A Sermon by Donel McClellan
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A Sermon by Donel McClellan
First Congregational United Church of Christ, Bellingham, Washington

There is a Balm in Gilead
Jeremiah 8:18-9:1

September 23.2001

 A READING FROM THE PROPHET JEREMIAH

             18My joy is gone, grief is upon me,
                        my heart is sick.
            19Hark, the cry of my poor people
                        from far and wide in the land:
            "Is the LORD not in Zion?
                        Is her King not in her?"
            ("Why have they provoked me to anger with their images,
                        with their foreign idols?")

            20"The harvest is past, the summer is ended,
                        and we are not saved."
            21For the hurt of my poor people I am hurt,
                        I mourn, and dismay has taken hold of me.
            22Is there no balm in Gilead?
                        Is there no physician there?
            Why then has the health of my poor people
                        not been restored?
            1O that my head were a spring of water,
                        and my eyes a fountain of tears,
            so that I might weep day and night
                        for the slain of my poor people!

 THIS IS THE WORD OF GOD                                                                                                               

 There are times when poetry alone can address our human longing:

 My joy is gone, grief is upon me, my heart is sick. . .
The harvest is past, the summer is ended
      and we are not saved.

                                                             - Jeremiah[1]

       I want to mention
      summer ending
      without meaning the death
      of somebody loved

       or even the death
      of the trees . . .

                                                             - Linda Pastan[2]

          Into this neutral air
      Where blind skyscrapers use
      Their full height to proclaim
      The strength of Collective Man,
      Each language pours its vain
      Competitive excuse:
      But who can live for long
      In an euphoric dream;
      Out of the mirror they stare,
      Imperialism's face
      And the international wrong.

      . . .

      All I have is a voice
      To undo the folded lie,
      The romantic lie in the brain
      Of the sensual man-in-the-street
      And the lie of Authority
      Whose buildings grope the sky:
      There is no such thing as the State
      And no one exists alone;
      Hunger allows no choice
      To the citizen or the police;
      We must love one another or die.

      Defenceless under the night
      Our world in stupor lies;
      Yet, dotted everywhere,
      Ironic points of light
      Flash out wherever the Just
      Exchange their messages:
      May I, composed like them
      Of Eros and of dust,
      Beleaguered by the same
      Negation and despair,
      Show an affirming flame.

                                                                         - W.H. Auden[3]

In words which are eerily current, Auden writes of the invasion of Poland by Germany on September 1, 1939. Pastan writes of autumn’s perennial reminder of death. Jeremiah addresses the political bankruptcy of his time. None of the poets wrote of the events of our September. All of them speak to a circumstance they never knew.

Over the centuries every human disaster and every human triumph has been experienced over and over again on smaller and grander scales. Historians keep count of the variations of victory and loss, yet our human experience is constant. Death, loss, suffering, courage, resolve, hope are the building blocks life. Words are fragile boats carrying meaning from person to person, age to age.

Today it is time to look around. Time not because we have finished our grieving, nor because we have been able to assimilate what is happening to us. It is time to seek perspective because of what will come next. We will need words with which to address what comes to pass.

For a moment, let us revisit Jeremiah’s world—625 BCE. Change was rampant. Markets rose and fell. Those who were shrewd or lucky did well, so well that they began to relish the power and prestige that wealth brings. The newly prosperous averted their eyes from the poor. Since they had succeeded they assumed that laziness and ignorance held others down.

The affluent stepped away from historical faith, preferring religious leaders who blessed them in their comfortable lives, and never challenged them to take care of those who couldn’t care for themselves. Soon the comfortable convinced themselves that God had blessed them and was pleased with them.

Jeremiah observes the religion of his people turning away from tradition and focusing on prosperity. The poor are ignored. The widow, the sojourner in the land, the orphan, and the afflicted are forgotten. People become so cynical that they fail to notice that their temples are empty, the promises of their priests hollow. God has already departed from their lives.

The Lord is not in the city says Jeremiah. There is no balm in Gilead. By paying attention to armies, profit margins, crop yields, political treaties and comfortable, encouraging preachers, the nation shifted its allegiance from the God of their ancestors, to their own intellectual power and physical strength. The God they created could not salve their wounds when everything fell apart.

The scene reminds me of a scene in the old move Oh, God. You may remember the young grocery clerk played by a young John Denver who discovers that he can hear and see God in the form of George Burns. At one point in the film a famous evangelist—who assumed that it was God’s business to prosper him and his ministry—asks the clerk if God had a message for him.

I am reminded of the movie this week because of the unfortunate statements of TV evangelists Jerry Fallwell and Pat Robertson. They suggested the attack of September 11th succeeded because God had lifted the curtain of protection from America. And why would God do this? Because, said Dr. Falwell, of those who have tried to secularize America: feminists, gays, lesbians, the ACLU, People for the American Way.

“Does God have a message for me?” asks the evangelist in the movie. “Yes,” says the clerk, “[God] want’s you to shut up!”

Does the passage from Jeremiah suggest that God has withdrawn the curtain of protection from America? No, God had nothing to do with the attack on September 11. God may have had something to do with the courage and self-sacrifice of those who came to the aid of victims of the attack, however. America was assaulted by very sophisticated, very well prepared, devastatingly dedicated opponents. We need to look carefully at what happened and how we might respond.

