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Cemeteries, Picnics, Thanksgiving
Romans 13:10
Gettysburg Presbyterian Church
Harry G. Winsheimer
May 24, 2009
This weekend is schizoid. It has so many personalities. In
my earlier parishes, I knew what I would do on Memorial Day morning:
I would be with about ten or twenty hatted VFW or American Legion
honor guards, a politician and a handful of citizens. At
the corner of the cemetery or at the memorial to the war dead,
the following brief ceremony would take place. I had a prayer,
a declaration of the day as a memorial was read, the flag saluted,
a politician lauded the war dead, the honor guard fired its disjointed
salute, someone blew taps nearby followed by the echo taps from
far away. I said a benediction. We replaced our hats,
folded the flags, drove home or to the American Legion for lunch.
I recall
observing the folk at those ceremonies, a scant representation of the citizenry,
the same folk every year. Some cried. Others stood quietly. In
many cases, they came because family wholeness had been ruptured by war's
larceny of a brother or husband or father or son. I would stand there
not having lost anyone to war, yet moved by the unskilled reminder of our
past, the price of liberty savagely bought and graciously handed to me when
I emerged from my mother. Reminded by Legionnaire and politician that
all in the world are not presented with such a birthright. Cars roared
by, their occupants rushing to only God knew where, maybe to a picnic, motor
and tires occasionally drowning all but the crack of the Springfields and
the near bugle. I wondered about the contrast. On one hand,
patriotic and family commemoration, and on the other, holiday fun. The
same day, the same moment, the same birthright, maybe even the same loss---a
remnant stood in solemn ceremony, while many raced to their picnic.
On this,
the first holiday weekend of the summer, the roads are busy. The main
arteries near our major cities will be parking lots. The Park will
have people like blades of grass. The sun will scorch wintered bodies. The
tablecloth will be spread; drink and food will be consumed like a supersonic
jet gulps aviation fuel. Families will assemble, tales be told, the
latest arthritic ache described, the future plans of graduates vividly painted
in pain-less beauty. The soft ball will be thrown from right field
by the unconditioned arm of Uncle John, and tomorrow he will not be able
to get that arm to the top of the steering wheel. That is, if the
terrible of terribles does not happen: RAIN. Rain is the spoil sport
of Memorial weekend. On this weekend, to have rain is to be convinced
of the falseheartedness of nature.
Cemeteries,
picnics---two of the personalities of this weekend. Both have their
blessing. The cemetery reminds us of the frail, chrystal goblet nature
of our lives, and encourages us to keep installed the window screens of
society lest tyranny get to us. The picnic warms us with the comfort of
a blanket of friends; and we forget about cemeteries and lay-offs and paying
for the root canal. For a few hours, we laugh and enjoy. The
world is heaven! It is good to be alive! But, is that all? Cemeteries
and picnics?
How
about prayers of thanksgiving?
I thank
God for the troops, past and present, who sacrificed, even to maiming and
death, that I may enjoy freedom. I thank God for the troops this morning
who obey and risk in the service of our nation. I thank God for families,
who worry and wait for their loved one in harms way.
I thank
God for the freedoms which we have.
I thank
God that our ancestors had both the intuition and the courage to create
this republic with laws which protect individuals. As President Lincoln
succinctly and eloquently condensed it: "government of the people,
by the people and for the people."
I thank
God for the men and women who kept the ideals and the laws of the nation,
protected freedoms, and handed on to us these freedoms to enjoy, preserve
and share. One example is our assembling in this room for worship. Did
you pause this morning to evaluate the cost of coming here? Did you
quiver in fear that government agents would be here takings names? No! We
assume that we have the right to worship together. Peace is not a
right of many of our brothers and sisters in the church catholic. This
Lord's Day, some of them had to assemble before going to work, because they
work in a society which does not give even token respect to a Lord's Day. Some
of them knew that the government controlled what the priest or minister
would say, as in Moslem countries and was the case for decades in communist
nations. When you came today, you did not know what religious or
political ideas I would proclaim. You may be offended, insulted, edified,
instructed or amused, but you are not afraid of being in my audience.
Lest
we assume, or teach any citizen to assume, that this freedom to worship
is a right given us by the government, let me state unequivocally that it
is not! Our freedom to assemble is not the right of government workers
to deny or to give. Two fertile beliefs of our founding parents were
that people had certain rights and that government existed to serve the
people. This is rooted in sound theology. We do not belong to
the government or to the individuals who for the moment occupy a position
of authority in that system. We belong to God! We are God's
creatures.
On a
Friday morning at about 3:30 I awoke with a busy mind and could not relax. I
turned on the TV, but failed to find anything interesting. Then, I
came upon a propaganda movie about Hitler and his Germany filmed in the
'30s. It showed Nazi leaders and Hitler addressing up to 200,000 German
boys and men. The speakers were master orators. I was impressed. But,
what they said made me shiver, literally. They lauded the German fatherland
and the Aryan race as superior and capable of accomplishing anything. What
really curled my skin were the comments about Hitler: Heil Hitler,
the model human, praise Hitler, serve Hitler, Hitler, Hitler, Hitler! Burrr! Chilling! Repulsive! The
antithesis of what I believe.
