To fragment z bardzo pięknej piosenki Loreeny McKennitt, Beneath a Phrygian Sky (można gdzieś w sieci znaleźć nagranie):
Our battles they may find us
No choice may ours to be
But hold the banner proudly
The truth will set us free
No choice may ours to be
But hold the banner proudly
The truth will set us free
My mind was called across the years
Of rages and of strife
Of all the human misery
And all the waste of life
Of rages and of strife
Of all the human misery
And all the waste of life
We wondered where our God was
In the face of so much pain
I looked up to the stars above
To find you once again
In the face of so much pain
I looked up to the stars above
To find you once again
We travelled the wide oceans
Heard many call your name
With sword and gun and hatred
It all seemed much the same
Heard many call your name
With sword and gun and hatred
It all seemed much the same
Some used your name for glory
Some used it for their gain
Yet when liberty lay wanting
No lives were lost in vain
Some used it for their gain
Yet when liberty lay wanting
No lives were lost in vain
Zawsze są tacy, którzy use his name for glory or for their gain. Każdy z nas jest do tego zdolny, i dlatego tak bardzo trzeba na siebie uważać, żeby takim się nie stać. Każdy z nas chce tworzyć Boga na swój obraz i podobieństwo, i musi nieustannie walczyć z taką skłonnością: to my mamy być na obraz Boga, nie odwrotnie.
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