Doce me faces voluntarem tuam quia Deus meus es tu

Friday, November 05, 2004
At the brake shop this morning, the television is turned to Fox News. Someone is talking about Yasser Arafat. Two old-timers are talking it up.

"I think that fella's gonna die."

"He better git right with the Lord."

"Too late for that. He's in a coma."

I kept reading my book, scarcely looking up. I was at roughly page thirty-five of Seize the Day. Bellow is simply amazing. One of the old gentleman took his key s and left; the other read a hunting magazine.

So Yasser Arafat is on his way to eternity. Of course we all are on our way. His journey is likely to end somewhat sooner. I doubt very much that he will encounter seventy-two eager virgins upon his arrival. His death will in many ways be a good thing, forcing the Palestinian people to reevaluate their goals and ambitions and leaders. It's doubtful that such soul-searching will occur without a hefty amount of bloodshed.

Still it would be wrong to gloat and cheer for Arafat's death. Recall Tolkien's words:

Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them, Frodo? Do not be too eager to deal out death in judgement.

It is a sobering thought. The man is a thug and a murderer and a coward. The irony that he will die as a feeble man in a bed, as opposed to a brave warrior, is not lost on me. Still Tolkien's words ring true. We shall criticize Arafat's actions in life, for they were reprehensible. Yet when he comes to death's door, we stand aside and watch him make that journey alone, without either condemnation or praise. At that point our owns words are meaningless. More on such matters will be said, by Someone far greater than you and me.
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