By Davis Carlton
For a long time I have deeply appreciated the significance of what is traditionally known as Holy Week, which spans from Palm Sunday to Easter Sunday. It always amazed me how quickly the crowds gathered in Jerusalem turned from proclaiming Jesus as the anointed Messiah come to save them to calling for his Crucifixion within less than one week. Lately I’ve been struggling to overcome a melancholy sense that I’m witnessing the final stages of the collapse of Western Civilization. The fire at Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris this Monday only reinforced these feelings of helplessness in the face of overwhelming opposition. I’ve known for a long time that true Christian values have long since departed from America and other countries of the West. The magnificent churches and other works of art produced by white Christians have only served to testify of what was once held dear by our ancestors. Now even these reminders seem to be vanishing amidst the dual onslaught of secularism and false religions. It’s all quite depressing to ruminate upon.