English is the new Latin

The English language is the Latin of the modern world, because it is one of the most spoken and recognised languages in the world. Everyone speaks English and those who don’t speak it wish to do so, so that they can join the international work force. This mass common language however never happened by accident however and there are a few interesting things I’d like to point out here which is why I am writing this article.
Latin-The language of Rome and the language of one of the first super-powers of the world (so to speak.) Every Nation that that came under the control of the Roman Empire spoke firstly the language of their people and secondly Latin, the language of their conquerors. Why did these people know how to speak Latin when they themselves were not Roman? Because Latin like English was the language of Government and education and in order to climb the social latter and better yourself one must speak Latin.
Because Latin was such a largely understood language of ancient times (along with Greek) and I can say quite confidently that many people who were brought under “Roman protection” probably has some if not fluent understanding of it.
I am even inclined to believe that our Lord while on earth spoke Latin fluently because it mentions in the Bible that Jesus “spoke” with Pilate. It doesn’t say “translated through” but “spoke” with his own mouth to a Roman whom I doubt had any knowledge of Hebrew.
Because of this vast linguistic knowledge, word can spread quite quickly…from village to village and from Nation to Nation. Latin unlike many other ancient languages also had a written script which enabled people to document historical events and transport them over a large amount of space. This perfect storm didn’t happen by accident.
In fact I believe it was created for a purpose…The purpose being that a common language within the world would allow the Gospel of Christ to spread through Jew and Gentile like wild-fire and it did spread very quickly and efficiently through the preaching of the Apostles and others like them. The common language at the time though-Latin is what allowed this to happen and it was for this very purpose Latin was such a common and wide-spread language.
The Empire it belonged to though-Rome was an evil and idolatrous nation. It’s perversion stretched from the Senate to the peasants on the street. Its greed, gluttony and sexual immorality I believe was close to resembling Sodom and Gomorrah…and that is the reason why it fell and was handed over to the Germanic tribes of the North, the Goths, Visigoths and others. I am sure that the day the world heard that their Tyrant was no more shouts of joy could be heard in the heavens…freedom had come again to the world, their enslaver has been enslaved by a Nation that was never conquered by them.
Latin now (although studied) is an extinct language. It fell into ruin and became no more along with the Empire from which it originally came. Only for another language to develop and become a dominant force within the world and that would be English. Whose very origins stem from the people who plummeted Rome. The Germanic tribes.
I doubt that many people give much thought to the history of this little linguistic tale but I find it quite interesting and wish to bring it to note.
The Celtic and Germanic people (which are one and the same) dominated North Western Europe for as long as time began (or should I say since Babel happened.) I won’t go into this evolution/monkey rubbish because that is all an invention of a truly lost and spiritually void man.
These Celtic/Germanic people even though divided by dialectal difference and Clans…they were genetically one people. These people although at war with one another quite often in the end united in order to fight Roman rule in their countries. The Celts (or Gauls) of modern day France were over-taken by Julius Caesar. What he wanted from that country is beyond me but I’m not discussing what motives he had for conquering Gaul…but merely acknowledging that he did. I read later on that Gauls even when under Roman authority were never trusted in Rome and that people considered them to be an “untamed nation”. Untamed meaning that they wanted their freedom.
The Germanic tribes although known to Rome and whom the Romans fought were a people largely untouched by Latin influence. I heard somewhere that the borders of Rome ended once they reached Germany and there literally was a road (all roads lead to Rome etc..e.tc..) that stopped and lead on into the never ending forests of German territory. Because of this European nations went on developing their cultures and languages without the influence of Roman culture and I can safely say that I am sure our Norse, Slav and far North Celtic ancestors never knew what a Roman was let alone fought them or spoke Latin.
These untouched people (so to speak) could not be converted to Christendom…through the Latin language and indeed they weren’t because Northern Europe were some of the last people of the Western world to be converted. The Vikings being pagan as late as the 10th century AD.
There clearly needed to be another common language that could be fluently understood by all people from every walk of life. This language would be English and even though in its infancy Old English would only have been understood and spoken by its speakers the Anglo-Saxons; It was to become the ancestor of English and the language of another super-power the British Empire whose borders (like Rome) spread across the world and whose language people strived to attain.
So here we have another vast, commonly spoken language with a written script in which the Gospel and truth of Jesus Christ can be spread. This cannot be ignored. The purposefulness of this. Latin was the language used to convert the ancient world as English will be the language used to convert the modern. Latin and Rome is dead…its influence is forgotten. English has taken over it the way the Germanic tribes took over Rome and it is through English that people will bring souls to God because it has become the Latin of the modern World and one of the most spoken languages of our time.
Written by Aubrae Bronach All rights reserved.

