If the last word is lost, if the spent word is spent/If the unheard, unspoken/Word is unspoken, unheard;/Still is the unspoken word, the Word unheard,/The Word without a word, the Word within/The world and for the world;/And the light shone in darkness and/Against the Word the unstilled world still whirled/About the centre of the silent Word.

O my people. what have I done unto thee.

T.S. Eliot, Ash-Wednesday, V

Who shall ascend into the hill of the Lord? (O)r who shall stand in his holy place?  There is no one but us.

Annie Dillard, Holy the Firm

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T.S. Eliot meets Annie Dillard, and you and me as well.

What are we to do if the last word is lost to us?  And who will ascend the hill of the Lord?  No one but us.

Why do we wait?  Are distractions more important than life?  Do we forget recurrent evil?  The communist gulags and gas chambers?  Lynchings?  Poison gas?  Starvation forced by the terror states?  Re-education camps?  Reigns of human terror? Speech silenced and churches closed – turned to stables, storehouses for guns and ammunition to kill man and voice, freedom itself?

Why do we wait?  For the latest fashion?  ‘Til the kids are in school?  Because the beach house must be bought?  For the next man to speak?  To ascend for us? As if there is time?  Because I am “busy?”  Late? Already scheduled? Important? Because faith is not fashionable, and hence, not practiced by the celebrity, those we admire?  Because the government provides all and our grandchildren and their children can pay the bill and live enslaved?  Because it all works out magically, and without me?  Without my attention?  After all, what does sacrifice mean in an affluent society?  Or brotherhood?

Do we forget?  Do we really forget?   Or do we fear?  Hide?  Hide in our “hurry” – our self-importance, and selfishness? Our comfort?  Our affluence? Resentment? Ideology?  In small lies that feed evil and anesthetize us?

And who will let in the children at the gate?  (Those not aborted, discarded, unwanted, treated and traded as sex objects, raised by godless culture to a broken and distorted end?)

There is no one but us.  Why do you wait?

You do not forget; this I know, for the Word is within.

There is no one but us.

Shalom.

We are in a serious way.  There is no one but you.  Please share this blog or its thoughts with others, sit with them in silence and think deep in your heart.  Face yourself.  We are in a serious way.  May God bless us all – may we act as we must.

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