This war,
any war, represents not the will of God but the sinfulness of humanity.
Regardless of how this conflict turns out, we have failed as human
beings once more. Sin has had its way. It's been two
thousand years since the Prince of Peace walked the sands of this same
Middle East that is producing so much conflict today, and still we can
find no better solution to our conflicts than to kill one another.
We who follow Jesus have failed. We cannot blame the President.
He is convinced he is doing what's best for our country, post 9/11.
We cannot blame the Congress. We cannot blame the military.
We can only blame ourselves. Somehow we have not shone the light
of Jesus’ love brightly enough to convince the world's people that
love is better than hate, life is better than death, peace is better
than war. That war is not God's will. That there are no holy
jihad’s.
THE
SECOND THING I CAN SAY IS THAT GOD'S HEART GOES OUT TO ALL WHO SUFFER.
The picture we have in the beginning of this twentieth chapter of Exodus
is of a God who is vitally involved in human affairs. God says to
the people of Israel, "I am the LORD your
God, who brought you out of the land of Egypt, out of the house of
slavery…" It is a picture of a God who is involved
in the struggles of his people.
Across
this land and Iraq there are parents of young people caught in this
terrible conflict who are praying intensely, "Please
God, let my son - or my daughter - come home safely."
Our God is just as concerned for the safety of these young men and women
as we are.
Beside the
tomb of Lazarus, his friend, Jesus wept. Even though he knew he
could - and would - bring Lazarus back from the dead, he wept. He
wept for the human condition. He wept for a world racked with sin
and death. He wept because of the unbelief of his friends.
He wept because his heart was breaking… for us. God's heart goes
out to all who suffer.
That, of
course, is what the cross is all about. You want to know how much
God's heart breaks at the sight of human suffering? Go to the
Cross. See Jesus’ body broken, his blood shed. If someone
you love is in harm's way this day, rest assured that God is concerned
about him or her as you are. In our epistle today, St. Paul called
it the foolishness of God. He writes in the eighteenth verse of
the first chapter of I Corinthians: "For the
message about the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but
to us who are being saved it is the power of God." It
is foolishness. You and I would never have done it that way.
THUS,
THE THIRD THING I CAN SAY IS THAT GOD DIDN'T SEEK TO SAVE THE WORLD BY
OVERPOWERING IT, BUT BY LOVING IT. Think about that
long enough and it will change your life. God could have wiped the
deck clean as He did in the story of Noah. Instead, God took His
broken heart and displayed it on a cross for all the world to see.
And it is by that cross - and that cross alone - that the world will be
saved.
And God
gave an assignment to a group of people - people who had come into a
relationship with His Son. And the assignment was this: take up
that same cross. We are to save the world not by overpowering it,
but by loving it. That is our job – before this conflict began,
in this conflict and when this conflict is over. It is to recommit
our lives to taking up the cross of Jesus - the cross of peace, the
cross of love, the cross of sacrifice - until that time when war is no
more. It will seem silly to many of our friends and neighbors.
Foolishness, that's what the critics said about the cross of Jesus -
but, ultimately there is no other way by which this world will be saved.
A simple
story by an unknown author says it all: It is a story about a quiet man
named Carl. Carl was 87 years old and had lived in the same
neighborhood for over 50 years. It had once been a nice neighborhood,
but now it was full of random violence, gangs, and drug activity.
The local
church advertised for volunteers to take care of the gardens behind the
pastor's house. Carl signed up for the job. But then an
event occurred that would have crushed many people.
Carl was
finishing watering the garden one day when three gang members showed up.
He ignored their intimidation and just asked if they would like a drink
of water from the hose. The biggest and meanest answered,
"Yeah, sure." The other two grabbed Carl and
threw him down. They took Carl's retirement watch and wallet.
Carl tried to get up, but he had fallen on his bad leg. He was
trying to get up when the minister came running to help. The
minister kept asking Carl if he was okay, or if he was hurt as he helped
him to his feet.
Carl
sighed and shook his head. "It was just
some punk kids. Maybe they'll wise up someday."
He bent and picked up the hose, adjusted the nozzle and started watering
again. The minister was confused and concerned as he asked Carl
what he was doing. "I need to finish
watering the garden. It's been very dry lately," was
the calm reply.
A few
weeks later the gang members returned, and just like the first time,
Carl offered them a drink from the hose. They didn't rob him this time.