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Thoughts Before Death

I have never experienced what it must be like to die a quick death. I would imagine that one doesn’t have much time to ask for God’s pardon and certainly not enough time to correct their ways and live a righteous life. Because as we all know to die a quick death means you are here one minute and not here the next. Which is why we should always keep the Lord close to our hearts and repent our sins daily, so if there ever comes a time when our lives are snuffed out unexpectedly….we will be surely counted as those of the “righteous dead.”
As I have just mentioned above I have never experienced a quick death or ever had my life “flash before my eyes” at a moments notice…therefore I am unable to tell you what the final moments of a person in such a situation must be like. I can however tell you with much certainty what one thinks and feels when one is dying a slow death and I assure you there is nothing to be frightened of.
This experience happened on the night I went to the hospital (the second time around.) That morning before I decided I would go there was a day where I felt especially weak and yes I knew that if I did not seek any medical treatment that-that particular day was the last I’d live. If I had of allowed myself to sleep I am sure that I would merely just cease to breathe and perish during my dreams. Because of this awareness that death was close at hand, I made the decision to go with my Mother to the hospital. I will admit that it did occur to me that maybe I was beyond saving…maybe…all my systems were shutting down and no amount of medical treatment could save my life. Despite this thought I pressed on because I had to see for sure if I was meant to live or to die from this demon of an eating disorder. I suppose I gave my body a second chance? So I packed the little things that were precious to me and got in the car. I packed my things because I had no intention of coming home any time soon, for I assumed I would be either admitted to hospital or dead-or both!
The drive from Morrisburg to Cornwall was the longest and quietest drive I ever went on. It was if I was being driven to my execution…and that I only had an hour or so to think through my life, ponder my mistakes and come to the realisation that very soon I will not be here in soul nor body. Such thoughts leads one to repentance, always…always…there is no other option and I did just that asking pardon for all my follies. It’s a very sobering thought and I pity people who have never experienced it or have to reach a near death or dying state in order to come to this realisation because its much better to ask God for pardon when one is still well and can change their bad habits, its a shame that some people have to nearly die or actually die in order to come to this reality.
My eyes closed in fatigue…only to open again to set my sights on the Saint Lawrence river. Memories of how Callum and I would walk along there on summer days these last six years…it was then that I made up my mind that I had lead a good life and if dying tonight or tomorrow…from this disease was my destiny than I was prepared to do just that. No doubts, no hesitations…no fear.
The most false description of dying is that one fights death. You read in newspapers in the obituary of some poor sod that he “bravely fought” this or that disease or even more laughable “he fought to the end.” No you don’t. I can tell you right now that you certainly don’t. True, you may fight whatever is going to be the cause of your death…wither it be person or disease but you do not…I repeat DO NOT fight with death. That’s a down-right lie.
I assume that people who have never been close to dying are all to vulnerable to believe such lies and they are lies but you do not fight death. No. Not at all…quite the contrary…you begin to accept it and then finally you begin to embrace it because you see it as a final release…a means to an end of your suffering.
The process of a slow death gives you time to ruminate. You are one of those lucky ones I suppose that can sit there and examine yourself before you go and believe me when immersed in this self-examining you are your own worse critic. You question everything, you hate every action wither it be good or bad and wonder…what if…what would I do if I was given a bit more time? What would I do differently if I had known I would be in this state a few years ago? I had a book in my head the size of a small island. All my regrets, all my sorrows, all my sins that would be left unsaid in this world and known only to God. You seek God during this process of dying…I believe that people who have never looked for God in their lives look for Him during these final moments, wither it be days or hours…because you realise you need forgiveness and He who knows every hair on your head (Luke 12:7) therefore He needs not your explanation…He only wants your faith in Him so that when He comes you can be with Him in heaven.
The realisation strikes you vividly (I suppose as vividly as when a baby comes into this world a new soul) that you are in the process of leaving this life and are returning to what man was first made of…dust…the soil of the earth…to nothingness. During this awakening you leave behind all petty pretentiousness, you abandon all material objects…they are nothing to you now. Pride is transformed to humility, all harsh feelings are changed to kindness, all hatred to love. You forgive all who ever wronged you because you see now how much hatred has corrupted you…you look to heaven and know that your pleas have been heard and that you are forgiven…every evil that has hid in your soul has been exposed and brought to shame. Shame firstly because you wish you never did those things, those past mistakes in your life and secondly because you’re sorry that there is not enough time to correct them.
You have in your final hour been made anew. Your soul cleansed, your faults pardoned above…you hold no malice, no prejudice, no judgement towards anyone because the truth and the glory of God and all its mercy and goodness has been made known to you. It’s all clear now and you rejoice over this illumination of the soul. You are at peace! Perfect peace…a peace I cannot explain…it’s beyond explanation. The soul weeps however…it is sorry that it’s time is up and that it cannot continue in this world as a new creation. It cannot live longer so that it can live according to what is righteous and good. The grief one feels when they realise that throughout their entire healthy life they were to ignorant and to blind to see the truth of the loving-kindness of Christ and only now in death do they see it and now it is too late (even though forgiven if they asked and truly are sincere) to live with tenderness and care.
By this time…as all these thoughts flooded my mind…I was at the hospital connected to an IV pole and I remember being afraid to go asleep because I thought that maybe if I did I would die. It didn’t bother me though, that thought of dying because I was sure of the end and that because of Christ I would live again at the last day and maybe through His grace be among those righteous dead. I wanted to live though. After this realisation I wanted to live and put everything I felt into practice and be this new creation, with a new heart and soul. I went to sleep that night and I said to God…”If I awake…will it mean I’ll live?” A few hours later I awoke…I guess that was His answer.
written by Aubrae Bronach…all rights reserved

