Human Suffering And God

The unthinkable recently happened to a high school teammate of mine. You also may have read about the three-year-old Afrikaner girl who was crucified to a kitchen table and raped by blacks. The old question, if God is all-powerful and all-good, how does one account for human suffering? Over at Chateau Heartiste, Greg Eliot explains:

Satan, and then Adam and Eve, basically told God “We don’t need you, we can figure out things for ourselves, and rule ourselves… so don’t tell us what to do!”

Sound familiar.

God says, within reason, “Okay, you asked for it and you got it… good and hard. See how far you get with Satan’s advice.” (Hint: the book of Job is a good microcosm, which you may dismiss as a cruel thing for God to do on a “gentleman’s bet”, but when you are accused of not being able to have your own Creation love you of their own free will, and before the entire assembly of angels and demons, that’s a challenge that can’t go unanswered… remember, Satan already swayed one-third of the angels to go his way.)

So Mankind and Satan’s challenge has and will go on for whatever time is needed to convince all and sundry that God is indeed needed and worthy of the love and devotion of His Creation. But free will, as true free will, does put (for lack of a better word) constraints on what would be considered a fair trial and true justice.

So any cruel indifference (in Man’s eyes) is that of his own doing… like telling a parent to “fuck off!” and then whining afterward about “why didn’t you protect me!”

As in Job, God is going to make-up for all the suffering Satan has administered, and in a big way, so that these earthly travails over the past thousands of years will be like a distant memory of some childhood illness, grievous at the time, but as an adult barely remembered.

Now one may rightfully ask “When, Oh Lord?”, but He has His timeline and His reasons, which we may not always understand or even accept. But when the Judgment comes, it has to be so that no man nor demon nor angel can rightfully say that they didn’t get a square chance to prove they could rule themselves.

Accept this synopsis, which deserves much discussion and further elaboration, or dismiss it… namely, choose this day whom you will serve.


The song below was originally recorded in 1985. It all hangs on a thin string, which is why gratitude is the only proper way to relate to life, regardless of your lot. It helps to repeat that.

That’s a woman’s song. The pathos is female. For a man, there is silence in the abyss of his thoughts, and then acting toward redemption. My translation:

Zamiast / Instead of… – Edyta Geppert

Ty, Panie tyle czasu masz / Thou, Lord, you have so much time
mieszkanie w chmurach i błękicie / Up in your home in the clouds and azure
A ja na głowie mnóstwo spraw / While I have so much on my mind
I na to wszystko jedno życie. / And just one life to deal with all of it.

A skoro wszystko lepiej wiesz / But since you know everything better
Bo patrzysz na nas z lotu ptaka / Because you see us from above
To powiedz czemu tak mi jest, / Tell me why
Że czasem tylko siąść i płakać / Sometimes I just want to sit and cry

Ja się nie skarżę na swój los / I don’t complain of my lot
Potulna jestem jak baranek / I am meek like a lamb
I tylko mam nadzieję, że… / And I just hope that…
że chyba wiesz, co robisz, Panie. / That you know what are you doing, Lord.

Ile mam grzechów? któż to wie… / How many sins do I have? who knows …
A do liczenia nie mam głowy / I’m bad at counting
Wszystkie darujesz mi i tak / All of them you will forgive me anyway
Nie jesteś przecież drobiazgowy / Because you are not petty

Lecz czemu mnie do raju bram / But why, to heaven’s gates
Prowadzisz drogą taką krętą / Do you lead me up such a winding road
I czemu wciąż doświadczasz tak / And why do you keep on
Jak gdybyś chciał uczynić świętą. / As though you wanted to make me a saint.

Nie chcę się skarżyć na swój los / I don’t complain of my lot
Nie proszę więcej, niż dać możesz / I do not ask for more than you can give me
I ciągle mam nadzieję, że… / And I still hope that…
Że chyba wiesz, co robisz, Boże. / That you know what you are doing, God.

