America has sold herself to sluts and hors of industry, to Disneys and Time Warners and Sonys. And all around us, liberty is rolling up her blanket and going home.
America has been called on account of rain.
In England the nation is racked by riots, set-off by the death of Mark Duggan by police. By all reports the assassination of Mark Duggan, activist… who sought a better England.
My mind, I don’t know why, ran to the the death of another young man and true, centuries ago… that set off riots that changed the face of the world.
A free man of color, a rabble rouser and rogue, and the most beloved man of the colonies.
He also died at British hands, by British ‘law’.
His name was Crispus Attucks.
The more we supposed bastions of democracy rain down hell and fire and tyranny on other countries, the more all that hurt, and hell, and war… though drowned by lies, though concealed by ‘unreality’ tv, though numbed by doctored news…through all this, do our sins abroad find us out here.
‘and if you hide it, even in your heart, there will I rake for it’ Henry the Vth’s message
All the sins we hide with our video games, our tv, our films, our songs… even the air we breathe, the food we eat, the clothes we wear, the cars we drive… all the sins we have allowed so we can drive to a job that does nothing to make the world better…
All those sins, have their hour. And they have their name. And they have their time.
It cometh now.
And God help us to meet it with some grace. To have the courage to choose. And the wisdom to choose wisely.