I’m not
sure that we Baptists really know what to do with Remembrance Sunday. Certainly when I was the Pastor of a local
church, it caused me a great amount of internal debate each year, and I’m still
not sure that I have reached any conclusions. It seemed an unnecessary formality in the midst of an informal
service. In years past I dismissed it as
being irrelevant given the fact that none of my congregation had anyone they
ought to personally remember. As a free
church it smacked too much of state church. As those who believed in the way of peace it ran the risk of glorifying
war. As a Briton it seemed insensitive
to those of other nations – as if God were on our side. Maybe at the time I lacked enough imagination
to observe the day in a way which avoided these dangers, and enough creativity
to make the affirmations I would now wish to make. Maybe I was alone in this, but given that
even today there will be Baptist churches fully observing the day like any good
Church of Scotland, right through to those will not have even mentioned the event
(like the church I attended), seems to suggest to me that there are others who
don’t know what to make of the occasion.
I think
if I was doing things today I would wish to put my own interpretation on the
day, and make it more of
a silence to think of the horrors of war in general,
and a stand in silence and solitude against violence in all its shapes and sizes.
It seems
almost comical now, in a twisted sort of way, the notion that on the 11th
hour, of the 11th day of the 11th month an armistice was
signed to end the “war to end all wars.” The history of the last century, including the start of this present
one, demonstrates the horrible basic truth – man’s inability to live at peace
with his neighbour. But more than that –
it has demonstrated the way in which human life can be seen as a commodity to be disposed of by
those in power, for a cause that more and more often seems indeterminable. As we observe another Armistice Sunday, the
day itself mocks us – for what actually happened on that day back in 1918? Although
both sides acknowledged that World War I was over, they independently chose to
continue fighting on that final day, November 11, 1918, until the armistice hour. It has been claimed that more
men died on the final day of World War I than on D-Day a quarter-century later,
demonstrating what all war is in its essence – the pointless carnage of usually young
lives for no positive purpose, except perhaps the purposes of the politicians and those in power, a fact increasingly apparent as we engage in more
and more conflicts which lack an answer to the whole question “Why?”
Below are just a few of those who have lost their lives in the past few months alone. Their families will be marking this day in a whole new way this year. Men full of life, hope and future – men who loved and were loved, who breathed in the freshness of each new day, who experienced life with all its joys and sorrows – in the same way as we do now. May God comfort those who love them. May He look down on this tragic world of broken humanity in mercy. And may the King of Peace come, and come soon.













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