Thursday, December 19, 2013

Cardinal George makes sobering prediction

As the social landscape of the United States changes ever so rapidly, it seems toleration for historic Christian positions is lessening.

Cardinal George of the Roman Catholic Church recently made a sobering prediction.  I think his forecast  holds true for the whole of Christianity in the U.S., not just the Roman Church.  First Things captured him sketching the implications of radical secularization for America:

“I will die in bed, my successor will die in prison, and his successor will die as a martyr in the public square. His successor will pick up the shards of a ruined society and slowly help rebuild civilization, as the Church has done so often in human history.”


Woody Woodward said...

Like the wise, prophetic Cardinal, I don’t think I will have to witness the total destruction of our once “God Blessed America.” But my heart breaks for our children and especially our grand kids. Because the day is coming when our gracious and forgiving Lord will say, enough! My hands are removed from your land. You have removed me from everything that was once sacred, so I will remove your country from my blessings. Just seems like the past 6 years, everything that was once called good, is now labeled as being intolerant. And if anyone dares to address sin, as sin, they are hailed as bigots and narrow minded right-wing fanatics.

Darryl Basham said...


From: Darryl Basham

My apologies if you already received this comment. I'm struggling with the technology.

Sobering and plausible comment for sure. On a brighter note I wanted to share the below poem from Henry Vaughan that reminded me of your recent Advent sermon series. I hope you enjoy it.

Peace - By Henry Vaughan

1 My Soul, there is a country
2 Afar beyond the stars,
3 Where stands a winged sentry
4 All skillful in the wars;
5 There, above noise and danger
6 Sweet Peace sits, crown'd with smiles,
7 And One born in a manger
8 Commands the beauteous files.
9 He is thy gracious friend
10 And (O my Soul awake!)
11 Did in pure love descend,
12 To die here for thy sake.
13 If thou canst get but thither,
14 There grows the flow'r of peace,
15 The rose that cannot wither,
16 Thy fortress, and thy ease.
17 Leave then thy foolish ranges,
18 For none can thee secure,
19 But One, who never changes,
20 Thy God, thy life, thy cure.
Henry Vaughan


Reepicheep said...

Thanks Darryl Basham. Very encouraging.