If today the plague is in your midst, that is because the hour has struck for taking thought. The just man need have no fear, but the evildoer has good cause to tremble. For plague is the flail of God and the world His threshing floor, and implacably He will threst out His harvest until the wheat is separated from the chaff. There will be more chaff than wheat, few chosen of the many called. Yet this calamity was not willed by God. Too long this world of ours has connived at evil, too long has it counted on the divine mercy, on God’s forgiveness. Repentance was enough, men thought; nothing was forbidden. Everyone felt comfortable assured; when the day came, he would surely turn from his sins and repent. Pending that day, the easiest course was to surrender all along the line; divine compassion would do the rest. For a long while God gazed down on this town with eyes of compassion; but He grew weary of waiting, His eternal hope was too long deferred, and now He has turned His face away form us. And so, God’s light withdrawn, we walk in darkness, in the thick darkness of this plague.
My brothers, that fatal hunt is up, and harrying our streets today. See him there, that angel of the pestilence, comely as Lucifer, shining like Evil’s very self! He is hovering above your roofs with his great spear in his right hand, poised to strike, while his left hand is stretched toward one or other of your houses. Maybe at this very moment his finger is pointing to your door, the red spear crashing on its panels, and even now the plague is entering your home and settling down in your bedroom to await your return. Patient and watchful, ineluctable as the order of the scheme of things, it bides its time. No earthly power, nay, not even — mark me well — the vaulted might of human science can avail you to avert that hand once it is stretched toward you. Ad winnowed like corn on the blood-stained threshing-fool of suffering, you will be cast away with the chaff.
Wow, sounds like maybe God has had enough of Donald Trump mocking him.
As if that wasn’t weird enough, on this day in 1972, in the St. Peter’s Basilica where worshipers and tourist came to see Michelangelo’s “Pieta,” a man jumps in and yells, “I am Jesus Christ,” and commences to hammer the masterpiece. The blows chipped off the nose of the Madonna, as well as, gouged out her left eyelid.
What if it was Jesus?…
Mad Man With Hammer…
In ancient Rome, Agnoalia was held annually on this date to honor the god Vediovis (or Vedius), who was Jupiter’s counterpart in the underworld. Vediovis was also a deity of swamps and volcanic activity. At the Festival of Vediovis, a she-goat was sacrificed in an attempt to placate the eruptive forces of nature and the underworld.