. Yes, that they've caused. Maybe Iraq was a mess before we got in there. But current day Iraq became our mess the moment we invaded it. The terrorists were encouraged to come into Iraq, and all the warmongers said it was a good thing. A good thing! Because it "is better to fight terrorists in
Iraq than in America." Because Iraqi innocents are meaningless. Because the blood of Iraqi children is thinner than the blood of American children. Because we refuse to accept the fruits of a war we started.
We planted the tree. We broke the eggs.
Now we'll eat our fruit, we'll eat our omelet, and when we are finally faced with the real truth of our wars, when we see that our food is a clumpy paste of human flesh and blood... we'll puke.
I apologize for the harsh visuals and harsh words. But we must know the agony of the Iraqi widow and Iraqi orphan. We are far too casual about the death of tens of thousands of Iraqis. We are far too ready to blame everyone but ourselves.
But Christ calls us to repent. He calls us to see our sin - not to deny it. He calls us to convert, and to believe his good news, his Gospel: that where the rest of the world hates and kills its enemies, we are called to love our enemies, we are called to die to save them - even if that means being nailed to a cross.
And now our refusal to heed that call has led to the death of countless innocents. Does it surprise anyone that the neoconservatives are not a Christian group? They don't pretend to be Christian. The only one who does that is Bush. The rest of them are self-proclaimed secularists. When they
say that an American life is worth more than an Iraqi life, they mean it. Because they don't care about Christ. They don't care about Christ's Gospel. They don't care about repentance.
But we do. We seek the truth earnestly, even knowing that truth will reveal our sin. The truth is that we started a war with good intentions - we wanted to disarm a tyrant, we wanted to forge peace in the midst of oppression.
But those are not the fruits of this war. There was nothing to disarm. We have forged chaos from oppression. And the innocent continue to die.
Let us not deny this truth. Let us instead, repent, and find another way to solve our problems. Because war is not working, and never has.
Jesus knew this. Pope John Paul the Great knew this. Benedict knows this.
And you do too.
God Bless, and peace.
So asks Sheila Samples. Here is the intro to her article, "Are the good times really over?"
On Memorial Day, George W. Bush, the world's most bloodthirsty and deceitful man, strutted to the podium at our National Cemetery in Arlington, Virginia to once again regurgitate his woefully shallow and inappropriate stump speech: "Across the globe (sly smile), our military is standing directly between our people and the worst dangers in the world (pause, smirk)...the war on terror has brought great costs (no-nonsense head bob)...two terror regimes are gone forever (narrowed eyes darting nervously back and forth across the crowd), freedom is on the march (leaning forward earnestly), and America is more secure."
Unfazed by plummeting poll numbers at home or spiraling fatality numbers abroad, Bush remarked with shudderingly bad taste that all headstones look alike -- a Texan's crude way of saying, "You seen one skull orchard, you seen 'em all," and announced with devilish arrogance that his mission remains unchanged -- he has the terrorists on the run and he isn't going to stop until he has spread God's gifts of freedom and democracy and liberty and neat stuff like that throughout the world. His will will never be broken. His mission is God's mission; together, he and God will rid the world of evil. On behalf of God, Bush said he 'preciates folks dyin' for the cause. Heck, he even honors 'em.
They applauded him. It was astonishing. They applauded, when they should have been wailing in anguish while collapsing under an unbearable sense of national loss. But no. Grinning like cartoon caricatures, they applauded an in-your-face war criminal -- a great deceiver who is openly intent on destroying everything that is, or ever was, good in their lives. Bush's mission will be over when the good times are over; when they're over for good -- when all that remains is broken. Broken families. Broken bodies. Broken societies. Broken cultures. Broken hearts. Broken world.
Where are the Christians? Where is the revulsion at Bush roaming freely on hallowed ground while belching out lies and deceit that have caused the slaughter of 1,942 coalition troops -- 1,752 of them American -- more than 18,000 wounded or maimed; 10,000 stricken with lifelong disease? Where is the raw horror that Christians should feel for a charlatan who boasts that he is on a mission from God -- a mission to rule over a world of hate and lies and fear and death and disease?
How do we speak the truth? Is there a balance between being clear and being gentle? Some thoughts...
