Blogging has been overtaken, for the time being at least, by “events, dear boy, events.” though the site will remain open for the posting of occasional articles.
However I couldn’t resist posting the photographic outcome of this morning’s early (very early!) riverside walk.
Piercebridge Roman Fort was founded around 260AD when Christianity was a rapidly growing (though persecuted) force in the Roman Empire. The fort protected the adjoining bridge, an important crossing point over the Tees for the ancient Dere Street route.
In the fort’s heyday, it dominated the locality both visually and militarily and stood as a proud symbol of the Roman Empire’s ability to project power even to the far ends of the world (Britain!).
I sometimes imagine a conversation taking place here amongst the fort’s soldiers huddled around a winter fire. They are wishing they were back home in Italy where it was warm and dry, yet they continue - even here on the remote fringes of the Empire- to pick up the rumours of the dramatic spread of that strange death-cult called Christianity.
Despite Imperial disapproval it continues to spread like wildfire. Where might it all end? Yet, they comfort themselves that Rome will triumph over it at last. After all, Rome conquers all eventually & would stand forever wouldn’t it?
I then imagine whisking them 18 centuries forward in time to show them the sad remains of their fort & bridge, now just a few dejected stones hardly protruding above the ground.
And that building over there, the one gazing so serenely over the feeble ruins of long-vanished Imperial Rome?
Oh, that belongs to the “strange death-cult.” ...it is still here!
Indeed not only has it survived but it continues to circle the globe & draw countless millions into its irresistible gravitational pull despite atrocious oppostion. It has seen off the Roman Empire and it will see off every threat to its existence.
And when Caesars and presidents, politicians and ministers, magnates and billionaire CEOs have all ceased their "vital" business and seen everything they worked for crumble into dust it will stand triumphant over all the works of men.
“I will build My Church & the gates of Hell will not stand against it”