To życie minie jak zły sen / This life will pass like a bad dream
Jak tragifarsa, komediodramat / Like a tragicomedy, farce and drama
A gdy się zbudzę, westchnę – cóż / And when I awake, I will sigh – well
To wszystko było chyba… zamiast / Perhaps all of it was… instead of

Lecz póki co w zamęcie trwam / But for now I remain in turmoil
Liczę na palcach lata szare / I count the gray years on my fingers
I tylko czasem przemknie myśl / And at moments a thought passes
Przecież nie jestem tu za karę. / That after all, I’m not being punished.

Dziś czuję się, jak mrówka gdy / Today I feel like an ant when
Czyjś but tratuje jej mrowisko / Someone’s boot tramples her anthill.
Czemu mi dałeś wiarę w cud / Why did you give me faith in miracles
A potem odebrałeś wszystko. / And then took everything away.

Nie chcę się skarżyć na swój los / I don’t complain of my lot
Choć wiem, jak będzie jutro rano / Though I can’t vouch for tomorrow morning
Tyle powiedzieć chciałam ci / That’s all I wanted to tell you
Zamiast… pacierza na dobranoc / Instead of… a bedtime prayer

(Lyrics: Magdalena Czapińska. Music: Włodzimierz Korcz.)



An Alternative für Deutschland politician converts to Islam and explains why:

One of the reasons is tied to changes that have taken place in the [Protestant] church, which no longer reflects my values.

Let’s start with what religion isn’t, and what it is. Religion is not an affiliation or a strategy you pick based on its anticipated performance toward a practical objective. It is not a weak horse or a strong horse you ride. That describes a host of things, such as ideology, propaganda, politics, but not religion. Religion is a revelation (or a “revelation”) of a supreme, eternal and sentient metaphysical reality. What religion is, is either true and thus you’re accountable before its laws whether or not you are a believer, or it’s false and as such, it’s just a fairy tale. Hence the distinction between revelation and “revelation.” Abandoning the true faith because the human institutions that represent it are weak or corrupt is an error: you don’t stop believing in gravity because you had a bad physics professor.

Let’s speculate on why he converted to Islam. I’m ruling out the possibility that he found God. And now in no particular order, likely reasons for his apostasy:

  • He’s disconnected from his own roots like those whiggers of yesteryear who identified with rap because they craved an aggressive sound to make themselves feel less soft.
  • He is genuinely confused, and maybe not very bright.
  • He wanted his five minutes of media attention.
  • He anticipates an islamization of Europe and wants to be an early adopter.
  • He was paid or blackmailed into “converting” to demoralize German patriots.
  • He is an infiltrator sabotaging the party.
  • A demon appeared to him and he gave it a fair hearing.

There is a reality above the things that can be seen and measured. It animates all life, on down to the amoeba. Christianity is the revelation of the one true, omnipotent, omniscient intelligence, embraced by the European man because we are a race with the capacity of mind and the breadth of soul to stand in awe of it and to cherish the sacrifice that Jesus made for mankind. That revelation is the great gift that we have been given, a connection with immortality itself. And God has an adversary who seeks to destroy Christianity, along with the White man as God’s witness.

Some things are beyond human knowledge. But Christian martyrs refuse to deny God because their everlasting life is at stake. So can you not know, yet be so certain of it that you would give your life for it? Yes.

If you don’t feel the faith, I understand. One day something might click if you trust God and pray daily. Maybe you are not meant to connect with the higher truth, at least not yet.

If you embrace pre-Christian paganism, I share your appreciation for the aesthetic and the philosophy, “an inhuman thing” thought it may be, but the moment you start carrying on like Thor is real, you’re just playing D&D. Related: there is an interesting thread on Gab about the infiltration of the AltRight and White Nationalism by satanists pretending to be a pagans.

And if you convert to Islam, you are no longer White. You are a collaborator, something no White man will shake hands with or trust. You are a woman that opened her legs for a shitskin, a bitch that sold her own ass to the Ottomans. You have cast your lot with inbreds who laugh at you and you will burn in Hell for turning your back on Christ.

“The Faith is Europe, and Europe is the Faith.”

Here — Jesus Christ is King.”

