(Jer. 17: 5)
“Thus the Lord saith: Cursed is the one who trusts in man, who draws strength from mere flesh and whose heart turns away from the Lord.” And still the Lord says: “Put no trust in princes, in children of Adam powerless to save.” (Ps. 146, 3)
Thus the Lord has said to his people when they on all sides straitened were and in the deep dungeon thrown. And the prophets of his people have retorted to the Lord from deep impasse dungeons: “But now you have rejected and humbled us; you no longer go out with our armies. You gave us up to be devoured like sheep and have scattered us among the nations. You sold your people for a pittance, gaining nothing from their sale. You have made us a reproach to our neighbours, the scorn and derision of those around us. You have made us a byword among the nations; the peoples shake their heads at us. “(Ps. 44)
This, what we have heard, was spoken in the ancient and distant days. And we these screams and moans of straitened nations perceive as our own, like they broke from our aggrieved soul. And those are our screams. Because we are also straitened and in the deep dungeon thrown nations. Around us, from near to far, bark and roar, want to tear us apart, exterminate and wipe from the face of the Earth. And as our poet says, comparing us with the suffering of our Lord:
“And they have gave up from Serb until third roosters
Which together with him through the Arc de Triomphe had gone,
And he lose all rights, except on death deed
like a beast in the season of free hunting on Serbs,
Yeah, everyone can eradicate the Serbs Eli, Eli, Lama sabachthani?”
We have become the scum of the earth, the garbage of the world (1 Cor 4, 13) Everyone, from the first powerful man to the last rogues in the world, can spit at Serb; to pour out their black torment of souls on us, to get us dirty with their disgusting lie, insult and humiliate us and even do not give a bill for that.
We are disenfranchised. Even when they from the bananas tree fall, they have somewhere someone to defend them; the Tuti and Tuci and who knows them all, disperse their messengers to the world, so that they can tickle a sleepy imagination of Western man with their speculations and tribal disputes. We do not have anyone. Our voice and our truth no one wants to hear anyway. Our truth has a weak entrance on the flea and worlds markets. For their ordered truth about us, in the camps of our enemies they send journalistic mercenaries.
The evil that can not be worse. Because of that so many were wavered and gave up; many languished and fell. And those which are not, those are in spasm, grieved and depressed. We are going to sleep at night, after the latter news, we close our tired eyes, and in the morning, we wake up tired, with the same concerns, with whom we went to bed. And before we wash out our eyes and face and a put a cross on ourselves, we run with our damn boxes and “rattletraps” and chase after worldly news, so we can somehow and sometimes peck same thin little grain of truth and mild hope. And then we can retelling and exaggerate them. These, so and so, outward and homeward, he said this and that; like he stood up for us, he protected us. Then we delude ourselves that we are powerful, that we have the wonders of technology so we can resist the world, with deadly missiles the end of the universe reach. And later, when dizziness passes us, we see in which misery we have been found ourselves, that we are scattered people, and those which remained in misery have been found. Those who come from there, black news bring us: there is no bread, and starving people are killing themselves. I can not mention our sorrows too, they are innumerable.
So when someone somewhere who frightens his attackers with rotten weeds, and when, therefore, that same says that we should beat our enemies with missiles, in desperation we want to believe that he wants and can do that. Then, for us miserable, somehow become easier.
And the God, mighty and strong, which is from nothing, this, now burdened by sin, planet formed for us, and who to nothing converts can it easy, the God, the Creator, from His heavenly throne tells us: ” Put no trust in princes, in children of Adam powerless to save. “(Ps. 146: 3) “Apart from me you can do nothing.” (Jn. 15: 5) In vain your empty hopes in the power of men, it is all dust and ashes below me.
When this accident before us have been happened to the people of God , when they have been witnesses to the nations, when they were ashamed and ridiculed and reproached by their neighbours, when their enemies have been ate them like sheep, and when they have been scattered and other disasters borne, when therefore, they in front of the Lord have counted all their troubles, nevertheless they said to Him: “All this came upon us, though we had not forgotten you; we had not been false to your covenant. Our hearts had not turned back; our feet had not strayed from your path. (Ps. 44, 17 – 18) Then they cried to the Lord: “Rise up and help us; rescue us because of your unfailing love!” (Ps 44, 26)
And for us, my brothers and sisters, it should be clear that there is no other than to turn ourselves to our Lord God. And to tell him: We will hold out, O Lord, the anger of you, because we have sinned, (Mic. 7: 7), but we will not deviate from you. You will find us, O Lord; you will relieve us and from all our traps from enemies preserve us. We waited patiently for you Lord; turn to us and hear our cry. (Ps. 40: 1) Yes, they are strong, but You are my strength, I watch for you; you, God, are my fortress. (Ps. 59: 9) We know about your promise, Lord, that “Blessed is the one who trusts in the Lord, who does not look to the proud, to those who turn aside to false gods.” (Ps. 40, 4)
We believe, Lord, that you uphold all who fall. (Ps. 145: 14) and lifts up all who are bowed down. (Ps. 146: 8) We pray to you, accept and protect us. “Why do the nations say, “Where is their God?” (Ps. 115: 2). “Arise, Lord! Deliver me, my God! Strike all my enemies on the jaw; break the teeth of the wicked. (Psalm 3: 7)
“Rise up and help us; rescue us because of your unfailing love!” (Ps. 44, 26)