by William S. Stoertz

Moscow, Russia

Love and tears... Really we have to be grateful and sorry to those who are becoming victims, sacrifices, of this war. The situation, the war, frankly, is unavoidable at this point. There is a certain price of indemnity to be paid, and that is what is happening now. There are awful sacrifices. When I close my eyes, when I walk down the street, even in the middle of people laughing and talking, I hear continuous wailing. The price is being paid for the kingdom of heaven, which is coming soon, starting from the year 2000. It is an awful price to be paid. But for something very wonderful. "Would that they knew the things that make for peace." "I would have taught them the ways of peace" Jesus said. They are Christians, and the others are Christians too, but they are fighting to save Moslems. It is because we have been Christians in name but not in deed, not in heart. If we were Christians, we would have loved our Moslem brothers from the beginning, long ago. Whites and blacks should naturally love and take delight in each other, being bosom friends. Other races, nationalities, and ethnic groups too. America has shown that it is very much possible. When I walked out on the street today, to the International Post Office, to pick up Ann's package (which came five months late!), and all the green leaves are unfolding by some universal inscrutable magic, a wonderful feeling came to me, as if love was filling the world. I looked at all the people, each person, women and men, young girls and old babushkas alike, and I felt so much love and beauty. "Each person is so lovely. We should love all people." Recently they are finding planets on neighboring stars (44 light years away, for example). They just found an entire solar system circling Upsilon Andromeda. But if you launched a spacecraft to there with the best technology we know, it would take ten thousand years (300 generations) to get there. Actually, this earth is so wonderful. One person, however ugly, however naughty, is so precious, rare and beautiful. Why go off into the black night towards an empty, inhospitable desert? But, of course, they will...! So we should love each other. I saw the Kosovans leaving in flocks on TV. They faces were lifted up. They looked like completely regular people -- some blonde, some dark-complexioned, some pretty young folks, and withered grandparents, a lot of children, some looked like rowdies... I thought of the Exodus. They knew not where they were headed. They had nothing. No home. Only the clothes they wore. Perhaps a pair of earrings. Sometimes a teeshirt with some western outfit. They looked for the most part completely modern and regular people. But in the Exodus, they were in the same situation. They were headed toward the Promised Land (they knew not where). I guess that was a humanitarian catastrophe too. But God has a way of taking care of his own...

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