Jesus never used words to hurt others. He never used the truth to maim.
But he never backed down, either.
"Love your enemies."
This means exactly what is says. It means telling them the truth in a way that doesn't put them on the defensive, in a way that doesn't cause them to reject the message because of the messenger, in a way that truly speaks to their soul.
Jesus did this through parables, and through his own example. Only at the end, when his enemies gathered not to listen, but to kill, did Jesus finally utter the blunt truth: "father, forgive them... they know not what they do."
"Love your enemies."
We shouldn't expect a pat on the back for loving our enemies. We should expect a cross. Our gentle words of truth and love will find themselves accused of fire and hatred. Turn on Fox news, and see men rage against those who speak for peace. Turn anywhere where the truth is hated, and you will see fierce men fighting to destroy the lambs of God.
For we are lambs.
This doesn't mean you won't be censored and slandered. This doesn't mean that you won't speak the truth with love. But it does mean that you will be attacked. It does mean that you will be preyed upon by wolves. It means that you will carry the cross your Christ has prepared for you.
But remember - blessed are the meek, for only a meek man can speak the truth with love, and only a meek man can carry a cross to save his killers.
Good luck, and God Bless.
I sent this recently to a friend of mine. Maybe you'll enjoy it...
Courtesy of Mark Twain:
Mine eyes have seen the orgy of the launching of the Sword;
He is searching out the hoardings where the stranger's wealth is stored;
He hath loosed his fateful lightnings, and with woe and death has scored;
His lust is marching on.
I have seen him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps;
They have builded him an altar in the Eastern dews and damps;
I have read his doomful mission by the dim and flaring lamps--
His night is marching on.
I have read his bandit gospel writ in burnished rows of steel:
"As ye deal with my pretensions, so with you my wrath shall deal;
Let the faithless son of Freedom crush the patriot with his heel;
Lo, Greed is marching on!"
We have legalized the strumpet and are guarding her retreat;*
Greed is seeking out commercial souls before his judgement seat;
O, be swift, ye clods, to answer him! be jubilant my feet!
Our god is marching on!
In a sordid slime harmonious Greed was born in yonder ditch,
With a longing in his bosom--and for others' goods an itch.
As Christ died to make men holy, let men die to make us rich--
Our god is marching on.
I wish Mark Twain was alive today. We'll have to settle for his Ghost:
It was a time of great and exalting excitement. The country was up in arms, the war was on, in every breast burned the holy fire of patriotism; the drums were beating, the bands playing, the toy pistols popping, the bunched firecrackers hissing and spluttering; on every hand and far down the receding and fading spread of roofs and balconies a fluttering wilderness of flags flashed in the sun; daily the young volunteers marched down the wide avenue gay and fine in their new uniforms, the proud fathers and mothers and sisters and sweethearts cheering them with voices choked with happy emotion as they swung by; nightly the packed mass meetings listened, panting, to patriot oratory which stirred the deepest deeps of their hearts, and which they interrupted at briefest intervals with cyclones of applause, the tears running down their cheeks the while; in the churches the pastors preached devotion to flag and country, and invoked the God of Battles beseeching His aid in our good cause in outpourings of fervid eloquence which moved every listener. It was indeed a glad and gracious time, and the half dozen rash spirits that ventured to disapprove of the war and cast a doubt upon its righteousness straightway got such a stern and angry warning that for their personal safety's sake they quickly shrank out of sight and offended no more in that way.
