Friday, March 23, 2012

This Menacing Umbra

Spring 216 (B.C.)

Dear Father,

I wish I could begin this letter by telling you how marvelous life is in the army, and how wonderfully we’ve been able to do our jobs. Yet, one of the virtues you so faithfully taught me in my childhood was that of honesty. And so, in honesty I confess: life is miserable.

Our atrocities began many months ago (in fact nearly two years now), which I hope will give you reason to forgive my incompetent correspondence since that time. You will remember from previous letters how our acclaimed Hannibal chose, after much dispute amongst the officials, to march our forces across the fearsome Alps. I was, at first, awed at the bravery and endurance of this man Hannibal. He has truly been an example to me of what I might become one day if I follow in his faithful leading of courage. But, despite this admiration, our whole company was soon weary from the tumult which our journey began with, and distraught at the trek to come. How were we, so large a company, to maintain our strength and fortitude for what we knew would be a strenuous struggle?

Whatever miseries we thought we had faced, though, became miniscule in light of what we next encountered. Trouble after trouble placed its way in our path as we went along through the Alps. Many men were lost, and many beasts as well. Yes, our difficulties were many at that time. Of what I informed you after that I do not know, for we have been so preoccupied with our military work. Therefore, I will do my best to summarize for you what has happened since we crossed the Alps.

For a time, after crossing the Alps, fate seemed as though perhaps it was again turning in our favor. After a glorious three battles won on end, I thought that just maybe we could win this war after all. While my strength at Ticinus was little, it became renewed upon victory. Then again at Trebia, despite my strength being worn out from the intensity of the battle, I found myself rejoicing. Still, we remained very busy and so of course the details which I relayed to you were vague. Allow me then to share with you the one time in these past months in which I really did feel at ease. Hannibal was truly at his best at that time, a time in which he saw to it that all our forces hid in the hills while the weary Roman forces swam across the river. Just as they were coming across, we rushed at them and victory was ours! Ah, that was a happy day. Finally, there was one other battle, also showing the wisdom of our general in battle affairs. This one, as I am sure you heard of in Carthage, took place at Lake Trasimenus, and was of equal greatness to the one at Trebia. But that was months ago, Father.

Again I stand without hope. This time, I truly believe it may be the end, at least for this regiment. We have been now, through a painful and truly frustrating series of events, cut off from our food supply. I am just thankful to even have water in this forsaken place. It seems every day that another man falls ill. Those left with strength are so few in number. Frankly, I don’t know if we’ll last the remainder of the spring. Everything is so beautiful here in Italy around us, and yet, our men are feeble and lack anything to renew our old strength.

You know how much I, and the rest of the men here in the camp, admire Hannibal. Any of us would have declared just months ago that we would follow him to death – yet, now, with the reality of this hefty darkness looming before us, none of us is quite sure if even the man himself would go so far. Talk has been around of Hannibal considering a desertion of the mission, though I wonder whether perhaps it is just a rumor spread for the personal comfort of my comrades. For, as you know, our commander has devoted his life to this cause. Leaving it behind now would not only be a treachery to our country: it would be the death of all this man has ever been! His whole time on this earth has been for the sole purpose of conquering Rome. Surely he wouldn’t quit now. Or would he?

Conflicting rumors spread around the camp day after day, night after night, and I do my best to shun them from entering my mind, but still they do! When faced with the reality of near death, especially for a person as young as I- nineteen- even to think of doing it for one’s country is a burden. I want so badly to escape this thing, almost a disease, which is creeping into my mind, but I cannot. Perhaps it is the lingering cold, or my lack of food, that affects me so. Maybe all we need is a jolly song from Carthage, or a war theme to put our minds back at the work that has become such a drudgery to do.

Despite these possibilities, I know it is nothing but wishful thinking. Turning back now would be a foolish thing to do, because it would cause us to die simply on the way back. No, we must stay here. Our only hope is that perhaps some miracle will come about and we shall win whatever may next fall in our line of battle, or some good natured person will have the compassion to send us something in the way of provisions.

Until that time, though, I must endure to the best of my ability. There is nothing more to keep me going except life itself – and even that is an uncertain possibility. Father, please, give me a reason, any reason, just to live! Surely the world was never meant to suffer so, all for the sake of our desire to rule.

Send my love to mother. Speak nothing of this to her: it would alarm her too greatly. And if you still pray, then please, pray that deliverance might come upon us. I feel the end is near.

