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Sunday, November 26, 2023

Lex Anteinternet: A Protestant Country. It's history, and what it means.

Lex Anteinternet: A Protestant Country. It's history, and what it me...

A Protestant Country. It's history, and what it means.


One of the blogs that's linked into the right on this site recently had this item:

The Declaration of Independence Founded a Theistic Republic

I should note, if you look at the items linked in on this site, over on the right, in the general interest category, there are things from the right and the left.  If you only looked at some of my posts,  you would assume that I'm a flaming liberal, maybe even a progressive.  If you look at others, you'd assume I'm a conservative (you wouldn't assume I'm a populist, and I'm not).  That probably means that I'm something else entirely, and indeed my views span right and left.  

A full reader of this blog would know that I'm a Catholic, however.

One thing that I think is obvious to serious observant Catholics, and likely observant Orthodox, is that this is a Protestant Country.  It really is. That's different from a "Christian Country".  It's Protestant. Even people who like to spout off that this country doesn't have a religious founding of some sort are, actually, some sort of cultural Protestant, by and large.  It's pretty obvious if you are a dedicated member of one of the minority religions, Catholic, Orthodox, Jewish, Muslim, etc.  As Protestants live in a Protestant culture, they don't realize that the culture is Protestant.  Indeed, one of the charming things about Americans in general is the belief that everyone all over the globe thinks just like we do.

To take it a step further, quite a few sort of adherent members of other faiths, or maybe just not really well-informed members of other faiths, are heavily Protestantized.  So you'll find Catholics that have heavily Protestant views, for example.

The deeply Protestant culture of the country impacts almost everything about it, from our economics to our foreign policy.  It may not be at all evident to average people, but an example of that can be found in the country's overall reaction to the two major ongoing wars being fought right now.

I've supported, as people here would note, the Israeli war against Hamas, which Hamas started.  But to be brutally honest, a lot of American support for Israel comes from two sources.  One is the country's Jewish population, which is actually quite small, but which has been historically influential since some point in the mid 20th Century. The other is due to Evangelical Christians who see the creation of the Jewish state in 1948 as a fulfillment of a promise in the book of Revelation, although they aren't the only Christian's, or perhaps individual Christians, to see that, that way.  Evangelical Christians, however, tend to see Israel in absolutist terms and many see supporting Israel as a way to directly bring about the Second Coming.  For its part, the Israeli government, which actually tends to be highly secular, has worked that pretty heavily over the years.

Catholics and the Orthodox have a much more nuanced view of this topic, however, as their relationship with the region goes all the way back.  Apostolic Christians were present in the region since day one.  Early on, Apostolic Christianity won many converts of the Jews in the region, but also of Arabs and other regional populations.  Christianity, and by that we mean Apostolic Christianity, largely converted the entire region before the Arab conquests of the 5th and 6th Century brought in Islam, but even then huge populations of Christians, and again we mean Apostolic Christians, as that is all that there were, remained.  What Protestants, not Apostolic Christians, termed the Crusade when they began to falsify history came about originally to try to protect the pilgrimage routes to the very region that is now being fought over.  At least up until fairly recently, 10% of the Palestinian population remained Catholic, and to the north, Lebanon was, up until fairly recently, predominately so.  Large populations of Orthodox Christians were also to be found.  Israel, in its relationship with out of the region Christians, however, reaches out mostly to Evangelical Christians who are pretty much completely foreign to the region.

The English Colonies were of course colonized by residents of Great Britain, who were, at the time they began to do that, Protestants.  They were not all members of the Church of England or the Church of Scotland, however, and that very much has its ongoing impact today.  Dissenters from the Protestant state churches, such as the "Pilgrims", took refuge in North America from whichever Protestant church was in control at the time, which was usually the Anglican Church in England, and the Presbyterian Church of Scotland in Scotland.  Immigrants from minority Protestant faiths didn't tend to have a concept of extending religious liberty in the New World, but rather escaping oppression for their minority views in the Old.  Once in North America, they tended to be just as intolerant as the established churches they had escaped from.  The one thing they could all agree on, however, is that they hated Catholics.

That was in large part because the English Protestant churches of all types had to rely on myths to justify their existence. The Church of England hadn't even really intended to separate long from the Catholic Church at first, but once things got rolling, it was hard to go back.  This was for a variety of reasons, and to at least some degree the Church of England remains uncomfortable with its separation.  It's made several attempts towards reversing it, and some significant sections of it basically pretend it didn't occur to a certain degree.  But an early feature of it was an attempt to justify what it had done, which it never really came up with a good thesis for.  Part of that simply devolved to creating a mythical history of Medieval Catholicism, a different approach than that taken by the norther European principalities that followed Luther, who also didn't mean to really separate at first.

Over time, the mythical history of the Medieval Church that the English created passed away in the UK itself.  Brave Catholic remnants hung on, and the fact that Ireland was part of the United Kingdom always meant that the fables had objections to them.  But in the English colonial experiments in North America, this was largely untrue.  Immigrants to the colonies were overwhelmingly Protestant, if in some areas not overwhelmingly Anglican.  Fables developed during the Reformation were carried over and instituted into the telling of American history and into American culture, which is why even now students at higher levels will hear stories of bloody Inquisitions and naked aggression in the Middle East that are simply untrue.

Part of the fable is that the country has always been supportive of "freedom of religion" and even that this is enshrined in the Constitution.  It isn't, and it hasn't been.  

At the time of the Revolution, almost all American colonist were Protestants.  Certainly exceptions existed, but Catholics were a distinct minority and members of other religions, such as Judaism, were nearly non-existent.  A significant exception had been Africans brought over as slaves prior to the 1700s, but during the 1700s they largely converted to Protestant faiths, reflecting the religion of where they were held, although often not the same varieties, exactly, of Protestantism of those who held them in bondage.  Certainly slaves when first brought over, which was still occurring at the time of the Revolution irrespective of its illegality, were members of African animist religions by and large. About 1/3d were Muslim, however, and a few were Catholic.  In terms of cultural myth, this is interesting in that it's commonly forgotten that most African slaves were animists at the time of their enslavement and also that the common excuse at the time that they would be introduced to Christianity actually wasn't true for all of them, some already being Christians.  Be all of that as it may, the legacy of pre enslavement religions dissipated relatively rapidly, although some remnant of it remains even today in terms of folk beliefs.1 

In 1776 when the nation rebelled against its Anglican monarch, King George III, most of the rebellious leaders in the Continental Congress were solidly Protestant.  Indeed, one of the Intolerable Acts they passed as causi belli was the Quebec Act, which allowed the Québécois to remain Catholic, which says volumes about just how anti-Catholic the country was.  A popular myth had developed that the founders of the republic and its constitution were largely non-Christian theists, but it's largely baloney.   The article linked in above sort of adopts that view, without really fully expressing it, in order to avoid, most likely, that the Founders founded a Christian nation, or a Protestant one.

That aside, they certainly did found a theistic republic, and their early thoughts and documents are shot through with it.  Nearly all of them, if not in fact all of them, believed in "natural law" which, as the article notes shows up in the Declaration of Independence, which states:

The unanimous Declaration of the thirteen united States of America, When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.

And it goes on from there.

Okay, well so what?

Part of this is just historical.  It's important to be accurate about a nation's history, and frankly the country was founded as a Protestant republic in which everyone, almost, was a Protestant.  That was its culture, and to an enormous degree, it remains its culture today.  Countries always have a culture, and beyond that, they deserve one.


But (and there's always a but), this also raises some important cultural, let alone, religious topics.

As to Protestants, one thing to keep in mind that while various Protestant denominations made up the majority of practice for Americans, there was not one single Protestant church and as the nation grew, this very much became the case. At the time of the  Revolution, it would have been highly likely that almost everyone in a community in which any one person lived was the same type of Protestant.  In Appalachians regions, for example, most were some type of Protestant.  In New England, most were (although not all0 were likely Anglicans.  There were Quakers and other sects of course, but people largely lived in a community in which everyone was a member of that sect, unless you were of a distinct minority community like Catholics and Jews.

As the country expanded, however, this began to change, a fact aided by the separation from the United Kingdom which now meant that immigrants from Norther Europe in general, rather than Great Britain in particular, were widely accepted..  European Protestant faiths that had not been in the country in large numbers began to come in, with no real opposition to that.  Lutherans became very common in areas with large communities of Germans.  Various Anabaptist groups, always present, likewise expanded and became very influential in some regions of the country, particularly the American South.

