On Christmas Day
of 1863, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow penned the poem “I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day.” His oldest son had been badly wounded in
the Civil War the prior month and Longfellow’s wife had died in an accidental
fire. Among the lines were these:
And in despair I bowed my head;
”There is no peace on earth,” I said;
”For hate is strong,
And mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!”
”There is no peace on earth,” I said;
”For hate is strong,
And mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!”
One week ago in
Connecticut, innocent children were gunned down.
It is not a far
leap to wonder if Longfellow was right. Many have asked loudly to Christians
this week “Where is your God” and “How could
Jesus let this happen?”
Young men
storming the beaches of Normandy in World War II, as they lay dying in the
sand, would gasp, crying out for their mothers. We should not dare even try to
imagine the cries of those children that terrible day — the cries left
unanswered; moms and dads not coming to rescue and to comfort.
At Christmas,
those who demand to know where God was must be met with compassion, but also
clearly with the word “Here.” Christ
did not abandon those children. He met many that day with open arms. He
comforts now where parents cannot. He shines even now as a light in the
darkness for those who are willing to see him.
We have become
accustomed in our vernacular to treat evil as the opposite of good or the
opposite of God. Evil is not an opposite; it is an absence — the absence of
good, the absence of God. The act in Connecticut was evil.
God and good
exist. The devil and evil do as well — the incarnation of the absolute void
left in the absence of God. The existence of a Risen Lord does not exempt the
world, even Christians, from evil in the world. We are all born sinners and sin
affects the world as much as sun and rain and air. Bad things do happen to good
people and to innocent children still unaware of the extent of human evil. It
is the nature of this world and why so many long for the next.
Two thousand
years ago Christ was born in Bethlehem. We focus on angels, shepherds, wise
men, and the virgin birth. We focus on the miracle. We ignore the rest of the
story. King Herod sent soldiers to Bethlehem where they slaughtered every boy
under the age of two. The world greeted the birth of the Savior with the
slaughter of innocents.
Two thousand
years later, in a small town in Connecticut, the cries of children and the
sounds of gun fire bring us to reflection and prayer.
And “Jesus wept.”
He weeps now. He
welcomes home the little children and calls for us to persevere and, if we will,
to turn back toward him and bring our society with us. But our society must be
prepared to have larger conversations than whether or not we should regulate
guns or bullets. We must discuss mental health. We should discuss the real
nature of evil. We should know that in this fallen world sometimes there is
nothing we can do.
Longfellow, his
wife dead and thinking his son dying concluded his poem that Christmas Day 149
years ago thusly:
Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
“God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;
The Wrong shall fail,
The Right prevail,
With peace on earth, good-will to men.”
“God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;
The Wrong shall fail,
The Right prevail,
With peace on earth, good-will to men.”
As you head out today
for the Christmas holiday, remember that there is hope for a broken world. May we
all have peace on earth and goodwill to men.
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