Your son,

Gisgo




Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Life is Always Good

I'm about to offend some people. I'm about to shock some people. I'm about to freak some people out, contradict my own experiences, and do what, despite all these obstacles, I consider to be inevitable: I'm going to say that life is always good.

What I'm not about to say is any sort of Polyanna gospel -- on the contrary, I believe that life is always bad.

Wait. Didn't I just say that life is always good? So how can it always be bad, as well?

Sorry to scare your socks off people, but you read that correctly. I firmly believe that life is both always good, and always bad. How is this possible? It's quite simple, really, which fortunately for you as a reader, means a short post.

Most of you readers are logic or rhetoric students, so I'll make this simple for you and give a set of five syllogisms.

1. Jesus said, "I am the way, the truth and the life."
2. Life is equal to itself by the reflective property. =D
3. Therefore, Jesus is life.

4. Jesus is good.
5. Jesus is life.
6. Therefore, life is good.

7. Satan, though not the epitome of evil, is still evil.
8. Evil is bad.
9. Therefore, Satan is bad.

10. Satan (temporarily) has dominion.
11. To have dominion is to have life in your control.
12. Therefore, Satan has life in his control. (temporarily and only under the permission of God)

13. Having control makes your subjects like you, in Satan's case bad.
14. Satan has life in his control.
15. Therefore, life is bad.

So how do those two concepts go together? Hopefully you noticed that the definitions of life were different. You see, true, eternal life is always good, and cannot be bad, though it may bring hard times upon us. Life as we refer to it, though, is bad. So why did I still title this post, "Life is Always Good"? I did so, because it is for me. I'm going to be downright honest: I have nearly lost both my parents due to different illnesses they suffered for a time. I have had my whole home flood and had to live like a maniac for a time thereafter. I have had big plans fall through. These troubles, though small compared to some, are still hard. But why are they not bad? Shouldn't they be terrible things that come upon me?

They should be. And far too often I treat them as such. Even so, they are not bad in and of themselves. Sin is bad. It is badness as bad as bad will ever be bad. It's disgusting before God (see previous post for details). But the trials that come my way? These are not bad. Difficulty stretches mankind. Isn't it always said that necessity is the mother of invention? So why can't trials be the mother of maturity? These things aren't fun. But God is sovereign, and he is allowing, in fact has ordained these things to happen. Sometimes I later discover the purpose of my sufferings -- sometimes I never do. It is frustrating.

The fact stands, though, that my faith is built on nothing less than Jesus' blood and righteousness. Therefore, I will not fear, though the mountains give way, though the earth trembles. In God I trust. What can mortal man do to me?

So, life's "ruler" is bad. But he's a pseudo-ruler and I don't need to pay attention to him except as an arch enemy. The true ruler, though, has life in his perfect control, and I know that all things work together for the good of those who love the Lord. I dare to say that true life is all good. Period. It is. Optimism? Maybe. Contentment and joy in Jesus Christ? Absolutely.

Meridian

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P.S. This is a direct response to another post on a different blog, and if the author of that disagrees, I'd love to hear her thoughts.

Sunday, March 18, 2012

Conquistadors

Joan of Arc, the savior of France
Everybody's heard of them. Not just the Spanish ones, either. Men like Alexander the Great, Charlemagne, and Alfred the Great, among them. All these men were called the great. Why? What makes someone so spectacular as to deserve the title great? 


There was much to it. For a man to really be a "great" man, it seems that by history's standards, he must have great wit, survive some great calamity, be educated by a great man, have a great religious standard, rule or conquer a great kingdom, be great in his treatment of his subjects and soldiers, write a few great things, and stand out as a great leader. Phew. That's a lot of greats.

Still, this is such a low, low standard for being great. If a man truly was great with every bit of his heart and soul behind it, he would have to do much more. Being truly great would mean to know everything that ever was, is, or ever shall be. It would mean living through life's greatest disasters, and yet having the greatest wealth and privilege as well. To be a great person in your very essence would force a person to be the ultimate educator, to author your own religion, to be the awe of everyone who ever lived, and at the same time the pure hate of these very people. To write the greatest masterpiece ever written, and to make it exceed not by just a little the other works. To be the most powerful leader, and yet the humblest servant. The most loving person, but the one most likely to invoke fear in any individual or group, no matter how powerful. To be nothing but absolute good, and to have no traces of evil or sin in your life. To be God. 