And into this distinctly American brands of Protestantism developed, something that Americans seem particularly ignorant of today.  The "village preacher" or the church that was only loosely affiliated with a denomination became common.

Gather at the River in eight different John Ford films.  Ford was a devout Catholic, and obviously saw this song as emblematic of American, and Protestant, Christianity.  I've heard it in a Catholic Mass exactly once, in Pennsylvania.

This in fact became a feature of American life.  Well into the 1980s, of course, most American towns were heavily represented by a wide variety of American Protestant churches, but almost all of them had what is now called  "non-denominational" church headed up by a pastor who likely also worked five days out of seven in something else.  That figure became such an iconic American that such pastors are portrayed again and again in American films, such as those noted above, but even in much more recent ones.

The fact that American Christianity became sufficiently separate from European Christianity mean that a sort of do it yourself Christianity took particularly strong root in the US, and also in Canada, in a way that it didn't elsewhere.  Those who separated, for example, from the Russian Orthodox Church in Imperial Russia tended to become Old Believers, or even Catholics, although populations of refugee Anabaptists came into the country as well.  You don't find big populations of minority in Protestant religions anywhere else, however, in North America, save for areas that American Protestants have sought to proselytize in, some of which are areas that are already heavily Catholic or Orthodox.  Unique nearly wholly American strains of Protestantism, or religions that came out of Christianity, developed.

As this occured, it had an impact on the culture noted above, and still very much does.  Demographers have wondered about the rise of the "nones", but in fact they've always been there.  Rank and file Protestants have often not worried much about pew hopping.  People baptized in a Baptist Church will go to an Assemblies of God Church, and not think much about it.  Beyond that, a fairly large group of Americans feels that they are really God-fearing Christians, even though they very rarely go to Church.  I've heard people who never darken the door of a church save for a funeral or wedding discuss in earnest terms how the country needs to turn back to its Christian values, and in fairness, some do in fact practice Christian virtues fairly notably.

As the same time, however, people who claim this sort of loose ill-defined American Christianity often have completely jettisoned huge tenants of actual Christianity.  People will live together without being married or otherwise engage in conduct that any conventional strain of Christianity regards as gravely sinful.  Divorce, specifically prohibited by Christ, is widely practiced by American Protestants who don't give it a second thought.  In some ways, the easy practice of the very loose American Protestantism ranges from religion made very, very easy, to those denominations which have very strict rules that never actually appear in the New Testament, or Old, at all.

The Pine Tree Flag, one of the flags used by American revolutionaries during the war for independence.  People can say what they like, but a rebel army flying a flag like this is not battling for a secular republic.  Currently, this flag is associated with a group of far right wing Evangelicals of the New Apostolic Reformation who are inaccurately defined as Christian Nationalist, but who do share significant amounts of their goals including the restoration or imposition of a Christian, by which they really mean Evangelical Protestant superstructure on the country. 

Into this mix, however, we now have the New Apostolic Reformation, a Protestant movement that is confused by commentators with Christian Nationalism and even sometimes confused at to its American Protestant status.

The New Apostolic Reformation comes out of that branch of American Protestantism that has the concept that the United States itself has a particular Devine mission.  This sort of thinking has roots in American Protestantism that go fairly far back in the 19th Century, and it still is particularly strong in some branches of non-mainline, if that is a word, Protestantism, and also in Great Awakening religions that came out of Protestantism.  The followers of such thoughts tend to believe, for example, that certain figures (often George Washington) were charged by a Devine mission at the time of the Revolution, and also tend to believe that the U.S. Constitution was divinely inspired.  You can find such thoughts today amongst various American Protestant religions outside of those which have retained strongly European roots, and also, as noted, as offshoots from Christianity.  For example, you will sometimes hear the words common to the belief quoted by some Mormons, although it is not a tenant of the Mormon faith itself.

It was partially this line of thought that gave rise to the Manifest Destiny belief that many Americans held in the 19th Century, but it carried on until the 20th Century. Consider, for example, this 1900 statement after the US had taken the Philippines during the Spanish American War:
Mr. President, the times call for candor. The Philippines are ours forever, "territory belonging to the United States," as the Constitrltion calls them. And just beyond the Philippines are China's illimitable markets. We will not retreat from either. We will not repudiate our duty in the archipelago. We will not abandon our opportunity in the Orient. We will not renounce our part in the mission of our race, trustee, under God, of the civilization of the world. And we will move forward to our work, not howling out regrets like slaves whipped to their burdens, but with gratitude for a task worthy of our strength, and thanksgiving to Almighty God that He has marked us as His chosen people, henceforth to lead in the regeneration of the world.
* * *
Mr. President, this question is deeper than any question of party politics: deeper than any question of the isolated policy of our country even; deeper even than any question of constitutional power. It is elemental. It is racial. God has not been preparing the English-speaking and Teutonic peoples for a thousand years for nothing hut vain and idle self-contemplation and self-admiration. No! He has made us the master organizers of the world to establish system where chaos reigns. He has given its the spirit of progress to overwhelm the forces of reaction throughout the earth. He has made us adepts in government that we may administer government among savage and senile peoples. Were it not for such a force as this the world would relapse into barbarism and night. And of all our race He has marked the American people as His chosen nation to finally lead in the regeneration of the world. This is the divine mission of America, and it holds for us all the profit, all the glory, all the happiness possible to man. We are trustees of the world's progress, guardians of its righteous peace. The judgment of the Master is upon us: "Ye have been faithful over a few things; I will make you ruler over many thing."
From Congressional Record(56th Cong., 1st Session) Vol XXXIII, pp.705, 711.

The concept of the US as a New Testament "chosen people" remains surprisingly strong in some quarters of American Protestantism.

The New Apostolic Reformation, faced with a United States of the early 21st Century in which the openly strong Protestant connections are now highly muted in many places, have taken this one step further than most did in the past and openly seek to establish a new wing of Protestantism which advocates for the "restoration" of perceived "lost offices" of what they conceive to have been, inaccurately, in the early Church, such as prophet and apostle. There were indeed, of course, prophets in Judaism.  And there were apostles during the Apostolic Age.  Indeed, as a distinctly Protestant movement, it ironically fails to grasp that the Catholic and Orthodox Churches are true Apostolic Churches, and they were founded by the apostles.  Restoring the "office" of apostle is not possible, as the Apostolic Age is over and Apostolic revelation fixed, something acknowledged not only by the Apostolic Churches, but also those churches of the Protestant Reformation which arose during the Reformation, the latter of which differ on that point from the Apostolic Churches only in regard to their relationship to the Apostles.

The NAR has been particularly associated with current strains of Trumpist populism, and in a vague sort of way helps to explain what is going on.  As American Protestantism outside the mainline Protestant churches has always had sort of a "do it yourself" aspect to it, it's free to conceive of a mission like the NAR's while also free to ignore vast tracks of actual Christian doctrine.  Looked at that way, the NAR doesn't, at least for the time being, need to worry itself about divorce and remarriage as antithetical to Christianity, or even the requirement that Christians be their brother's keeper.  Rather, the thought is, that is, by some, that political success can be achieved, after which a society modeled in their view of Christianity can be imposed from the top down.

In this fashion, the life of a figure like Donald Trump can be flat out ignored in pursuit of what is imagined to be a greater goal, which is distinctly different from the view of some other Christians that they must vote for Trump as they have no other moral choice.  Looked at this way, Trump becomes some sort of latter day Cyrus the Great, a non congregant being used by God to achieve a greater goal.  It's a radical belief, but it is out there.

Speaker of the House Johnson flies the Pine Tree flag outside of his Congressional office.


The flag of Vatican City.  This flag can occasionally be found in Catholic Churches.  I can recall at one time a point at which American flags, which also occasionally could be found in Catholic Churches in the US, were removed.

An oddity in the US is that the largest single religion in the United States is a minority religion, that being Catholicism.  Most Americans are Protestants, but the single biggest faith is the Catholic faith.  And contrary to what some like to suggest, not only are Catholic numbers holding their own, but they're growing.  At the same time this is occurring, moreover, the second "lung" of the Church, Orthodoxy, is expanding as well.  

