Are wars caused by religion?
Jesus teaches us to love our enemies, to do good to those who hate us, to pray for those who despitefully use us and persecute us. The old testament says that if our enemy is hungry we must feed him, if he thirsts we should give him drink. If his donkey falls down under its load we should go and help. The Samaritan helped a man who was his traditional enemy. Jesus said, "go and do likewise."
True Biblical Christianity is the world's hope for peace. It is a tree which bears good fruit, like the abolition of slavery within the British Empire. It is the countries with a Christian heritage that are the desired goal for refugees today.
The "them and us" mentality that sometimes erupts between different factions or sects has nothing to do with real Christianity, but arises from the sinful nature of the natural person who has not received the holy Spirit of Christ.
Evolution, by contrast, is a tree that bears evil fruit. Neitzke, the German philosopher, read Darwin and built on this root to produce his theory that there is no Heaven to gain, no Hell to fear. Hitler read Neitzke and gave it to Mussolini to read. He set out to help evolution along by creating the master race. This meant elimination mentally retarded people and Jews. The concentrations camps were one of the fruits of evolution.
By their fruit you shall know them.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Monday, October 29, 2007
Playing Scrabble
Playing Scrabble
Jane, Dora, Margot and Anne, four grey heads bent over the scrabble board at the leisure centre.
“Well I guess I’m on the wane,” sighed Jane as she began the game, plecing the letters WANE with trembling fingers.
“Aren’t we all. That’s fourteen for you.” said Anne, writing down the score.
“Hurrah! I’ve got a bingo! Look at this y’all!” called Dora as she placed the letters SOLDIER vertically on the board, turning WANE into WANED.
Her mind went back to the smiling young American who had won her heart and been her husband for forty years. She had returned home to her birthplace, but two of the children were still in the states. She smiled happily at her companions, but met solemn faces.
“Anne, that’s a bonus fifty for Dora,” said Jane picturing her grandson, somewhere in Iraq. Oh God, keep him safe! was her silent prayer.
Anne’s pen was stationary over the paper. Suddenly she was back in Vietnam, staring at the young man with blue eyes and curly hair who had just opened his eyes. As an army nurse she had been part of the team that has saved his life, and here he was grinning up at her, not yet realising that he had lost both legs and most of his right arm.
Margot’s hand hovered over the letters on her rack. Her thoughts were back in Hungary, where, as a frightened nine-year-old, she had seen a German soldier come and take away her father, who was Jewish.
Her mother was Catholic, and Margot had found her kneeling beside the big bed weeping tears onto the rosary beads in her hands. They had locked the house but after dark there came a soft knock on the kitchen door.
Margot had opened it to find her father standing there.
“Sh!” he warned her and came softly in and closed the door.
“What happened? How did you get away?” asked her mother.
Papa’s arms were round them both. ”When we came to the wheat fields the soldier said, ‘I have a daughter just the age of your little girl. Perhaps you need to go into the wheat fields and relieve yourself.’ So I went into the wheat and just lay still until dark. I’ll go now. Perhaps if I look I may find some food in the fork of the big oak where we used to go when we were courting. Remember you haven’t seen me. We don’t want the soldier to get into trouble. Margot had better go and stay with your cousins in the North. Softly he had opened the door and was gone.
“Margot! It’s your turn!” said Dora.
“Oh, sorry! I was thinking of something else!”
She found the letters PEAC and placed them parallel to Jane’s WANE to form PEACE with the E of SOLDIER. Here in this country she had found peace. Peace for fifty years.
Jane, Dora, Margot and Anne, four grey heads bent over the scrabble board at the leisure centre.
“Well I guess I’m on the wane,” sighed Jane as she began the game, plecing the letters WANE with trembling fingers.
“Aren’t we all. That’s fourteen for you.” said Anne, writing down the score.
“Hurrah! I’ve got a bingo! Look at this y’all!” called Dora as she placed the letters SOLDIER vertically on the board, turning WANE into WANED.
Her mind went back to the smiling young American who had won her heart and been her husband for forty years. She had returned home to her birthplace, but two of the children were still in the states. She smiled happily at her companions, but met solemn faces.
“Anne, that’s a bonus fifty for Dora,” said Jane picturing her grandson, somewhere in Iraq. Oh God, keep him safe! was her silent prayer.
Anne’s pen was stationary over the paper. Suddenly she was back in Vietnam, staring at the young man with blue eyes and curly hair who had just opened his eyes. As an army nurse she had been part of the team that has saved his life, and here he was grinning up at her, not yet realising that he had lost both legs and most of his right arm.
Margot’s hand hovered over the letters on her rack. Her thoughts were back in Hungary, where, as a frightened nine-year-old, she had seen a German soldier come and take away her father, who was Jewish.
Her mother was Catholic, and Margot had found her kneeling beside the big bed weeping tears onto the rosary beads in her hands. They had locked the house but after dark there came a soft knock on the kitchen door.
Margot had opened it to find her father standing there.
“Sh!” he warned her and came softly in and closed the door.
“What happened? How did you get away?” asked her mother.
Papa’s arms were round them both. ”When we came to the wheat fields the soldier said, ‘I have a daughter just the age of your little girl. Perhaps you need to go into the wheat fields and relieve yourself.’ So I went into the wheat and just lay still until dark. I’ll go now. Perhaps if I look I may find some food in the fork of the big oak where we used to go when we were courting. Remember you haven’t seen me. We don’t want the soldier to get into trouble. Margot had better go and stay with your cousins in the North. Softly he had opened the door and was gone.
“Margot! It’s your turn!” said Dora.
“Oh, sorry! I was thinking of something else!”
She found the letters PEAC and placed them parallel to Jane’s WANE to form PEACE with the E of SOLDIER. Here in this country she had found peace. Peace for fifty years.
First try
This is my first try at making a blog. My granddaughter is showing me how.
This is the day that the Lord has made, let us rejoice and be glad in it!
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