
“I sing of arms and a man” , words the Latin poet Virgil used to describe Aeneas, a founder of Rome. His fate was to take up arms and after much struggle found a great city. The words could also describe our generation. For most of the last hundred years, we have taken up the arms of war to achieve our various purposes.
Tomorrow is the 75th anniversary of one of the great battles of all time–the sea born invasion of Normandy by175,000 Allied troops, which led to the liberation of Western Europe from Nazi Germany’s control. The Second World War, which began in 1939 and ended in 1945 was followed by the Korean War (1950-51}, the War in Vietnam (1965-73) and the War in Iraq (2003-present). Other wars besides these have raged world wide.
Will the day come to lay down our arms? Not soon, it seems, and the arms in our hands become still deadlier. We don’t live in a peaceful world.
War over the years, with all its consequences, affects us in many ways. I’m wondering about the way it affects our theological imagination. Has it weakened our sense of hope in life and in God? Have the long years of war brought doubt about human life flourishing here on earth? Is personal flourishing now the only way to go? So let’s survive the best we can on our own, in a house or country surrounded by walls.
We take up arms to control land and resources. Has chronic war also affected the way we see our planet? Should we abandon our fragile and unsteady earth, and make heaven our goal? Or maybe survive the best we can on our own, here and now, without a thought of it?
The Feast of the Ascension points to heaven and tells us that’s our goal. But what about the world God created? Doesn’t it yearn for something new and needs our care? The Feast of the Ascension is linked to Pentecost and the promise of the Spirit who teaches us all things.
Come, Holy Spirit, fill the hearts of the faithful and renew the face of the earth.
Father Victor , well put , Joe.
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The Winds of Time
The biting cold north wind
whips the windmill
into a frenzied blur
reminding me of how swiftly
the years pass by
The bright promises
of post-world war peace
that I heard
when I was a young girl
have never come to pass
The cold north wind
has been blowing over our world
for most of my lifetime
Dear God, please send us
a warm gentle south wind
Gloria Ziemienski
January 2006
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Thanks, Gloria. You said it well. The time’s ain’t changing. FV
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Come Holy Spirit, gentle as rain, to cleanse, refresh, inspire to quicken love.
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We certainly must rethink our direction. The distractions of life are keeping us from our goals.
Come Holy Spirit and renew the face of the earth. Amen, Fr Victor
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