The Silent Harp
You are part of my existence, part of myself. You have been in every line I have ever read, since I first came here, the rough common boy whose poor heart you wounded even then. You have been in every prospect I have ever seen since—on the river, on the sails of the ships, on the marshes, in the clouds, in the light, in the darkness, in the wind, in the woods, in the sea, in the streets. You have been the embodiment of every graceful fancy that my mind has ever become acquainted with. The stones of which the strongest London buildings are made are not more real, or more impossible to be displaced by your hands, than your presence and influence have been to me, there and everywhere, and will be.
The liberal’s hatred of the white European permeates his entire being. The hatred is beyond reason. Instinctively, without thought, the liberal responds to every aspect of existence in conformity to his deep-seated hatred of everything connected to the older, traditional European culture. The older Europeans segregated the races, so the liberal wants integration. The older Europeans thought abortion was murder, so the liberals call it a sacred right. The older Europeans believed Christ was the Son of God, so the liberals deny that He is the Son of God. On and on the eternal hatred of the liberals goes. And their hatred shall continue until the Lord returns. But in the meantime, since we know neither the hour nor the day, must Christian Europeans cede everything to the liberals? Yes, they must, we are told, not just by the mad-dog liberals, but also by professed Christians who live in the half-way house between liberalism and Christianity, a kind of a preparatory school for recalcitrant liberals. Once the half-way house Christian ceases to complain about legalized abortion and homosexual marriage, he is welcomed into the big liberal house, a few blocks away from the half-way house. If you ever get a chance you should visit the half-way house, as I did a few months ago, and take one of the guided tours through the house.
My guide was a genial Franciscan monk, who showed me the John Paul II Memorial Room -- “One of our most illustrious half-way house Christians” -- the Billy Graham Room, and a new room that had just been vacated in time for the arrival of a representative from Bob Jones University. “Was that Franky Schaeffer who just left the house?” I asked my guide. “Yes, he is heading for the big liberal house up the street. It’s always sad to see them go, but after all, that’s what this half-way house is here for, to help Christians become good liberals.”
“Is that Doug Wilson and Thomas Fleming in the lounge studying the works of Martin Luther King Jr.?”
“Yes, it is. I’ve been told that both men are about to leave us for the liberal house. It’s sad to lose good friends, but I’m happy for them.”
Because reason is a whore for whatever passion that takes control of a man’s heart (contra Thomas Aquinas) the stated reason for the abandonment, by half-way house Christians, of Christian Europe is different from the actual reason.
The stated reason has been articulated thousands of times, but the following articulation will serve as a representative sample:
As a history of the world, the empirical history after Christ is qualitatively not different from the history before Christ if judged from either a strictly empirical or a strictly Christian viewpoint. History is, through all the ages, a story of action and suffering, of power and pride, of sin and death. In its profane appearance it is a continuous repetition of painful miscarriages and costly achievements which end in ordinary failures—from Hannibal to Napoleon and the contemporary leaders.
--Karl Löwith in Meaning in History
Why did the half-way house Christians jettison the Europeans? We have seen that their stated reason, that there was no such thing as Christian Europe, is a lie. So what is their real reason, the reason that they are not telling us, or, in most cases, the reason they are not even aware of? It is the original sin, intellectual pride. If they follow the faith of their ancestors they must concede that their ancestors were equal to or superior to them. This they cannot abide. “Far better,” the half-way house traitors reason, “to call the ancient Europeans racist and un-Christian and declare ourselves the new, improved, superior Christians.”
Because the halfway house Christian is a house divided against himself, he will always be half-coward, half-man when he disagrees with the liberal on such issues as abortion and homosexual marriage. He will disagree like a man, but then, having voiced his disagreement democratically, he will acquiesce to the liberals’ agenda like a good little coward.
When the half-way house Christians dialogue, it is always with the liberal. With the antique European there can be no dialogue, because he is the enemy of the half-way house Christians. He challenges their assumption of intellectual superiority. And the half-way house Christians only act decisively when they are allied with the liberals against the racist Europeans. What does our Lord say? “For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.” The antique European treasures the faith of the ancient Europeans while the half-way house Christian treasures his vision of a new Christian millennium in which he gains intellectual ascendancy over his liberal brethren while aiding them in their efforts to exterminate the white “racist” remnant. (1)
The antique European has one heart and that heart was given once and for all to Christ’s Europe. The fight for Christian Europe will be to the knife and to the last man. We will not go gently into the dark night of liberaldom. +
1) The half-way house traitor called Huckabee is a perfect example of how the half-way house Christians make war on white Europeans. They kill them by proxy; Huckabee killed the four white policemen by freeing a black murderer. He cloaked his demonic action in Christian rhetoric, which is the modus operandi of the half-way house jackals. Written on the stone tablets of liberaldom is the vow: “White people must die so that liberalism can live.”
Postscript: Conversation between a First Year Devil and a Veteran Devil
First Year Devil: It’s no fun being a devil these days; you guys did the real work, you destroyed the Europeans. All we get to do now is sit around and watch the same old boring heathen rites.
Veteran Devil: You’re supposed to be keeping an eye out for European resistance movements.
FYD: There aren’t any. The Europeans are finished, and I’m bored.
VD: You little pipsqueak, that type of complacency won’t do. You weren’t around when Europe had a heart. It wasn’t pleasant. Everywhere we were on the run. The Europeans were like demi-gods. They seemed to have special powers because they were connected to...
FYD: Why didn’t you finish the sentence?
VD: You know why. Old Scratch doesn’t like His name mentioned down here.
FYD: That’s rather silly.
VD: Never mind what’s silly and what’s not silly, you just keep your mind focused on the Europeans.
FYD: You truly amaze me. You’re still afraid of them, aren’t you?
VD: A little fear wouldn’t do you any harm. Yes, I am afraid of them. I’m afraid that there are some European hearts that have not forgotten. And I’m afraid of the turmoil those faithful hearts will cause, because unlike you I don’t want another great battle.
FYD: Why not? Surely you don’t think we will lose?
VD: Our hope is in Babylon, and our destruction lies in the return of the European to his God.
FYD: Nothing can ever prevail against the gates of hell.
VD: I wouldn’t be so sure about that if I were you. Keep your eyes on mangers and Europeans. The combination of the two bodes ill for devils.