Skip to comments.Clash of civilizations: Battle of Lepanto revisited
Posted on 10/07/2006 5:14:48 AM PDT by toon shine
Today, Christians quietly recall the anniversary of the Battle of Lepanto, Oct. 7, 1571. On that date the forces of Islam battled the Holy League in a crucial engagement at Lepanto, the modern day Gulf of Corinth. The date assumes larger significance in light of recent struggles between the West and Islamic jihad.
Interesting article on an aspect of the Crusades and the role of the Catholic church in it.
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Bump for later.
Bump for later reading!
It could be argued that part of the success of Islam's spread centuries ago was due to the split between the Eastern & Western churches ("divided we fall" so to speak). This article posits that the idea of a "Europe" was in response to the threat from Islam (i.e., join forces to fight back).
The question is, will today's fractured politics lead to Islam's further success?
We need to pray to God to give us a similar victory over the Islamofascists and the left wing slimy domestic traitors in this country. I like the result of Lepanto a total rout.
It worked for Normandy when God sent the fog to cover our troops movements. We need to remember this.
White founts falling in the courts of the sun,
And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run;
There is laughter like the fountains in that face of all men feared,
It stirs the forest darkness, the darkness of his beard,
It curls the blood-red crescent, the crescent of his lips,
For the inmost sea of all the earth is shaken with his ships.
They have dared the white republics up the capes of Italy,
They have dashed the Adriatic round the Lion of the Sea,
And the Pope has cast his arms abroad for agony and loss,
And called the kings of Christendom for swords about the Cross,
The cold queen of England is looking in the glass;
The shadow of the Valois is yawning at the Mass;
From evening isles fantastical rings faint the Spanish gun,
And the Lord upon the Golden Horn is laughing in the sun.
Dim drums throbbing, in the hills half heard,
Where only on a nameless throne a crownless prince has stirred,
Where, risen from a doubtful seat and half-attainted stall,
The last knight of Europe takes weapons from the wall,
The last and lingering troubadour to whom the bird has sung,
That once went singing southward when all the world was young.
In that enormous silence, tiny and unafraid,
Comes up along a winding road the noise of the Crusade.
Strong gongs groaning as the guns boom far,
Don John of Austria is going to the war,
Stiff flags straining in the night-blasts cold
In the gloom black-purple, in the glint old-gold,
Torchlight crimson on the copper kettle-drums,
Then the tuckets, then the trumpets, then the cannon, and he comes.
Don John laughing in the brave beard curled,
Spurning of his stirrups like the thrones of all the world,
Holding his head up for a flag of all the free.
Love-light of Spain - hurrah!
Death-light of Africa!
Don John of Austria
Is riding to the sea.
Mahound is in his paradise above the evening star,
(Don John of Austria is going to the war.)
He moves a mighty turban on the timeless houri's knees,
His turban that is woven of the sunset and the seas.
He shakes the peacock gardens as he rises from his ease,
And he strides among the tree-tops and is taller than the trees,
And his voice through all the garden is a thunder sent to bring
Black Azrael and Ariel and Ammon on the wing.
Giants and the Genii,
Multiplex of wing and eye,
Whose strong obedience broke the sky
When Solomon was king.
They rush in red and purple from the red clouds of the morn,
From temples where the yellow gods shut up their eyes in scorn;
They rise in green robes roaring from the green hells of the sea
Where fallen skies and evil hues and eyeless creatures be;
On them the sea-valves cluster and the grey sea-forests curl,
Splashed with a splendid sickness, the sickness of the pearl;
They swell in sapphire smoke out of the blue cracks of the ground, -
They gather and they wonder and give worship to Mahound.
And he saith, "Break up the mountains where the hermit-folk may hide,
And sift the red and silver sands lest bone of saint abide,
And chase the Giaours flying night and day, not giving rest,
For that which was our trouble comes again out of the west.
We have set the seal of Solomon on all things under sun,
Of knowledge and of sorrow and endurance of things done,
But a noise is in the mountains, in the mountains, and I know
The voice that shook our palaces - four hundred years ago:
It is he that saith not 'Kismet'; it is he that knows not Fate;
It is Richard, it is Raymond, it is Godfrey in the gate!
