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Growing up, to the extent I did, in suburban New York City, in the little town of Closter NJ, I remember that at the corner of one of our parks was an enormous bell, probably used in Colonial times to warn residents of British troops approaching (a Closter farmer was our own Paul Revere) or to call volunteers to fight a fire.<\/p>\n
It was not a bell whose shape probably comes to your mind. It was circular, metal perhaps five inches wide, like a gong but without the gong-bell in the center. This was an enormous metal ring, like a circular (rather than triangular) dinner bell that must have been heard for miles. My friends and I could never find anything big enough that we could lift that would sound a tocsin, as alarms were called.<\/p>\n
Through the centuries, communities relied on substantial bells like that for various reasons; and the frequency or pattern would provide signals to residents. Churches, of course, ring bells to call people to worship, and during the petitions of the Lord\u2019s Prayer are lifted. Carillons were invented to play music in concerts. Eventually electricity brought alarm clocks, amplified sirens, cell-phone alerts, and other efficient saboteurs of the good old days.<\/p>\n
But the concept of \u201calarm bells\u201d lives on in culture, in literature, in our consciousness. Sometimes we view events as they seem, but sense that they seldom are hopeful harbingers, but dangerous signals. Predictors of bad things ahead; seeds that will sprout ugly weeds, not beautiful flowers.<\/p>\n
\u201cFor whom the bell tolls.\u201d Ernest Hemingway took the title of his novel from an essay by the mystical theologian John Donne (1572-1631). Donne, in his Meditation XVII<\/em>, \u201cDevotions Upon Emergent Occasions,\u201d addressed the ambiguity. Events, customs, announcements, traditions, expectations might be very different than we confidently think\u2026 and different observers will have different opinions and conclusions.<\/p>\n We all have separate views of life, and therefore, Donne (who was near his own death when he wrote these words) reminds us of two things. The surety that God is in control, and all will see Him, followed by the end of delusions. Second, Donne\u2019s famous aphorism that \u201cno man is an island.\u201d<\/p>\n By the first point he reminded us (even if Hemingway neglected this aspect) that our understanding is insignificant compared to God\u2019s omniscience. In the second point he observed that the human race is organic; that when something dies or is degraded in one place, the rest of humanity suffers. When reforms and enlightenment and \u201cprogress\u201d occur here<\/em>, people there<\/em>, so to speak, also will benefit.<\/p>\n I invite you to view the long-brewing but sudden-occuring nihilism and violence, destruction and death in American cities and towns, and see them hear them, as alarm-bells.<\/p>\n The \u201cdemonstrators\u201d (what kinds of fools are we to be persuaded by the media\u2019s gentle characterization of vandals and criminals?) might indeed think that the alarm-bells they set off are announcing a brave new world. I am sure that their ringleaders and puppet-masters do. Aldous Huxley\u2019s dystopia, that is; not a pending utopia.<\/p>\n Here are Donne\u2019s passages, in contemporary words:<\/p>\n Perchance the bell tolls for someone so sick or so deluded that he doesn’t even recognize that the bell announces his impending death. Maybe I am that deluded person, deluded that I am better off. Others see me in reality, know I am ill, and have caused the bell to signal my own death, but I am ignorant of it.<\/em><\/p>\n Are we dying \u2013 as a culture \u2013 and do not realize it?<\/p>\n And then:<\/p>\n No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main; if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friends or of thine own were.<\/p>\n Any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind; and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.<\/em><\/p>\n Rioters and vandals, attacking statues of Jesus and Mary and saints, are not offending brass and stone, but storming Heaven. That is how they see it. Why do Christians not see it, too, and erupt in defense?<\/p>\n Looters and shoplifters vandalize stores, and empty them \u2013 often minority-owned shops \u2013 and are not stealing sneakers they need; but flail at capitalism itself.<\/p>\n Those who terrorize a city for a hundred days, and occupy police stations\u2026 are telling the truth when they declare that your police, your homes, your lives are next.<\/p>\n These things look<\/em> like news clips and headlines, but they are alarm-bells.<\/p>\n The veneer of historical bad guys\u2019 statues is long gone. When churches are covered in obscene graffiti; invaded and set on fire, the object of these domestic terrorists is not some dead general, but the Living Savior.<\/p>\n Hear those bells? Do they toll for them… or for us?<\/p>\n + + + <\/p>\n