Osama, Wordsworth, and Poe
An audio tape has surfaced in which Osama threatens the US with more acts of terrorism. The CIA confirms it is the voice of bin Laden. How unsettling is it to know he’s still out there?
My Rant on Terrorists
Among the string of thoughts that crossed my mind after the news was this: If there is any doubt in anyone’s mind that bringing Saddam to justice is necessary, this should clinch it. McArthur said something like old soldiers don’t die, they just fade away. Well I say terrorist leaders don’t quit, they just find a deeper hole and keep plotting. If Saddam was reinstated today, what do you think he would do? My guess does not involve him teaching Bible studies and playing board games with small children. Maybe it’s not fair to compare Osama and Saddam, but the bottom line is that neither respect Western concepts of human rights. I’ll go a step farther and say that don’t respect universal concepts of human rights. There’s nothing ethnocentric about saying genocide is wrong. And if terrorists are not captured and stopped in some way, the Mideast will never escape its reign of torture and annihilation.
My Rave on Christians
Meanwhile, news of the reporter held hostage in Iraq just adds to the darkness that rests upon foreign affairs. It’s hard not to let all the dismal news become frightening. I guess as Christians it’s even more real because of our knowledge of how the Mideast is tied into end time prophecy. But then again, as Christians, we also have hope. I just can’t imagine what it’s like to live without the assurance of a merciful God and a glorious eternity.
A Poem for the Occasion
With all the negative world news today, I’m put in mind of an English verse. I’ll skip my usual commentary and literary breakdown and just let the poem speak for itself:
The world is too much with us; late and soon,Mystery Around Poe Continues
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
The Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not.--Great God! I'd rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
--William Wordsworth, 1888; as posted on Bartleby
In other literary news, today is Edgar Allan Poe’s birthday. In keeping with a 57 year tradition, a mystery visitor left a tribute at Poe’s grave. It turned into a spectacle with onlookers breaking into the cemetery and running around trying to catch a glimpse of the visitor. And who says literature isn’t exciting?
