Where the Battle is Raging

“Kill thy physician and thy fee bestow upon the foul disease.” – King Lear

Elizabeth Rundle Charles is another one of those authors from the golden age of Queen Victoria’s Britain. In her work on Martin Luther and the Reformation, titled The Chronicles of the Schönberg-Cotta Family, she has this to say about a Christian soldier’s responsibilities.

It is the truth which is assailed in any age which tests our fidelity. It is to confess we are called, not merely to profess. If I profess, with the loudest voice and the clearest exposition, every portion of the truth of God except precisely that little point which the world and the devil are at that moment attacking, I am not confessing Christ, however boldly I may be professing Christianity. Where the battle rages the loyalty of the soldier is proved; and to be steady on all the battlefields besides is mere flight and disgrace to him if he flinches at that one point.

Amen to that.

The liberals are consistent; they started the attack on God by race-mixing, and they have continued down (they of course claim it is an ascent) the slippery slope of feminism, legalized abortion, and homosexual marriage. The half-way house Christians are not as consistent as the liberals; they only want to go a little way down the slope. Like the virtuous pagans in Dante’s Inferno, the halfway-house Christians are content with the first circle of hell. Such Christians will probably remain in the first circle of hell their entire lives. They will make good dinner companions and be fine, upstanding citizens who will not double-park or cheat on their taxes, but they will be of no use in the war against liberalism. In fact they will side with the liberals against the Europeans of the old stock. Instead of repulsing the enemy’s assault on the white European wall, they will be at the breach in the wall, helping the enemy widen it to become a main entrance into the fort. And the second generation halfway-house Christians, having witnessed their parents’ capitulation to liberaldom on the racial issue, will become consistent liberals and accept the proper liberal view of homosexual marriage, feminism, and legalized abortion.

Twice a year I read through Shakespeare’s King Lear with my children. And every time I read the play I feel transported outside of space and time to a deeper, more spiritual world, His world. If the ‘one world, one race’ purveyors of racial and sexual Babylon have their way, there will be no connection between heaven and earth. The antique Europeans, the first fully human race of people, built a bridge from their world to His world. When that race of people and their cultural heritage are destroyed, the earth will once again be one formless mass of crawling creatures without any knowledge of the spirit that is in man or of the God who became man. The battle for Europe and the battle for Christianity are one and the same.

The saddest thing for me to witness is the spectacle of halfway-house Christians struggling to keep their faith alive while doing everything possible to sever their blood ties to European Christianity. A case in point: I recently, with my sons, helped a small group of fundamentalists move from one church, where they could no longer afford the rent, to another church with lower rent. I helped with the move mainly because I felt sorry for one of the elderly ladies in the congregation, whom I knew would wither and die without ‘her church.’ But sad to say the good Christian woman and the rest of the largely elderly church members all believed without question that the extinction of “European Christianity” is mandated by the same Holy Scriptures that their European ancestors used to read and revere.

Of course everything is worse in the mainstream “Christian churches.” Those beautiful structures built with such love by Europeans many years ago are now citadels of abomination. Hatred for the European Christian heritage is preached with satanic fervor. And the halfway-house Christians, who go to basement churches rather than accept homosexual ministers and legalized abortion, join in the chorus every time the mad-dogs demand the extermination of everything European. In fact, the halfway-house Christians, including my kindly elderly lady friend, will help the mad-dog liberals light the bonfire that extinguishes the last relics of European Christianity.

Throughout the European world the notion that the truth about God and existence can only be known through the human mind has become an unchallenged assumption. Such an assumption is in direct contrast to the traditional beliefs of the Christian Europeans. The Europeans believed wisdom came through the blood. Their God entered the bloodstream of humanity and they kept the knowledge of God in their hearts. The Christian church does not consist of those people who give their assent to a philosophical system that contains Christ somewhere in the midst of the system. The Christian church consists of those Christians who have a blood faith, the type of faith that the Hebrew prophets, St. Paul and the older Europeans had.

Today only the colored hordes have a blood faith. And tragically theirs is not a blood faith in Jesus Christ. Against the barbarians’ blood faith, the European is helpless because he has no true faith; he has only a philosophical system. If the European would return to the Christianity that entered the bloodstream of the European so many years ago, he would once again conquer the world for Christ. But as things stand now the modern Europeans will continue to worship the barbarians of color. Having forsaken their blood faith they must embrace a faith that combines the mind of the decadent white with the blood of the savage. Such a marriage has brought the world to ruin.

“He who endures to the end will be saved.” And Edgar in Shakespeare’s King Lear echoes our Lord’s words: “Men must endure their going hence even as they are coming hither. Ripeness is all.” The liberals and barbarians have shown their satanic colors, and the halfway-house Christians have forsaken their blood faith for what they think is a better, purer faith. They ultimately will join with the barbarians and the liberals. We have no strategic plan, no magic talisman which we can use against the triumvirate of satanic liberals, barbarians, and halfway-house Christians. That doesn’t matter; we don’t need a strategy or a magic talisman. We have not forsaken our blood, and the ancient wisdom of our race tells us that we shall conquer because we shall endure to the end, faithful to our blood and the God of our blood.

There is a wonderful white moment in John Ford’s Western The Searchers. The main character, played by John Wayne, of course, has been tracking a band of Comanche Indians in order to rescue his niece who was taken captive. When one member of the rescue party says it’s hopeless, John Wayne’s character replies: “An Indian will chase a thing until he figures he has chased it enough and then he’ll give up. Same thing when he’s running. Seems like he never learns there is a certain type of critter that just won’t give up. We’ll find her, sure as the turning of the earth.” That moment in Ford’s film encapsulates for me the heart and soul of the white man. The white man has His image in his blood, and when he fights for kith and kin against the blood lust of the barbarians, the Europeans’ victory is as sure as the turning of the earth. And what is proof to me that the modern, halfway-house Christians in their hearts have gone over to the liberals is their lack of righteous anger against the barbarians and liberals who attack and defile the European heritage and the European people. Where is the passion to punish home, to rip the heart out of the enemy who preys on the innocent and would destroy everything that is white and Christian? The white Christian is not different from the barbarian because he never becomes angry, or passionate, or violent. He differs from the barbarian in what he becomes angry, passionate, and violent about. The antique white man’s passion was linked to Christ’s passion. Our ancient civilization was created by the blending of the two passions. The remnant band of Europeans, who still have the passion in their blood which comes from an intimate connection with the God-Man, must endure their going hence even as He is coming hither. +