In The Moments of the Wandering Jew, David S. Cole’s play, the Jew is exiled for the fault of seeing in Christ’s passing under the heavy Cross just a geometrical figure.

Questioned on his disengagement with ‘history’s greatest moment’, the Jew responds: ‘Missed my moment? I tell you, no one ever drew nearer to Him than that!’

In our times, many pretend or indeed would like to be just like the Jew, imagining geometrical figures they’ve probably never seen.

And thus they start their erroneous wanderings. Some of them show their emotions or even start to cry, as if that would count; some preach about how we should all be correct and fair and responsible and tolerant and caring and open; some speak of solidarity and the triumph of values.

Beware! It’s THEM: they are the faithful aides-de-camp of the Holy war to come!

‘And thus I saw the horses in the vision, and them that sat on them, having breastplates of fire, and of jacinth, and brimstone: and the heads of the horses as the heads of lions; and out of their mouths issued fire and smoke and brimstone.’ (Revelation, 9)