"We met at nine
We met at eight
I was on time
No you were late
Ah, yes I remember it well.
We dined with friends
We dined alone
A tenor sang
A baritone
Ah, yes,I remember it well."
Some of you will doubtless remember those lyrics about a couple with very different memories of their first date, from the film musical "Gigi" by Alan Jay Lerner and Frederick Loewe sang by Maurice Chevalier and Hermione Gingold.
More important today though is the remembering of this day. Do we remember it well?
Certainly today is a day in which we remember those who have fallen in wars going back to 1914 and indeed those who continue to die in the quagmire that is Afghanistan.
It is certainly a day in which we should remember how conflicts have impacted upon often very ordinary people. People whose conduct on the field of battle has been of heroic dimensions. Those too who who have succumbed to instincts of cruelty in their treatment of others especially those of other nations
People who have put themselves in great danger to save the lives of their comrades Those too who have been unable to cope and become frozen in fear sometimes mocked for so called cowardice
And then there is the multitude of civilians who have suffered or even died as a result of military actions - for the past century has taught us all too well that despite the sort of rubbish spouted on television by so called military experts about precison bombings and the likes by the lesson of the past century is that in our modern world civilians die as much in war as combatants.
And also we remember other stories. Those who worked down the mines, on the farms, in a range of reserved occupations. And then there are those who often for religious reasons went against the tide of public opinion by refusing to fight in past wars - sometimes heroically taking on the risks of attending to the injuries of combatants, in other cases imprisoned or just simply rejected by those around them.
You see the conflicts we remember today have deeply affected all sorts of people- and on this day we remember that for far too many the consequence has beeen death or years of living with awful physical and emotional injuries.
I'd like to say that those have experienced these dangers have been honoured. But sadly the reality all too different. Those who fought in the trenches returned to promises of "homes fit for heroes" but the homes did not materialise on anything like a satisfactory basis. And within 20 years some of those who experienced hell on earth would once more catch the eye as Jarrow Hunger marchers coming down from London on their own behalf but also on behalf of others, once needed by King and country now dispossessed of employment and dignity, thrown aside by the nation that they had served. Today all too many of those who have been through our recent wars, depsite the efforts of the Royal British Legion, lack the support they need to cope with civilian lives and to handle the demons of their experiences in ways that do not destroy them further.
You see, to remember them well is about more than just looking back or even wearing a poppy. It is also about appreciating the worth of people through the changing scenes of life, not just when they can be used as pawns on a chessboard.
And in that remembrance we need to grasp the horror of war. Harry Patch the last fighting Tommy alive writes a moving description on an event during the hellish batle of Passchendale;
" We came across a lad from A Company. He was ripped open from his shoulder to the waist by shrapnel, and lying in a pool of blood. When we got to him, he looked at us and said, 'Shoot me.' He was beyond all human help, and before we could draw a revolver he was dead! And the final word he uttered was 'Mother!' "
That is the reality repeated countless times that we remember on Remembrance Day. No wonder Harry Patch, a man whose grasp on humanity was such that he told of aiming at the legs rather than to kill, later in the context of telling of a meeting with a German soldier also well past 100 years of age, makes the assertion that politicians and generals today should hear morningt noon and nightfall;
"War is organised murder and nothing else."
So have we learned? Got to Dachau's concentration camp and you will find the words of Georges Santayana on a memorial -
"Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it."
Yet still it is repeated. Only this month our Ministry of Defence's business plan makes one of its prime priorities the sale of weapons - and despite the weasel words we know full well that successive governments have sold them to some pretty ghastly regimes. One of our top men at defence has spoken of there being no embarassment at the sale of weapons. All I can say is that given the effects of weaponry there jolly well ought to be more than a little embarassment.
So what is the message from God on a day such as this? well we know that from the beginnings of time there have been those who have tried to co opt God as a justification for war. The biblical message of God being the giver of life to all peoples has time and again been ignored. Yet the prophets of ancient Israel dared to challenge the people with the vision of a better way than that pursued by the Kings.
Think for a moment to those verses from Micah that we heard a few minutes ago. In an age of mountinging security Micah looks to a time when swords will be turned to ploughshares, a time when technology will serve the wellbeing of humanity rather than its brutal destruction.
Look to Third Isaiah encouraging a community intent on a return to Jerusalem after long years in exile. His vision is of a new community in which there will be wellbeing and a deep sense of harmony. In this new world even wolves will lay down with lambs and crnivorous wolves will eat straw. for now there will be no hurting or destruction.
And thhen look to Jesus himself advocating relationships with those were seen as the enemies of his people. See him in the Garden of Gethsemane stopping Peter from using the sword in defence of Jesus. And remember that this same Jesus is the one who has already told those who would listent to love their enemies - doubtless madness in the eyes of the local media!
Of course the Biblical witness is not easy. But as a community of faith we need to remember that witness on such a day and to commend it to others. For the vision of Peace is at the heart of our faith as is Shalom to our Jewish friends and Salaam to our Muslim friends.
Today we pay a debt of honour in the act of remembrance. It is right and proper. It looks back but also looks forward. At Yad Vashem in Jerusalem there are to be found the words;
" In remembrance lies the secret of deliverance."
There those words of an 18th century Hasidic Jew are found in the context of the remembrance of the Holocaust. But they are words of wisdom that we hold a meaning for us today.
It is when we remember the horror of war and the peoples it destroys that we become less likely to repeat the past.
It is when we remember the humanity of other nations that our destructive urges are softened.
It is when we remember the way of God as expressed in Jesus that we begin to realise that war does not have the final say.
Today with a range of emotions we look back and remember. But as we do so we commit ourselves to peace. War is not inevitable and if we will but build bridges and look to the ways of God then we can indeed resist the chill winds that breathe hatred and destruction into our world. After all Britons, Americans, Germans, Japanese, Russians,Iraqis and Afghans are alike children of God who belong together. We were created to build one another up not to tear one another apart.
Back to Harry Patch. As he heard the dying soldier cry out "Mother!" he felt it revealed to him that death is not the end, not the last word. On this day may we have our epiphany that war is not the final word. For as our remembrance looks to God we see the highest calling on humanity to put an end to the practice of destroying the lives that are themselves the gift of God.Yes, may it be our resolution to put an end to war that those swords may indeed be turned to ploughshares.
For that is remembering it well!
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