Because this is such a Protestant country in culture and outlook, one of the things about at least a lot of Catholics in the US is that they were heavily Protestantized, something that really took off once JFK told the country he could be a Catholic on Sundays, but the country didn't really need to worry about that for the rest of the week. A disaster for Catholics, Catholics rushed to acclimate and went from being seen as vaguely strange and threatening to the rest of the country to being just one denomination. At the same time that this occured, actual reforms in the Church, combined with the "Spirit of Vatican Two" in fact made Catholics seem that way to many "main line" Protestants and also to many rank and file Catholics.  Many distinctly Catholic practices that had deeply inserted themselves into Catholic culture disappeared.  Catholics Masses were now in English (most places) or Spanish in some.  Catholics no longer were bound to eating fish as a penitential observance on Fridays outside of Lent.  Distinctive female head coverings started to disappear (prior to Vatican II, we'd note).  Unique accordance of respect in a formal way towards Priests ended.  A fairly uniform Catholic education ended (one that I hadn't participated in, nor had my father).  A weak 1970 Catechetical set of instruction came in, leading to an entire generation, of which I am part, hardly knowing the ins and outs of their Faith by the time they passed through it.

By the 80s and 90s, members of the Church who would never have thought of marrying in a Protestant Church or church shopping were doing so. Divorce and remarriage, something long common in the Protestant churches, also came in.

In some ways, it's now easy, retrospectively, to see how this came about.  A lot of this was due to what might be regarded as cultural shell shock, or as one sociologist put it in a different context, "future shock".  A generally disdained people for the most part, in much of the country Catholics kept to themselves and lived in "Catholic Ghettos" where their cultural uniqueness wasn't open to the rest of the world up through the middle of the 20th Century. This was never wholly the case, of course, and there were always notable converts to Catholics who were out in the world.  In the West, which always tended to break down distinctions, this was much less the case once people were outside of big cities, like Denver and Salt Lake.  

Still, in that time period, most Catholics were also blue collar workers and very few, save for some in certain professional occupations, had attended university.  Those that did often tried to attend a Catholic university, which in those days were really Catholic.  So, in much of the country they worked blue collar jobs, if they were professional their clientele was Catholic as a rule, and they tended to live in Catholic Communities. This was true for the Orthodox as well.  And it was also true for Jews.  Indeed, in some ways, the overall situation of these communities resembled that of African Americans, all of whom were disdained by the Ku Klux Klan and other nativists. 

World War Two started to massively erode this.  For the first time large numbers of Catholics attended university and after the war, for the same reason, this continued on due to the GI Bill.  The walls of the Catholic (and Orthodox) Ghettos began to come down.  Vatican II came along and made institutional changes in the church. Separately, the Vatican change the liturgy to its current form, a definite improvement, and provided that it could be said in the vernacular.  Bishops and Priests who assumed a certain directly from this began to expand on it, and a Catholic President came in and told Americans that Catholics were just like everyone else, something a lot of Americans rapidly embraced. Similar developments happened north of the border where the Church itself started the process of dismantling institutional control of large areas of Quebec society, which in turn developed into the Quiet Revolution.

Looking back now, lots of younger Catholics wonder why their grandparents allowed so much to erode.  Why did they allow the incidents of Catholic culture to fade? Why did they put up with taking out the altar rails?  Why wasn't some Latin retained?  Why did the parishioners not balk when the Bishops lift year around penitential meatless Fridays?  The shock of it all seems like a likely answer.  Having gone from heavily Irish, or German, or Italian communities and practicing a religion that practically had its own language, and that meaning that your future in the larger, Protestant, American society was at least partially laid out for you, and limited, to one in which they were told that they were fully part of the larger consumerist limitless American society where the rules only loosely applied, and then having part of the old culture simply destroyed, they were shell shocked.

But, in application of Yeoman's First Law of Behavior and Third Law of History, they've gotten over it now.


We've discussed this a lot recently, but at this point, it seems pretty clear that something is going on, and maybe even clear what it is.  One big thing is that we Catholics are different after all.

Try as the American Church of hte 70s might, the fact of the matter is that CAtholic's remain stubbornly subject to the letter to Diogentus:
Christians are indistinguishable from other men either by nationality, language or customs. They do not inhabit separate cities of their own, or speak a strange dialect, or follow some outlandish way of life. Their teaching is not based upon reveries inspired by the curiosity of men. Unlike some other people, they champion no purely human doctrine. With regard to dress, food and manner of life in general, they follow the customs of whatever city they happen to be living in, whether it is Greek or foreign. 

And yet there is something extraordinary about their lives. They live in their own countries as though they were only passing through. They play their full role as citizens, but labor under all the disabilities of aliens. Any country can be their homeland, but for them their homeland, wherever it may be, is a foreign country. Like others, they marry and have children, but they do not expose them. They share their meals, but not their wives.  

They live in the flesh, but they are not governed by the desires of the flesh. They pass their days upon earth, but they are citizens of heaven. Obedient to the laws, they yet live on a level that transcends the law. Christians love all men, but all men persecute them. Condemned because they are not understood, they are put to death, but raised to life again. They live in poverty, but enrich many; they are totally destitute, but possess an abundance of everything. They suffer dishonor, but that is their glory. They are defamed, but vindicated. A blessing is their answer to abuse, deference their response to insult. For the good they do they receive the punishment of malefactors, but even then they, rejoice, as though receiving the gift of life. They are attacked by the Jews as aliens, they are persecuted by the Greeks, yet no one can explain the reason for this hatred. 

To speak in general terms, we may say that the Christian is to the world what the soul is to the body. As the soul is present in every part of the body, while remaining distinct from it, so Christians are found in all the cities of the world, but cannot be identified with the world. As the visible body contains the invisible soul, so Christians are seen living in the world, but their religious life remains unseen. The body hates the soul and wars against it, not because of any injury the soul has done it, but because of the restriction the soul places on its pleasures. Similarly, the world hates the Christians, not because they have done it any wrong, but because they are opposed to its enjoyments. 

Christians love those who hate them just as the soul loves the body and all its members despite the body's hatred. It is by the soul, enclosed within the body, that the body is held together, and similarly, it is by the Christians, detained in the world as in a prison, that the world is held together. The soul, though immortal, has a mortal dwelling place; and Christians also live for a time amidst perishable things, while awaiting the freedom from change and decay that will be theirs in heaven. As the soul benefits from the deprivation of food and drink, so Christians flourish under persecution. Such is the Christian’s lofty and divinely appointed function, from which he is not permitted to excuse himself.  

In other words, Catholics that came up after the 80s looked at what the World had given to accommodating Catholics of the late 60s, 70s, and 80s, and found it wholly wanting.  Like topics, we're otherwise writing on in slow motion, tradition, which turns out to be grounded in something real, and there's an effort to take it back. As that's being done, it's the case that the reforms that came in are being rejected, sometimes a little, sometimes a lot.

Trad girls in conservative skirts and wearing chapel veils, young men fairly conservatively dressed, parishioners attempting to secure Latin Masses, or going to Easter Rite Devine Liturgy, aren't seeking to reform the reform, which up until recently was the vanguard of a return to tradition. They're seeking to wholesale bring the incidents of Catholicism back in.  In doing that, they're making it plain that they're not just another denomination, and they don't want to really be part of the American religious scene.  Whether they're applying the Benedict Option or the Constantine one, they're not only not melting in, they're returning to wholesale different.  And that different doesn't look back to 1776, it looks all the way back.

So why does any of this matter?

Cyrus the Great.  Some far right Evangelicals tend to see Trump as a sort of Cyrus figure.  Cyrus was not Jewish, but his proclimations favored the Jewish faith in an existential sense.

Now in the first year of Cyrus king of Persia, that the word of the LORD by the mouth of Jeremiah might be accomplished, the LORD stirred up the spirit of Cyrus king of Persia, that he made a proclamation throughout all his kingdom, and put it also in writing, saying: 'Thus saith Cyrus king of Persia: All the kingdoms of the earth hath the LORD, the God of heaven, given me; and He hath charged me to build Him a house in Jerusalem, which is in Judah. Whosoever there is among you of all His people—his God be with him—let him go up to Jerusalem, which is in Judah, and build the house of the LORD, the God of Israel, He is the God who is in Jerusalem. And whosoever is left, in any place where he sojourneth, let the men of his place help him with silver, and with gold, and with goods, and with beasts, beside the freewill-offering for the house of God which is in Jerusalem.'

 Ezra 1:1–4

Well, it does, for a variety of reasons, some mild, and some a bit scary.

One thing is this.  It used to be particularly noted by some that the English-speaking world was particularly given to democracy, which it was.  Those with a limited horizon tended to associate this solely with the United States, but that was in fact extremely inaccurate.  The United Kingdom had a functioning parliament in 1776 when we abandoned the UK's overlordship, and in fact that is part of the reason that we did that. They had a Parliament, and they weren't letting us in.

