Monday, December 13, 2010

Random acts of evil ~ By Patrice Lewis

My sincerest hope is that the importance and impact behind these events will be recognized for what they are – things of such deep and profound significance that paying heed can literally save our lives.

There is an old saying that the darkest hour is just before dawn. We are plunging into darkness with alarming speed. We have a lot of darkness to go through before we can see the light.

~ Patrice Lewis
After seeing the events of last Thursday (Dec. 9) in London, with the students rioting and attacking the car with Prince Charles and Camille riding in it, I felt like it was one of those dead canary moments that Patrice Lewis writes about in this column. Patrice asks, "Are we on the verge of a similarly devastating religious, economic or political upheaval?"

Patrice and her husband are not alone, as I also feel the darkness approaching rapidly.

(I hope that you will read the entire column, and not just the excerpts that I placed on this page. There is much more to this column than could be posted here. The link to the column is just below.)

Random acts of evil

By Patrice Lewis

December 11, 2010 ~ 1:00 am Eastern

© 2010

Mining has always been a perilous occupation. One of the most insidious and invisible dangers comes from toxic gases that are heavier than air and therefore collect in low spots. These gases are lethal to miners because it can either poison them or explode with devastating consequences. For centuries it was the practice of miners to carry a caged canary into a mine with them. If the canary died, the miners knew there were gases present and it was too dangerous to remain.

Keep this in mind for a moment.

My husband came into my office on Thursday afternoon, visibly upset. "Do you know about the holy thorn tree of Glastonbury?" he asked.

"No, what is it?"

He told me the story of this remarkable tree. Legend has it that Joseph of Arimathea, who donated his own prepared tomb to lay the body of Jesus after the crucifixion, traveled to Britain after Jesus' death. On a hill by Glastonbury, he stuck his staff (which is said to have belonged to Jesus) into the ground before he went to sleep. When he woke up, the staff had sprouted into a thorn tree. This tree flowered twice a year, at Christmas and at Easter. It survived for centuries until it was chopped down by puritans during the English Civil War, but secret cuttings of the original tree were planted around the town. It was from one of those cuttings that a replacement tree was planted in the original spot.

In 1965, Queen Elizabeth erected a wooden cross at Glastonbury with the inscription: "The cross, the symbol of our faith, the gift of Queen Elizabeth II, marks a Christian sanctuary so ancient that only legend can record its origin."

The Glastonbury Thorn tree before being chopped down
"Today," my husband concluded grimly, "someone cut down the thorn tree."

The Glastonbury Thorn tree after being chopped down
I gasped. I seldom have the urge to roundly damn someone to hell, but this was one of those moments. It sickens me to think that someone is so filled with evil and hatred that they would cruelly destroy a prominent Christian symbol.

My husband is not normally subject to flights of fancy, but this act unsettled him. "This would never have happened 20 years ago," he muttered. "I don't care what antipathy someone feels against Christianity, this would never have happened 20 years ago."


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