Morning Songs

An aubade is a composition about or evocative of sunrise. As popular songs go, Cat Stevens’ “Morning Has Broken” is among the prettiest. Beck’s euphonic Morning is a keeper:

Can we start it all over again this morning?
I let down my defenses this morning
It was just you and me this morning
I fought all my guesses this morning
Won’t you show me the way it could’ve been?

I’ll relate an experience that might sound like nothing much but it continues to have an effect on me a year-and-a-half later. Make of it what you will. At dawn, my father-in-law and I were passing through a little town in eastern part of Poland, he drove. It’s countryside with birch forests and tall, flower-adorned crucifixes at every crossroad.

Driving slowly through the wioska, we turn a corner and a burst of early morning’s sunlight floods everything. How to describe this. My perception opened for a moment. This lasted for a microsecond. What I saw, when we turned that corner, was a young woman pushing an infant stroller and a little boy walking with her.

They were real people, actually walking on the sidewalk and like I said, the vision was a flash but during it their silhouettes against the golden sunlight made an effect of the light being the sole reality. People who describe their near-death experience talk about an overwhelming sense of being embraced by love and for that moment, without a prelude and ending at that same instant, that is exactly what I felt.

That morning is when I stopped worrying.

“When the Morning Lights Arise” (orig. “Kiedy ranne wstają zorze”) is Franciszek Karpiński’s aubade, written c. 1800. My translation:

When the morning lights arise
To You the earth, to You the sea,
To You the elements sing:
Be praised, mighty God.

And man, without measure
Showered with Your gifts,
Whom You created and saved,
How can he not praise You?

Still rubbing my waking eyes
I at once call to my Lord,
To my Lord in Heaven
And I seek Him by me.

Some into the sleep of death have fallen
After lying down last night…
We still woke up
To praise You, God.

Idle Thoughts on Christian Music

It was a cool October afternoon thirty years ago and we were doing hill workouts. My high school varsity athletic team drove to a nearby neighborhood to sprint up its hilly terrain. It was a loop, where you pump your arms and legs up a steep incline, then walk back down where jogging would be too much like riding your brakes. Several teammates and I formed a small group and our competitiveness drove us to top performance up the hills. I was in a state of runner’s high — a hyper-oxygenated brain awash in natural endorphin — reveling in the functional perfection of my weightless body. I thought: This is an incredible workout for the mind, the body nourishing the brain

But thoughts raced on. Is the brain the end-beneficiary of physical health? No… something whispered. The brain merely regulates everything so that the reproductive organs can do their job. My first encounter with doubt: the body’s purpose is to replicate itself, and the illusion of having a mind or a soul is a byproduct of fluids.


The next hill workout was several weeks later. It was late Sunday afternoon and I was alone, catching my breath on the grassy hill overlooking an empty vista of my school’s athletic fields. A teenager’s emotional state is volatile and his mind solipsistic, taking certain things with grave seriousness. As euphoric I was during the previous workout, the rush of oxygen was now fueling thoughts of doom. The air was cold, the western sky was on fire.

Miserable thoughts piled on: Is this the best it’s going to be? The heart pushed jets of bile through my overheated body. Would it be best to die now? What is my purpose?

This is vivid recollection, not poetic license: I looked down from the hilltop and the panorama of athletic fields glowed golden, like the Elysian fields.


Ideas that ran in conflicting directions took me, at turns over the course of my twenties, to materialism and then back to knowing of another plane. I’m becoming convinced that keeping your eyes open and thinking without fear, over the course of a long life, will lead you to the foot of the Cross.

What Is Out There?

I can’t convince you of any metaphysical reality because I don’t understand it myself. Rather, it’s a certainty to me that God is more real than the two hands I’m looking at right now. So I’ll just leave you with someone’s comment from a recent thread at Chateau Heartiste:

I always keep coming back to the martyrs of Christianity. From St. Stephen, to St. Paul, to St. Peter, to St. Ignatius of Antioch, to St. Maximilian Kolbe, to the Copts massacred just this last Palm Sunday, and all the known and unknown martyrs in between…


1. There is absolutely nothing after death. Just the big “Nothing.” Lights out for good. Eternal Oblivion. They’ll never know they were totally wrong. All of them are all the biggest fucking idiots in history, throwing away their lives […] St. Paul himself says as much in 1 Corinthians 15:14.


