I’m a conservative, an inhabitant of the political Right. I support Prime Minister Howard here in Australia, and I’m a great admirer of President Bush. However, there are a number of schools of opinion on the political Right that I passionately hate. The one in particular I would like to discuss here is the widespread irrational hatred of the French.
On the whole, this is a product of the following:
But I say unto you which hear, Love your enemies, do good to them which hate you,
The Gospel of Saint Luke 6:27
Satan wants us to hate Muslims.
After the incomprehensible atrocities of September 11, there were spontaneous street parties in towns in the West Bank territories and Lebanon. The followers of Yassir Arafat overflowed with such obvious and overwhelming delight at the death of so many innocents, that even the intimidation apparatus of a gangster state could not prevent images of their revelry escaping to the West.
Yassir Arafat himself, before his death, was someone whose humanity was dead, more a bloodthirsty beast than a man. He was a communist trained by the KGB; a reputed pervert; the individual singly most responsible for the Lebanese Civil War and all its misery and mortality; a known psychopath; and the world’s foremost terrorist, responsible for the deaths of more innocents than Osama Bin Laden himself, including probably hundreds killed by his own hand. And yet this depraved being was held up by Muslim nations as a statesman and a symbol of all they held to be fine. And his sick followers presented to the world, by the Autocrats of the Muslim world and the Leftist elites of the West, as noble victims and fine examples of Mohammedism.
Satan is so skilled. How could anyone short of Christ himself feel love for such a people.
This is one of the things I’m writing in my Christmas cards this year:
When God sent Jesus to earth to be born to a human family he was letting us know that happy, loving families are one of his highest purposes. May God bless your family this Christmas.
This is completely true, of course. All the works of man will crumble to dust eventually, even the great pyramids, but life spans the aeons. My own distant Germanic ancestors spoke a now-forgotten language, and virtually all their works have vanished from the earth. But here I am, and my family, still here. It wouldn’t surprise me if some of the lessons and morals I try and instill in my children have come down from a fur clad Anglo-Saxon father giving guidance and sharing wisdom with his children.
When this time and all its inhabitants are as far removed as that forest dwelling warrior, I pray that our distant descendants are still striving to do God’s will in the world.