As a minister, I recognize the appropriate place and authority of government to respond to a horrendous attack on its citizens. I have no political wisdom to offer, no military strategy to suggest.  I do have a responsibility, as a minister of the Gospel of Jesus Christ, to speak out clearly whenever political rhetoric begins to make theological claims. In the past few days several spoken words and phrases have caused me concern. Let me share my perspective for what it may be worth.

The first cautionary word is war. From the moment of the attack on New York, Washington, and Pennsylvania, the president and numerous government officials have described the bloody deeds of September 11, as acts of war. Writing in this week’s New Yorker, Hendrik Hertzberg replies:

. . . unless a foreign government turns out to have directed the operation (or, at least, to have known and approved its scope in detail and in advance), that is a category mistake. The metaphor of war—and it is more metaphor than description—ascribes to the perpetrators a dignity they do not merit, a status they cannot claim, and a strength they do not possess.[4]

If our response it to be considered a war, then it departs from historical precedent and takes on the amorphous shape of the “war on drugs” or the “war on poverty.” This is not a war in any recognizable form, but something new and different. I trust that our nation will attempt to bring to justice those who are responsible for inflecting this deep and grievous wound upon the people and the national fabric of America. I anticipate some response soon. Whether or not that response is declared a war, I know that the church cannot give its blessing to it.

Even when violence becomes is the Nation’s only response, or even its duty, violence must always be seen as an expression of human sinfulness. As a minister I stand ready to support families as they face the difficulties of armed combat, I stand ready to pray for wisdom for our president and national leaders, I stand ready for the sad task of burying Americans who are killed in the effort to pursue terrorists, and I stand ready to offer prayers of confession for my complicity in binging about a circumstance in which so many people suffer. The church does not bless war. It suffers with those who suffer, it prays with those who pray, and it hopes for a way of peace.

The second word of concern is evil. On the Friday after the attack, the president addressed an interfaith congregation at a Prayer Service in the National Cathedral. I must confess that I am generally impressed by the manner in which our president speaks in public. The president and his speech writers have achieved a simple elegance of language which is most often very appropriate for the situation. In the National Cathedral, the president said:

      Just three days removed from these events Americans do not yet have the distance of history but our responsibility to history is already clear: To answer these attacks and rid the world of evil. War has been waged against us by stealth and deceit and murder. This nation is peaceful but fierce when stirred to anger.

Although the metaphor seemed warranted at that time and in that place, I need to remind us all that it is never the function of any government to rid the world of evil. The reason is very simple. Evil is ubiquitous and pervasive. Evil is present in every adult human person and in every group of persons, every family, every tribe, every corporation, every nation. To suggest that one nation can rid the world of evil implies that evil exists solely outside that nation. From the perspective of the Christian faith, this is never true.

I anticipate a just attack on terrorism. I fear any nation that would presume an assault on evil.

The final word is crusade. Last Sunday, President Bush warned Americans that "this crusade, this war on terrorism, is going to take awhile." I regret that neither the president nor his speech writers were aware of their tragic choice of language. To the whole Muslim world, crusade means only one thing. SoheibBensheikh, Grand Mufti of the mosque in Marseille, France said, the use of the word crusade,was most unfortunate. It recalled the barbarous and unjust military operations against the Muslim world by Christian knights, who launched repeated attempts to capture Jerusalem over the course of several hundred years.

This simple linguistic slip reveals how little our society knows or cares about the vast areas of the world in which Islam thrives. It does not give one assurance that our response to terrorist attacks will serve to heal rather than to widen the deep breach between the Arab world and the West.

In the end we are left with words. And the words are a balm, for they capture our hearts and buoy our hopes. Words are the weapons with which we combat the evil forces of hatred, discrimination, and racism.

Once again, I find Hendrik Hertzberg’sinsight helpful. He writes:

In the decade since the end of the Cold War, the human race has become, with increasing rapidity, a single organism. Every kind of barrier to the free and rapid movement of goods, information, and people has been lowered. The organism relies increasingly on a kind of trust—the unsentimental expectation that people, individually and collectively, will behave more or less in their rational self-interest. . . . The terrorists made use of that trust. They rode the flow of the world's aerial circulatory system like lethal viruses.[5]

Faith’s response to the horror and terrorism that seeks to divide the world into opposing nations, religions and languages is to reaffirm that we are one human race. That hope is elegantly expressed in a poem that has appeared on the Internet. It is called:

 And We Became One [6]

 As the soot and dirt and ash rained down,
           We became one color.
As we carried each other down the stairs of the burning building,
            We became one class.
As we lit candles of waiting and hope,
            We became one generation.
As the firefighters and police officers fought their way into the inferno,
            We became one gender.
As we fell to our knees in prayer for strength,
            We became one faith.
As we whispered or shouted words of encouragement,
            We spoke one language.
As we gave our blood in lines a mile long,
            We became one body.
As we mourned together the great loss,
            We became one family.
As we cried tears of grief and loss,
            We became one soul.
As we retell with pride of the sacrifices of heroes,
            We become one people.

We are
One color
One class
One generation
One gender
One faith
One language
One body
One family
One soul
One people

Amen.

 Notes:

[1].         Jeremiah 8:18, 20

[2].         Autumn, from Heroes In Disguise by Linda Pastan

[3].         September 1, 1939 from Another Time by W. H. Auden

[4].         HendrickHertzberg, The New Yorker, September 24, 2001, p. 27

[5].         Hertzberg, p. 27

[6].          Found on the Internet. Attributed to professor Cheryl Sawyer. The original
                poem continues with these final lines:
                                   
We are the power of one.
                                    We are united.
                                    We are America.