“For me, hope without memory is like memory without hope.” -Elie Wiesel
“…and in the fourth watch of the night…” -Matthew 14:25
It is 3 a.m. on July 3 and I am sleepless. Yesterday I read two more
distressing reports of violence.
And, coincidentally, Elie Wiesel has died. He was a man of
peace who was all too familiar with the violence of Auschwitz—violence gone
mad.
The world seems to have had its fill of violence. When is
enough enough? When will it be over?
It is 3 a.m. and I am watching, waiting, hoping, praying.
Lord, have mercy.
Christ, have mercy.
How long, O Lord, how
long?
“…and in the fourth watch of the night…”
The Romans marked time in three-hour increments as did the
Jews of the first century CE.
Each three-hour increment was called a watch. The first
watch began at sunset. It stretched from 6 pm to 9 pm. The second watch went up
to midnight, the third watch till 3 a.m. and the fourth watch till 6 a.m.—when
the morning began.
In the account of creation found in Genesis, we read that when
the world was made—when everything good and bright and beautiful appeared—it
emerged in a surprising rhythm. “And there was evening and there was morning…”
the text reads.
Evening came first; then morning.
The two form a rhythm, not unlike the contractions of childbirth, pain followed by release. “History is cosmic pregnancy,” writes the
philosopher Peter Kreeft. The new birth will come, but the real labor of life
occurs at night.
Never forget: important things happen in darkness.
“…and in the fourth watch of the night…”
It is still dark outside. I can hear a cardinal—yes, I can
tell the sound of his call—anticipating the dawn with his clear, strong voice.
It is as if he is saying, “Listen! There is life. Listen, just listen!”
Let’s listen. A moment of silence, please, for victims of
violence.
(Pause)
The list takes its toll. It is 3 a.m. and I am sleepless.
Awakened by tragedy. So much tragedy in less than one month.
I am burdened by the nightclub in Orlando.
(Pause)
The airport in Turkey.
(Pause)
The restaurant in Bangladesh.
(Pause)
Four days ago, John Njaramba Kiruga, a Christian leader in
Kenya wrote this brief email to a friend: "Am at Garrisa we had a very
good peace seminar since yesterday. Heading to Mandera tomorrow. Pray for us
pray for Kenya....More details next week. Again pray for us Mandera is not that
safe for now, but we must preach peace at all cost. John."
Pastor John, as he is known, was dedicated to peacemaking
between Muslims and Christians.
His friend, grieving, wrote these words on Saturday. “He had
finished the peacemaking programs and was just one hour outside of Mandera when
the bus he was riding in was attacked by gunman. Five others were also killed.”
A colleague of Pastor John’s wrote:
“Pastor John was a faithful servant who loved God and desired for others to
experience that love…I hope his life of faith inspires a new generation of
Kenyans to live into the calling God has for them.”
A moment of silence for lives taken in Kenya.
“For me, hope without memory is like memory without hope.”
Is there hope? We remember, but memory is not enough. We
need hope.
Is there hope? Will the night end?
In the classic book Night,
Wiesel writes of the night he arrived at the concentration camp: “Never shall I
forget that night, the first night in camp, which has turned my life into one
long night…Never shall I forget these things, even if I am condemned to live as
long as God Himself. Never.”
His was a life dedicated to the practice of remembrance.
Never forget. Never.
In his lecture upon receiving the Nobel Peace Prize in 1986,
Wiesel tells this wonderful story about the power of memory.
A Hasidic legend tells us that the
great Rabbi Baal-Shem-Tov, Master of the Good Name, also known as the Besht,
undertook an urgent and perilous mission: to hasten the coming of the Messiah.
The Jewish people, all humanity were suffering too much, beset by too many
evils. They had to be saved, and swiftly. For having tried to meddle with
history, the Besht was punished; banished along with his faithful servant to a
distant island. In despair, the servant implored his master to exercise his
mysterious powers in order to bring them both home. "Impossible", the
Besht replied. "My powers have been taken from me". "Then,
please, say a prayer, recite a litany, work a miracle".