A person can say what they want about that and try to disassociate it somehow from something particularly English, but it is there.  France, in 1776, wasn't democratic. Spain wasn't either.  You can't really find another major power that was.  And all of England's progeny took this path for a long time.  Canada never had a non-democratic moment.  Nor did New Zealand, or Australia.

Now, English democracy was not perfect, and the franchise was not even particularly large.  Major classes were completely excluded based on economic, and also in the case of Catholics, religion.  But it was there and that heritage was conveyed.  Moreover, when it took root in North America, it expanded beyond what it had been in the UK pretty rapidly.

Which leads us to a more radical proposition.

What was also conveyed early on was a certain culture, and part of that was a political culture. The overall culture, however, was Protestant.  And it remains so.  It's so Protestant that even the atheists are culturally Protestant.

An essential element of that American Protestantism is the concept of "I can make up my mind for myself and nobody can tell me what to do".  Lots of religious "reformers" in the US have done that, but that's a Protestant thing.  To Protestants, it's not strange to hop from one Protestant denomination to another, and to even include denominations that claim to have no denomination, even though the they do.  Catholics and Jews, on the other hand, are part of one, big, global, faith.  Moving from parish to parish, for Catholics, is no big deal, as Catholicism is the Church.  But going to another denomination is an extraordinarily radical move and an act of rebellion.

Democracy, of course, as a movement has spread well beyond the English-speaking world and indeed, there were democracies that spring up in various places in the non Protestant world, as for in example Italian city states.  Antiquarians will point out the example of ancient Athens, or even Germanic and Nordic raiding bands.  On the last item, all people are democratic at the tribal level, pretty much.  None of this really counters the point, however.

This brings us to the next reason this is important.  The most recent movement, which is threading through American Evangelicalism, is radically exclusionary in a way, and this too is part of the North American religious heritage.

It wasn't until after the Civil War that American society really started to view Catholics as suitable citizens,a and then only reluctantly. The huge Irish and German immigrant populations that fought in the war made Catholics impossible to really ignore.  Jewish Americans were really small in number, but they started to be accepted, very reluctantly, about the same time.  As this occured the word "Judeo-Christian" was invented to include everyone then in the country in a singular larger American Christian sort of world.  But the fact remains that hostility towards both religions, and more recently Islam, has been an ongoing feature of American life.

Catholics, and if there are any, Jews and Muslims (the latter two unlikely in any numbers) flirting with the new concepts of Christian Nationalism and National Conservatism really need to do so at their caution.  The New Apostolic Reformation forces may have a similar view on moral matters as mainstream and conservative Catholics do, but the NAR is definitely not Catholic.  And the history for Americans of general of politics and religion being welded together, and indeed coopting each other, is not a comfortable one at all.  Put another way, Donald Trump is not a deeply religious, or even moral, man, and there's no real reason to believe that he's some sort of Cyrus the Great.

But some clearly see him that way, explaining their actions, and even some of the odd propoganda in the Trumpist camp.

None of this is to say that faith shouldn't inform a person's politics.  It should.  But they are not the same thing.

Footnotes:

1. Native Americans of course had their own religions, but what was different about their history, up until the early 20th Century, is that unless highly assimilated, they weren't "Americans" at all.  It wasn't until 1924, a date which our 100 year retrospective posts haven't even yet reached, that all Native Americans were granted U.S. citizenship.

Related Threads:

Christian Nationalism, National Conservatism and Southern Populism. Eh?

Thursday, October 19, 2023

Lex Anteinternet: Proportionality.

Lex Anteinternet: Proportionality.

Proportionality.

Everyone has the right to defend themselves.  Even Pope Francis, who is on the rather liberal end of many things, agrees with this.


But what is proportional to an enemy who has vowed to murder the populace and demonstrated that intent with murdering babies?

And let us be honest.  The claim, "the majority of Palestinian people do not support Hamas" is pretty much equivalent to "most Germans weren't Nazi's", isn't it?  It's thin.  Indeed, maybe for those in the Middle East today, it has even less credibility.  Certainly here in the US, in spite of separation from the artificial boundaries of the legacy of the Ottoman Empire and the Great War, plenty of Palestinians and their first generation descendants have rallied to the bloody cause as so many Palestinians have in the past, demonstrating that lamenting the results of bad decisions seems to be an intergenerational habit.

Congressman Rashida Tlaib, who was quick to accuse the IDF of rocketing a Palestinian hospital that in fact Islamic Jihad, which would regard her as an abhorrent example of a woman who should be out of government, accidentally rocketed.

But does that matter?

And did it in 1945?

And let us be further honest. The concept of proportionality is a Christian one.  No other culture worries about it to the same extent that Christian ones do, and if it is now a global concept, it's' due in no small measure to Christianity.  Everyone protesting for proportionality does so in hopes that it reaches a Christian audience. The historical global norm, outside of Judaism and Christianity (and I'll confess ignorance on Islam), was for slaughter.

It's the Christian influence that's made it unacceptable.  For pagan people, and non-Abrahamic people?  Well, that was what was done.

So we are left, then, with what is proportionality?

Was destroying Berlin in 1945 proportional to the Nazi genocidal imperial regimes?  Or would it have been better to say, well, not all Germans were Nazis?  Or did that, with a threat like Nazism, not really matter that much?

Questions that have to be answered. And the namby pampy "let's condemn overreaction" have to answer them most of all.

Or does it?

Does staying a hand, display more strength than using it? Turn, as it were, the other cheek?

And can we, even with the descent into liberal secularism, which seems to solely involve what's under our Fruit of the Looms, avoid answering them, in real, bloody, terms, rather than platitudes?

I offer no solutions, or answers.

I'm only posing the questions.  With, of course, the proviso that if you answer wrong, there's blood on your hands, one away, or the other.

Sunday, April 3, 2022

Lex Anteinternet: Lamentations

Lex Anteinternet: Lamentations

Lamentations

From Twitter.  No other way to illustrate this.

Russian soldiers are murdered men in Bucha, Ukraine, as they left the city, or while they occupied it.

And while I cannot verify it, and therefore have not reported it to date, there have been accounts of rapes by Russian soldiers, seemingly a hallmark of the Russian Army since the latter stages of the Second World War.

To be fair, although it's frankly a bit different, Ukrainian civilians in at least one occupied city poisoned food and alcohol (that bane of Russian existence), killing some and making others sick.

This is all more than the horrors of war.

The Desolation of Jerusalem

How solitary sits the city,

once filled with people.

She who was great among the nations

is now like a widow.

Once a princess among the provinces,

now a toiling slave.

She weeps incessantly in the night,

her cheeks damp with tears.

She has no one to comfort her

from all her lovers;

Her friends have all betrayed her,

and become her enemies.

3Judah has gone into exile,

after oppression and harsh labor;

She dwells among the nations,

yet finds no rest:

All her pursuers overtake her

in the narrow straits.

The roads to Zion mourn,

empty of pilgrims to her feasts.

All her gateways are desolate,

her priests groan,

Her young women grieve;

her lot is bitter.

Her foes have come out on top,

her enemies are secure;

Because the LORD has afflicted her

for her many rebellions.

Her children have gone away,

captive before the foe.

From daughter Zion has gone

all her glory:

Her princes have become like rams

that find no pasture.

They have gone off exhausted

before their pursuers.

Jerusalem remembers

in days of wretched homelessness,

All the precious things she once had

in days gone by.

But when her people fell into the hands of the foe,

and she had no help,

Her foes looked on and laughed

at her collapse.

Jerusalem has sinned grievously,

therefore she has become a mockery;

Those who honored her now demean her,

for they saw her nakedness;

She herself groans out loud,

and turns away.

Her uncleanness is on her skirt;

she has no thought of her future.

Her downfall is astonishing,

with no one to comfort her.

“Look, O LORD, at my misery;

how the enemy triumphs!"

The foe stretched out his hands

to all her precious things;

She has seen the nations

enter her sanctuary,

Those you forbade to come

into your assembly.

All her people groan,

searching for bread;

They give their precious things for food,

to retain the breath of life.

“Look, O LORD, and pay attention

to how I have been demeaned!

Come, all who pass by the way,

pay attention and see:

Is there any pain like my pain,

which has been ruthlessly inflicted upon me,

With which the LORD has tormented me

on the day of his blazing wrath?

From on high he hurled fire down

into my very bones;

He spread out a net for my feet,

and turned me back.