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Letter To A Bully

That’s alright I forgive you!
You’re still youthful and in your ignorance find it amusing to mock someone of whom you do not know. That is what comes with youth however, as it is all too common to be filled with pride, arrogance and utmost disrespect of other people.
I debate to myself if one can truly make it into adulthood without going through that awkward time of life when one feels they have have attained all the wisdom of the world has to offer. True, that one must falter into foolishness in order to realise they were wrong and hopefully whatever folly they engage in when young and arrogant will harm NO one nor takes an innocent life (as it sometimes does.) Because such grave errors can never be corrected and it will torment the person for as long as they live.
When something of this nature happens and you find yourself in the prime of your life at the childlike age of seventeen or so on…One can be entirely certain that life on this earth will go just a bit slower than the lives of those who carry no guilt. Because my friend, living with remorse and regret weighs upon your heart heavier than any stone, minutes tick by as if hours and days go on as if years. You can mark my words friend, because it will happen if you continue with this thoughtless foolishness.
Such foolishness-it all leads to grief in oneself aswell as others. Every action and every word spoken in hast and heated excitement will usually if not always be at the cost of another and will always be the ruin of yourself. That is why one must be decent in actions and speech because in tenderness and decency nothing can be brought to evil, but in mockery and insulting jests…what is there to gain from them? I ask you. What is there to gain from mockery? What is there to there to gain from being cruel to another human being in whom Christ has died for just as much as He has you? Nothing. There is nothing to gain, only the sorrow and tears you have inflicted on another. By this you have offended an innocent person and tarnished your own character by engaging in this unsympathetic, uncouth action.
No. Nothing good can come of mockery, especially when it is aimed at a singular, innocent person. Do you not see it? The tears he has shed behind closed doors that you have caused? Do you not hear it? The demeaning comments he thrusts upon himself because he has become convinced of your lies about him? You are the cause of this soul to lose faith in himself and his God given talents…You are the cause why he has ceased trying, to be a good student, son and person. You are to blame for these things he feels…and if he ends his life during a moment of weakness unable to bear anymore of your harsh and cruel comments, who do you think is responsible? You are! For you were the source of his sadness, the belittling voice on his shoulder…the cause of his dwindling self-esteem.
You have knocked him to his knees and shamed him, humiliated him beyond measure…and in his desperation and tears, feeling unable to escape your wrath he snuffs out his life like a light from this world never to be seen again. Tell me. Do you really find that you are not to blame for this life lost?
You may not feel guilty now. People like you seldom do. Once you become older however and understand the gravity of your youthful, ignorant actions and the tragic result it has had, you will seek the Lord. Those looking for the relief of their conscience seek him and you will pray and you find mercy and pardon from him. The Lord can and will forgive if ones heart is true, but I find it’s harder to forgive oneself. No. You will never forgive yourself. Believe me when one becomes aware of their own sins you can never forgive yourself, and in the darkness of the night you will sit alone and weep over every hurtful word you uttered.
You’re smiling. Are you mocking me now? That sarcastic smirk strung upon your lips tells me that you are. What is that I hear? You’re laughing at me aren’t you? I suppose that is fair at your age, I must seem like a deranged old woman, a raving judgemental lunatic who is ranting nonsense to spoil your fun. The only sadness of this is…it is not to spoil your fun but rather to protect you from a life-time of guilt and penance, trying to make amends for foolishness you could have prevented.
You cannot see it now because you are still in that youthful arrogance but mark my words…just because you do not heed them now does not make them any less truthful.
Has it ever occurred to you that maybe someone twenty-thirty-forty years your senior might have lived exactly what you are living now and out of love wish to spare you from it? We warn you now so that you may be spared the agony of wanting to change the past. For such shame and guilt of ones doings can be prevented if only you let go of that arrogance of yours and listen to those whose way-ward lives have lead to ruin. If you listen now when there is still time, you maybe can make it into a full adult without a cloud of remorse hanging over your head.
Do you not think that if I had-had the chance to spare myself from this continuous grieving that I would have done so? Of course-in an instant!
Don’t cry now. You’re crying. Maybe crying is good. Oh go on then and let it out…! Are you beginning to see my meaning? Oh sweet child…you have already begun to regret things you’ve done. Maybe this is good because from now on you will tread carefully and try not to make any more hurtful mistakes with your deeds or words. There-there don’t cry now. The Lord still loves you…pray now and ask for pardon. There-there wipe your tears now. It’s over. That age of arrogance is over…no more mistakes, no more mockery. See now you’re smiling. It’s alright now-it’s alright, calm yourself and carry on with your young life but only in kindness, tenderness, respectfulness and humbleness for with these things nothing can go wrong.
Written by Aubrae Bronach….All Rights Reserved

