I haven’t had much time recently for more than a passing view of the headlines and the odd gem from my favourite posters. The four horsemen gallop towards us with ever greater speed.
A simple glimpse of the headlines should be enough for even the biggest somnambulant moron to know that ‘something’ big/bad is going to happen. Even on the idiot box the talking mannequins are using the language of ‘tipping point’. They even used it in a discussion about a handbag fight between ‘Christian’ temple priests.
It is strange how the mind works. Recently a thought struck me. As a young boy/man we would sing a hymn called “Céad Míle Fáilte”. The Gaelic name for the carpenter from Nazareth is Íosa and it sounds (to my ears) the same as the revered name Isa (PBUH) in Islam. We have more in common than we think.
Curious that Henry VIII got a papal bull from the Pope to stamp out the uppity followers of Christ in Ireland and to teach them the 'one true faith’. How much of the message of Christ was eradicated by Constantine at the first Council of Nicaea? They’ve been revising and ‘interpreting’ it for us ever since.
The fate of us all seems to hang by a thread. We seem to pause for breath almost as if we are coming up for air. All too soon comes the climax of our times and we will all be put to the test. It’s about bloody time too.
This little tune from Freddie captures the moment for me.
Good luck and may your God go with you.
Greater Love Than This Hath No Man
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