"Wait a minute!," you're thinking, "To be great, you don't have to be God." Well, technically, no, but if you want to come anywhere close to the epitome of greatness, you'll have to come pretty stinking close to being God. Don't hear what I'm not saying: that these men should stop being called great. No, of course not! They were fantastic as men, and I admire them ever so deeply, but the reality is they weren't God. But even the Creator of the Universe -- the Creator of time itself! -- chose not to stop with being great. No, he went much farther.

Willing to suffer, God died on our behalf. We who were ugly, disgusting, unworthy, sinners, an insult to the very name of God -- he died for us. Jonathan Edwards said it well:

The God that holds you over the pit of hell, much as one holds a spider or some loathsome insect over the fire, abhors you, and is dreadfully provoked; his wrath towards you burns like fire; he looks upon you as worthy of nothing else but to be cast into the fire; be is of purer eyes than to bear to have you in his sight; you are ten thousand times so abominable in his eyes as the most hateful venomous serpent is in ours. You have offended him infinitely more than ever a stubborn rebel did his prince; and yet it is nothing but his hand that holds you from falling into the fire every moment. 'Tis to be ascribed to nothing else, that you did not go to hell the last night; that you were suffered to awake again in this world, after you closed your eyes to sleep. And there is no other reason to be given why you have not dropped into hell since you arose in the morning, but that God's hand has held you tip. There is no other reason to be given why you haven't gone to hell since you have sat here in the House of God, provoking his pure eyes by your sinful wicked manner of attending his solemn worship; yea, there is nothing else that is to be given as a reason why you don't this very moment drop down into hell...And now you have an extraordinary opportunity, a day wherein Christ has thrown the door of mercy wide open, and stands in the door calling and crying with a loud voice to poor sinners; a day wherein many are flocking to Him, and pressing into the kingdom of God. Many are daily coming from the east, west, north, and south., many that were very lately in the same miserable condition that you are in, are now in a happy state, with their hearts filled with love to Him who has loved them, and washed them from their sins in his own blood, and rejoicing in hope of the glory of God.

If you couldn't read that, just copy-paste it into a document and enlarge it. It takes up a lot of space, but you need to read it. Now.

The point is, God is completely great in every way, if he would do this for us! And even if he didn't do it, he still is worthy of every praise. 

So why did I call this post "Conquistadors"? I did so because that is what we are called to be. See Matthew 28 and the book of Acts for proof. If we serve such a great God, shouldn't we want to get out there and spread the message of his loving grace toward us? And if this is the case, why shouldn't we be conquistadors for the Cross?

Alfred the Great, Charlemagne, and Constantine are three fantastic examples of rulers who were used by God to save their nations. All three of these men, though, did it partly by conquering in battles, and much by conquering hearts. They showed their people the Living God, and the people wanted more of him. Mini-renaissances happened in these nations. Often it began with a single step of action for the Gospel, which is something each of us should aspire to accomplish. That first step is hardest, and from there you have to go if you've really experienced the love of God. Loving God makes you want others to have him for a king, and it makes you want to serve him in every action. As St. Augustine said, 

"Love God and do what you please."

We should want to spread his kingdom.

How this should be done is a question that has spanned the ages. Martin Luther King, Jr. believed firmly in peace. The Crusades were not afraid of violence. The Separatists of England chose to start over all together. But, regardless of how it is done, there is no question as to what must be done. The how depends on the situation, but the what remains. Go into all the world. And don't turn back. There are two things Mr. Baker told me which I will never forget. The first,

"Move forward, be swift, never let the dust of the earth touch you."

In other words, don't doubt what you're called to do for a single moment if you know you're called to do it. And finally, I leave you with my favorite thing he's ever taught me,

 Theorein- Greek, verb: the act of gazing intently

Mr. Baker showed us a depiction of Moses gazing at the burning bush, awed at the majesty of God. What are you gazing intently upon? Does it strike your heart with terror, and yet with a firm, unshakable love? Is it the God of the Universe, who holding you over the very gates of hell, chose to rescue you and call you his child, his beloved? I challenge you to love him for that, and simply for being God. I challenge you, and myself, and any brother or sister out there, to go all out for this God. Be changed. Tell everyone about him. Dance the dance, sing the song, know the Book, love our Lord. One step can change the world. Be conquistadors.

