Isaiah 65.17-25 / James 3.13-18 / Luke 6.27-38
A Tale of Two Mothers
Two mothers tell their stories.
“I’m an Iraqi mother.
I was full of joy each time I had a child.
But I’ve wept so many tears for them.
I lost my first son when he was sent to fight against Iran.
He just never came back.
I lost my first daughter when we went to war over Kuwait.
She was with her school friends when there was an air raid.
The shelter was hit and she was never found.
I lost my second son just a few days ago.
He was killed defending Basra.
They say he fought bravely.
I’m a devout Muslim.
I ask Allah ‘Why? Why?’.
I hope no British or American mothers weep tears as I have done.
I wish them no ill.
I’m sure all mothers want their children to live in a peaceful world.”
“I’m a British mother.
It was such a joy when John was born.
Times were hard but somehow we managed.
John joined the Forces because he wanted plenty of activity and adventure.
I don’t think he ever thought about killing anyone, he wasn’t aggressive at all.
In fact, in Kosovo he mainly worked on reconstruction projects.
He really enjoyed that.
He went to Iraq determined to do his duty.
We got the letter from the MoD only two days ago.
It seems he was killed in some sort of accident.
We’ve always tried to be a Christian family, and I won’t stop going to church.
But I keep asking God to help me make some sense of it.
I think of what those Iraqi mothers must be going through.
I wish them no ill.
I’m sure all mothers want their children to live in a peaceful world.”
These stories are a meditation on war in Iraq but could refer to any two mothers, or indeed any two fathers, for any conflict, anywhere and at any time.
Remember War
This year sees the 80th anniversary of the beginning of World War II, and 100 years since the signing of the Versailles Treaty that brought World War I to its final end.
There have been many wars since then, of course, and conflicts continue now across the globe.
Many brave men and women continue to serve with courage and honour in dangerous situations, and on this Remembrance Sunday we rightly and truly remember and thank them all.
In World War II Britain and her allies fought against the threat of a right-wing extremism that threatened democracy and promoted so-called racial superiority and purity.
That threat was defeated by standing together and not allowing darkness to triumph over light.
Sadly, today we’re seeing a new rise in hatred and bigotry and right-wing extremists but again people are standing up and saying no.
Many people are willing to honour the sacrifices people made to defeat fascism by resisting hatred and division and instead working for the best of our British values – tolerance, justice and fairness.
These are values that members of our armed forces give their lives to defend, and as well as giving thanks for them we must honour their sacrifice by not letting their fight be in vain.
Yet freedom gained through war comes at a terrible cost, and we must remember that as well.
Parents lose children in wars they didn’t start, didn’t want and can’t do anything about.
People lose brothers and sisters, friends and lovers.
Wars destroy economies, wreck the environment, cause homelessness, force people to flee their countries, and destroy people’s faith in God, in goodness, in the hope that things can get better.
They cause mental and physical damage to those who fight in them and to those who are accidentally caught up in them.
Yet this is not how things are meant to be or what God wants for his world.
Make Peace
Our first reading, from Isaiah, gives a vision of a renewed Earth in which people are happy, peaceful, and have everything they need.
They live without fear or grief, and find satisfaction in honest work.
This is the world that God wants for us.
For as our second reading from James says, the wisdom that comes from above, that is from God, is peaceable and gentle.
It’s not easy to understand why, if God wants peace, we live in a war with war and violence.
But we know that God grieves with us when we grieve.
We know that he’s alongside the refugees, the injured, the scared, the grieving and the dying.
We know that he feels our pain and longs for the day when it will no longer exist.
We know that he’s working to bring that day about, sometimes in ways we can see, like when people go into dangerous situations and negotiate for an end to conflict, and sometimes in more hidden ways, like changing the hearts and minds of people carrying out violence.
And we’re called to play a part in that work of peace as well.
James urges us to act with wisdom and gentleness, creating peace in imitation of God.
And our gospel reading talks about the importance of not meeting evil with evil but instead overcoming evil with good.
We are to love, forgive and try to understand even those we consider enemies.
Yes, sometimes we have to act strongly and decisively to defend ourselves and others against evil, even if this means war, but so often we fight with one another for much less noble reasons.
We might not be able to solve big international issues but we can be peacemakers in our own places and among those we meet.
We can be an influence for peace, harmony and goodness in our own corner of the world and inspire others in turn, creating ripples that spread.
This might seem small and unimportant, unlikely to change the world, but, in the words of Margaret Mead,
“Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has”.
A Veteran’s Tale
I’d like to finish with some words written by a veteran of World War II.
“So here we stand again. A year has passed.
Once more our sorrow turns to millions killed.
What have we learned?
What do you say to us, dear soldier
from your eternal silence?
Do you implore us to improve our killing efficiency,
to make bigger and better bombs,
condemning millions more to your sad fate?
Do you cheer us on in our blindness?
How many thousands have we added to your number, this past year?
No – I hear you plead now.
I hear you cry to us across the years:
‘Weep not for me but for those yet unborn.
Go! – save your own children from my fate.
Go! – thank me, by walking away today
to reject the futility, the waste, and the lie
that you have repeated over and over
even as you stand
for where do your billions go,
if not to ensure far more will know the hell I knew?
It is too late for me.
I have no voice but yours,
please – speak for me.
So, when you stand here again,
when this next year has passed,
come here in certainty
that you have taken some small step
along a different road …’”.
Amen.