Sunday morning came -- next day the battalions would leave for the front; the church was filled; the volunteers were there, their young faces alight with martial dreams -- visions of the stern advance, the gathering momentum, the rushing charge, the flashing sabers, the flight of the foe, the tumult, the enveloping smoke, the fierce pursuit, the surrender! Then home from the war, bronzed heroes, welcomed, adored, submerged in golden seas of glory! With the volunteers sat their dear ones, proud, happy, and envied by the neighbors and friends who had no sons and brothers to send forth to the field of honor, there to win for the flag, or, failing, die the noblest of noble deaths. The service proceeded; a war chapter from the Old Testament was read; the first prayer was said; it was followed by an organ burst that shook the building, and with one impulse the house rose, with glowing eyes and beating hearts, and poured out that tremendous invocation
*God the all-terrible! Thou who ordainest! Thunder thy clarion and lightning thy sword!*
Then came the "long" prayer. None could remember the like of it for passionate pleading and moving and beautiful language. The burden of its supplication was, that an ever-merciful and benignant Father of us all would watch over our noble young soldiers, and aid, comfort, and encourage them in their patriotic work; bless them, shield them in the day of battle and the hour of peril, bear them in His mighty hand, make them strong and confident, invincible in the bloody onset; help them to crush the foe, grant to them and to their flag and country imperishable honor and glory --
An aged stranger entered and moved with slow and noiseless step up the main aisle, his eyes fixed upon the minister, his long body clothed in a robe that reached to his feet, his head bare, his white hair descending in a frothy cataract to his shoulders, his seamy face unnaturally pale, pale even to ghastliness. With all eyes following him and wondering, he made his silent way; without pausing, he ascended to the preacher's side and stood there waiting. With shut lids the preacher, unconscious of his presence, continued with his moving prayer, and at last finished it with the words, uttered in fervent appeal, "Bless our arms, grant us the victory, O Lord our God, Father and Protector of our land and flag!"
The stranger touched his arm, motioned him to step aside -- which the startled minister did -- and took his place. During some moments he surveyed the spellbound audience with solemn eyes, in which burned an uncanny light; then in a deep voice he said:
"I come from the Throne -- bearing a message from Almighty God!" The words smote the house with a shock; if the stranger perceived it he gave no attention. "He has heard the prayer of His servant your shepherd, and will grant it if such shall be your desire after I, His messenger, shall have explained to you its import -- that is to say, its full import. For it is like unto many of the prayers of men, in that it asks for more than he who utters it is aware of -- except he pause and think.
"God's servant and yours has prayed his prayer. Has he paused and taken thought? Is it one prayer? No, it is two -- one uttered, the other not. Both have reached the ear of Him Who heareth all supplications, the spoken and the unspoken. Ponder this -- keep it in mind. If you would beseech a blessing upon yourself, beware! lest without intent you invoke a curse upon a neighbor at the same time. If you pray for the blessing of rain upon your crop which needs it, by that act you are possibly praying for a curse upon some neighbor's crop which may not need rain and can be injured by it.
"You have heard your servant's prayer -- the uttered part of it. I am commissioned of God to put into words the other part of it -- that part which the pastor -- and also you in your hearts -- fervently prayed silently. And ignorantly and unthinkingly? God grant that it was so! You heard these words: 'Grant us the victory, O Lord our God!' That is sufficient. the *whole* of the uttered prayer is compact into those pregnant words. Elaborations were not necessary. When you have prayed for victory you have prayed for many unmentioned results which follow victory--*must* follow it, cannot help but follow it. Upon the listening spirit of God fell also the unspoken part of the prayer. He commandeth me to put it into words. Listen!
"O Lord our Father, our young patriots, idols of our hearts, go forth to battle -- be Thou near them! With them -- in spirit -- we also go forth from the sweet peace of our beloved firesides to smite the foe. O Lord our God, help us to tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our shells; help us to cover their smiling fields with the pale forms of their patriot dead; help us to drown the thunder of the guns with the shrieks of their wounded, writhing in pain; help us to lay waste their humble homes with a hurricane of fire; help us to wring the hearts of their unoffending widows with unavailing grief; help us to turn them out roofless with little children to wander unfriended the wastes of their desolated land in rags and hunger and thirst, sports of the sun flames of summer and the icy winds of winter, broken in spirit, worn with travail, imploring Thee for the refuge of the grave and denied it -- for our sakes who adore Thee, Lord, blast their hopes, blight their lives, protract their bitter pilgrimage, make heavy their steps, water their way with their tears, stain the white snow with the blood of their wounded feet! We ask it, in the spirit of love, of Him Who is the Source of Love, and Who is the ever-faithful refuge and friend of all that are sore beset and seek His aid with humble and contrite hearts. Amen.
(*After a pause.*) "Ye have prayed it; if ye still desire it, speak! The messenger of the Most High waits!"
It was believed afterward that the man was a lunatic, because there was no sense in what he said.