Meridian

Friday, March 16, 2012

An experiment

I'm hopelessly in love with words, especially the English language. Still, any new language (mainly European) that I can get my hands on is postively thrilling to me. However, I have come up with a somewhat strange hypothesis from my love of languages. Last night I was talking to my dad about how I like languages so much, and he found that interesting. But I came up with something so absurd he didn't think anyone could ever really do it. I'm out to prove him wrong. Here's my hypothesis:

By having a firm foundation in Latin, Greek, and English, a person with a large mental capacity could learn to read 75% of the world's major languages, without once opening an English dictionary or parallel to the language in question.

Yes, I'm crazy, and I'm guessing this hypothesis is wrong. Being a miserably obstinate person, though, let me lay out my explanation for one way this might work, assuming the person is fluent in Greek, Latin and English. I am giving the one with the most steps, but which would probably turn out to be the most natural order.

1. Spanish
2. Portugese
3. Romanian
4. Italian
5. Galician
6. Catalan
7. Esperanto
8. French
9. Creole
10. Maltese
11. Welsh
12. Danish
13.  Dutch
14. Norwegian
15. Swedish
16. Latvian
17. Lithuanian
18. Slovenian
19. Croatian
20. Czech
21. Slovak
22. Polish
-------------- <This is the point at which a Greek refresher course might come in handy.

Well you get the idea, and I won't pain you anymore. But I honestly think this might work if someone had the time and brains to do it.Not that anyone would, but it's possible. Without ever opening a single dictionary.

Meridian

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Finished!

This is a portrait of Anna Popplewell as Susan that I have been working on for several months -- almost two years -- now. I finally finished it late last night! I think I may still make some improvements, but I couldn't resist posting it here! Open to constructive criticism. :)

Meridian

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Mingling Bloods

My favorite class has got to be, without a shadow of a doubt for one teeny instant, omnibus class. It's filled with elaborate tales of daring heroes, malicious villains, hopeless paupers, and abundantly wealthy monarchs. In omni class, we talk about philosophy, life, history, literature, theology,and  politics; and amidst all that we answer some interesting questions. For instance, "Should we seek out bad friends in order to influence them?"

It is this question that I wish to address. First off, a clarification: When I say "bad," I mean someone with a lack of good character, and when I say "friend," I am using the term casually,but that term will be expounded on throughout the course of this article. Hopefully you will find this both useful and interesting. So now, allow me the honor of taking you on a journey through a very unique creation, one that has existed for all time, and yet, which no one, outside of the grace of God, can understand.

The Origins of Friendship
While I already clarified my meaning of friendship, I think it is helpful to realize that this was only a launching pad I was willing to employ for the purposes of introduction. In actuality, the word "Friend" has a complex etymological background that forces us to realize some interesting things about true friendship. According to mw.com, the etymology of the word is as follows:

"Middle English frend, from Old English frēond; akin to Old High German friunt friend, Old English frēon to love, frēo free."

So, in other words, as Noah Webster put it in 1828,

"We see the radical sense is to free; hence, to be ready, willing, or cheerful, joyous, and allied perhaps to frolick."

What does this tell us as wise, modern Americans who think so much more brilliantly than prior generations? ;) Well, it should inform us that we have a problem with our definition of friendship. In other words, what I defined friendship as in the first place is just downright wrong. That's really acquaintance. The next level of knowing another person is generally referred to as "friendship," but I'll call it familiarity: the point in time where you are become more deeply knowledgeable about the habits, tastes, and interests of the other party. The next stage, often called a close friendship, is what I might call a friendship: a level of vulnerability and openness with one another. Finally, though, we reach what I call true friendship: being completely open with other person, and having no need whatsoever to be concerned with what they will think, having them know you forward and backward, and not caring that they do. That's what a true friendship is, in my opinion. So, I will be using these terms a bit to describe what I am trying to get at with my evaluation of the friendship process, and my eventual answering of the original question placed forward, "Should we seek out bad friends in order to reach out to them?"

Why Does Friendship Exist, and Where Does it Start?
Now that I've given a lengthy introduction, hopefully that underlayment will be firm enough that these top layers, if you will, can go much faster than the previous two. :)

Friendship exists because God has created mankind in his own image. God is a relational God, and we inherited that quality. As a result, friendship is actually essential the well being of a person, and at the very least a good idea for survival. Throughout history, many other purposes of friendship have arisen: protection, confidence, comfort, and even understanding. Yet, they all come from the root cause of God's bestowment upon us of friendship.

