Many will not enter into Heaven. This was the Gospel reading in Luke, read to a billion Catholics yesterday. We see above van Leydan’s famous Lot and his daughters. Lot, we can be sure is going to Hell, unless he asks God’s forgiveness. A father who screws his daughters is in serious danger of the fires of Hell.
What about Syria?
The chemical weapons used merit Hell. To see those innocent children attacked indiscriminately goes to the core of our being, our sense of indignation.
Whoever unleashed that attack probably thinks they were doing a ‘good’ given the war, the exigencies of securing victory. War is indeed a special case. No one can judge except God. However, an attack such as this highlights the reality of evil in our world and prompts an inkling, a faint notion of a hope, a metaphysical mapping of just deserts for those souls wrecking people’s lives, especially the lives of the most innocent.
A street in England like many others with a bright red postbox. When did you last post a letter to a friend?
And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England’s mountain green?And was the holy Lamb of God On England’s pleasant pastures seen?And did the countenance divine Shine forth upon our clouded hills?And was Jerusalem builded here Among those dark satanic mills?
Bring me my bow of burning gold! Bring me my arrows of desire! Bring me my spear! O clouds, unfold! Bring me my chariot of fire! I will not cease from mental fight, Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand, Till we have built Jerusalem In England’s green and pleasant land.
The story of the transfiguration of Jesus Christ raises questions about matter, spirit and the Christian idea of glorified bodies in Heaven. It all seems a little fanciful but it would be unworthy of philosophical reflection and of the powers of the imagination not to explore the idea from a variety of perspectives for there is a lot of material there – a lot of matter, anti-matter… transform, transition…