Today’s
Scripture Reading (December 29, 2017): 1 Thessalonians 5
I heard the bells on
Christmas day
Their old familiar carols
play,
And wild and sweet the
words repeat
Of peace
of earth, good will to men.
Peace, that elusive
moment in which we are entirely without
conflict. Poets have written about it, and
dreamers have dreamed of it. Legislators have written laws that strive to
enforce it. And, yet, rarely has this world experienced peace. Henry Wadsworth
Longfellow’s words still grace this time of year. And yet, seldom do we recognize the pain that exists behind the poet’s words.
The poem, entitled initially “Christmas
Bells” and first published in 1865, was actually
written on Christmas Day 1863, in the middle of the American Civil War.
Longfellow, a pacifist, did not understand how the States could take up arms
against each other. The poet was recovering from a devastating personal blow
that had occurred two years earlier when his wife had died in a fire. And then
earlier in 1863, his oldest son, Charles, had left home without his father’s
permission to go and fight in the war with the Union army. He was severely injured in November, and although
Charles would recover from his wounds, something was lost in the process. As far as Longfellow was concerned, the
war was stealing too much from the people of the United States.
And as Longfellow pondered what had been lost, “Christmas Bells” began to form. The
first three stanzas of the original poem talk about this peace that Longfellow
knew that he was supposed to be feeling, and yet it seemed so far away.
And thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along
The unbroken song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
Till ringing, singing on its way,
The world revolved from night to day,
A voice, a chime
A chant sublime
Of peace on earth,
good-will to men!
I can imagine Longfellow sitting writing the
words while his soul was torn to shreds
by the lack of peace. I can hear the questions in his mind about whether peace was even possible for us who seem to be
doomed to both live and die by the sword.
It is to these feelings of hurt that existed deep down in the core of who he
was that Longfellow dedicated two stanza’s that we no longer sing in our
Christmas Carol.
Then from each black, accursed mouth
The cannon thundered in the South,
And with the sound
The carols drowned
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
It was as if an earthquake rent
The hearth-stones of a continent,
And made forlorn
The households born
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
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!"
The conclusion that we often come to is that
peace is impossible. Even at this sacred time of the year, we do not know real
peace. And the problem is inside of us. As Paul concludes his first letter to
the Thessalonians, he writes these words - May God himself, the God of peace, sanctify you through and
through. Too often we gloss over the
words, after all, peace, even at
Christmas, seems impossible, and we just aren’t sure what that word “sanctify”
means. It is too easy to write the words off as Paul’s way of saying goodbye.
But the words are so much more. They are a prayer that God, the
God of peace, the peace that we all dream
of, would change us and shape us according to his will – and in the process
make peace possible. I need to be changed,
to be formed so that peace is a reality in my life. I need to be molded so that I can chase after the purpose
of God’s heart – peace.
I believe peace is possible, but only as selfishness disappears
and as we are shaped by God’s love and enabled to chase after God’s purpose for
us. I don’t understand Holy Wars. We serve a God of peace. I know, peace sounds impossible, but we also serve a
God who can accomplish the impossible.
Longfellow closes his poem with these words
of hope -
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."
Or as a poet of my generation wrote –
You
may say I'm a dreamer,
but
I'm not the only one.
And
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one.
(John Lennon)
Tomorrow’s Scripture
Reading: 2 Thessalonians 1 & 2