So where does friendship begin? Well, everyone knows this (or should), but it has to begin with a meeting of some sort. In today's technological world, this may not necessarily be a physical meeting, but there must be a form of introduction. Secondly, there must be a connection of some sort. This doesn't necessarily mean you'll hit off right away, but there needs to be some connection (i.e. interests, common activities, faith, background, etc.).

"I'm Nobody! Who are you?
Are you -- Nobody -- Too?
Then there's a pair of us?
Don't tell! They'd advertise -- you know!"
-Emily Dickinson

 Finally, there needs to be opportunity for this relationship to grow. A friendship is nothing more than a mere acquaintance if the persons involved have no opportunity through which to develop their relationship. The one possible exception is that of believers in Christ being friends with one another. However, even in this case, this is just a step deeper than acquaintance in the knowledge department, but is marked (or should be marked) by brotherly love.

How a Friendship Blossoms (and Why it Must)
"Wishing to be friends is quick work, but friendship is a slow ripening fruit."
-Aristotle

And so it is. We all know from experience that even in "bosom friend" cases such as that of Anne and Diana, having a deep, true friendship takes time. The true friendship is a lifelong process.

"New-made friendships, like new wine,
Age will mellow and refine.
Friendships that have stood the test --
Time and change -- are surely best;
Brow may wrinkle, hair grow gray;
Friendship never knows decay."
-Joseph Parry

This is the general rule, and such a friendship must be consistently developed, or it will never reach that level of depth. However, there are a few cases in which exceptions are made, such as that of Jonathan and David.

"As soon as he had finished speaking to Saul, the soul of Jonathan was knit to the soul of David, and Jonathan loved him as his own soul."
-1 Samuel 18:1

It's interesting the situations God will put us in for such a friendship. At any rate, it is typically a good idea to nurture a friendship, especially one just budding. At this stage, anything could happen. Go with the flow, but keep in mind some cautions: Do not share personal information too quickly at this stage, but do not act secretive either. Both can end up in a disaster. But don't let that hold you back, and enjoy this friendship for goodness' sake! =D Also, make sure that you find the good qualities in this person. That shouldn't be hard if you are making wise friend choices (and yes, I know, that contradicts what I suggested at the beginning of this post, but hold on, you'll see later where I am going). By making wise friend choices, admiration should be natural.

One Small Step for Individual, One Giant Leap for Friendship-kind
Well, I hope this isn't terribly boring you as we go through the stages of a friendship, but even if this is the body of my writing, you will see why later. I promise. For now, stick with me. After all, that's what a friend does, right?

Hopefully. If a relationship of any sort is going to grow. The order of these two things is not crucial, just that they both happen: a) one individual must impact the other to the point of change, and b) confidence must arise. Typically, those two will happen in that order, but different friendships work in different ways. Not surprisingly, most relationships, even bad ones, follow this order of events. For instance, look at wars. Most often what happens is the two nations get to be familiar with each other. One might store up weapons or invade a little on the other nation. The difference between a friendship and war, though, is that war is a result of the fact that mankind is fallen. Thus, the second step is anger, rather than confidence. Moving back after that little aside, though, we must acknowledge that these two things must take place. Period. Hopefully, I've made my point, but just to drill it in a little further, here are some quotes for my personal affirmation.

"I love you,
Not only for what
You have made of yourself,
But for what
You are making of me."
-Roy Croft

Before I give the second one, allow me to point out that we are assuming here that, as this quote suggests, before we can even get to the being influenced part of friendship, there must be admiration (see previous section.) Moving right along now...

"Perhaps he too make have walked the same road
With a much troubled heart and burdensome load,
To find peace and comfort somewhere near the end,
When he stopped long enough to confide in a friend."
-Anonymous

Isn't that a glorious feeling, when you have a friend like that? Just being able to confide, knowing that your friend has something in common, maybe even being a "Nobody," as Emily Dickinson put it; being desperate; and then realizing that you had no reason to be desperate all along? That is a sure sign that real friendship is either embodied, or just about to be.