It is he whose loss is laughter when he counts the wager worth,
Put down your feet upon him, that our peace be on the earth."
For he heard drums groaning and he heard guns jar,
(Don John of Austria is going to the war.)
Sudden and still - hurrah!
Bolt from Iberia!
Don John of Austria
Is gone by Alcalar.
St. Michael's on his Mountain in the sea-roads of the north
(Don John of Austria is girt and going forth.)
Where the grey seas glitter and the sharp tides shift
And the sea-folk labour and the red sails lift.
He shakes his lance of iron and he claps his wings of stone;
The noise is gone through Normandy; the noise is gone alone;
The North is full of tangled things and texts and aching eyes
And dead is all the innocence of anger and surprise,
And Christian killeth Christian in a narrow dusty room,
And Christian dreadeth Christ that bath a newer face of doom,
And Christian hateth Mary that God kissed in Galilee,
But Don John of Austria is riding to the sea.
Don John calling through the blast and the eclipse
Crying with the trumpet, with the trumpet of his lips,
Trumpet that sayeth ha!
Don John of Austria
Is shouting to the ships.
King Philip's in his closet with the Fleece about his neck
(Don John of Austria is armed upon the deck.)
The walls are hung with velvet that is black and soft as sin,
And little dwarfs creep out of it and little dwarfs creep in.
He holds a crystal phial that has colours like the moon,
He touches, and it tingles, and he trembles very soon,
And his face is as a fungus of a leprous white and grey
Like plants in the high houses that are shuttered from the day,
And death is in the phial and the end of noble work,
But Don John of Austria has fired upon the Turk.
Don John's hunting, and his hounds have bayed -
Booms away past Italy the rumour of his raid.
Gun upon gun, ha! ha!
Gun upon gun, hurrah!
Don John of Austria
Has loosed the cannonade.
The Pope was in his chapel before day or battle broke,
(Don John of Austria is hidden in the smoke.)
The hidden room in a man's house where God sits all the year,
The secret window whence the world looks small and very dear.
He sees as in a mirror on the monstrous twilight sea
The crescent of his cruel ships whose name is mystery;
They fling great shadows foe-wards, making Cross and Castle dark,
They veil the plumed lions on the galleys of St. Mark;
And above the ships are palaces of brown, black-bearded chiefs,
And below the ships are prisons, where with multitudinous griefs,
Christian captives sick and sunless, all a labouring race repines
Like a race in sunken cities, like a nation in the mines.
They are lost like slaves that swat, and in the skies of morning hung
The stairways of the tallest gods when tyranny was young.
They are countless, voiceless, hopeless as those fallen or fleeing on
Before the high Kings' horses in the granite of Babylon.
And many a one grows witless in his quiet room in hell
Where a yellow face looks inward through the lattice of his cell,
And he finds his God forgotten, and he seeks no more a sign -
(But Don John of Austria has burst the battle-line!)
Don John pounding from the slaughter-painted poop,
Purpling all the ocean like a bloody pirate's sloop,
Scarlet running over on the silvers and the golds,
Breaking of the hatches up and bursting of the holds,
Thronging of the thousands up that labour under sea
White for bliss and blind for sun and stunned for liberty.
Don John of Austria
Has set his people free!
Cervantes on his galley sets the sword back in the sheath
(Don John of Austria rides homeward with a wreath.)
And he sees across a weary land a straggling road in Spain,
Up which a lean and foolish knight forever rides in vain,
And he smiles, but not as Sultans smile, and settles back the blade. . .
(But Don John of Austria rides home from the Crusade.)
- G.K. Chesterton
If anyone doubts that the hate-America crowd has dominated education for a LONG time, hear this: I'm 58. I was in elementary and middle school until 1961. I was told that the Crusades were all about ignorant, superstitious, brutal, and inept Europeans forcing their barbarism and Christianity down the throats of the exotic and mysteriously attractive Muslims. Eisenhower was president, just to set all this in history, but the pinkos had already educated a crop of educators, who were busy teaching us to be embarrassed by our country and religion.
