Monday, April 02, 2007

When they come for you....

We must wonder what goes on in the minds of Christians who sit by and do nothing while fellow religionists, Christians, are muurdered for their Christianity and for no other reason. Is it that Vancouver and other places in the West are so safe and comfortable that no one and nothing else matters so long as the comfort level remains high here? Is the important thing in life for Christians in the West to indulge in personal pursuits regardless of the struggles of their fellows elsewhere? Is it nothing of import to witness the destruction of dhimmis in the Muslim world?

What kind of person does nothing?


Savagery in the name of obedience to the Almighty. From "We must not let this ancient Church slide into oblivion," by Ed West in the Catholic Herald (thanks to all who sent this in):

"When they cook a dish in the Middle East, it is traditional to put the meat on top of the rice when they serve it. They kidnapped a woman's baby in Baghdad, a toddler, and because the mother was unable to pay the ransom, they returned her child – beheaded, roasted and served on a mound of rice." The infant's crime was to be an Assyrian, but this story, reported by the Barnabus Fund, went unnoticed in the West, like so many other horrific accounts of Christian persecution in Iraq.

Since the invasion of Iraq, Muslim militants have bombed 28 churches and murdered hundreds of Christians. Last October, Islamists beheaded a priest in Mosul in revenge for the Pope's remarks about Islam at Regensburg. But never let it be said that jihadis do not have a sense of ironic humour: that same month they crucified a 14-year-old Christian boy in Basra.


Poem (1976 version)
Original Translation
Als die Nazis die Kommunisten holten,
habe ich geschwiegen;
ich war ja kein Kommunist.

Als sie die Sozialdemokraten einsperrten,
habe ich geschwiegen;
ich war ja kein Sozialdemokrat.

Als sie die Gewerkschafter holten,
habe ich nicht protestiert;
ich war ja kein Gewerkschafter.

Als sie mich holten,
gab es keinen mehr, der protestieren konnte.
When the Nazis came for the communists,
I remained silent;
I was not a communist.

When they locked up the social democrats,
I remained silent;
I was not a social democrat.

When they came for the trade unionists,
I did not speak out;
I was not a trade unionist.

When they came for me,
there was no one left to speak out.


I don't know what kind of person you are. If you're someone interested in acting in defence of the innocent, even if that activity is passive, please join us for conversation on Thursday evening at the Vancouver Public Library in the atrium outside Blenz coffee bar from 7-9:00 pm. You'll recognise us by the blue scarves and Israeli flags on our baseball caps. Speak out before there's no one left to hear you.

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