"We just click, I guess!"
Well let's hope it's a lot more than that. "Clicking" is great, but true friendship is going to be deep, and you will discover yourself more at a loss for words to describe your friend, or otherwise, eager to spew out everything about them, because you want the world to know just how amazing they are! That's love, and that's a deep kind of friendship. Not surprisingly, there are many quotes on this that speak so much more eloquently than my words ever could, so allow me to set them before you in the most logical manner I can arrange.

"True friends stab you in the front."
-Oscar Wilde

Oh my, yes they do. My very best friends do it, and as much as it hurts, I appreciate it so very much. The only way to truly become a better person is to rest in the grace of the Lord, spend time with him, and have good friends. Possibly counting books, by the way. ;) Be willing to change. Without this you cannot have a successful friendship. If you do have room for growth, though, not only will you grow, but your friendship will, too, to the point where,
"To mingle friendship far is mingling bloods."
-Shakespeare

Logically, if you are both stabbing each other in the front every once in a while, your bloods ought to mingle. And what will result? Most definitely mingling bloods. So what happens when bloods mingle?
"Friendship is a single soul dwelling in two bodies."
-Aristotle
Definitely not always an easy thing, because you might become so much alike that you will have a hard time balancing one another out! But still, it is remarkable, and each new day as friends should only enrich this beautiful symbiosis.

"For what is your friend that you should seek him with
hours to kill?
Seek him always with hours to live."
-Kahlil Gibran

Symbiotic relationships are essential to life for some creatures. So they become in true friendship, as this quote so elegantly remarks. Don't get together just to kill time: be friends to live in time. Sooner or later, you will find yourself saying,

"I would not wish any companion in the world but you."
     -Shakespeare

Now, let me point something else out: if your friendship is at this point, you are either really super-best friends, or more likely, you are married to your best friend. This, by the way, in case you haven't noticed is always the way it should be, in every marriage, though sadly many people have fallen from it. Still, though, whether or not we are talking about marriage or super-best friendships, Shakespeare got it dead-on right, and right in line with Scripture.

 "A man of many companions may come to ruin, but there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother."                                                                    -Proverbs 18:24

What on earth did this have to do with my intro?
It's a good thing that introductions and conclusions are always supposed to line up, or you might have thought I'd never get around to anwering my original question. Or perhaps that thought already crossed your mind. At any rate, here is my answer.

Just to refresh yor mind, my question was that of whether we should seek out "bad" friendships in order to reach out to these people? Well, now that I've taken you through the steps of a friendship, this should be pretty easy to answer. Number one, realize that you won't necessarily have to seek out such friendships, because God might bring them into your life anyway. In that case, embrace it. But in both situations, start very cautiously (though openly and in a friendly manner) with an acquaintance. It's important to determine who is going to be the influencing party here. If you feel you might be more influenced, be extra careful to keep your relationship at the lower levels, the ones preceding influence and confidence. If, however, you feel you might be the influencing party, go ahead and allow yourself to move forward very slowly. As I have shown you in this essay, the further along a friendship gets, the easier it is to be influenced. Watch it, but don't be afraid to befriend people like this. It's the great commission. Go for it!

The Ultimate Friendship
I want to make one final point before I leave you. The best friendship you ever can have, or ever will have, is with Jesus Christ. If you haven't accepted him as your personal Lord and Savior, do so right now! You may sufffer for it, but it will be the greatest choice you ever made. TRUST ME. I did it.

"The friendship of the LORD is for those who fear him, and he makes known to them his covenant."
                         -Psalm 25:14

It is so true, and it is demonstrated through God fulfilling his covenant by Jesus. Jesus LAID DOWN HIS LIFE FOR YOU!! Be friends with him. Live with him in paradise for eternity. Serve him and worship him here on earth and forever.

 "Greater love has no one than this, that someone lay down his life for his friends. You are my friends if you do what I command you."
-John 15:13-14

Thank you, Father! And thank you all for taking a while to read through this post. I hope it blessed you as much as I was blessed to write it.

Soli Deo Gloria!

-Meridian




Torrents of Trepidation (and Why I Live in the Hills)


WHOOSH!

The wind swept about me, thrashing its finger in my face. Rain was coming. In Israel, the wet season was upon us. Seeing the storm clouds moving in, I began trudging wearily toward the house. As I gazed back at the crops, I sighed at how much work remained to be done when the rain stopped. But, I reminded myself, I ought to be thankful that I lived in my native country, when so many before me had lived in exile.  

Just then, a figure burst through the gate at the end of the field, and came running straight in my direction.

