Reprinted from Bracing Views with the author’s permission.
Today I caught this grim summary on Twitter/X:
The scary part is that the official death toll of 76,134 is an undercount. So many bodies remain under rubble or just plain obliterated by bombs.
Of course, the so-called cease fire in Gaza is anything but as Israel continues its policy of not-so-selective killing and slow strangulation. If you suggest genocide is wrong, the predictable response from the Israeli-U.S. government is that you’re a Hamas terrorist sympathizer and probably an anti-Semite as well (the latter is true even if you’re Jewish).
Coincidentally, I just took a drink after typing that and started choking. OK, maybe that wasn’t a coincidence.
I remember during Catholic service we’d sing the hymn: “Whatsoever you do to the least my brothers, that you do unto me.” I guess they’re just empty words to all those avowed Christians in the government.
Here are the words to that hymn:
Whatsoever you do
to the least of my brothers
that you do unto me
When I was hungry you gave me to eat,
When I was thirsty you gave me to drink
Now enter into the home of My Father
When I was weary you helped me to
rest, when I was anxious you calmed all
my fears; Now…
When I was homeless you opened you
door when I was naked you gave me
your coat; Now…
When I was little you taught me to read,
When I was lonely you gave me your
love; Now…
When in prison you came to my cell
When on a sick bed you cared for my
needs; Now…
In a strange country you made me at
home seeking employment you found me
a job; Now…
When I was laughed at you stood by my
side when I was happy you shared my
joy; Now…
Amen to that.