Not any more.
I am being lead by the Holy Spirit more than two weeks ago to fast and pray three days before the election. I read more about Lepanto and thats what I see what the Christians did for three days prior to the battle. Be prepared to do this and pass this on to your friends.
It also worked during the Battle of the Bulge when Patton had prayer to remove the overcast to help relieve the city of Bastogne and the 101st Airborne surrounded by the Germans. This happened and the US warplanes were able to pound the Nazis from the sky. They were put to rout and the it was a decisive blow to the Germans. They never mounted another offensive again. My uncle's brother and mother's cousin fought there.
Of course the Queen of England sent no aid. Both the Pope and the King of Spain had demanded her death in plain language.
Ping for later read.
"Today, Christians quietly recall the anniversary of the Battle of Lepanto"
Heh. Quietly as in "they never heard of it." How many church services will commemorate Lepanto I wonder? Anything that smacks of 'history' is dead in its tracks.
Folks, Darth is right: we are involved in spiritual warfare here, and while we all need to distribute lit and make phone calls, we also ALL need to pray in faith that we teach these SOBs a lesson on election day. Personally, I'm praying for GAINS in both houses.
And it worked at Midway when, contrary to the movie, the scout plane DID get off on time, and flew RIGHT OVER the U.S. fleet, and mysteriously failed to see it!!
The English reformation had just ended, and naturally the English Monarchy was far more worried about persecuting Catholic clergy and stealing Church lands than helping them battle Muslims.
Any day the Muzz are defeated and repulsed is a good day in history. They should be beaten back until the only Muzz on earth live in the wasteland deserts of Arabia which spawned the cult
Am prayerfully pondering joining you.
A worthwhile event, for sure.
I join you in agreeing in said prayers.
AMEN! AMEN! AMEN! AMEN! AMEN! AMEN! AMEN!
Good, Biblical strategies, imho.
Battle of Lepanto, Christian Victory Over Muslim Forces, Oct 7, 1571
The clouds hang thick o'er Israel's camp
As dawns the battle day;
Arise, bright Star of Dominic
And chase the gloom away;
And where the foemen fiercest press,
Thy glory may we see:
Shine o'er the banners of thy sons
And lead to victory!
The weapon which our Father gave
Each hand shall fearless wield;
Who bear our Lady's Rosary
Need neither sword nor shield:
With dauntless faith the ranks they face
Of error and of sin,
And, armed with those blest beads alone,
The victory they win.
See o'er Lepanto's waters spread
The Moslems' dark array!
A voice to Christendom went forth
And gave the word to pray:
Jesus! Mary! Names of strength
Invoked and not in vain:
They conquered in our hour of need,
And conquer shall again!
As Pius* then to Europe spake
So Leo** speaks once more:
The Rosary our weapon still
To wield in Holy War:
Ave Maria! from each tongue
Shall rise the pleading word;
Oh! doubt not that the prayer of faith
Will now, as then, be heard.
* Pope St Pius V
** Pope Leo XIII
I have an uncle who fought in the Battle of the Bulge. He said they were terrified and none of them thought they'd make it out alive.
I've been praying that the Lord would confuse the terrorists; that He would misdirect their communications (so that we would intercept it) and that any devices they have to harm anyone would harm only them. They would either go off prematurely or not at all, and kill only those who intend harm and would die anyway. I need to be more consistent in that however, to my shame.
Good job! I,too, have been confessing that the Lord has "already delivered into our hands" Zawahiri, OBL, and Omar. (I had been confessing Zarqawi, but that has already come to pass).
Thanks for the ping, Metmom. I apologize for my lack of replies. Have been out of town for the last 10 days and have only irregular acccess to a computer.
Will catch up my pings as soon as I return home this weekend.
I usually figure someone is busy if they don't get back to me. All I ever hope is that no one has met any misfortune. There was a FReeper sometime back who had been attacked by a student and was out for two years. Unfortunately, if something happens to someone, the anonymity of FR makes it impossible to track them down. Glad you're OK.
I watched *Flight 93* on the History Channel this weekend. It has only solidified my feelings about islam. What a powerful movie.