“Judas!” the man yelled, clearly angered by something. “Go and gather your brothers together, and don’t tarry!”

My father, a priest, was vehement in tone, and whenever he got like this, it was wise not to question his authority. Quickly I turned to fetch my brothers, John, Simon, Eleazar, and Jonathan. Like any other boys, my brothers had their share of quarrels. As the middle child, somehow I always landed being the mediator. Once again, this proved true.



                                                            ~

The news my father had for us was not happy. Israel had been commanded, under Antiochus Epiphanus, to conform to the culture of the pagans. We were to worship as the heathens, dress as the heathens – essentially, we were to be heathen. Moreover, my father, Matthathias, as a respected priest in Israel, was expected to be among the first to comply with this official order. Yet, being the godly patriarch he was, father wouldn’t go along with the heathens and certainly would not lead the people into sin. This burden was heavy, and caused us to lose ourselves to grief for many days. But, at last, we realized this could continue no longer. My father’s intention was to be a man of God, and each of us knew he would stay in God’s will.

                                               

With renewed vigor, our family marched along the way to Jerusalem, ready to greet the officials with a clear refutation.



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“You wish to do what?”

The Seleucid general was clearly in disbelief, but my father remained calm.

“Must I live to see these days?”

Appalled at this show of disrespect toward the government, the soldier took a step closer to us. We, in fear, closed ourselves in tighter to one another.

“I will have no one in this land who does not obey the command of his own authorities!” 

The s hissed through the man’s gritted teeth, giving him an aura of penetrating villainy, and a strong presence of regime throughout his enormous bulk. I felt a shiver run down my spine in full acknowledgement of the evil before me. Almost at once, our family exchanged glances, realizing the danger in which we placed ourselves.

“It is a small matter,” continued the man, “to alter your manner of worship.”

“Perhaps to you it is,” replied my father in his rather notorious vehemence, “but I see it not as you do. Indeed, if you change my practice in worship, you will take away my God whom I love. And if you do so, you shall have me exchange all my other daily practices for your own. No, this is no small matter. If this succeeds, may God be my deliverer!”

A cheer rose up behind me. Gladdened that someone was on our side, I turned.

My heart dropped. The cheer was not for my father’s courage in going before the government – no, it was far from that. A young man, a man I had played with in my childhood, a man from a god-fearing, honorable family, had chosen to side with the general.

Bowing down before an idol of the gentiles, my friend threw himself prostrate and began to pray, “Oh Zeus, most high and blessed above all the gods, the son of Kronos, husband to Hera, and father of Athena, Apollo, Dionysus, and the rest of the most beautiful divinities in Olympus: may your name be great forever.”

Disgusted, my father was filled with fury, as were the rest of my family and those few others who were faithful to Yahweh. Enraged at the denial of the Jewish people toward their God, and all they once held dear, it was apparent that my father was moved to wrath, tensing every muscle in his body. In this heat, my father erupted and began to slay all those worshippers who had left the Hebrew faith for pagan idolatry. Furiously, he swept through the crowd gathered in this square of Jerusalem, trampling those thrown prostrate before the graven images of the gods of the Greek-speaking peoples, tearing down these corrupt statues, and ending the lives of those who sought to defend this rebellion against the one true God. Catastrophe marked the scene in Jerusalem, and all were distraught. Still, my father Mattathias had one purpose: to serve the living God by fulfilling his holy call to lead the people of Israel n righteousness.

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That day proved to be just the beginning of many great struggles between those Jews faithful to God, and those unfaithful. It was not long before my father took our family away to the hills, to be preserved against the pagan influences and harsh persecution we experienced in the city. Since then, we have remained here, a growing number of others joining us. My father’s wish is that someday Israel may be restored to her full glory, for the Lord has promised this to us. It seems more and more clear, however, that perhaps I am the one the Lord would have go before Israel while she waits, and renew her strength to endure. How I will do so, I know not, but one thing I do know: that this man Antiochus is wicked, and does not follow the true and living God.
I am afraid I must take leave of my writing, and tend to the fields. The work never ends around here, since we are so few in number. But, before I go, I must take one last look over the ridge where I sit. Ah, yes, over there, just in view near the horizon, is my hometown. If I blur my eyes, I can almost see the fields, and feel the wind whipping around my face. The rainy season is back in Israel; and maybe, just maybe – Yahweh’s cleansing rain will heal my people soon.