Incline your ear,
O Lord, and answer me,
for I am poor and needy.
Preserve my life, for I am devoted to you;
save your servant who trusts in you.
You are my God; 3 be gracious to me, O Lord,
for to you do I cry all day long.
for I am poor and needy.
Preserve my life, for I am devoted to you;
save your servant who trusts in you.
You are my God; 3 be gracious to me, O Lord,
for to you do I cry all day long.
The
opening of our psalm as it appears in the NRSV – and variations of
these words have surely been poured out in many places across the
world this past week.
In
Gaza, in Iraq, in Syria...and closer to home as well, men, women and
children have cried out to God in the face of unspeakable violence,
terror and pain.
They
have cried for deliverance and yet the violence continues.
Where
is God?
Why
does he do nothing?
Does
he not care at all?
Today's
readings may not present an answer to those agonised questions...but
this Cathedral, itself born from the ashes of war, of hatred, cruelty
and violence, must surely be a safe place in which to ask them...for
they are real and urgent, not simply for those who find themselves
under fire as I speak, but for all of us as we try to live on in a
world where such things can happen, where children are beheaded or
buried alive – and nobody seems to intervene.
So
– is there anything in our Scriptures to help us?
Can
we find something to allow us hold on to faith in God, if not in
humanity?
Today's
psalm is one of many in the Hebrew Bible that give voice to lament –
for individuals and for nations.
Already,
by turning the stuff of raw suffering into prayerful poetry, the
psalmist implies that there must be a pattern somewhere.
He
fits his bitter experience into a framework that contains and shapes
it, so that it may not simply overwhelm his life, and leave him in
despair.
As
we hear his words sung, the tranquil chord progressions of Anglican
chant belie the intensity of the writer's emotions, - so that the
music provides a short-cut from current pain to the equilibrium he
strives to discover.
Beyond
the cataclysms of here and now, is there any certainty of a larger
purpose, an ultimate good – or is it all pain, discord, horror...?
Let's
use our psalm to reflect together – on the pain of our brothers and
sisters, on God's role as they suffer, and what this might mean for
our faith.
It
is, and always has been, a huge problem.
Sometimes,
it seems that we in the Church have ducked the issue, refused to
engage with it, as if some questions were too huge, too fearful to
bring to God, lest God's answer is somehow inadequate...but such
evasion is futile.
Better
by far to follow the lead of our psalmist, who begins by being
absolutely real about his situation.
There
is no room for polite pretence here.
Things
are utterly bleak and he is at the end of his tether. Poor and needy,
with no resources of his own – all he has is a relationship with
the God whose past performance encourages him to believe that God
will, against the odds, act again.
Sometimes,
of course, the past is
all we can hold on to...the remembrance that once upon a time the
world seemed a kinder place, God's presence a tangible reality,
everything ordered as it should be.
It's
that kind of understanding that shaped the words found scratched on a
wall in Auschwitz
“I
believe in the sun, even when it is not shining. I believe in love,
even when I cannot feel it. I believe in God, even when God is
silent”
But those are not words I
would dare to offer in Gaza this week...nor drop unthinkingly into
conversation with a family grieved beyond imagining by their
experience of loss and suffering.
Remembering sunshine does
not warm you as you shiver with cold, and past performance does not,
of itself, guarantee a future hope.
Still
the psalmist revisits a happier time, both to reassure himself and,
it seems, to remind God of what God could be doing.
He
enters the long established tradition of bargaining with the
Almighty, hoping to persuade him to change his mind, take a different
approach – as Abraham pleaded for the citizens of Sodom and
Gomorrah, - as the Samaritan woman would with Jesus...
In
point of fact, he seems to be trying something very much like
flattery
“there
is none like you among the Gods O Lord...You alone are great and do
wondrous things” - like rescue me from my enemies...
But
the evidence is not encouraging. The enemies remain present, rising
up against him...and God is doing nothing.
Tempting
at this point to walk away, to abandon faith...but this way lies
ultimate despair and the end of any impetus to make a difference.
Eli
Wiesel realised this, writing in the wake of the Holocaust.
"Master
of the Universe, I know what You want- I understand what You are
doing. You want despair to overwhelm me. You want me to cease
believing in You, to cease praying to You, to cease invoking Your
name to glorify and sanctify it. Well, I tell you: No, no - a
thousand times no! You shall not succeed. In spite of me and in spite
of You, I shall shout the Kaddish, which is a song of faith, for You
and against You. This song You shall not still, God of Israel."
Though
God can't be won round, manipulated to suit our agenda, though the
pain of life may be more than we can bear, yet still, retaining the
audacity to believe despite everything is the only way to move
forward.
As
Job discovered, having walked a path of deep and bitter suffering, in
the end God is God, his thoughts and ways beyond us...
This
is the place that our psalmist reaches, when he prays
That
is the only way.
There
is no sense that his problems have eased, for his fervent pleas
continue til the very end of the psalm...but these lines are a
turning point, as he recovers an underlying confidence that has
nothing to do with the external situation, a new equilibrium that
comes from believing in a greater purpose.
While
he is still surrounded by enemies, his inner being is stronger than
ever before for he triumphantly reasserts his relationship with God,
his refusal to be driven to unbelief
“You
have delivered my soul from the depths”
Fine
– I hear you say.
And
that helps the children of Iraq, the Palestinians shelled out of
their homes, the Syrian refugees exactly HOW?
And
you're right.
On
one level there is no help, no comfort here at all – and there is
so much need
But
if we pray that prayer seriously, then perhaps help will come...as we
find ourselves moved by our prayers to become an answer in ourselves.
Perhaps
the inhumanity that fills our tv screens can become an impetus for
responses from us that proclaim a greater humanity – a
demonstration of what it means to be shaped by and held in
relationship with the God whose whole being is sacrificial love.
Pray
with sincerity, and with an openness to God's call, and who knows
what may happen.
Andrew
White went from this place to achieve incredible things for God as
the Vicar of Bagdhad...and I'm certain that Coventry has something
particular to bring to the table as human intransigence and a longing
for peace confront one another across the Middle East and beyond.
Certainly,
there is nothing to be gained by disowning God, by placing all the
blame for human suffering on his shoulders and walking slowly away.
After
the war, a group of rabbis met to reflect on the atrocities that had
taken place (atrocities that are used somehow, to give Israel a
mandate to perpetrate further crimes against humanity)
They
met to determine where blame might lie – in human sin or in divine
indifference.
Could
God have prevented the slaughter of God's chosen people?
Could
God BE God, if He was either powerless or unresponsive?
The
conversation was long, emotional, exhausting and the debate lasted
painfully into the night.
Finally
a decision was reached.
The
ultimate guilt lay with God.
That
group of men whose adult lives had been dedicated to serving God and
his people looked at one another.
What
would happen now?
How
could they go forward from this place?
There
was a profound silence.
Then
someone went to the window, drew back the curtains, and they saw that
it was dawn.
"Come,"
said a voice from around the table "It's time to worship God."
So
in the face of human hatred and human need, in the face of our own
indifference and our own helplessness, in the face of all the powers
of darkness and destruction that seem to have the upper hand – it
is time to worship God...to reaffirm our faith, however fragile, and
to ask that God will enable us to walk in his truth til that truth
shapes the whole world, and the Kingdom comes.
2 comments:
'It's God they ought to crucify
Instead of you and me
I said to the carpenter
Hanging on the tree'
('It was on a Friday morning' - Sydney Carter)).
'It's God they ought to crucify
Instead of you and me
I said to the carpenter
Hanging on the tree'.
('It was on a Friday morning' - Sydney Carter)
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