He has left me desolate,

in misery all day long.

The yoke of my rebellions is bound together,

fastened by his hand.

His yoke is upon my neck;

he has made my strength fail.

The Lord has delivered me into the grip

of those I cannot resist.

All my valiant warriors

my Lord has cast away;

He proclaimed a feast against me

to crush my young men;

My Lord has trodden in the wine press

virgin daughter Judah.

For these things I weep—My eyes! My eyes!

They stream with tears!

How far from me is anyone to comfort,

anyone to restore my life.

My children are desolate;

the enemy has prevailed.”

Zion stretches out her hands,

with no one to comfort her;

The LORD has ordered against Jacob

his foes all around;

Jerusalem has become in their midst

a thing unclean.

“The LORD is in the right;

I had defied his command.

Listen, all you peoples,

and see my pain:

My young women and young men

have gone into captivity.

I cried out to my lovers,

but they failed me.

My priests and my elders

perished in the city;

How desperately they searched for food,

to save their lives!

Look, O LORD, at the anguish I suffer!

My stomach churns,

And my heart recoils within me:

How bitter I am!

Outside the sword bereaves—

indoors, there is death.

Hear how I am groaning;

there is no one to comfort me.

All my enemies hear of my misery and rejoice

over what you have done.

Bring on the day you proclaimed,

and let them become like me!

Let all their evil come before you

and deal with them

As you have so ruthlessly dealt with me

for all my rebellions.

My groans are many,

my heart is sick.”

The Lord’s Wrath and Zion’s Ruin

How the Lord in his wrath

has abhorred daughter Zion,

Casting down from heaven to earth

the glory of Israel,

Not remembering his footstool

on the day of his wrath!

The Lord has devoured without pity

all of Jacob’s dwellings;

In his fury he has razed

daughter Judah’s defenses,

Has brought to the ground in dishonor

a kingdom and its princes.

In blazing wrath, he cut down entirely

the horn of Israel;

He withdrew the support of his right hand

when the enemy approached;

He burned against Jacob like a blazing fire

that consumes everything in its path.

He bent his bow like an enemy;

the arrow in his right hand

Like a foe, he killed

all those held precious;

On the tent of daughter Zion

he poured out his wrath like fire.

The Lord has become the enemy,

he has devoured Israel:

Devoured all its strongholds,

destroyed its defenses,

Multiplied moaning and groaning

throughout daughter Judah.

He laid waste his booth like a garden,

destroyed his shrine;

The LORD has blotted out in Zion

feast day and sabbath,

Has scorned in fierce wrath

king and priest.

The Lord has rejected his altar,

spurned his sanctuary;

He has handed over to the enemy

the walls of its strongholds.

They shout in the house of the LORD

as on a feast day.

The LORD was bent on destroying

the wall of daughter Zion:

He stretched out the measuring line;

did not hesitate to devour,

Brought grief on rampart and wall

till both succumbed.

Her gates sank into the ground;

he smashed her bars to bits.

Her king and her princes are among the nations;

instruction is wanting,

Even her prophets do not obtain

any vision from the LORD.

The elders of daughter Zion

sit silently on the ground;

They cast dust on their heads

and dress in sackcloth;

The young women of Jerusalem

bow their heads to the ground.

My eyes are spent with tears,

my stomach churns;

My bile is poured out on the ground

at the brokenness of the daughter of my people,

As children and infants collapse

in the streets of the town.

They cry out to their mothers,

“Where is bread and wine?”

As they faint away like the wounded

in the streets of the city,

As their life is poured out

in their mothers’ arms.

To what can I compare you—to what can I liken you—

O daughter Jerusalem?

What example can I give in order to comfort you,

virgin daughter Zion?

For your breach is vast as the sea;

who could heal you?

Your prophets provided you visions

of whitewashed illusion;

They did not lay bare your guilt,

in order to restore your fortunes;

They saw for you only oracles

of empty deceit.

All who pass by on the road,

clap their hands at you;

They hiss and wag their heads

over daughter Jerusalem:

“Is this the city they used to call

perfect in beauty and joy of all the earth?”

They open their mouths against you,

all your enemies;

They hiss and gnash their teeth,

saying, “We have devoured her!

How we have waited for this day—

we have lived to see it!”

The LORD has done what he planned.

He has fulfilled the threat

Decreed from days of old,

destroying without pity!

He let the enemy gloat over you

and exalted the horn of your foes.

Cry out to the Lord from your heart,

wall of daughter Zion!

Let your tears flow like a torrent

day and night;

Give yourself no rest,

no relief for your eyes.

Rise up! Wail in the night,

at the start of every watch;

Pour out your heart like water

before the Lord;

Lift up your hands to him

for the lives of your children,

Who collapse from hunger

at the corner of every street.

“Look, O LORD, and pay attention:

to whom have you been so ruthless?

Must women eat their own offspring,

the very children they have borne?

Are priest and prophet to be slain

in the sanctuary of the Lord?l

They lie on the ground in the streets,

young and old alike;

Both my young women and young men

are cut down by the sword;

You killed them on the day of your wrath,

slaughtered without pity.

You summoned as to a feast day

terrors on every side;

On the day of the LORD’s wrath,

none survived or escaped.

Those I have borne and nurtured,

my enemy has utterly destroyed.”

The Voice of a Suffering Individual

I am one who has known affliction

under the rod of God’s anger,

One whom he has driven and forced to walk

in darkness, not in light;

Against me alone he turns his hand—

again and again all day long.

He has worn away my flesh and my skin,

he has broken my bones;

5He has besieged me all around

with poverty and hardship;

He has left me to dwell in dark places

like those long dead.

He has hemmed me in with no escape,

weighed me down with chains;

Even when I cry for help,

he stops my prayer;

He has hemmed in my ways with fitted stones,

and made my paths crooked.

He has been a bear lying in wait for me,

a lion in hiding!

He turned me aside and tore me apart,

leaving me ravaged.

He bent his bow, and set me up

as a target for his arrow.

He pierced my kidneys

with shafts from his quiver.

I have become a laughingstock to all my people,

their taunt all day long;

He has sated me with bitterness,

filled me with wormwood.

He has made me eat gravel,

trampled me into the dust;

My life is deprived of peace,

I have forgotten what happiness is;

My enduring hope, I said,

has perished before the LORD.

The thought of my wretched homelessness

is wormwood and poison;

Remembering it over and over,

my soul is downcast.

But this I will call to mind;

therefore I will hope:

The LORD’s acts of mercy are not exhausted,

his compassion is not spent;

They are renewed each morning—

great is your faithfulness!

The LORD is my portion, I tell myself,

therefore I will hope in him.

The LORD is good to those who trust in him,

to the one that seeks him;

It is good to hope in silence

for the LORD’s deliverance.

It is good for a person, when young,

to bear the yoke,

To sit alone and in silence,

when its weight lies heavy,

To put one’s mouth in the dust—

there may yet be hope—

To offer one’s cheek to be struck,

to be filled with disgrace.

For the Lord does not

reject forever;

Though he brings grief, he takes pity,

according to the abundance of his mercy;

He does not willingly afflict

or bring grief to human beings.

That someone tramples underfoot

all the prisoners in the land,

Or denies justice to anyone

in the very sight of the Most High,

Or subverts a person’s lawsuit—

does the Lord not see?

Who speaks so that it comes to pass,

unless the Lord commands it?

Is it not at the word of the Most High

that both good and bad take place?

What should the living complain about?

about their sins!

Let us search and examine our ways,

and return to the LORD!

Let us lift up our hearts as well as our hands

toward God in heaven!

We have rebelled and been obstinate;

you have not forgiven us.

You wrapped yourself in wrath and pursued us,

killing without pity;

You wrapped yourself in a cloud,

which no prayer could pierce.

You have made us filth and rubbish

among the peoples.

They have opened their mouths against us,

all our enemies;

Panic and the pit have been our lot,

desolation and destruction;

My eyes stream with tears over the destruction

of the daughter of my people.

My eyes will flow without ceasing,

without rest,

Until the LORD from heaven

looks down and sees.

I am tormented by the sight

of all the daughters of my city.

Without cause, my enemies snared me

as though I were a bird;

They tried to end my life in the pit,

pelting me with stones.

The waters flowed over my head:

and I said, “I am lost!”

I have called upon your name, O LORD,y

from the bottom of the pit;

You heard me call, “Do not let your ear be deaf

to my cry for help.”

