The Troubles in Gaelic are called, “Adj ‘ar Sainmhini’u”
With all the clamor and chaos riddling the Middle East, and all the unfortunate promise it shows to continue as such, I think it’s very important to remember that not only has that area been warring for far longer than the last few Presidential elections, but other areas respectively have been engaged in the similar kinds of tragedy. Northern Ireland is such a place…it is a forgotten holy war.
A “ceasefire” played the political spokesman to the listening world only 10 years ago…and overnight daily bombings and a routinely rising death-toll that filled sooty Belfast afternoons were traded for a quieter time, and a trickier hate.
The generation of the “Troubles,” as those indelible decades came to be called, runs nearly parallel to the baby-boomer generation here in the States. Imagine all those 20, 30, 40 and 50 year olds, that whole generation and all their inspired hate and indifference they fended off and fed on to survive those times…all that abhorrent attitude being slung between the warring so-called “Christians,” defending their respective denominations as either Prods or Taigs (Catholics)…and it’s little wonder why the children that are now the parents of Northern Ireland’s little ones are simply planting those exact same seeds of war and prejudice into the generations to come.
Unless true Christians, consumed only with the simplicity of the message of Jesus Christ (Love) once again stand tall in Eire, and engage, dig in and fight for her in the long and Good fight that cares not for denominational difference over God’s people loving their “neighbor…God will not be seen as the Lover and King of old in Northern Ireland.
He will not be enticed to make further petition for what He has long fought to win back so long as self-sown discord continues to divide his bride making her look more like a harem than a bride-to-be.
And I believe there is a very real possibility that God will not do much of anything to deliver Ireland from herself so long as she is filled with hearts and people that would rather campaign in the pursuit of a denominational donnybrook over simply lay down their many individual prides, and simply let God be judge…last I checked, Ireland, and especially N. Ireland couldn’t even handle the demand of Christ’s call to Love…hate and division takes effort and a far more sinister toll on the soul, but I do think it’s easier in matters of the heart.
To all those that hope and remember Ireland before she chose to supplement love with agenda and human plans…which have to given us nothing but bloodhsed and long-stretching, ironic “peace walls” carving up the country, may God hear and respond to those heart-cries. I pray God is ever willing to sort through this tragedy…and that whenEire is delivered from herself, she might recognize and pay homage to the One who re-rescued her…not Jesus the Protestant or Jesus the Catholic…but Jesus the Christ(ian).
I pray for the strength for all those who call N. Ireland home to smile at the time to come.
For now Eire at least seems, faoi shioch’ain…at peace