[struwwelpeter]

From a neat little online weekly in Kazakhstan. Other (mis)translations from Noviy Vestnik:

She only knows her name
Soviet tankers learned to drive on the bones of the dead
To Beslan to her son's grave
Who am I?
Whose cow is mooing there?

[struwwelpeter]

I went to Zaur's classroom. The walls had huge holes from the shelling. Notebooks were all over. Someone wrote on the walls: 'we will avenge you'

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[oyez]

There is no earthly reason for the tragedy in Beslan. Such a plot most certainly seeped from the bowels of Hell.

[Calpernia]

Rest in peace.

[nw_arizona_granny]

This is a ping worth reading.

[ApesForEvolution]

Islamocommunists must be utterly annihilated BTTT

[The Mayor]

PING!

Prayer Warriors needed here!

[austingirl]

What a horror -true evil. It is heartbreaking and makes me so angry that some lack the will to fight the terrorists.

[Travis McGee]

God Bless them all.

[Pegita]

Heavenly Father, we return to give You thanks that only You can minister to a nation whose heart has been broken by the evil that men do ... bind up their wounds, Merciful Father, and set them upon a path that leads to a saving knowledge of the Lord Jesus Christ. Give success to those who are searching for each one whose hand has turned to this horrible violence ... let none escape and may justice be swift and sure. Awaken the nations to the danger that awaits, for surely we have seen that the devil prowls about like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour. 1Peter 5:8. We seek refuge in You, O Lord, and victory over this evil ... and may it be thus, in the Name of Jesus, I pray, Amen ...

[The Mayor]

October 3, 2004

Don't Despair, Share

Read: 2 Peter 3

Be diligent to be found by Him in peace, without spot and blameless. —2 Peter 3:14

Bible In One Year: Isaiah 17-19; Ephesians 5:17-33

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During these days of horrific world events, Christians should be appalled but not taken by surprise. Jesus forewarned us of terrible times to come (Luke 21:25-28). In today's reading, Peter reassured believers by reminding them of God's unfolding purposes and final victory.

The apostle described ungodly scoffers, who in the last days will say, "Where is the promise of His coming?" (2 Peter 3:4). We too may wonder why Christ doesn't come back and change things now. Peter affirmed that the Lord "is not slack concerning His promise," but delays His return to give people everywhere more time to repent (v.9).

We mustn't forget that "with the Lord one day is as a thousand years, and a thousand years as one day" (v.8). Eventually the day of the Lord will come, bringing a judgment of consuming fire. This will be followed by a new heaven and a new earth, the home of righteousness and of God's forgiven people (v.13).

As we anticipate that triumphant day, we must live consistent, holy lives (v.14), resist all evil influences (v.17), and grow in the grace and knowledge of Christ (v.18). Then, instead of despairing over evil, we will be able to share the good news of Jesus with the world. —Joanie Yoder

We know not when the Lord may come
To right the wrongs of this old earth,
But this we know—He's left us here
To share good news of second birth. —Hess

We don't know what this world is coming to, but we know the One who is coming to this world.

[Alouette]

BABI YAR

By Yevgeni Yevtushenko

No monument stands over Babi Yar.
A steep cliff only, like the rudest headstone.
I am afraid.
Today, I am as old
As the entire Jewish race itself.

I see myself an ancient Israelite.
I wander o'er the roads of ancient Egypt
And here, upon the cross, I perish, tortured
And even now, I bear the marks of nails.

It seems to me that Dreyfus is myself.
The Philistines betrayed me - and now judge.
I'm in a cage. Surrounded and trapped,
I'm persecuted, spat on, slandered, and
The dainty dollies in their Brussels frills
Squeal, as they stab umbrellas at my face.

I see myself a boy in Belostok
Blood spills, and runs upon the floors,
The chiefs of bar and pub rage unimpeded
And reek of vodka and of onion, half and half.

I'm thrown back by a boot, I have no strength left,
In vain I beg the rabble of pogrom,
To jeers of "Kill the Jews, and save our Russia!"
My mother's being beaten by a clerk.

O, Russia of my heart, I know that you
Are international, by inner nature.
But often those whose hands are steeped in filth
Abused your purest name, in name of hatred.

I know the kindness of my native land.
How vile, that without the slightest quiver
The antisemites have proclaimed themselves
The "Union of the Russian People!"

It seems to me that I am Anna Frank,
Transparent, as the thinnest branch in April,
And I'm in love, and have no need of phrases,
But only that we gaze into each other's eyes.
How little one can see, or even sense!
Leaves are forbidden, so is sky,
But much is still allowed - very gently
In darkened rooms each other to embrace.

-"They come!"

-"No, fear not - those are sounds
Of spring itself. She's coming soon.
Quickly, your lips!"

-"They break the door!"

-"No, river ice is breaking..."

Wild grasses rustle over Babi Yar,
The trees look sternly, as if passing judgement.
Here, silently, all screams, and, hat in hand,
I feel my hair changing shade to gray.

And I myself, like one long soundless scream
Above the thousands of thousands interred,
I'm every old man executed here,
As I am every child murdered here.

No fiber of my body will forget this.
May "Internationale" thunder and ring
When, for all time, is buried and forgotten
The last of antisemites on this earth.

There is no Jewish blood that's blood of mine,
But, hated with a passion that's corrosive
Am I by antisemites like a Jew.
And that is why I call myself a Russian!

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G-D Bless the innocent Russian Christians who died at Beslan,
Sanctifying His Holy Name.

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