It can’t go on forever.
This book really pushes how little pity it is possible to have for a place. Ninevah was a place of extraordinary cruelty and greed, pride, refusal to live by any sort of moral code other than power enforced through violence for ones own benefit.
Woe to the city of blood,v 1
full of lies,
full of plunder,
never without victims!
The prophet’s poem vividly describes the day it falls, and the joy of the oppressed when it does, and the book ends.
If systems are unjust, designed to thrive on the oppression of others, greedy, corrupt… they will succeed. We see that practical reality around us all the time. But not forever. This book is a belief in justice, something for the oppressed to cling to.
I have a fairly bleak outlook at the moment, and I participated in a yarn about reconciliation – with Indigenous peoples – at work yesterday. I’ve been feeling stressed since, because I fear that a negativity about the prospects of reconciliation came out of me and threw a sadness over it. I may be exaggerating. But real progress just felt impossible.
But God’s nature is to be just. And loving. I need to remember that. Everyone’s brain goes through cycles of depression and panic, but objectively my problems are barely a hill of beans in this world.
I’ve been working on finishing my album about history books of the bible. It’s also getting me down reaching that place where its not going to get much better and its still not great enough, but such is my lot. There is a line in the song about the book of Ruth “love is at the centre of it all, this universe isn’t cold or bleak at all” (oh dear, I rhyme “all” with “all”? – didn’t notice til now! Oh well).
Anyway, the thought is one to hold onto. And the fall of Ninevah, and so many cruel systems since, testifies: the defiance of decency can’t go on forever. Be patient, be decent yourself!