Alfred Delp was a German Jesuit, who was executed for his resistance to
the Nazi regime. Fr. Delp was offered his freedom if he would renounce the
Jesuits. He refused and was hanged February 2, 1945.
The man crying in the
wilderness. We live in an age that has every right to consider itself no
wilderness. But woe to any age in which the voice crying in the wilderness can
no longer be heard because the noises of everyday life drown it - or
restrictions forbid it - or it is lost in the hurry and turmoil of
"progress" - or simply stifled by authority, misled by fear and
cowardice. Then the destructive weeds will spread so suddenly and rapidly that
the word "wilderness" will recur to [people]'s minds willy-nilly. I
believe we are no strangers to this discovery.
Yet for all this, where
are the voices that should ring out in protest and accusation? There should
never be any lack of prophets like John the Baptist in the kaleidoscope of life
at any period; brave [people] inspired by the dynamic compulsion of the mission
to which they are dedicated, true witnesses following the lead of their hearts
and endowed with clear vision and unerring judgment. Such [people] do not cry
out for the sake of making a noise or the pleasure of hearing their own voices,
or because they envy other[s] the good things which have not come their way in
account of their singular attitude towards life. They are above envy and have a
solace known only to those who have crossed both the inner and outer borders of
existence. Such [people] proclaim the message of healing and salvation. They
warn [people] of [their] chance, because they already feel the ground heaving
beneath their feet, feel the beams cracking and the great mountains shuddering
inwardly and the stars swinging in space. They cry out to [people], urging
[them] to save [themselves] by a change of heart before the coming of the
catastrophes threatening to overwhelm [them].
Oh God, surely enough
people nowadays know what it means to clear away bomb dust and rubble of
destruction, making the rough places smooth again. They will know it for many
years to come with this labor weighing on them. Oh, may the arresting voices of
the wilderness ring out warning [hu]mankind in good time that ruin and
devastation actually spread from within. May the Advent figure of St. John the Baptist,
the incorruptible herald and teacher in God's name, be no longer a stranger in
our own wilderness. Much depends on such symbolic figures in our lives. For how
shall we hear if there are none to cry out, none whose voice can rise above the
tumult of violence and destruction, the false clamor that deafens us to
reality?
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