March 12, 2017
Mordechai had seen more than the nakedness of Haman, the crawling, insecure lackey, filled with hatred for the Persian ruler, flattering him and craving the ultimate power he could not have.
He had seen the nakedness of the empire and the age.
His eyes had seen past the horses and palaces, the ranks of scribes penning decrees, the harems, bureaucracies and armies. Mordechai knew that all this would pass away. He had seen through the illusion that every age brings with it the end of history, a new age whose achievements break with the past and usher in a boundless future. The shadow crosses the sundial, the walls come crashing down and the new era of history ends up buried under the rubble of time. Sultan Knish: The Endless Ages of Purim
Posted by gerardvanderleun at March 12, 2017 5:02 PM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.
Make it a story of Moredai if you like, but Esther is the true heroine, imo. When Mordecai told her that G-d would deliver His people by some other means if not her, she was the one who declared, "If I die, then I die."
And please don't ignore the fact that Mordecai did not have a scheming bone in his body. His motives were pure before G-d, whether he was looking out for the foreign king, his niece, or his people.
The lesson in Esther for me is that a pure motive has more power than my enemies. And, yes, I have proven this to be true on more than one occasion in my long and varied career.
Posted by: edaddy at March 12, 2017 6:16 PM
It really is time to stop this bollocks, every time you turn up a shovel of dirt in Mesopotamia, Egypt Syria etc you turn up hard artifacts of civilization.
The Israeli bullshit has no such things.
And the morons still propagate the crap.
Posted by: Bill Jones at March 12, 2017 7:05 PM
G-d laughs at you, Bill Jones. And so do I.
Posted by: pbird at March 12, 2017 7:11 PM
Yes, edaddy, the ancient truth abides: the universe strives to fulfill the desire born of compassion.
Posted by: Howard Nelson at March 12, 2017 7:47 PM