2. There is something more to all this.

Good and evil. If they are real, than so is God. To get a sense of evil, imagine extremes of depravity, and not necessarily involving violence — just look around you. And to contemplate an expression of good, read John 15-13:

Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.

Laying down your life for your friends. This next comment is not my original insight but I agree with it: A.B. Breivik volunteered to spend the rest of his life in 23-hour/day solitary confinement to deliver his countrymen from evil.

High Art

It’s not just martyrdom that the Cross inspires. There is also our sublime output. Finally acknowledging the title of this post and starting with high art, there is Johann Sebastian Bach’s “Jesu, Joy Of Man’s Desiring,” Franz Schubert’s “Ave Maria,” and Henryk Górecki’s “Symphony No. 3.” There is also this Eastern Orthodox hymn from Serbia. Speaking of Coptic martyrs, listen to this Assyrian Palm Sunday prayer in Aramaic.

Popular Songs

Stepping away from high art, there are songs that regular people can sing. A famous example is the immortal “Stille Nacht.” It was written in 1818 by a young Austrian priest, with music composed by a schoolmaster from a nearby village.

“Pescador de hombres” was written in 1979 by a Spanish priest. Pope John Paul II famously said that “Pescador” (Polish version: “Barka,” transl. below) is his favorite song:

Lord, you have come to the lake shore
Looking for people who are ready to follow
To capture hearts with the truth of God’s word

O Lord, your eyes have looked upon me
Kindly smiling, you have spoken my name
Now my boat’s left on the shoreline behind me
By your side I will cast a new net

I don’t have many possessions
My treasure is my two ready hands
To work with you and my pure heart

Today we set out together
To capture hearts on the seas of human souls
With Your truth and the word of life

The calling of a priest is to be a holy man. Since the one true religion, by definition, applies to all of humankind (unless you go with an assumption that not all subsets of mankind have a soul), then such a man’s thinking will be catholic, lower-case. I imagine that such a priest would wish for everyone to aspire to godliness according to their nature, on their own land and among their own people, encountering others solely in friendship.

With that thought, what do you make of the scene a little after 3:45 in the Barka video linked above, showing an African man and his son crying at the Pope’s funeral?


The great bass-baritone Bernard Ładysz leads a choir in this arrangement of the traditional evening-song “All Of Our Daily Matters” (“Wszystkie nasze dzienne sprawy”). I like the spontaneous feel of the performance. It sounds like a what you would hear in a church with the parishioners singing.

All of our daily matters
Accept mercifully, righteous God
And when we fall asleep
May our dreams praise You

Your eyes turned
Day and night in our direction
Where the frailty of man
Your rescue awaits

Turn away the nightly perils
Protect us from all harm
Have us always in Your care
Guardian and Judge of man

And when we ascend to Heaven
We will sing to You together
God in Trinity unfathomed
Holy, forever and ever Holy

From 966 A.D. onward, men have sang hymns in that language in preparation for putting foreign invaders to the sword.

Christian Rock?

In the live performance below, the eye is on the ghoulish guitarist until the vocalist lets out the pathos in a lung-defying howl.

He looks tormented, maybe possessed. This isn’t a comment about the band members. I don’t know Thom Yorke. Yet even if that dramatic performance is all-artifice, the fact that it expresses the inner state of listeners points to their hunger for something.

Did we just watch an artistic interpretation of a station toward the foot of the Cross?

Orban Calls for the End of the Liberal Era

And proposes a new, democratic era. As Hungary’s prime minister makes it clear in his speech, the prevailing liberal order is globalization with a patina of Enlightenment universalism masking its authoritarian impulses. The democratic era, as Orban envisions it in the European context, would be guided by the Christian spirit and national identity of sovereign nations.

