Tortures have become my daily bread

One must wonder about the labyrinthine incoherence travelled by despots and dictators. As Carl Jung put it, they were those who were tortured themselves. Trapped in their own cul de sacs of futility, they sow seeds of their own destruction.

In this bizarre Lenten journey to the shadow of the Cross of Good Friday and the light of Resurrection Sunday, here is an excerpt from an impassioned post on the Passion of Ukraine, written by Lubomyr Luciuk:

Ukraine’s tortures have become, as it were, my daily bread. I eat its distress, yet gag as I do, symbolically consuming the flesh and blood of the many now being murdered by Russia’s legions. The land of my predecessors has again become a Golgotha, a place of skulls… It is happening as we approach the most sacred day in any Christian’s calendar, Easter, marking the triumphant resurrection from the dead of Jesus, the Christ.

What is happening as I write is only a prelude to the coming Passion of Ukraine, an outrage that will soon occur. As we stand by, an entire country will be scourged. Even before that we shall mark a kind of Lent for Ukraine, indeed those 40 days are already upon us. Set aside in the liturgical calendar this is a period that allows Christians the world over to reflect on what Jesus endured after he went into the desert, alone, there to pray and fast, and where he was tempted sorely by Satan. Ukrainians are in that same wasteland now, being put to the test. The fate of Europe may well depend on how they respond.

Soon Putin will offer a kind of communion to those he is sacrificing, ironically in the very breadbasket of Europe. All they must do is eat of his bread, acquiesce to his corrupted vision about how Ukraine never existed, and never will, and accept an erasing from memory of the past three decades of independence, as if that time was nothing more than a delusional mirage, best forgotten. Should the Ukrainians break bread with Putin, should they accept this first temptation, their nation will return to the Russky Mir, absorbed into the oblivion of his imperium.

Someday, surely, a time for atonement will come. Those Russians who today succour Putin have the blood of Ukraine’s innocents on their hands, and that gore will rain down upon the heads of their children and children’s children, a baptism staining them for all time, branding them with the mark of Cain. This is how they will be recognized on the day when an even-greater enemy arrives to vanquish Muscovy. Too late, they will remember, as they wail and lament, that the seeds of those future wars, of their destruction, were planted in our time because of their slavish obedience to Putin, even as the very soil of Ukraine was fertilized with the flesh of her many martyrs. When they should have staged a real Russian Revolution they stood by.

As for those Ukrainians who survive, or somehow escape this war, their memories will forever be infused with a bitterness that can never be extirpated. These grapes of wrath will sooner or later be harvested, then pressed. Over the passage of time that juice will become a nectar of aging vengeance, a wine that can never slacken or satiate their profound thirst for retribution, yet an elixir that will sustain a cause borne forward, tainting even those as yet unborn.

Ukrainians never were Russians, are not Russians now, and certainly never will be after having suffered the devastation and dismemberments of the days of Ukraine’s Passion. The only “good tidings” on offer, a balm for those who somehow endure, is that even as so many have been sacrificed to a Moloch, their Ukraine has won this war, its true struggle for independence. Ukraine is now forever lost to Moscow. No matter what the battlefield outcomes, Putin’s imperial project has been polluted and made putrid, his final failure certain. Godspeed that day. Until that time comes this will be Ukraine’s only gospel, the only good news emerging from this apocalypse now.

Yes, the Ukrainian nation still resists the Russian foe. That dogged struggle reminds the world of how tyranny must be confronted. Yet the heroic Ukraine we see before us cannot last forever. Be it tomorrow, or the next day, or even weeks from now, those fighting this just war in defence of their homeland will be beaten down, many of the country’s best people will be butchered or driven into exile. Ukraine’s Passion will then end. In the wake of this holocaust what remains of the modern Ukrainian state will be buried. But do not think this represents any final solution to the Ukrainian question. For just as surely as Ukraine’s crucifixion is upon us, so too will Ukraine arise from its Russian-dug tomb. With that Ukrainian resurrection there will be a reckoning. Those who drew Ukraine’s blood, and those abandoned Ukraine, will not escape a judgment. Know, too, that Ukraine’s second coming will not be a herald of the West’s salvation. Putin, and all who permitted his predations, are tomorrow’s damned. One day they will drink of the juices oozing from these grapes of wrath.

Lubomyr Luciuk is a Fellow of the Chair of Ukrainian Studies at the University of Toronto and a professor at the Royal Military College of Canada.

To read the whole article see: The Passion of Ukraine is about to Unfold.

About R.H. (Rusty) Foerger

As I enter the third third of life, I am becoming aware of the role of elders today “to enlarge spiritual vision, being devoted to prayer, living in the face of death, as a living curriculum of the Christian life” (Dr. James M. Houston). I am a life long and life wide learner who seeks to: *decipher the enigma of our worth *rescue from the agony of prayerlessness *integrate spiritual friendship.
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7 Responses to Tortures have become my daily bread

  1. Shashi says:

    Very tragic. I can understand your feelings through your words. Been following the war on the news and it’s gut wrenching to see the havoc unleashed on innocent people.

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  2. directorifi says:

    Thank you for sharing this, Rusty. So sad, so poignant, so heartbreaking. So unnecessary.

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  3. pdwebb says:

    Hi Rusty, That is quite the article and well written,with some passion itself! Thanks for these thoughts. Phil

    On Fri, Mar 25, 2022 at 7:03 AM Curriculum of the Spiritual Life wrote:

    > R.H. (Rusty) Foerger posted: ” One must wonder about the labyrinthine > incoherence travelled by despots and dictators. As Carl Jung put it, they > were those who were tortured themselves. Trapped in their own cul de sacs > of futility, they sow seeds of their own destruction. In this” >

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  4. eunice says:

    I like the quote. We often become what is familiar to us.

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    • Interesting quote, yes. I suppose people experiencing health problems can be tortured from those problems. That’s why I have my blog.

      People who are healthy get tortured from other things and people all the time. Health reduces the tortures effects sometimes though.

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      • I appreciate you applying this to (mental) health; I hadn’t thought Jung’s quote (or are you referring to what Eunice wrote?) was about personal health problems, but by being the object of other person’s actions that have negatively impacted a person in such a way that torture begets torture. Thanks for your comments.

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