Hwær cwom mearg? Hwær cwom mago? Hwær cwom maþþumgyfa?
Hwær cwom symbla gesetu? Hwær sindon seledreamas?
Eala beorht bune! Eala byrnwiga!
Eala þeodnes þrym! Hu seo þrag gewat,
genap under nihthelm, swa heo no wære.
Stondeð nu on laste leofre duguþe
weal wundrum heah, wyrmlicum fah.
Eorlas fornoman asca þryþe,
wæpen wælgifru, wyrd seo mære,
ond þas stanhleoþu stormas cnyssað,
hrið hreosende hrusan bindeð,
wintres woma, þonne won cymeð,
nipeð nihtscua, norþan onsendeð
hreo hæglfare hæleþum on andan.
Eall is earfoðlic eorþan rice,
onwendeð wyrda gesceaft weoruld under heofonum.
Her bið feoh læne, her bið freond læne,
her bið mon læne, her bið mæg læne,
eal þis eorþan gesteal idel weorþeð!
Swa cwæð snottor on mode, gesæt him sundor æt rune.
Til biþ se þe his treowe gehealdeþ, ne sceal næfre his torn to rycene
beorn of his breostum acyþan, nemþe he ær þa bote cunne,
eorl mid elne gefremman. Wel bið þam þe him are seceð,
frofre to Fæder on heofonum, þær us eal seo fæstnung stondeð.
(source: Anglo-Saxons.net : The Wanderer)
So spake the wise man in his mind,
where he sat apart in counsel.
Good is he who keeps his faith,
And a warrior must never speak
his grief of his breast too quickly,
unless he already knows the remedy –
a hero must act with courage.
It is better for the one that seeks mercy,
consolation from the father in the heavens,
where, for us, all permanence rests.
If you love life, if you love beauty, if you love truth and goodness, you must love Jesus Christ. You must love Christianity, the faith of Jesus Christ. You must love the Church that Jesus Christ founded. You must love the People that Jesus adds to that Church. You must love the teachings and the wisdom of that Church, the Spirit’s fulfilling of the Promise of Christ and the unfolding of the Word given to the prophets and apostles. You must love the saints, living and dead, struggling and suffering and blissful.
And you must keep loving truth, keep loving beauty, keep loving goodness, even if you are called “fundamentalist” by hirelings and “bigot” by wolves, for there is no way to love sinners except by taking on the wounds of Christ, that is, the reproaches of the self-saving and the self-hating, and showing the truth as true, the beautiful as lovely, and the good as worth the hassle.
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