Easter Week
Look here: a penny for your thoughts.
And have you given thought to how
strange a place is the world in which we
live? Where, for example, the holiest day
in the Christian calendar was book-ended
by oddly discordant events causing untold
grief and suffering and all ascribed to
chance and the deadly fury of hatred. How
distant they are, France from Sri Lanka
yet irrespective of where in the world one
may venture there is the sacred and the
profane. There is chance, there is misfortune
joy and sorrow and always one hopes to
attain one and avoid the other. There are
planned events of notable shock and awe
and then there is coincidence. In 2018
France saw 875 churches vandalized yet
an anomaly destroyed the inner sanctum
of an ancient cathedral; God's ways are
indeed beyond scrutiny and explication
alerting the faithful to Easter Week. And
in Sri Lanka martyrdom-aspiring jihadists
reached their lofty goal surrendering not
merely their heroic lives but those of others
not quite prepared to greet death in their
innocence, yet volunteering to die through
the act of vulnerable worship. The deity
that Islam and Christianity view as one of
love and peace construed through sacred
text as one of intransigent jealousy insistent
that all must worship or none escape his wrath.
This threat of divine fury is taken as proof
of God's love for his creation, humanity.
Thursday, April 25, 2019
Labels:
Poetry
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