You drew near on the day I called you;

you said, “Do not fear!”

5ou pleaded my case, Lord,

you redeemed my life.

You see, LORD, how I am wronged;

do me justice!

You see all their vindictiveness,

all their plots against me.

You hear their reproach, LORD,

all their plots against me,

The whispered murmurings of my adversaries,

against me all day long;

Look! Whether they sit or stand,

I am the butt of their taunt.

64Give them what they deserve, LORD,

according to their deeds;

Give them hardness of heart;

your curse be upon them;

Pursue them in wrath and destroy them

from under the LORD’s heaven!

Miseries of the Besieged City

How the gold has lost its luster,

the noble metal changed;

Jewels lie scattered

at the corner of every street.

And Zion’s precious children,

worth their weight in gold—

How they are treated like clay jugs,

the work of any potter!

Even jackals offer their breasts

to nurse their young;

But the daughter of my people is as cruel

as the ostrich* in the wilderness.

The tongue of the infant cleaves

to the roof of its mouth in thirst;

Children beg for bread,

but no one gives them a piece.

Those who feasted on delicacies

are abandoned in the streets;

Those who reclined on crimson

now embrace dung heaps.

The punishment of the daughter of my people

surpassed the penalty of Sodom,

Which was overthrown in an instant

with no hand laid on it.

Her princes were brighter than snow,

whiter than milk,

Their bodies more ruddy than coral,

their beauty like the sapphire.

8Now their appearance is blacker than soot,

they go unrecognized in the streets;

Their skin has shrunk on their bones,

and become dry as wood.

Better for those pierced by the sword

than for those pierced by hunger,

Better for those who bleed from wounds

than for those who lack food.

The hands of compassionate women

have boiled their own children!

They became their food

when the daughter of my people was shattered.

The LORD has exhausted his anger,

poured out his blazing wrath;

He has kindled a fire in Zion

that has consumed her foundations.

The kings of the earth did not believe,

nor any of the world’s inhabitants,

That foe or enemy could enter

the gates of Jerusalem.

13Except for the sins of her prophets

and the crimes of her priests,

Who poured out in her midst

the blood of the just.

They staggered blindly in the streets,

defiled with blood,

So that people could not touch

even their garments:

“Go away! Unclean!” they cried to them,

“Away, away, do not touch!”

If they went away and wandered,

it would be said among the nations,

“They can no longer live here!

The presence of the LORD was their portion,

but he no longer looks upon them.

The priests are shown no regard,

the elders, no mercy.

Even now our eyes are worn out,

searching in vain for help;

From our watchtower we have watched

for a nation* unable to save.

They dogged our every step,

we could not walk in our squares;

Our end drew near, our time was up;

yes, our end had come.

Our pursuers were swifter

than eagles in the sky,

In the mountains they were hot on our trail,

they ambushed us in the wilderness.

The LORD’s anointed—our very lifebreath!—

was caught in their snares,

He in whose shade we thought

to live among the nations. 

Rejoice and gloat, daughter Edom,

dwelling in the land of Uz

The cup will pass to you as well;

you shall become drunk and strip yourself naked!l

Your punishment is completed, daughter Zion,

the Lord will not prolong your exile;

The Lord will punish your iniquity, daughter Edom,

will lay bare your sins

The Community’s Lament to the Lord

Remember, LORD, what has happened to us,

pay attention, and see our disgrace:

2Our heritage is turned over to strangers,

our homes, to foreigners.

We have become orphans, without fathers;

our mothers are like widows.

We pay money to drink our own water,

our own wood comes at a price.

With a yoke on our necks, we are driven;

we are worn out, but allowed no rest.

We extended a hand to Egypt and Assyria,

to satisfy our need of bread.

Our ancestors, who sinned, are no more;

but now we bear their guilt.

Servants rule over us,

with no one to tear us from their hands.

We risk our lives just to get bread,

exposed to the desert heat;

Our skin heats up like an oven,

from the searing blasts of famine.

Women are raped in Zion,

young women in the cities of Judah;

Princes have been hanged by them,

elders shown no respect.

Young men carry millstones,

boys stagger under loads of wood;

The elders have abandoned the gate

the young men their music.

The joy of our hearts has ceased,

dancing has turned into mourning;

The crown has fallen from our head:

woe to us that we sinned!

Because of this our hearts grow sick,

at this our eyes grow dim:

Because of Mount Zion, lying desolate,

and the jackals roaming there!

But you, LORD, are enthroned forever;

your throne stands from age to age.

Why have you utterly forgotten us,

forsaken us for so long?

Bring us back to you, LORD, that we may return:

renew our days as of old.

For now you have indeed rejected us

and utterly turned your wrath against us.

 From the Book of Lamentations.*

Victor Davis Hanson, whose editorials became increasingly sketchy, in my view, in the Trump/Post Trump era, returned to a sense of stable on the other day and wrote an editorial on how to pursue helping the Ukrainians to victory.  One of the things he reminded us of is that we should not hate the Russians, and this is quite true.  It was not the Russian people who launched this war against their neighbor, it was Ukraine.

A less charitable op ed in the Tribune reminds us, however, of the Holodomor, in which the Soviets intentionally starved millions of Ukrainians in the early 1930s.

That was the Soviets of course, not really the Russians per se, but Putin is well on his way to trying to restore some sort of Imperial confederation based on central, if not communist, authority.  People don't forget things like that, and it becomes at some point hard to get over them.

Additionally, a feature of the Russian Army is that its conscripts are made up of a class who simply can't avoid service, and they're not the bright shining lights of Russian society.  Added to that, for inexplicable reasons, physical violence towards recruits has been a feature of Russian military life since the Imperial days.  Brutality towards junior enlisted men ends up producing solders who are brutal to civilians.

A good example of that would be the Imperial Japanese Army.  At the time of the Russo Japanese War it was noted that the Japanese were not brutal to prisoners of war and were willing to surrender if surrender was called for. All that had changed by the Second World War.  I don't know what changed inside the Japanese military itself, but the government had changed enormously to where effectively the military had a veto on the civilian administration of government by that time. And the Japanese were notoriously brutal towards their enlisted men and taught them barbarity.

The situation with the Russians today isn't really analogous, but it's becoming difficult not to recall that the Red Army was used to perpetuate a heinous crime against the Ukrainians in the 1930s and whatever else a person may say about it in World War Two, it's guilty of the the largest mass rape event in modern human history.

Now it's repeating that history.

It's well-known as well that upon their return home, what the troops of the Red Army had done outside of their own borders had become known at home.  It ended up causing the generation that fought the war to have a long-lasting set of problems at home.  Russian women, who are a powerful cultural force inside of Russia, regarded their husbands as having cheated on them or worse, and didn't forgive them.  Many Russian men didn't forgive themselves as time passed.

We note this as, once again, there's nothing in Russian culture that is responsible for this war. The best evidence is that Russians who know what is going on don't want it, although some are now rallying to their flag, as people in wartime do.

What it does tells us, however, that we need to do more for Ukraine.  Doing more for Ukraine, long term, is doing more for Russia, and the world itself, as well.

In the meantime, pray for Ukraine.

Footnotes:

*Lamentations 1

1   ¶ Як самітно сидить колись велелюдне це місто, немов удова воно стало! Могутнє посеред народів, княгиня посеред країн воно стало данницею!...

2   Гірко плаче по ночах вона, і сльози гарячі на щоках у неї... Нема потішителя в неї зо всіх, що кохали її, її зрадили всі її друзі, вони ворогами їй стали!

3   Юдея пішла на вигнання з біди та з роботи тяжкої, вона оселилася поміж поганами, спочинку собі не знайшла! Догнали її всі її переслідники серед тіснот...

4   Дороги сіонської доньки сумні, бо немає на свято прочан! Усі брами її попустіли, зідхає священство її, посумнілі дівчата її, а вона гірко їй!

5   Її грабівники взяли гору над нею, і добре ведеться її ворогам, бо їй завдав смутку Господь за численність у неї гріхів: Немовлята її до полону пішли перед ворогом...

6   І відійшла від сіонської доньки вся величність її... Її князі стали, немов олені ті, що паші собі не знаходять, і йдуть у безсиллі перед переслідником...

7   У дні лиха свого та страждання свого дочка єрусалимська спогадує всі свої скарби, що були від днів давніх, як народ її впав був у руку ворожу, і не було, хто б їй поміч подав... Вороги споглядали на неї, і сміялись з руїни її...