"Impossible", the Master replied, "I have forgotten
everything". They both fell to weeping.
Suddenly the Master turned to his
servant and asked: "Remind me of a prayer - any prayer." "If
only I could", said the servant. "I too have forgotten
everything". "Everything - absolutely everything?" "Yes,
except - "Except what?" "Except the alphabet". At that the
Besht cried out joyfully: "Then what are you waiting for? Begin reciting
the alphabet and I shall repeat after you...". And together the two exiled
men began to recite, at first in whispers, then more loudly: "Aleph, beth,
gimel, daleth...". And over again, each time more vigorously, more
fervently; until, ultimately, the Besht regained his powers, having regained
his memory.
When a loved one dies we desire to “honor their memory.” We
observe moments of silence to show our honor. Is there more? How does one best
honor the memory of victims of violence?
Pastor John and Elie Wiesel have something in common. They
honor the memory of victims by the practice of peace.
“And he took bread, gave thanks and broke it, and gave it to them,
saying,
‘This is my body given for you; do this in remembrance of me.’” -Luke
22:19
It is now 4:45 a.m. as I write this. The call of the
cardinal has not diminished.
It is the first Sunday of the month and our church has a
custom of taking communion on the first Sunday. It just so happens that this
week the children at our church will lead the service. Since I have the
privilege of working with the children, I will help them.
It is my first time leading communion at our church and I
wanted the church to hear a story we use to help children reflect on the
meaning of the Eucharist.
The story as I will tell it is adapted from two authors
(Sonja Stewart and Jerome Berryman). As I take my place behind the altar table
on which is placed the bread and the wine, I will say:
This table is set in the midst of
violence. This table is a place of crucifixion and resurrection. Because of
that it is, ultimately, God’s answer to a world of violence.
Here is how we talk about this
table when we wonder about its meaning with the children at Grace. The story
goes this way:
I am the Good Shepherd. I know each one of my sheep by name. They
know the sound of my voice.
When I call, they follow.
I lead them to good, green places.
Even when we walk through the valley of the shadow of death, my sheep have
nothing to fear. I am with them.
I prepare a table for them in the
midst of enemies. I prepare a table in the darkness.
I am here in the bread and wine. I
am here in the feast.
Anyone who follows me comes to this
table. All are welcome at this table. Young and old. Rich and poor. People of
all colors come to this table.
This table is a place of peace.
This table is my answer to the world’s violence.
It’s a mystery how something so
small can be so important. It’s a mystery how something so simple and gentle
can be so powerful. This table is my answer to the world’s violence.
At this table there is remembrance in its fullest form. Full
remembrance summons the past to provide hope for the future. In full remembrance,
the past is alive today. The Table is a place of full remembrance. Something
happened and still happens today. That something is forgiveness,
reconciliation, peace. Christ, who could have called ten thousand angels to
liberate him from injustice, laid down his rights instead and suffered the
punishment we deserved. Paraphrasing Peter: “He who had no sin was made sin for
us.”
He did this to conquer enmity, to lay to rest the source of
the endless cycle of violence and counter-violence—the hatred within.
That is why I love the Table of Jesus. It helps us remember
atonement, even as we remember injustice. Because there is redemption at the
Table, our remembrance of injustice cannot paralyze us. Rather, redemption
frees us to act boldly in mercy and love.
“As soon as Judas had taken the bread, he went out. And it was night.”
-John 13:30
Important things happen at night.
When the friends of Jesus were stuck in the middle of the
lake in the middle of a storm that threatened to take their lives, Jesus showed
up “in the fourth watch of the night”—sometime between 3 a.m. and 6 a.m.
You may not believe Jesus actually walked on water but even
taken as a mythic story, there is significance in the detail of timing. The
fourth watch is that time when it still feels like the thick of the night, but
if you just hold on a little longer, the night will be over and the sun will
rise. The fourth watch may begin with nightmares but it ends with awakening. It
is in the fourth watch that Jesus comes to the rescue and calms the storm.
