Posted on 12/15/2003 5:35:45 PM PST by ntnychik
THEY FOUND HIM IN A HOLE
It’s only natural that they found him in a hole in the ground.
It put him that much closer to hell.
Because that is where Saddam Hussein belongs. It is where Saddam Hussein has drawn his inspiration. It is the home of the god Saddam Hussein worships.
Not the Allah of Islam.
But the serpent of the garden.
We must never fear calling a spade a spade, or a devil a devil. And Saddam Hussein is that.
He long since stopped being a man and became a partner with evil. A disciple of darkness. Not the troubled-adolescent Satanism of modern imagination, but the timeless evil that slew Abel and slaughtered the Inca and stoked the fires at Auschwitz.
We have caught an Arab Hitler.
Glory be to God.
And prayers be to God that we may catch others like him – the slaughterers of every land and race – the wildly bestial men who have learned the secret that they can murder to get gain.
They strike on our troubled city streets by ones and twos, in hateful terrorist attacks by tens and hundreds, and occasionally they rise up on distant shores to murder by the thousands and millions.
They are all the same, because their god is the same. The god of misery and woe, the force behind every tear that ever fell and every heart that ever broke. Every disappointment ever felt and every soul ever lost.
The same fire we play with in our own lives every day. The choices we make to be less than we are, less than we should be. It’s all one, in vastly varying degrees, but sin is sin and it tends to sink roots and grow and you either recognize it and pull it out or it entangles you and strangles you and destroys all that you value and all that you are.
And puts you in your own hole somewhere, along the banks of your own Tigris, pretending you can hide from what you’ve done and what you’ve become.
But you can’t and neither could he.
And through the hidden entry to Saddam Hussein’s spider hole came the long arm of judgement. Destroying angels bringing him to justice. Troopers of the 4th I.D., the tip of the American spear, the answer to a world’s prayer.
The tyrant is a prisoner, the butcher of hundreds of thousands is brought to heel, the boot has been lifted from the Iraqi neck.
It is impossible to understand the pain this one man brought to the world. We have seen pictures of dead villagers, poisoned by their own president, and watched video of torture and beating, the fruit of Saddam, and heard again and again of mass graves upon mass graves. He started a war with Iran that bled that nation and his; he started a war with Kuwait that bled that nation and his. He even killed members of his own family. It is impossible to understand the pain this one man brought to the world.
Or the sense of relief his capture must bring to the people who lived under his tyranny.
God heard and answered our prayers.
But, as is often the case, it was a miracle of our own resolve. Pray as if it all depends on God, work as if it all depends on you.
Our president did that. And our military and our spies and our people. The brave men and women who have liberated and held Iraq, who have bled and died and fought. Who have watched from home and waited. Who have worked in the many arms of government to advance the cause of right.
He is caught because we caught him.
Because we persisted and prevailed, and tolerated no obstacle and accepted no discouragement. It was the United States of America that reached into that hole and grabbed him by the neck. Every trooper to die from a roadside bomb or downed helicopter, the victims of snipers and battlefield accidents. Those men – the ones counted daily on the evening news – they caught him, they caught him by the neck.
And the Army goes marching along.
America goes marching along.
The saints go marching along.
Because while angels don’t have wings, they do sometimes have guns, and in the ancient home of Abraham men are again free to speak to God and worship him as they wish. As the fog of war is lifting, the light of truth is shining. And its great obstructer is now captured, inspected for fleas and bad teeth like dog that he is.
Saddam Hussein is caught, and millions can rejoice. The disciple of evil is chained, and only his fellow disciples mourn.
It’s only natural that they found him in a hole in the ground.
It put him that much closer to hell.
- by Bob Lonsberry © 2003
Wartime makes for strange bedfellows. Weren't we allied with the Soviets during WWII also ? Then, wasn't there the Cold War ? And then, didn't Ronnie bust them up and now aren't we friendlier with them again ?It seems that there was something going on between Iran and Irag at the time that pic was made. I think Saddam may have been the lesser of two evils? Just thinkin' out loud here.
His profile page?: Just your basic malcontent ...
Whoops ! Irag s/b Iraq ...
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