8   Дочка єрусалимська гріхом прогрішилась, тому то нечистою стала, усі, що її шанували, погорджують нею, наготу бо її вони бачили! І зідхає вона, й відвертається взад...

9   Нечистість її на подолках у неї. Вона не згадала свого кінця, та й упала предивно, і нікого нема, хто б потішив її... Побач, Господи, горе моє, бо звеличився ворог!

10  Гнобитель простяг свою руку на всі її скарби, і бачить вона, що в святиню її увіходять погани, про яких наказав Ти: Не ввійдуть вони в твої збори!

11  Увесь народ її стогне, шукаючи хліба, свої скарби коштовні за їжу дають, аби тільки душу свою проживити... Зглянься, Господи, і подивися, яка стала погорджена я!

12  ¶ Не вам кажучи, гляньте й побачте, усі, хто дорогою йде: чи є такий біль, як мій біль, що завданий мені, що Господь засмутив ним мене у день лютого гніву Свого?...

13  Із височини Він послав в мої кості огонь, і над ними він запанував! Розтяг сітку на ноги мої, повернув мене взад, учинив Він мене спустошілою, увесь день болящою...

14  Ярмо моїх прогріхів зв'язане міцно рукою Його, плетуться вони та приходять на шию мою! Він зробив, що спіткнулася сила моя, Господь передав мене в руки такого, що й звестись не можу...

15  Усіх моїх сильних Господь поскидав серед мене, мов на свято зібрання, Він скликав на мене, щоб моїх юнаків поторощити, як у чавилі, стоптав Господь дівчину, Юдину доньку...

16  За оцим плачу я, око моє, моє око слізьми запливає! бо далеко від мене втішитель, що душу мою оживив би; мої діти понехтувані, бо посилився ворог!

17  Сіонська дочка простягла свої руки, немає розрадника їй: Господь наказав проти Якова довкола нього його ворогам, донька єрусалимська нечистою стала між ними...

18  Справедливий Господь, а я слову Його неслухняна була... Послухайте но, всі народи, і побачте мій біль: дівчата мої та мої юнаки у неволю пішли!

19  Взивала до друзів своїх, та вони обманули мене! Священство моє й мої старші вмирають у місті, шукаючи їжі собі, щоб душу свою поживити...

20  Зглянься, Господи, тісно мені! Моє нутро бентежиться, перевертається серце моє у мені, бо була зовсім неслухняна... На вулиці меч осирочував, а в домі смерть...

21  Почули, що я ось стогну, й немає мені потішителя, вчули про лихо моє всі мої вороги, та й зраділи, що Ти це зробив... Спровадив Ти день, що його заповів, бодай сталося їм, як мені!

22  Бодай перед обличчя Твоє прийшло все їхнє лихо, і вчини їм, як Ти учинив ось мені за гріхи мої всі, бо численні стогнання мої, моє ж серце боляще...

Lamentations 2

1   ¶ Як захмарив Господь в Своїм гніві сіонську дочку! Він кинув із неба на землю пишноту Ізраїля, і не згадав у день гніву Свого про підніжка ногам Своїм,

2   понищив Господь, не помилував житла всі Яковові... Він позбурював у гніві Своїм у дочки Юди твердині, на землю звалив, збезчестив Він царство й князів усіх його...

3   В люті гніву відтяв увесь Ізраїлів ріг, правицю Свою відвернув Він від ворога, та й запалав проти Якова, мов той палючий огонь, що навколо жере!

4   Він нап'яв Свого лука, як ворог, противником стала правиця Його, і Він вибив усе, що для ока було пожадане, у скинії доньки сіонської вилив запеклість Свою, як огонь...

5   Господь став, як той ворог, понищив Ізраїля Він, всі палати його зруйнував, твердині його попустошив, і Юдиній доньці примножив зідхання та стогін!

6   Понищив горожу Свою, немов у садка, місце зборів Своїх попустошив, Господь учинив, що забули в Сіоні про свято й суботу, і відкинув царя та священика в лютості гніву Свого...

7   Покинув Господь Свого жертівника, допустив побезчестити святиню Свою, передав в руку ворога мури палаців її, вороги зашуміли в Господньому домі, немов би святкового дня!

8   Задумав Господь зруйнувати мур сіонської доньки, Він витягнув шнура, Своєї руки не вернув, щоб не нищити, сумними вчинив передмур'я та мур, вони разом ослабли...

9   Її брами запалися в землю, понищив Він та поламав її засуви... Її цар і князі її серед поганів... Немає навчання Закону, і пророки її не знаходять видіння від Господа...

10  ¶ Сидять на землі та мовчать старші доньки сіонської, порох посипали на свою голову, підперезались веретами, аж до землі свою голову єрусалимські дівчата схилили...

11  Повипливали від сліз мої очі, моє нутро клекоче, на землю печінка моя виливається через занепад дочки мого люду, коли немовля й сосунець умлівають голодні на площах міських.

12  Вони квилять своїм матерям: Де пожива й вино? І скулюються, як ранений, на площах міських, коли душі свої випускають на лоні своїх матерів...

13  Що засвідчу тобі, що вподоблю до тебе, о єрусалимськая дочко? Що вчиню тобі рівним, щоб тебе звеселити, о діво, о дочко сіонська? Бо велика, як море, руїна твоя, хто тебе полікує?

14  Пророки твої провіщали для тебе марноту й фальшиве, і не відкривали твого гріха, щоб долю твою відвернути, для тебе вбачали пророцтва марноти й вигнання...

15  Усі, що проходять дорогою, плещуть у долоні на тебе, і посвистують та головою своєю хитають над донькою Єрусалиму та кажуть: Хіба це те місто, що про нього казали: Корона пишноти, розрада всієї землі?

16  Усі вороги твої пащу на тебе роззявлюють, свищуть й зубами скрегочуть та кажуть: Ми пожерли її... Оце справді той день, що чекали його, знайшли ми і бачимо його!...

17  Учинив Господь те, що задумав, Він виповнив слово Своє, що його наказав від днів давніх: усе зруйнував, і милосердя не мав, і ворога втішив тобою, Він рога підійняв супротивних твоїх...

18  Їхнє серце до Господа крик підіймає, о муре, о дочко Сіону! Проливай, як потік, сльози вдень та вночі, не давай відпочинку собі, нехай не спочине зіниця твоя!

19  Уставай, голоси уночі на початку сторожі! Виливай своє серце, мов воду, навпроти обличчя Господнього! Підійми ти до Нього долоні свої за душу своїх немовлят, що від голоду мліють на розі всіх вулиць!...

20  Споглянь, Господи, і подивися, кому Ти зробив отаке? Чи конечним було, щоб жінки їли плід свій, своїх немовлят, яких виплекали? Щоб був у святині Господній забитий священик і пророк?

21  Лежать на землі на вулицях рядом юнак та старий... Попадали діви мої та мої парубки від меча, Ти побив їх в день гніву Свого, порізав, не мав милосердя...

22  Ти викликував, мов на день свята, жахоти мої із довкілля, і врятованого не було, і позостальця в день гніву Господнього, повигублював ворог мій тих, кого виплекала та зростила була...

Lamentations 3

1   ¶ Я той муж, який бачив біду від жезла Його гніву,

2   Він провадив мене й допровадив до темряви, а не до світла...

3   Лиш на мене все знову обертає руку Свою цілий день...

4   Він виснажив тіло моє й мою шкіру, мої кості сторощив,

5   обгородив Він мене, і мене оточив гіркотою та мукою,

6   у темноті мене посадив, мов померлих давно...

7   Обгородив Він мене і не вийду, тяжкими вчинив Він кайдани мої...

8   І коли я кричу й голошу, затикає Він вуха Свої на молитву мою...

9   Камінням обтесаним обгородив Він дороги мої, повикривлював стежки мої...

10  Він для мене ведмедем чатуючим став, немов лев той у сховищі!

11  Поплутав дороги мої та розшарпав мене, учинив Він мене опустошеним!

12  Натягнув Свого лука й поставив мене, наче ціль для стріли,

13  пустив стріли до нирок моїх з Свого сагайдака...

14  Для всього народу свого я став посміховиськом, глумливою піснею їхньою цілий день...

15  Наситив мене гіркотою, мене напоїв полином...

16  І стер мені зуби жорствою, до попелу кинув мене,

17  і душа моя спокій згубила, забув я добро...

18  І сказав я: Загублена сила моя, та моє сподівання на Господа...

19  Згадай про біду мою й муку мою, про полин та отруту,

20  душа моя згадує безперестанку про це, і гнеться в мені...

