My song is
love unknown,
my Savior’s
love to me,
love to the loveless
shown that
they might
lovely be
Oh, who am I
that for my sake
my Lord
should take frail flesh and die?
-
Samuel Crossman “My Song Is Love Unknown,” ELW 343
In the heart of our Lenten journey
toward Jesus’ death and resurrection, I can’t help but pause and recognize what
God has done for us. I’m generally pretty pessimistic about human nature. As
many, many people have heard, one of my favorite sermon refrains is, “People
are people, and people are dumb.” I mean this as a humorous way to point out
something much darker, lifted up again for me this week in a blog post by The
Atlantic’s Ta-Nehisi Coates, one of my very favorite writers.
In discussing the history of
racism in America (found in this article, http://www.theatlantic.com/national/archive/2013/02/a-flawed-america-in-context/273546/, which I highly recommend),
Coates notes that “the history of white racism and its attendent victims
is horrifying, but it should be seen in scale.” He then quotes at length a
history of the 30 Years War written by C.V. Wedgwood, in which Wedgwood
describes the thousands of starving people dying in the streets, resorting to
eating rats, raw horse, and even human flesh. The 30 Years’ War was Europe’s
most deadly until the 20th century, and it is the war that made
Lutheranism possible in its wake. If you claim either Lutheran identity or
white western European ancestry, this war is your history. It certainly is my
history.
Coates
reminds us that 8 million people died in that seventeenth century war, and that
others remind him that 10 million Russians died in World War I, 15 million
Russians in World War II, and that was only one of how many nations involved in
those wars, besides innocent victims?
Coates wraps
up his article with this gut-punch of a statement about human nature, one with
which I fully agree: “America's particular failings are remarkable because
America is remarkable, but they are not particularly deviant or outstanding on
the misery index. This is just sort of what we do.” This is what we do, to each
other, day by day and year after year. Every misery, every horror perpetrated
by one person or group upon another, has precedent in human history. It’s
incredibly depressing, and I’m somewhat sorry to be sharing it with you here.
Nevertheless
I am sharing it with you here, because I think the church needs to be about
telling the truth. We do not gather in the name of Jesus Christ, whose tragic
death was both one utterly singular and completely ordinary, to placate each
other with platitudes about what good people we are now that we have Jesus. We
come together to look at the world Jesus lived in, the world Jesus died in,
with open eyes even if tears run down our faces. Because the paradox is that
God loves this world, even in all its unspeakable badness.
This leads back
to Coates’ final question, after his brutally true “This is just sort of what
we do.” He says, “The question hanging over us though is this: Is this what we
will always do?”
The answer
is obvious to me in the light of my Lutheran expression of Christian faith: yes
and no. Yes, humans will always hurt each other, and we will always fall prey
to our basest, bleakest, most self-preserving impulses. And also, no: in Jesus
Christ, God assures us that life is stronger than death, that love is stronger
than hate and fear and selfishness and cruelty and war. God knows us, better
than we know ourselves. And yet, instead of condemning us, God forgives us. God
loves us, even when we don’t deserve it, perhaps precisely because we don’t
deserve it. And when we know God’s forgiveness and love, and hear God’s call to
live lives of love and service to God and one another, we will dare to break
the bonds of human misery. We will dare to stand up against racism and war and
death, to declare that love truly does win, at least today. And when we fall
short, we rest secure in the knowledge that God’s forgiveness and love will
give us another chance.
Lent is now,
but Easter is coming.
Thanks be to God.
Pastor Andrew
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