"And to those watching tonight who are considering a military career, there is no higher calling than service in our Armed Forces."
- George W. Bush
Jesus Christ, Bush's supposed Lord, might have something to say about that.
This was a normal speech, up until the point that George became misty eyed at the end. You can tell he really likes the military. That's because he worships a God of war, a God who bathes in the blood of idolaters. He worships a lie, as do all who equate military service with the imitation of Christ.
There is no higher calling than service in our Armed Forces?
God forgive him, and God forgive us all.
God knows I don't agree with Buchanan on a lot of things, but he's got the sharpest insticts for the future I've ever seen (taken from A Scolding From Miss Rice):
One part is missing though... The Iraq war will fail. And when it does, they will not blame the neoconservatives. They will blame those who opposed the war. They've already started doing it - "how dare you criticize the war - you endanger our troops!" God forgive us all.
President Bush is riding for a fall. He sold the war in Iraq to the country on the hard security ground that Saddam had ties to al-Qaeda, that he may have had a role in 9/11, that he was hell-bent on getting WMD and atom bombs, and that, when he did, he would give them to fanatics to use on Washington, D.C. The lady who stapled together that false and perhaps falsified case for George Bush was Condi Rice.
Now they tell us the war was about democracy in Iraq and the Middle East – i.e., a nobler cause than any such mundane concerns as American national security.
This is baby boomers working up noble-sounding excuses and preparing high-minded defenses in the event they wind up as failures.
“Show me your faith without deeds, and I will show you my faith by what I do. You believe that there is one God… Even the demons believe that.”
Two days, two Gospel readings.
I hear the same words over and over - "Jesus died for our sins."
I'm not about to say he didn't. When Jesus carried the cross, he took the bullet intended for us. But who fired the gun? Was it God? Did Jesus kill himself?
Or, as Jesus says, was his life given as a 'ransom'?
A friend passed on a link to a musician named Joseph Arthur. He doesn't appear to be Christian, and I'm not sure I agree with his religious thoughts, but his spirituality struck a chord with me. Visit All of our Hands, an online music video that will touch anyone who listens to it. Here are the lyrics:
Until we feed the starving, blood is on all of our hands
Babylon is burning and there is no promised land
Until we clothe the naked all of us are damned
Dreams are just for savages calling themselves men
And in time fire will rain down
On our head the sky will open up and life will be bled.
We are all the same spirit, we are all the same love
And still somehow we've chosen to slaughter the white dove
There is only one energy just different sets of clothes
For human being is to dress up and protect what no one knows
So in time fire will rain down
On our head the sky will open up and life will be bled.
All of us will fall into the same hole
And all will reunite into the same soul
The death that we allow is the death that is our own
The murders we commit are committed in our home
So in time fire will rain down
On our heads the sky will open up and life will be bled.
Murdered by indifference, murdered by our greed
Murdered by our riches taken from the ones in need
Murdered in our churches and murdered by belief
We who just do nothing shall be murdered in our sleep
In time fire will rain down
On our heads the sky will open up and life will be bled.
Truth is just a word said to the ones who plead
What will we get back when we plant a poison seed?
Consumed by our consumption that can never be enough
The hungry are attacking, they are swallowing our blood
And in time fire will rain down
On our head the sky will open up and life wil be bled.
The victims are now victimized and the world is inside out
Everyone is terrified the faithful are in doubt
Religion is a gimmick we want back the god they stole
But everyone is fighting to go deeper in the hole
Some believe salvation comes when the world is gone
But we have been forsaken, there is nowhere we belong
So in time fire will rain down
On our heads the sky will open up and life wil be bled.
