Anybody Here Ever Read Dicken's "A Tale of Two Cities"?Submitted by SC Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ on Sun, 09/23/2012 - 01:29
I would highly suggest everyone read/watch A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens.
Many (or most) of the American peeps appear to have refused to go the way of Jesus/Gandhi/MLK/Ron Paul so guess what that means?....
Excerpt from the beginning of A Tale of Two Cities:
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all going direct the other way - in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only....
Here is the Wiki of the book.
Here is the beginning of a pretty good version of the movie on Youtube:
Tale of Two Cities Part 1 of 11
Here is the book I ordered for my kids on Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Tale-Cities-Dover-Thrift-Editions/dp/0...
One of my most favorite quotes ever is the very last paragraph/sentence of the book. You'll have to read it to find out what I mean.
I would never want to induce fear (the book is also a wonderful love story) but wanted to share some realism since history repeats (or rhymes),
so since the book may be an uncomfortable read, please keep these Scripture in mind - :
2 Timothy 1:7
For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.
1 John 4:18
There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear: because fear hath torment. He that feareth is not made perfect in love.
My best friend since high school died suddenly last Sunday (even though she had stage 4 lung cancer and supposedly had a year, roughly, to live), she died of a lung abscess hemorrhage. At her funeral, I stayed all the way through the internment (just me and my husband - everyone else split). I watched the pulleying down of her casket to a midway point, then was allowed to place a rose on her casket, the lidding of the vault, then watched the final pulleying down of the vault, the dirt piles being added until fully packed and the sod slab added for cover and finally, the flowers laid upon her grave. I saw my best friend all the way through to the very end.
Thursday night, after Wednesday's funeral, I had a horrible dream of confusion concerning her: the funeral procession was eating at a restaurant after the funeral, where I was rummaging through boxes of old photographs of my best friend's life (even photos of she and I at around age 11, when we hadn't even met yet) and wondering why the photos were being discarded, cast away with and no one cared. Ron Paul was at the restaurant (and he cared by golly). Part of the funeral "party", the whole funeral bunch, began laughing and mocking me and RP and for some reason I began begging a french woman in the funeral party "Qu'en est-il de la liberté et l'égalité?" (like that crazy commercial where the dude says how cool it is to speak French in your dreams....ha!) AND of all things, Ron Paul then leaving the restaurant (in a way we can only imagine Ron Paul "leaving angrily"), running down the street, fast as a mad wind, with an entire slab of top sod from a grave above his head. I was running after him and he fell on the sidewalk and I noticed he then all of a sudden had a black walking cane in his hand, so how he was running and holding something ridiculously huge, long and heavy over his head made no sense...but he then began reaching up toward me to help him up with his right hand but I could not lift him from under all the weight of the grave sod that landed square on him. At that point, I woke up with a start and burst out crying, sobbing, freaking out...I could not get "my Ron Paul" out from under the grave sod before awakening.
As many of you know I've been crying since January 21 for entirely different reasons. I'm trying to really chill now since God did not give me a spirit of fear, but of peace. It is very difficult as I sway back and forth between politics and evangelism, trying to decide how to handle my future "human interactions", considering this horrid, atrocious, unforgiving world and what we've all become - and trying desperately to not drag personal fear back into the picture, as I'm also terribly realistic and foresee some not so great times ahead.
Which brings me back to my original thoughts:
I ordered that old 80's version of A Tale of Two Cities (the one I linked to on Youtube) from Amazon and my husband and I started to watch it last night. I made it about 20 minutes in before I fell out from exhaustion. I just wanted to make sure that I let all y'all, especially the young folk, know that I implore you to PLEASE read that book. I think it will mean something to you and shed light on our possible/probable futures (and how it is true: The more things change, the more they stay the same).
Also I would be remiss to not implore you to please read The Bible and make your peace with God.
But to wrap this up, just keep in your heart, those last few words from A Tale of Two Cities, it is how I will always feel about our Ron Paul R3volution.