In Luke 20:9-15 Jesus tells a story about an owner of a
vineyard. The owner rented his property to some farmers and then went on a long
journey. When the owner sent a servant to collect his due, the renters beat him
and sent him away. When the owner sent a second servant, the renters treated
him the same way. The owner then sent a third servant and this one they
wounded. Finally, the owner sent a fourth person, his own son—and the renters
killed him.
The repetition is reminiscent of the watches of the night.
The parallel is apparent. It is now the fourth watch and the Son of Man has
arrived. The time is pregnant. The dawn of a new day is upon us.
In Mark 13:34-37 the remarks of Jesus remind us of the
parable of the tenants. He says, “It’s like a man going away: He leaves his
house and puts his servants in charge, each with their assigned task, and tells
the one at the door to keep watch. Therefore, keep watch because you do not
know when the owner of the house will come back—whether in the evening, or at
midnight, or when the rooster crows, or at dawn. If he comes suddenly, do not
let him find you sleeping. What I say to you, I say to everyone: ‘Watch!’”
Note the time sequencing embedded in Jesus’ words: In the
evening (9 p.m.), at midnight (12 a.m.), when the rooster crows (3 a.m.) and at
dawn (6 a.m.).
This same three-four pattern is reflected repeatedly in
connection with Jesus’ passion. Notice that the Passover supper is observed at
sunset, in the early evening. When the meal is finished, Jesus goes with the
eleven disciples (Judas had left already) to the Garden of Gethsemane to pray.
He asks Peter, James and John to pray with him but they fall
asleep. He asks them again, but they
fall asleep. Finally, he asks them a third time and when he returns, the “fourth
watch” is nigh.
Mark 14:41 says: “Returning the third time, he said to them,
‘Are you still sleeping and resting? Enough! The hour has come.” (emphasis added)
Later, Peter is questioned by those who would see Jesus
killed. He denies it…three times…and then the rooster crows. Note the parallel
with the text in Mark when Jesus says we will know the “end” is near when the
rooster crows.
What is surprising about the narrative from a literary
standpoint is this: if this were “just a story” the author would tend to craft
it to “resolve” at daybreak. But with the story of Jesus we pass through the
third and fourth watch of the night and when the dawn comes the worst is yet to
be. He is nailed to the cross at 9 a.m. (at the close of the “first watch of
the day”) and he dies around 3 p.m., when the “fourth watch of the day” is just
beginning. His body is taken down from the cross and buried before 6 p.m.
Friday which is when the Sabbath began.
Then, there is Sabbath. That in itself is interesting to
ponder. But note: Jesus is in the grave for two nights and then...prior to the
end of the fourth watch of the night, he is raised from the dead.
Like the rescue of his friends in the midst of the storm,
Jesus comes “just in time” when the darkness seems to be most dense.
Important things happen at night. The question is: what
should we do when the darkness thickens as it has this past month? What should
we do when terror and fear seem to grow stronger and stronger?
Don’t take this question as if I am an end-times nut, but I
wonder…what should we do in this “fourth watch of the night”?
Elie Wiesel reminds us never to forget the atrocities of the
night. That is a good start and it may be a good ending, too—especially if the
remembrance is a “full remembrance” where the past speaks to a future hope.
But, I still wonder…what else is important to remember and
practice in these dark days? And I am especially thinking of those who say they
follow Jesus when I ask this.
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Jesus said, “My kingdom is not of this world. If it were, my servants
would fight…But now my kingdom is from another place.” -John 18:36
As I finish these reflections it is now 12:15 a.m. on July
4. July 4…an important day in the collective consciousness of the United
States. It is no coincidence this sense of “darkness” feels overwhelming to
many, many people.
It is an election year. Already the campaign has been ugly.
There is a sense of hopelessness as voters begin to weigh their options. Should
one vote for the “bad” candidate or the “less bad” candidate?
Many Christians wonder: “What is happening to us?” By “us”
is meant…America—and Christians.
The darkness seems dense. What is one to do? I offer some
thoughts.