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Jamie’s Girl

Aye! I’m Jamie’s girl! To him I wish the world.

My thought’s at day are of him, my prayers are for his care!

It twas that day in April when my mind was in a whirl,

I met a man so lovely it sent my world into a twirl!

Both of us so tortured by our demons so possessed.

We could only tell each other-we were the calm to our unrest.

Ah! I’m Jamie’s girl! To him I wish the world.

My thought’s at day are of him, my prayers are for his care!

Song’s of love and laughter filled my teenage mind as Jamie’s jokes

so jolly-dried the tear drops from my eyes.

I never would have drempt it, that this world it made for me

a man so full of passion that fit me perfectly.

Ah! I’m Jamie’s girl! To him I wish the world.

My thoughts at day are of him, my prayers are for his care!

Alas! I love this laddie…he is mine to keep but tears I shed

in worry that to him I’ll never reach.

For an ocean it divides us and our troubles still so strong,

the day when we see eye to eye tis’ true may never come.

This man I love so deeply, in dreams that I adore,

shall never be with nor near me, to keep me safe or warm.

And I do fear my arms will be empty all my life, for after meeting him,

I’ll greet nae…my soul shall never touch nae-one ever again!

Aye! I’m Jamie’s girl! To him I wish the world.

My thoughts at day are of him, my prayers are for his care!

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Last Night’s Dinner

Last night I had my dinner;
It was afraid of me…as I cut into my steak it ran red blood-LIKE ME!!!
And while I ate I heard it’s cries, I felt it’s sorrow and pain and guilt, regret and
bitter remorse slowly filled my veins.
How was his last moments, was it a girl or boy, when was he born, did his Mother scorn
like our Mother’s do us? Did he feel happy, did he cry and did he laugh…was it his Mother’s name he called
when the Butchers blade did slash?
 
How is it ever justified to bring into this world a life, knowing that before he’s born, he’ll suffer, moan and die?
How can we live with ourselves when throughout the day we devour the carcases of someone’s body away?
It is their blood we split, and upon our hand’s it stains. Eating meat is madness now in the modern age!
 
As I finished dinner, I went home to pray asking God’s forgiveness for the life I ate away!
The Master never intended His creations to be meat, to be enjoyed on someone’s plate, to be called
juicy, delicious or sweet! Never again shall I indulge on someone who once breathed, who once was just as loved by God as God loves me.
Last night I had my dinner;
It was afraid of me…as I cut into my steak it ran red blood-LIKE ME!!!

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These Eyes

When I look into my eyes…I see the tears of millions cry;

the poor, the hungry, the misunderstood, the banished, the brave,

the lost souls who died during the famine, the clearances, the killings,

all of their pain is still in my suffering.

Do we really get over the evils of the past? Does the damage done to our forefathers within our fibers last? Why do I feel so deeply for a land I’ve never been? Why do I weep when I hear the pipes sing a mournful tune to me?

Does somewhere in my soul recall the pain of starvation and lost when the coffin ships came? Does somewhere in this young heart of mine remember the murders, rapes and misdeeds done to those so long ago? Does somewhere in my memory does revenge and hatred grow-for those whom I’ve never known.

When I look into my eyes…I see the tears of millions cry.

the poor, the hungry, the misunderstood, the banished, the brave,

the lost souls who died during the famine, the clearances, the killings,

all of their pain is still in my suffering…because what is left of those millions

are these eyes of mine!

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Only For Tonight

It is only for tonight my dear wipe away your tears. 
Your pain is done, your battles won-don’t repeat your fears.
Darling girl you’ve cried so much throughout the night you’ve shed 
and in the day your pain does stay and your guts how have they bled.
Those vile thoughts of grand temptation of tasty treats and sweet delights,
but alas! Those few nibbles and shallow bites will make you wish you dead. 
Too many nights you’ve spent in terror thinking about the demons, while waiting for the hell that comes and feeling so forsaken. 
 
Tonight I know you’ve fallen but its only for tonight my dear,
wipe away your tears for a lesson is taught with each mistake and
a LESSON is LEARNED TONIGHT my dear!

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