Forgive them for they know what they do
by Judi McLeod
Tuesday, March 22, 2005
It was about this time of year some 2,000 years ago when a man suffering unspeakable agony on a wooden cross cried out, "Lord, forgive them for they know not what they do."
One of the main characters in the real-life drama of The Passion walked around in robes. His name was Pontius Pilate.
The calendar moves ahead to Holy Week, 2005.
One of the main characters in a modern-day drama being played out before the eyes of the world walks about in the raiment of robes. His name is Judge George Greer, and his ruling sentenced Terri Schiavo to a painful death.
Unless you write for the New York Times, thirsting for water is painful.
When the Son of God asked for water on the day they crucified him, they offered him vinegar.
Sorrow of the masses was never made manifest when The Passion was played out, only craven human fear when somehow the world was plunged into darkness between 12 noon and 3 p.m.
Terry Schiavo is forbidden a cup of water, a drop of water or even the temporary relief of an ice cube.
Loving parents who fought the good fight for 15 years cannot even pass an ice cube over the parched lips of their beloved "little girl".
Body-searched like bandits, they can bring no human comfort to Terri’s room.
In their heart-wrenching desperation, even animals in the wild bring water to a dying young, science would call "lost causes".
While Michael Schiavo and supporters emphasize how she will never be cogent again, Terri is "brain-damaged". To that kind of perverse thinking, a cogent person is worthy of a drop of water; a brain-damaged one is not.
As National Post letter writer Bill Wylie, of Mississauga so aptly put it: "Terri Schiavo is not dying."
"Her situation," he writes "has nothing to do with a living will or the right to die with dignity. It has to do with a brain-damaged person whose rights to live has been left in the hands of a husband who has deserted her and denied her any therapy or rehabilitation for the past 12 years."
Human society will give water to quench the thirst of mass murderers. Even `Dead Men Walking’ are fed whatever they fancy before going on to meet their makers via the electric chair.
Terri Schiavo’s only crime is that she was made vulnerable. Having collapsed under the most mysterious of circumstances, she was rendered brain-damaged.
Tragically, the life and times of Terri Schiavo is taking place during a time when the milk of human kindness has long since run out.
In America, the Democrats dried out the river of MHK, and in other corners of the globe MHK was run dry by hypocritical, justify-any-crime- Liberals.
In Holy Week 2005, the clarion cry has become: "Lord forgive them for they know what they do."
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About me: “'But I don’t want to go among mad people,' Alice remarked. 'Oh, you can’t help that,' said the Cat. 'We’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.' 'How do you know I’m mad?' said Alice. 'You must be,” said the Cat, 'or you wouldn’t have come here.'” -Lewis Carroll