I find Jesus’ words to Pilate instructive: “My kingdom is
not of this world. If it were, my servants would fight…But now my kingdom is
from another place.” -John 18:36
The context here is that Pilate “threatened” Jesus with his
power. Christ’s response is telling: his power cannot be taken away by any
government, whether political or religious.
I will not mince words here. Christian: the practice of your
faith does not depend on governmental backing or any kind of Constitution, no
matter how “perfect” we think that Constitution may be.
What’s more, if Jesus’ words are true (and I think they are)
you should remember that no one can “take away” your “rights” because in this
world you have no rights. You belong to Christ’s kingdom and that kingdom is
not of this world.
These days I hear lots of talk about how Christian “religious
liberty” is being threatened. But how can that be? Christian liberty is not
something that can be granted by political process. Religious liberty is
something you have or don’t have. It is intrinsic to your being and no one can
take that from you, no matter how difficult they may make life for you.
Because “religious liberty” is an intrinsic quality, we need
not feel threatened by the ebb and flow of external favor…by the populace, the
media, the government or the strength of those who practice a faith different
than yours.
Remember: there is no such thing as compelled liberty. A
liberty that requires legislation is not true liberty. Laws may attempt to protect
liberty but the deepest forms of liberty do not need laws. That is Christian
liberty.
Speaking of protection, the Christian does not need the
protection of guns to practice the faith. To follow Jesus one does not need a
firearm. The Christian answer to violence is the Table not the pistol.
This does not mean it is wrong to own a gun. It simply
means: you do not need a gun or even an amendment guaranteeing the “right to
bear arms” to follow Jesus. Gun or no gun, you can follow Jesus.
The greatest “weapon” in the Christian’s arsenal during dark
times is simply this: light. I know that sounds naïve, but it is really true.
Our greatest defense against the dark is light.
That light is love, sacrificial love. That light is
inviting. That light invites. There is no coercion with light. There is no
strong-armed politics with light. Light needs no spin. It is simple and pure.
It is warm, bright and cheerful. It is hospitable, even to strangers. Light is
friendly. Warm lights make good neighbors. The light of Christ is not diminished
when we share it freely. On the contrary, all new light taken from the original
light leaves the original light intact and only adds to the light. Light shared
freely multiplies.
In the fourth watch of the night reach for the light.
In the fourth watch do not reach for your Constitution. The
Constitution is not the light. The Constitution may fail one day, but the light
of Jesus never will.
In the fourth watch do not lose sleep about your candidate
and their platform. In the fourth watch look for Jesus. He will come to you
walking on the water if he has to, in the midst of the storm. He will go to
hell and back for you. He will fight without a sword. He will tear down the
walls, not build them. In the fourth watch, he opens his arms to all. In the
fourth watch, we can open our arms, too—because we are safe in him.
“During
these many tedious and distressing hours of storm and tempest, of darkness and
danger, Jesus saw his disciples, though they saw not him: he beheld their
perplexity and fear, while they were conflicting with the winds and waves, and observed
how they toiled in rowing: yet he delayed all this time to go to their relief;
seeing it proper so long to try their faith and patience. But in the fourth
watch — When, it is probable, as the storm was not at all abated, they had
begun to despair of deliverance; Jesus went unto them, walking on the water —
agitated, stormy, and tumultuous as its billows were. Thus God often lengthens
out the troubles of his people, and defers the time of their deliverance. But
when things are come to an extremity, and they are ready to think he hath
forgotten them, he unexpectedly appears for their relief and rescue; of a
sudden the storm becomes a calm, and they are happily brought into a safe port.
Thus, in the morning watch he appeared for Israel in the Red sea, troubled and
dismayed their pursuing enemies, and delivered his people: and in all ages the
extremity of his church has been his opportunity to visit and appear for her.
He that keepeth Israel neither slumbers nor sleeps, but has constantly his eye
upon them, and, when there is need, walks in darkness for their succour,
support, and comfort.” (Benson Commentary;
Matthew 14:25)
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