Reeking Tubes & Iron Shards

Nine Eleven

Walk about Zion, and go all around her.
         Count her towers;

 Mark well her bulwarks: consider her palaces;

 That you may tell it to the generation following.

 For this is God, our God forever and ever;                 

He will be our guide even to death.

[Psalm 48]

  Let’s consider something here in light of human history and recent events.

Why does the psalmist exhort us to walk around the great city of Zion marking well her bulwarks and counting her towers? So that we can inform the following generations of what the city looked like and where those towers were in our own day,  lest they forget. Evidently  the great city of Zion had a skyline that did not endure from generation to generation. Evidently even in Zion the towers and bulwarks were being demolished from time to time…

which brings us to a poem by Kipling  [written in 1897]:

Recessional

God of our fathers, known of old–
Lord of our far-flung battle line
Beneath whose awful hand we hold
Dominion over palm and pine–
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget – lest we forget!

The tumult and the shouting dies;
The captains and the kings depart:
Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice,
An humble and a contrite heart.
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget – lest we forget!

Far-called, our navies melt away;
On dune and headland sinks the fire:
Lo, all our pomp of yesterday
Is one with Nineveh and Tyre!
Judge of the Nations, spare us yet,
Lest we forget – lest we forget!

If, drunk with sight of power, we loose
Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe–
Such boasting as the Gentiles use
Or lesser breeds without the law–
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget – lest we forget!

For heathen heart that puts her trust
In reeking tube and iron shard–
All valiant dust that builds on dust,
And guarding, calls not Thee to guard–
For frantic boast and foolish word,
Thy mercy on Thy people, Lord!

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Pieces Be Upon It

  NYC skyline  tower card

Your heart will meditate on terror:
“ Where is the scribe?
Where is he who weighs?
Where is he who counts the towers?”

[ISAIAH 33:18]

Fear, and the pit, and the snare, are upon thee, O inhabitant of the earth.
And it shall come to pass,
   that he who fleeth from the noise of the fear shall fall into the pit;
    and he that cometh up out of the midst of the pit
      shall be taken in the snare:
for the windows from on high are open,
      and the foundations of the earth do shake.

[ISAIAH 24:17,18]


RECESSIONAL

by Rudyard Kipling

God of our fathers, known of old–
Lord of our far-flung battle line
Beneath whose awful hand we hold
Dominion over palm and pine–
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget – lest we forget!

The tumult and the shouting dies;
The captains and the kings depart:
Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice,
An humble and a contrite heart.
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget – lest we forget!

Far-called, our navies melt away;
On dune and headland sinks the fire:
Lo, all our pomp of yesterday
Is one with Nineveh and Tyre!
Judge of the Nations, spare us yet,
Lest we forget – lest we forget!

If, drunk with sight of power, we loose
Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe–
Such boasting as the Gentiles use
Or lesser breeds without the law–
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget – lest we forget!

For heathen heart that puts her trust
In reeking tube and iron shard–
All valiant dust that builds on dust,
And guarding, calls not Thee to guard–
For frantic boast and foolish word,
Thy mercy on Thy people, Lord!

Towering Vulnerabilities

Poem for the Day

Twin Ghost:  American dilemma

Catalyst of superficial jingoism

Forgotten wake-up call to a dead body

Stimulus for a sleeping cadaver

God’s 5 minutes of fame

Harbinger of dhimmitude

Ultimate reality TV

Harshin’ your high-end hubris

Dirge for a nation of unperturbed shoppers

Mass grave and trade-show

 I HAIL YOU THIS DAY !

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Or those eighteen who died when the tower in Siloam fell on them—
do you think they were more guilty than all the others living in Jerusalem?
I tell you, no! But unless you repent, you too will all perish.”  Then he told this parable:
“A man had a fig tree, planted in his vineyard, and he went to look for fruit on it, but did not find any.
So he said to the man who took care of the vineyard, ‘For three years now I’ve been coming to look for fruit on this fig tree and haven’t found any. Cut it down! Why should it use up the soil?’
“‘Sir,’ the man replied, ‘leave it alone for one more year, and I’ll dig around it and fertilize it. If it bears fruit next year, fine! If not, then cut it down.’”    [Luke 13:4-9, NIV]