Terrible attack in Egypt:
A powerful bomb, possibly from a homicide attacker, exploded in front of a Coptic Christian church as a crowd of worshippers emerged from a New Years Mass early Saturday, killing at least 21 people and wounding nearly 80 in an attack that raised suspicions of an Al Qaeda role.
The attack came in the wake of repeated threats by Al Qaeda militants in Iraq to attack Egypt’s Christians…
I am fully aware of my Christian duty to love my enemies – including those who did this. I am fully aware of my duty to pray for the attackers. I am fully aware of the prohibition against my wanting to take revenge for this and other savage attacks on my brothers and sisters. But I still ask: how long are we Christians to endure this?
While I am commanded to turn the other cheek, that responsibility is laid up me, as an individual, if another individual strikes me. I can’t hold that it means I’m to stand aside while the innocent are murdered. The barbarians who carried out this attack must be prevented, if at all possible, from doing it again.
These are not brave men we contend with; these are not even religious men. They are wicked men, bent on winning for themselves power and wealth and their chosen instrument to achieve their design is insane violence. And so we see attack after attack on un-armed, peaceful and quite defenseless Christians. And they will keep on doing it until brave men take the field and pursue the wicked to death.
But our will is frozen – our leaders don’t act. Tied up in moral knots by liberal sophisticates who on one hand find excuse for every Moslem outrage while on the other hand condemning outright any attempt to answer fire with fire. Even while our best and bravest fight the enemy in Afghanistan we have liberal leaders here in America arguing in favor of a mosque at Ground Zero; who repeat every anti-American slander issued by groups like CAIR; who do everything they can to ensure our response is muted, short lived and pointless.
With the confusion between right and wrong, we have grown to doubt ourselves – the descendants of Christian knights; of men who stood firm at Tours, who fought like lions at Lepanto and scattered a raping and pillaging foe outside Vienna act now as if afraid of their own shadows. Unwilling to fight, unwilling to die; do we then consign ourselves to slaver?
We once had the spirit to do what is necessary:
It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, Peace, Peace– but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death! – Patrick Henry, 1775
Will we ever find it, again?