The modern United States is rather different than medieval England. Our struggle isn’t between a king who wants complete control and a church that is fighting for independent rule over its own sphere. Of course, there isn’t any need for me to talk about what our struggles are, since they have been run over and over again on television for the past several months. I don’t spend much time thinking about politics, personally; I figure that if I research before I vote, then I’ve done more than average. In any case, I won’t be excited about the outcome of the election. But I probably will be quoting T.S. Eliot’s Murder in the Cathedral (again).
…We wait, we wait,
And the saints and martyrs wait, for those who shall be martyrs and
Destiny waits in the hand of God, shaping the still unshapen:
I have seen these things in a shaft of sunlight.
Destiny waits in the hand of God, not in the hands of statesmen
Who do, some well, some ill, planning and guessing,
Having their aims which turn in their hands in the pattern of time.
“Destiny waits in the hand of God, not in the hands of statesmen.” That’s a promise to hold on to.