I found a wonderful post on Libberants, entitled, "Remembering the Victims of Empire." It's really amazing. Here is a quote (but be sure to read the entire article!):
Yet once the platitudinous speech has ended, the trumpets blown in a pro forma rendition of “taps” and the black bunting and flags taken down, it’s back to business as usual. Politicians and generals plan the next big military campaign in an occupied portion of the globe against civilians wanting nothing more than to be free of the empire. Ordinary Amoricons, most of whom have no friends or relatives wearing the imperial uniform and deployed in harm’s way, get on with their barbecues, trips to the beach or the mall, and grumble at having only one day off with which to party. Soldiers, Sailors, Airmen, and Marines, some of whom relish the adventure of combat in service to the empire, many others of whom simply wish they were back home living their lives in peace, continue to stand watch in dangerous parts of the world, unappreciative of the fact that their service, and potential sacrifice of the ultimate, is to essential further enriching the establishment and spreading the boundaries of the empire. If they are wounded or killed in making this happen, so what? After all, the Wolfowitzes, Cheneys, Bushes, Feiths, Negropontes, Rices, and Boltons reason, they all volunteered. No one put a gun to their heads and forced them down to the recruiting office to sign on the dotted line. Taking a bullet comes with the territory. Besides, we don’t know any of them personally.
Pacifism is such a dirty word.
Peace cannot be established by violence, peace can never flourish in a climate of terror, intimidation and death. It is Jesus himself who said: "All who take the sword will perish by the sword" (Mt,26:52). This is the word of God, and it commands this generation of violent men to desist from hatred and violence and to repent.Jesus didn't preach 'pacifism'. He preached 'love' - love for everybody, even people trying to kill you. He thought that we should give up our lives to love people, even the people trying to kill us. And that's what he did, when they nailed him to a cross, and he prayed for their forgiveness.
I join my voice today to the voice of Paul VI and my other predecessors, to the voices of your religious leaders, to the voices of all men and women of reason, and I proclaim, with the conviction of my faith in Christ and with an awareness of my mission, that violence is evil, that violence is unacceptable as a solution to problems, that violence is unworthy of man.
"No, never again war, which destroys the lives of innocent people, teaches how to kill, throws into upheaval even the lives of those who do the killing and leaves behind a trail of resentment and hatred, thus making it all the more difficult to find a just solution of the very problems which provoked the war."Jesus rejected violence because violence could not save men's souls. If we love our enemies, we'd rather die in an effort to save their souls, than live in attempt to save our bodies. And that's exactly what Christ did.
Words of wisdom from Pat Buchanan:
Putin today leads a nation with a horrific history to confront—the truth of 70 years of Leninism and Stalinism—as his nation undergoes an existential crisis. At a time like this, why are we meddling in the internal affairs of neighboring states to dump over Putin’s allies? Why are we building bases in former Soviet republics? Is there some threat there to the United States? Why are we in Putin’s face about Russia’s failure to measure up to Iowa’s standards of democracy?
Making Russia a friend was Reagan’s great legacy. But you do not keep a friend by constantly reminding him and incessantly rebuking him for the sins he committed while under the influence of some terrible drug.
Let us pray that Mr. Bush will not let his neoconservatives—whose expertise lies in starting wars on countries that have not attacked us and making enemies of countries that wish to befriend us—kick it away.
According to Jesus-is-savior.com, our recently deceased Pope is now burning in Hell. Apparently, JPtG never accepted Jesus Christ as his "personal lord and savior." As I read this article, I saw the future:
The Catholic religion is a fraud. The Pope is a phony. Pope John Paul II is sadly burning in hell...
The next Pope may very well be the false prophet who will accompany the antichrist to rule the New World Order.
Today was the feast of Corpus Christi. I heard a great sermon, and as I drove home, I thought about how so many people I love did not hear it. Nearly everyone I love thinks that I'm crazy for believing in the Body and Blood of Jesus Christ. They don't go to mass, and wonder why I do.
Here is an article from the Washington Post - N. Carolina Cross-Burnings Investigated:
Three large crosses were burned in separate spots around the city during a span of just over an hour, and yellow fliers with Ku Klux Klan sayings were found at one location, police said...
Police said each cross was about 7 feet tall and 4 feet wide and made of four 2-by-4s. They were wrapped in burlap and doused in a liquid that smelled like kerosene.
Burning a cross without the permission of the property owner is a misdemeanor in North Carolina. However, the U.S. Supreme Court ruled in 2003 that, under the First Amendment, cross burning could be barred only when done with the intent to intimidate.
Cross burnings have been associated with the Ku Klux Klan since the early 20th century. The first known cross burning occurred when a Georgia mob celebrated a lynching, according to the high court decision.
To West Point's Graduating Class of 2005: