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In the beginning of G.K. Chesterton’s Ballad of the White Horse, King Alfred the Great was defeated by the invading Danes, and subsequently hid in an island. While there, he had a vision of the Blessed Virgin, and he asked her if they could win against the invaders, or even if he and his men can enter Heaven after they die.
The Blessed Mother said:
Not in spite of, but because of these grim-sounding words, King Alfred found courage and strength, and he rallied the different chiefs of the land by repeating to them the Virgin’s words: “No more of comfort shall ye get / Save that the sky grows darker yet / And the sea rises higher,” and drove out the invading Danes.
So many are anxious today because of our seeming need to be certain about so many things, when actually the way to be brave is to accept, even embrace, our mundane uncertainty, and let God be God.
Jesus, King of Mercy, I trust in You.
The Blessed Mother said:
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"The gates of heaven are lightly locked,
We do not guard our gold,
Men may uproot where worlds begin,
Or read the name of the nameless sin;
But if he fail or if he win
To no good man is told.
"The men of the East may spell the stars,
And times and triumphs mark,
But the men signed of the cross of Christ
Go gaily in the dark.
"The men of the East may search the scrolls
For sure fates and fame,
But the men that drink the blood of God
Go singing to their shame.
"The wise men know what wicked things
Are written on the sky,
They trim sad lamps, they touch sad strings,
Hearing the heavy purple wings,
Where the forgotten seraph kings
Still plot how God shall die.
"The wise men know all evil things
Under the twisted trees,
Where the perverse in pleasure pine
And men are weary of green wine
And sick of crimson seas.
"But you and all the kind of Christ
Are ignorant and brave,
And you have wars you hardly win
And souls you hardly save.
"I tell you naught for your comfort,
Yea, naught for your desire,
Save that the sky grows darker yet
And the sea rises higher.
"Night shall be thrice night over you,
And heaven an iron cope.
Do you have joy without a cause,
Yea, faith without a hope?"
So many are anxious today because of our seeming need to be certain about so many things, when actually the way to be brave is to accept, even embrace, our mundane uncertainty, and let God be God.
Jesus, King of Mercy, I trust in You.
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