21  ¶ Оце я нагадую серцеві своєму, тому то я маю надію:

22  Це милість Господня, що ми не погинули, бо не покінчилось Його милосердя,

23  нове воно кожного ранку, велика бо вірність Твоя!

24  Господь це мій уділ, говорить душа моя, тому я надію на Нього складаю!

25  Господь добрий для тих, хто надію на Нього кладе, для душі, що шукає Його!

26  Добре, коли людина в мовчанні надію кладе на спасіння Господнє.

27  Добре для мужа, як носить ярмо в своїй молодості,

28  нехай він самітно сидить і мовчить, як поклав Він на нього його;

29  хай закриє він порохом уста свої, може є ще надія;

30  хай щоку тому підставляє, хто його б'є, своєю ганьбою насичується...

31  Бо Господь не навіки ж покине!

32  Бо хоч Він і засмутить кого, проте змилується за Своєю великою милістю,

33  бо не мучить Він з серця Свого, і не засмучує людських синів.

34  Щоб топтати під своїми ногами всіх в'язнів землі,

35  щоб перед обличчям Всевишнього право людини зігнути,

36  щоб гнобити людину у справі судовій його, оцього не має на оці Господь!

37  ¶ Хто то скаже і станеться це, як Господь того не наказав?

38  Хіба не виходить усе з уст Всевишнього, зле та добре?

39  Чого ж нарікає людина жива? Нехай скаржиться кожен на гріх свій.

40  Пошукаймо доріг своїх та дослідімо, і вернімось до Господа!

41  підіймімо своє серце та руки до Бога на небі!

42  ¶ Спроневірились ми й неслухняними стали, тому не пробачив Ти нам,

43  закрився Ти гнівом і гнав нас, убивав, не помилував,

44  закрив Себе хмарою, щоб до Тебе молитва моя не дійшла...

45  Сміттям та огидою нас Ти вчинив між народами,

46  наші всі вороги пороззявляли на нас свого рота,

47  страх та яма на нас поприходили, руїна й погибіль...

48  Моє око спливає потоками водними через нещастя дочки мого люду...

49  Виливається око моє безупинно, нема бо перерви,

50  аж поки не зглянеться та не побачить Господь із небес,

51  моє око вчиняє журбу для моєї душі через дочок усіх мого міста...

52  Ловлячи, ловлять мене, немов птаха, мої вороги безпричинно,

53  життя моє в яму замкнули вони, і каміннями кинули в мене...

54  Пливуть мені води на голову, я говорю: Вже погублений я!...

55  ¶ Кликав я, Господи, Ймення Твоє із найглибшої ями,

56  Ти чуєш мій голос, не заховуй же вуха Свого від зойку мого, від благання мого!

57  Ти близький того дня, коли кличу Тебе, Ти говориш: Не бійся!

58  За душу мою Ти змагався, о Господи, життя моє викупив Ти.

59  Ти бачиш, о Господи, кривду мою, розсуди ж Ти мій суд!

60  Усю їхню помсту Ти бачиш, всі задуми їхні на мене,

61  Ти чуєш, о Господи, їхні наруги, всі задуми їхні на мене,

62  мову повстанців на мене та їхнє буркотіння на мене ввесь день...

63  Побач їхнє сидіння та їхнє вставання, як завжди глумлива їхня пісня!

64  Заплати їм, о Господи, згідно з чином їхніх рук!

65  Подай їм темноту на серце, прокляття Твоє нехай буде на них!

66  Своїм гнівом жени їх, і вигуби їх з-під Господніх небес!

Lamentations 4

1   ¶ Як потемніло золото, як відмінилося щире те золото добре, як на розі всіх вулиць каміння святе порозкидане!

2   Коштовні сіонські сини, щирим золотом важені, як тепер ось за глиняний посуд полічені, за чин рук ганчарських!

3   Навіть шакали витягують перса, годують своїх молодят, а доня народу мого жорстока, мов струсі в пустині:

4   язик сосунця до його піднебіння від спраги прилип... Хліба жадають собі немовлята, й немає нікого, хто б їм відломив...

5   Ті, що їли присмаки, на вулицях з голоду мліють; ті, що виплекані на пурпурі, тепер смітники обіймають...

6   І більшою стала вина доньки люду мого за прогріх Содому, що був перевернений вмить, і не торкалися руки до нього...

7   Її можновладці чистіші від снігу були, біліші від молока, їхнє тіло червоне, мов перли, їхній вигляд сапфір,

8   а тепер їхній вигляд чорніший за сажу, не розпізнають їх на вулицях, їхня шкіра стягнулась на їхній кості, зробилась сухою, як дерево...

9   Забитим мечем стало ліпше, ніж повбиваним голодом, що гинуть проколені, за браком плодів польових...

10  Руки жінок милосердних варили своїх діточок, які стали поживою їм під час руйнування дочки мого люду...

11  Закінчив Господь лютість Свою, вилив жар Свого гніву, і запалив на Сіоні огонь, і пожер він основи його!

12  Не вірили земні царі та всі мешканці цілого світу, що ввійде противник та ворог до брам Єрусалиму...

13  ¶ Усе сталося це за провини пророків його, за неправду священства його, що кров праведників серед нього лили...

14  По вулицях бродять, немов ті сліпці, поплямовані кров'ю, так що люди не можуть діткнутись до одягу їхнього.

15  Уступіться, нечисті! кричали до них, уступіться, збочуйте, не доторкуйтеся!... І повтікали вони й мандрували, і казали між людьми: Мешкати в нас більш не будуть!

16  Господнє лице розпорошило їх, не дивиться більше на них, бо вони не звертали уваги на обличчя священиків, до старих вони ласки не мали...

17  Уже прогляділи ми очі свої, даремно чекавши на поміч собі, на варті своїй ми чекали народу, який нас не спас...

18  Чатують вони наші кроки, щоб ходити не могли ми по площах своїх. Кінець наш наблизився, сповнилися наші дні, бо прийшов нам кінець...

19  Гнобителі наші скоріші були за орлів піднебесних, вони уганялись за нами по горах, на нас чатували в пустині...

20  Попав в ями живущий наш дух, Господній помазанець, що ми говорили про нього: Ми будемо жити в тіні його серед народів.

21  ¶ Веселися та тішся, о дочко Едому, що сидиш в краю Уц, також над тобою перейде злий келіх, уп'єшся й оголишся й ти!

22  Скінчилася кара твоя, дочко Сіону, не буде Він більше тебе виганяти, та твоє беззаконня скарає Він, дочко Едому, відкриє провини твої!

Lamentations 5

1   ¶ Згадай, Господи, що з нами сталося, зглянься й побач нашу ганьбу,

2   наша спадщина дісталась чужим, доми наші чужинцям!

3   Поставали ми сиротами: нема батька, а матінки наші неначе ті вдови!...

4   Свою воду за срібло ми п'ємо, наші дрова за гроші одержуємо...

5   У потилицю нас поганяють, помучені ми, і спокою не маємо!

6   До Єгипту й Асирії руку витягуємо, щоб насититись хлібом!

7   Батьки наші грішили, але їх нема, а ми двигаємо їхні провини!

8   Раби запанували над нами, і немає нікого, хто б вирятував з їхньої руки...

9   Наражуючи свою душу на меч у пустині, достаємо свій хліб...

10  Шкіра наша, мов піч, попалилась з пекучого голоду...

11  Жінок на Сіоні безчестили, дівчат по Юдейських містах...

12  Князі їхньою рукою повішені, лиця старих не пошановані...

13  Юнаки носять камінь млиновий, а хлопці під ношею дров спотикаються...

14  Перестали сидіти старші в брамі, юнаки свою пісню співати,

15  втіха нашого серця спинилась, наш танець змінивсь на жалобу...

16  Спала корона у нас з голови, о горе, бо ми прогрішились,

17  ¶ тому наше серце боляще, тому наші очі потемніли,

18  через гору Сіон, що спустошена, бродять лисиці по ній...

19  Пробуваєш Ти, Господи, вічно, Твій престол з роду в рід:

20  Нащо ж нас забуваєш навік, покидаєш на довгі дні нас?

21  Приверни нас до Себе, о Господи, і вернемось ми, віднови наші дні, як давніше було!

22  Хіба Ти цілком нас відкинув, прогнівавсь занадто на нас?...

Lex Anteinternet: A conversation with an old friend. The Good Death, and the Good Life and Existential Occupations.

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