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Remembrance Sunday





Wilfrid Owen’s poetry (see below) introduced me to the reality of war as a student at secondary school, along with Siegfried Sassoon and Robert Graves these were the writers that helped me see the sacrifice that we ask others to make on our behalf when we send them to fight for us. These writers showed us what they suffered in war, as well as revealing their courage. It is young men and women just like them who today continue to offer their lives for us that we may live in freedom that we honour and respect on this Remembrance Sunday. 


All of us have some contact with war today, even if it isn’t with the actual experience of fighting. One experience that stays with me is visiting the S21 prison in Cambodia and seeing the remnants of the appalling Pol Pot regime. It was an experience similar perhaps to those who visit Auschwitz, a chilling and frightening one to witness to the remnant and memory of what people do to one another in war. The element that I found so scary about the Cambodian war was the way in which it seemed impossible to work out and follow who was fighting who – the terror would turn ally into foe in an irrational chaos. But, the museum that this small school had become, the memory of the torture chamber that it was, was honouring the dead. People came, people looked, and people saw what had happened. These places of memory, like the S21 Prison Museum, as this day of memory, Remembrance Sunday, are so important, for they remind us again and again that war is a break down in all that is good about human community and human flourishing. It is a day to imagine and experience again the trauma and horror of war and to remember those whose lives have been consumed by it – and those for whom war is a day to day experience still. 




But, other than imagining and remembering and honouring, what can we say today?
Can faith take us through war, into war, along with war?
Can faith survive war?

Well- we perhaps can only look to examples of people who have revealed in their lives that faith can not only survive but grow, nourish and bring inner peace in the midst of war.
  
Etty Hillesum is such a person. She was a young Dutch Jewish woman working in Amsterdam during World War II who kept a series of journals that recorded her spiritual awakening. She served Jewish refugees in a Nazi transit camp before she too was finally transported to Auschwitz, on November 30, 1943, at the age of 29, where she killed.



An editor of her journals, Anne Marie Kidder, writes that Etty, "is a mystic who, amid the war's horrors, could affirm the goodness and beauty of life and taught herself, as she taught others, to explore the landscape of the soul and the soul's quest for truth and God.” Etty became, in her own astonishing words, "the thinking heart of the barracks”. What does it take to be able to affirm goodness and beauty in the midst of the horror of war?

For Etty, war became the catalyst for the transformation and purification of the heart. Rather than it consuming and destroying her soul, as it did her body, her soul was made perfect through the experience; she rose up to heaven, whilst her body was in hell. In war she found out what peace meant. 

"True peace will come when every individual finds peace within himself; when we have all vanquished and transformed our hatred for our fellow human beings of whatever race--even into love one day. It is the only solution" she writes.

The Sermon on the Mount (see below) addresses this issue of personal, moral and spiritual transformation. The refrain of ‘blessed are’ seeks us to review the normal power politics of the world and human relationships. The Beatitudes turn the world upside down – it is the poor, the meek, the merciful, the seekers of righteousness and justice, and those who suffer for it who are blessed. For Jesus the blessed are that group of people who through personal trial and struggle are purified in heart, mind and soul into being people of peace, inner and outer. They are people who renounce worldly power and become living icons of love, truth and justice.

It is a disarming, challenging and difficult road that Jesus leads us on. Of course we may be accused of quietism if we focus too heavily on personal transformation – but I think that only people of real inner peace will ever be able to broker peace in the external world. It takes prophets and mystics to transform conversation and power. Rowan Williams, I believe is such a bringer of peace: unpopular, persecuted by all sides, suffering for the sake of righteousness he refused to offer easy answers to intractable differences of opinion but time after time with his gentle and well-thought out insistence he commends people of great difference to one another. The Anglican Covenant was just such an attempt to make individuals and groups take seriously the existence as gift of the other who is different from us. He spoke as a man of peace and in so doing he was powerless.

For men and women of peace are powerless in the face of the world’s actions. Yet, as people of faith we know that the Cross is ultimately greater than any power in this world. Jesus’ abandonment on the cross, his utter powerlessness in the face of the violence and destruction of the world was transformative – he rejected the ways of this world, and in self-sacrifice and in peace he transformed the world. For in losing everything of worldly value, we know we can attain everything of the greatest importance: truth, justice, and ultimately peace.

So, this Remembrance Sunday when we remember those who have given their lives for us, we can honour them most effectively by focussing in on our own lives and in dedicating ourselves to developing an attitude of peace in our hearts and minds, a practice that should transform our speech and our personal and public relationships. We must always look for and seek peace so that we do not have to ask young and old to give their lives in active service:

 “Ultimately, we have just one moral duty”, writes Etty,: “to reclaim large areas of peace in ourselves, more and more peace, and to reflect it toward others. And the more peace there is in us, the more peace there will also be in our troubled world.” 




Dulce et Decorum Est
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned out backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame, all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.

Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!--An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime.--
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams before my helpless sight
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin,
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs
Bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,--
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.

Wilfred Owen


The Beatitudes: Matthew 5. 1 – 12

When Jesus saw the crowds, he went up the mountain; and after he sat down, his disciples came to him. Then he began to speak, and taught them, saying:
 ‘Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
 ‘Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.
 ‘Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth.
 ‘Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled.
 ‘Blessed are the merciful, for they will receive mercy.
 ‘Blessed are the pure in heart, for they will see God.
 ‘Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called children of God.
 ‘Blessed are those who are persecuted for righteousness’ sake, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
 ‘Blessed are you when people revile you and persecute you and utter all kinds of evil against you falsely on my account.
‘Rejoice and be glad for your reward is great in heaven, for in the same way they persecuted the prophets who were before you.’
 



 Quotes by Etty Hillesum taken from: "Modern Spiritual Masters" series: Etty Hillesum: Essential Writings,  editor Anne Marie Kidder


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