Instead, they wrenched the hose away from Carl and soaked him from head
to foot in icy water. When they had finished humiliating him, they
sauntered off down the street, yelling insults and curses over their
shoulders and falling over each other at the hilarity of what they had
done. Carl just watched them. He turned his face toward the
warm sun, calmly picked up his garden hose, and went back to watering
the garden.
Summer was
quickly turning into fall. Carl was tilling one day when he heard
someone come up behind him. He stumbled and fell into some
evergreen branches. He struggled to regain his footing, and turned
to see the gang leader holding out his hand. Carl braced himself
for an attack. "Don't worry, old
man," said the gang leader, "I
won't hurt you." The young man spoke softly, still
holding out his tattooed and scarred hand to Carl.
He helped
Carl get up, and pulled a crumpled bag from his pocket. "What's
this?" Carl asked. "It's
your stuff," the boy answered. "I
brought your stuff back. It's all here, even the money that was in
your wallet." "Why would you help me now?"
Carl asked. The boy shuffled his feet, looking embarrassed and
uncomfortable. "Because I learned
something from you," he said. "We
picked on you because you were old. We knew we could get away with
it. But every time we came, instead of yelling and fighting back,
you just tried to give us a drink of water. You didn't hate us
back because we hated you. You just kept showing us
love."
He stopped
for a minute and then went on. "I
couldn't sleep after we stole your stuff, so I decided to bring it
back." He paused for another awkward moment, not
knowing how to proceed. "I guess this
is my way of thanking you for straightening me out."
With that, he walked away.
Carl
carefully opened the bag in his hands. He put his retirement watch
back on his arm. When he opened his wallet, he checked for his
wedding photo, and gazed lovingly at the young bride smiling back at
him.
Carl died
one day that winter right after Christmas. In spite of the
weather, his funeral was well attended. The minister noticed a
tall young man sitting quietly in a far corner of the church. The
minister spoke of Carl's garden. "Do
your best," he said, "and make
your garden as beautiful as you can. We will never forget Carl and
his garden."
The
following spring another flyer went out asking for a volunteer to work
in the garden. It read: "Someone needed
to care for Carl's garden." One day the minister heard
a knock at his office door. When he opened the door, he saw a pair
of scarred and tattooed hands holding the flyer. "I
believe this is my job, if you'll have me," the young man
said. The minister recognized him as the same boy who had returned
Carl's watch and wallet. He knew that Carl's kindness had turned
this boy's life around. The minister just handed him the keys and
said, "Yes, go take care of Carl's garden and
honor him." The young man went to work without a word.
Over the
next several years, this young man tended the garden just the way Carl
had. During that time, he went to college, got married, and became
a prominent member in the community. But he never forgot the
promise he had made to honor Carl's memory. He kept the garden as
beautiful as he could, and thought that Carl would have approved.
One day he
approached the new minister and explained that he could no longer take
care of the garden. He said with a shy and happy smile, "My
wife had a baby boy last night, and she's bringing him home on
Saturday."
"Congratulations!"
said the minister, as he took the keys to the garden shed.
"That's wonderful! What's the baby's name?" "Carl,"
replied the former gang member.
You might
call what Carl did foolishness, but that is the way of the cross - the
Jesus way! Can you offer the world, your enemy, a drink of water?
In an old
CALVIN AND HOBBES cartoon strip, Hobbes, the tiger, asks little Calvin, "How
come we play war and not peace?" And Calvin replies, "Too
few role models."
We do have
too few role models for peace. But, really, we only need one,
Jesus. In the 1960s we sang, "Let there
be peace on earth and let it begin with me…" You and
I are called to be role models for peace. After all we follow the
Prince of Peace - Jesus. And hopefully our example will have a
positive influence even in time of war.
What can I
say to you this day? God hates war. Why? Because God
loves people: American, Iraqi, French, German, British, North Korean,
Saudi, etc. God loves every man and woman on the field of battle
this day. God loves every civilian caught in the crossfire.
God's heart goes out to all who suffer and God has given us a better way
- the way of the cross, the way of sacrificial love.
It is not optional for us
who follow Jesus. We are all called to be peacemakers for Jesus’
sake. In this conflict let our prayer be: Lord, have mercy.
Christ, have mercy. Lord, have mercy. Let there be peace on
earth and let it begin with me.
Amen.