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Historical thoughts

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“Render unto Caesar the things which are Caesar’s, and unto God the things that are God’s.”

Decluttering does have its benefits, although I’ve not been as disciplined about it as planned during Lent. Today, however, I reached into a box which appeared to have a lot of things I’d written neatly filed away, and randomly pulled this out, dated 18 December, 2006.

“Render unto Caesar the things which are Caesar’s, and unto God the things that are God’s.” But what happened when the Christianised Constantine unfurled his banner and frightened the pagans into submission? Did God and Caesar become one? Ever since have we been bowing to a two-headed god, God made in the image of man, and empire mistaken for heaven?

Not that no good came of this. The template of civilisation imposed by the Romanised church upon barbarian chaos kept alive in the West the memory of better times until new life was transfused from the East, ironically through the new prophet, Mohammed.

For a time, perhaps as long as four hundred years, the three Peoples of the Book flourished in mediaeval Spain. Someone has even written a book describing Cordoba as “The ornament of the world.” (Maria Rosa Menocal, a title she got from a tenth century nun, Hroswitha, a Saxon nun who described Cordoba thus in a poem.) Who could then have imagined that in the future lay the Spanish Inquisition, later the Holocaust, today (remember this was written eighteen years ago) the everyday horror of Islamist terrorism. Perhaps this is what happens when human beings confuse Caesar with God?

If we could rewrite history, to the moment when Caesar imposed his idea of Christianity upon Europe, could we discover what went wrong? Or perhaps we should go back even further, to the time just after Jesus’ death when Saint Paul took it upon himself to convert the Gentiles. Should the Christians always have remained a sect of Judaism? Would they then have kept their connection to God, the pathway to salvation that Jesus sought to reveal?

We cannot rewind history. We can only continue into the future, time travellers all, but only in one direction. Are we now reaching a fork in the road, another place where we can choose either to create a time of high civilisation, or (what seems more likely) to sink even further into darkness and unknowing?

Jean M Chard 18 December, 2006

History note

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I am moving into history. When my aunt passed away recently it dawned on me that I’m now the oldest member of this particular branch of my family. This morning I consider what this really means and know the inexorable tide of history shall bear me away as it has taken all the others who went before. Where do we go, we scraps of flotsam drifting in and out on the tides of life? For a lifetime I’ve been asking the questions, who am I, why am I here, what’s it all about? And perhaps, like Wordsworth, am further away from answers than when I was a child. Time, now, to think about returning to the well from which I sprang.

Blind sailors

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What is wrong with the world today? Where does one begin? But surely at the heart of it is the fact that we have forgotten who we are, where we came from, and have lost all bearings so that we have no idea where we are going. We are blind sailors on ships that have lost their sails, tossed rudderless on black waters. And yet we think we are the crown of creation.

Remembrance Day

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I’ve always struggled to the cenotaph, in good weather and bad, because I remember hearing about the young men who died in the mud in the first world war, and because I had a father whose entire life from the age of 22 was coloured by what happened in the second world war. When I was a child there were old men with squeaky voices, who much later I realized had been damaged by gas attacks in WW1. Now all the old men are gone, and their replacements are youth who have been damaged by the questionable involvements of the past few years. But they are still human beings who were harmed by war. We go to the cenotaph to remember the disgrace that war is, not its “glory.” and vow that we will do what we can to prevent it. “Those who don’t know history are doomed to repeat it.” ― Edmund Burke