An Iron Cross

"Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired, signifies in the final sense a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and not clothed. This world in arms is not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children. This is not a way of life at all in any true sense. Under the clouds of war, it is humanity hanging on a cross of iron." Dwight D. Eisenhower

Killing Jesus was an act of war. It was a declaration by one empire founded on the might of legions, of eternal enmity against the empire of the prince of peace. All violence ever since has been the continuation of that war, which is asymmetrical because the forces of heaven cannot be defeated. They are so utterly superior to the pathetic warlords and petty fiefdoms of this world that they do not deign to take even a single life in the process of their conquest. They are assured of victory by virtue of God's commitment to resurrection.

Because heaven is unassailable we lob our missiles at one another, taking grim pleasure in the piling up of collateral damage which is what we have consigned ourselves to be. We take shots at God and hit our children and then claim victory. We are all terrorists breathing hatred and destruction. Mad kings in our skull-sized kingdoms we are obsessed with murder. We line the roads with rebels on crosses; millions of souls pierced for our transgressions, and every one our self.