I believe
that we are God's people. Fundamentally we answer to God. In
the course of living our lives as God's people, we need numerous services
which may be supplied by government organization and employees. But,
those people being compensated by tax monies are "public servants, "not
overlords." Only God is Lord! When I pledge allegiance
to the flag of these United States, a small tingle ripples through me, an
expression of my pride and gratitude for this nation built upon the belief
that rights belong to people answerable to God.
I firmly
believe in the phrase, "under God." With all my reverence
for this nation, I know that its people are corrupted by power, self-gratification,
egotism, vanity, selfishness and just plan meanness. Therefore, I
believe that our founding parents were smart. They had much terrible
experience with government. They did not trust government people. Kings
and queens had abused and used them like doll babies. Disney has fantasized
the ugly reality of kings and queens. There were no serfs, according
to Disney's rewrite of history. Everyone was a princess or knight. No
one forked the manure. No seven-year-old girl died because the queen
wanted to throw the most magnificent ball and confiscated the best food. In
our fantasies, we have no room for dungeons where father was sent because
he could not pay his bills, resulting in his children being sold into slavery. Our
memories select the history which makes us feel good. However, living
in those times, our founding parents wanted to prevent such tyranny from
ever oppressing citizens. They wanted neither citizens nor leaders
to believe in the fantasy of divine right to privilege and abusive power.
I appreciate
the words "under God," not only because they mean that God blesses
our nation. That is not all that the words mean. I believe that
we are responsible to God for our use of power. Therefore, whether
we be president, congressman, senator, judge, park ranger or secretary in
the local IRS office, we view our work as a trusteeship. For custody
it is. We must appear before God Almighty and report on our stewardship.
We know
that God looks at certain behaviors. From the prophets, we learn that
God will ask: "Are the poor widows cared for? Do they have
enough to eat? Are they treated equally with the rich chief corporate
officer in your courtrooms? Are the sick and orphaned provided care? Does
the alien receive courtesy and equal treatment in your courts? Do
you secretly see yourselves as diminutive gods deserving unique privilege? Are
you indifferent to the persons who drive and repair the limo, the cook whose
food you eat, the 20 year old black man who cannot find work, the elderly
woman who cannot pay her physician's bills so she suffers in hiding?" The
prophets teach that those are the questions which God will ask on Judgment
Day.
When
a stretched black limousine passes we turn and look, hoping to see who rides
in the back seat. The darkened windows always forbid us from learning
the secret. But, the rider inside knows. She feels important. She
must be important to ride in the symbol of high class! Nonetheless,
darkened windows will not block God from knowing motives or behavior. Nothing
can. God's vision penetrates any shield or disguise.
“Under
God” is in our Pledge of Allegiance, but under attack. Some
would delete it. I would not be surprised that someday a judge will
declare it to be illegal. I want to keep it. Even if illegal,
it will still be true!
"Under
God" means that God knows, God cares, God judges, God is boss.
I thank
God for those leaders who think of themselves as stewards under God. I
thank God for public servants who endure the stress, the inner conflict,
of trying to be helpful yet have too few resources. But the keep trying! I
thank God
for those who do not see government work as a means to stuff the
pockets, for those who are asking, "How can we create opportunity for
the illiterate black girl who grows up in the ghetto? How can we best
pay for astronomical medical bills so that poor people will receive medical
care, yet not break the economy? How can we be God's stewards of
the environment and encourage industrialization with jobs at the same time? How
can we preserve the right of Christian churches to speak out on public issues
and at the same time save the concept of separation of church and state?" I
thank God for citizens and leaders who believe their role to be custodians
of rights and freedoms. Thank God for "public servants”.
I make
this foundational point because I fear that it is a belief becoming as rare
as the buffalo. Americans are drifting into the attitude that God
does not care, or will not affect our national life. Or, just as heretical,
we are viewing God as the servant of our nation -- God’s role is to
bless us. In truth, God may bless us, if God chooses. Certainly
God’s role is to judge us! That is clear in the Old Testament. Also,
clear in the Old Testament is this truth: God blesses the nation who deserves
to be blessed. From the time the Hebrews chose their first king, God
repeatedly sent prophets to confront the middle and upper classes and government
to protect the rights of people and meet their needs.
I speak
of values, of ideals, of our sense of integrity, of who we want to be. Vague
stuff, some might think, yet as concrete as the freedom to rise
this morning and without fear to gather in this room to worship our God,
as foundational as the freedom to go to a picnic tomorrow.
As we go
to the cemeteries or our picnics this weekend, may we thank God
for our rights and freedoms, including assembly for worship or for picnics. May we
thank God for troops and their families. May we thank God for those
who see themselves as God's trustees. May we pause to pray that we responsibly
use rights and freedoms, carefully preserve them and generously share
them.
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