• The War Prayer

    From Lee Lofaso@2:203/2 to ALL on Tuesday, February 22, 2022 21:20:23
    Hello Everybody,

    This is my response to a speech made by a low level clerk from Russia.
    We all know the name of that low level clerk, and the reason(s) why his
    name shall never be mentioned in these parts, or anywhere else in the
    civilized world.

    --Lee

    The War Prayer, by Mark Twain (1905)

    It was a time of great and exalting excitement.

    The country was up in arms, the war was on, in every breast burned the
    holy fire of patriotism; the drums were beating, the bands playing, the
    toy pistols popping, the bunched firecrackers hissing and spluttering;
    on every hand and far down the receding and fading spread of roofs and balconies a fluttering wilderness of flags flashed in the sun; daily
    the young volunteers marched down the wide avenue gay and fine in their
    new uniforms, the proud fathers and mothers and sisters and sweethearts cheering them with voices choked with happy emotion as they swung by;
    nightly the packed mass meetings listened, panting, to patriot oratory
    which stirred the deepest deeps of their hearts, and which they
    interrupted at briefest intervals with cyclones of applause, the tears
    running down their cheeks the while; in the churches the pastors
    preached devotion to flag and country, and invoked the God of Battles beseeching His aid in our good cause in outpourings of fervid eloquence
    which moved every listener. It was indeed a glad and gracious time, and
    the half dozen rash spirits that ventured to disapprove of the war and
    cast a doubt upon its righteousness straightway got such a stern and
    angry warning that for their personal safety's sake they quickly shrank
    out of sight and offended no more in that way.

    Sunday morning came – next day the battalions would leave for the
    front; the church was filled; the volunteers were there, their young
    faces alight with martial dreams – visions of the stern advance, the gathering momentum, the rushing charge, the flashing sabers, the flight
    of the foe, the tumult, the enveloping smoke, the fierce pursuit, the surrender! Then home from the war, bronzed heroes, welcomed, adored,
    submerged in golden seas of glory! With the volunteers sat their dear
    ones, proud, happy, and envied by the neighbors and friends who had no
    sons and brothers to send forth to the field of honor, there to win for
    the flag, or, failing, die the noblest of noble deaths. The service
    proceeded; a war chapter from the Old Testament was read; the first
    prayer was said; it was followed by an organ burst that shook the
    building, and with one impulse the house rose, with glowing eyes and
    beating hearts, and poured out that tremendous invocation

    God the all-terrible!

    Thou who ordainest!

    Thunder thy clarion

    and lightning thy sword!

    Then came the "long" prayer. None could remember the like of it for
    passionate pleading and moving and beautiful language. The burden of
    its supplication was, that an ever-merciful and benignant Father of us
    all would watch over our noble young soldiers, and aid, comfort, and
    encourage them in their patriotic work; bless them, shield them in the
    day of battle and the hour of peril, bear them in His mighty hand, make
    them strong and confident, invincible in the bloody onset; help them to
    crush the foe, grant to them and to their flag and country imperishable
    honor and glory –

    An aged stranger entered and moved with slow and noiseless step up the
    main aisle, his eyes fixed upon the minister, his long body clothed
    in a robe that reached to his feet, his head bare, his white hair
    descending in a frothy cataract to his shoulders, his seamy face
    unnaturally pale, pale even to ghastliness. With all eyes following
    him and wondering, he made his silent way; without pausing, he ascended
    to the preacher's side and stood there waiting. With shut lids the
    preacher, unconscious of his presence, continued with his moving prayer,
    and at last finished it with the words, uttered in fervent appeal,
    "Bless our arms, grant us the victory, O Lord our God, Father and
    Protector of our land and flag!"

    The stranger touched his arm, motioned him to step aside – which the
    startled minister did – and took his place. During some moments he
    surveyed the spellbound audience with solemn eyes, in which burned an
    uncanny light; then in a deep voice he said:

    "I come from the Throne – bearing a message from Almighty God!" The
    words smote the house with a shock; if the stranger perceived it he
    gave no attention. "He has heard the prayer of His servant your
    shepherd, and will grant it if such shall be your desire after I, His messenger, shall have explained to you its import – that is to say,
    its full import. For it is like unto many of the prayers of men, in
    that it asks for more than he who utters it is aware of – except he
    pause and think.

    "God's servant and yours has prayed his prayer. Has he paused and taken thought? Is it one prayer? No, it is two – one uttered, the other not.
    Both have reached the ear of Him Who heareth all supplications, the
    spoken and the unspoken. Ponder this – keep it in mind. If you would
    beseech a blessing upon yourself, beware! lest without intent you
    invoke a curse upon a neighbor at the same time. If you pray for the
    blessing of rain upon your crop which needs it, by that act you are
    possibly praying for a curse upon some neighbor's crop which may not
    need rain and can be injured by it.

    "You have heard your servant's prayer – the uttered part of it. I am commissioned of God to put into words the other part of it – that part
    which the pastor – and also you in your hearts – fervently prayed
    silently. And ignorantly and unthinkingly? God grant that it was so!
    You heard these words: 'Grant us the victory, O Lord our God!' That is sufficient. The whole of the uttered prayer is compact into those
    pregnant words. Elaborations were not necessary. When you have prayed
    for victory you have prayed for many unmentioned results which follow
    victory – must follow it, cannot help but follow it. Upon the listening spirit of God fell also the unspoken part of the prayer. He commandeth
    me to put it into words. Listen!

    "O Lord our Father, our young patriots, idols of our hearts, go forth
    to battle – be Thou near them! With them – in spirit – we also go forth from the sweet peace of our beloved firesides to smite the foe.

    O Lord our God,

    help us to tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our shells;

    help us to cover their smiling fields with the pale forms of their
    patriot dead;

    help us to drown the thunder of the guns with the shrieks of their
    wounded, writhing in pain;

    help us to lay waste their humble homes with a hurricane of fire;

    help us to wring the hearts of their unoffending widows with unavailing
    grief;

    help us to turn them out roofless with little children to wander
    unfriended the wastes of their desolated land in rags and hunger and
    thirst,

    sports of the sun flames of summer and the icy winds of winter,

    broken in spirit,

    worn with travail,

    imploring Thee for the refuge of the grave and denied it –

    for our sakes who adore Thee, Lord,

    blast their hopes,

    blight their lives,

    protract their bitter pilgrimage,

    make heavy their steps,

    water their way with their tears,

    stain the white snow with the blood of their wounded feet!

    We ask it, in the spirit of love,

    of Him Who is the Source of Love, and Who is the ever-faithful refuge
    and friend of all that are sore beset and seek His aid with humble and
    contrite hearts.

    Amen.

    (After a pause.) "Ye have prayed it; if ye still desire it, speak! The messenger of the Most High waits!"

    It was believed afterward that the man was a lunatic, because there was
    no sense in what he said.

    --
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