Reader Ensuite forwarded the 31-minute video at the bottom of this post. It is an abridged version of Viktor Orbán’s nearly 60-minute long speech at the Fidesz party convention in December 2015. The video is subtitled in English and in this post I’m citing its select parts. The following passage is Orban’s call to the leaders of the European Union:

We suggest a return to democratic Europe. Instead of today’s Europe of weak leaders, to a Europe of strong people. The next European era will either be an era of democracy, or it will cease to exist. The time has come. We are living in a different world. Twenty eight nations cannot work according to the same rules that six countries were able to work with.

Ethnically homogeneous states are more likely to work on behalf of their people because they do not preside over a mix of ethnic groups with irreconcilable conflicts of interest. Viktor Orban touches on the difference between having a national government, versus living under an imperial arrangement as either a lord or a vassal nation:

We do not want to be the ruler nor the subject, nor the caretaker nor the dependent, of other peoples.

Imagine, having a country of your own. Hungarians don’t have to imagine, they already have a country. One key condition for having one’s own country is a government that in word and deed strives to secure a future for its people:

Just think about the immigration issue…. Our politics are exclusively Hungary- friendly politics. Our major goal is the support of Hungarian families… For us, families and to-be-born children mean the future of Hungary and Europe.

He then connects Hungary’s fate to Europe’s:

We cannot effectively speak of our homeland’s situation without speaking of Europe’s situation… Europe is under an invasion. In the depths, a parallel world is being built, which slowly but surely, step by step, according to the laws of nature, will push back and squeeze our world into a minority, and together with that ourselves, our children, and our grandchildren too. If this continues, we will lose Europe… what is happening is not an accident. It is not an unintended chain of events, but a planned and controlled process.

Although I am not including that particular line, he calls out George Soros in all ways but by name in the above passage. He then closes in on the attribute of Europe’s malaise:

The true, fatal disease endangering Europe is … of a spiritual nature… Europe does not acknowledge itself.

The European spirit, and her people believe in superficial and secondary things. Human rights, progress, openness, new sorts of families, tolerance. Those are nice things, but in reality they are secondary because they are only derivatives. Yes, today Europe believes in secondary things, but it does not believe in the things from which these originate. It does not believe in Christianity. It does not believe in common sense. It does not believe in military strength. And it does not believe in national pride. It does not believe in what created it, and what it once was. It does not believe in it, it won’t stand up for itself, it won’t debate, it won’t fight, and it ultimately won’t make sacrifices for it.

It does not want to think or speak about who it really is. And after not acknowledging itself, it does not acknowledge any differentiation, either. And by not differentiating itself from others, it will consequentially lose itself. But it’s clearer than the sun that Europe is ancient Hellas, not Persia. Rome, not Carthage. Christianity, not the Caliphate.

And finally, the speech builds toward its coup de grâce, Orban’s call to close the era of liberalism; I only provide short excerpts below. Be sure to listen the whole speech and note the large soul and the generous spirit in which Orban makes his proposal:

The past 25 years of our lives was a major liberal era in Europe. It had nice periods, good results. It had major moments, and momentous figures. We can rejoice to have personally known them. Today, however liberal politics has lost its power of attraction. It piles failures upon failures. It has tired out and become exhausted. … it’s unable to protect people from external and internal dangers. Not from immigration, terrorism, nor crime.

It has stiffened and become monomaniacal. It senses enemies everywhere. It’s angry if its belief system is questioned. It’s exasperated when it hears new ideas, and it’s aggressive when one references the will of the people against it. It has lost its connection with reality. Instead of debates, it wants to censor public speech. And so it has developed the stop signs and regulations of political correctness.

All I am saying is that we have reached a point where today politics has turned against freedom. It has turned against freedom of thought, speech, and media. Consequently, it has turned against people and democracy…

I belong to those who want to live the next 1,000 years as Hungarians in a Christian Europe. In the interest of this — no matter how painful it is to certain politicians in Brussels — we must close down this era! In a political and in a spiritual sense as well. I believe that we, all of us, think that our lives are only meaningful, only have weight when we serve something greater and more important than our own lives. For example, our family, our homeland, or perhaps God’s country. Maybe all three at once.