It is *amazing* to me, the lengths to which people will go, to try to circumvent the *utterly obvious,* the *utterly ineluctable.*
Not that I am different.
It’s like, “No, I’m not actually damned on my present course, cause, cause, cause, you see, cause …” Eyes frantically casting about for a way out.
But there is no way out. Under Omnipotence, the very notion is absurd.
As an essentialist, I reject existentialism, but I have to grant the existentialists this: they were completely uncompromising in their confrontation with a reality that was never, ever going to compromise with them, so that (so far as their crabbed atheist lights could show) they were inescapably doomed. There is, as they insisted, “no exit.”
And they were absolutely right.
Karma is relentless. Justice is unstoppable. The *only* options are to fight it and end up completely obliterated, or to admit and welcome and agree with it, whole heartedly, sacrificing everything else whatever for its gorgeous glorious sake, and so graduating to joyful everlasting life.
That’s it. No other options.
So, as the existentialists urged us: choose. Hell, or Heaven: which shall it be? OK, then: get on with it.
What are you waiting for, you dog?
Tomorrow night, your King will be arrested, and the next day he will be killed; and then, this Sunday, he will rise from the dead. And from then on, there will be Hell to pay, and no pitch hot. At that point, as Sartre said, les jeux sont fait. Whose side, then, will you be on? His, or that of his murderers? Whose side are you on, right now, this instant?
Choose. Go ahead. Once you’ve done it, you’ll feel relieved, and everything thereafter will be much simpler and more straightforward; not necessarily easier, but better withal.
Nota Bene: not to choose – to delay, to prevaricate, to quibble, to quaver – that is to choose against the King. The only way to choose for the King is to choose for him. There is no excuse; there is no such thing as delay; there is no such thing as “not yet.” It all comes down to now: right now.
- Once to every man and nation
Comes the moment to decide,
In the strife of truth and falsehood,
For the good or evil side;
Some great cause, some great decision,
Offering each the bloom or blight,
And the choice goes by forever
‘Twixt that darkness and that light.
- Then to side with truth is noble,
When we share her wretched crust,
‘Ere her cause bring fame and profit,
And ’tis prosperous to be just;
Then it is the brave man chooses
While the coward stands aside.
Till the multitude make virtue
Of the faith they had denied.
- By the light of burning martyrs,
Christ, Thy bleeding feet we track,
Toiling up new Calvaries ever
With the cross that turns not back;
New occasions teach new duties,
Ancient values test our youth;
They must upward still and onward,
Who would keep abreast of Truth.
- Though the cause of evil prosper,
Yet the truth alone is strong;
Though her portion be the scaffold,
And upon the throne be wrong;
Yet that scaffold sways the future,
And, behind the dim unknown,
Standeth God within the shadow,
Keeping watch above His own.
James Russell Lowell