We sometimes forget when we wrestle with different translations, compare gospels, consult Commentaries and generally get ourselves into a tangle preparing for an essay or just a sermon that the gospel stories - and especially the “Obiter dicta” of Jesus - began their life by being told. Books were sparse and readers more sparse; the word had to be spoken and we have just heard the incarnate Word speaking. No doubt Jesus’ wiping the floor with the Sadducees was a favourite. In its form it is a bit like the story of Abraham bargaining with God over the future of Sodom: “If there be only one honourable man left”. Material of which any storyteller could make the most. This lady, with her succession of dying husbands and whose was she in the Resurrection? “Nobody’s, for in heaven there is neither marriage nor giving in marriage. For God is not God of the dead but of the living, the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob”. So they must be, in some way, alive. Elijah and Moses appear to Jesus at the mount of Transfiguration and there is the very mysterious appearance of Samuel to Saul brought about through the agency of the witch of Endor. Jesus doesn’t say much more about the life hereafter even if, in his human body, he knew any more than the teaching of the Jewish Fathers. After the Resurrection the Risen Jesus is both everywhere and nowhere, the gospels become chaotic and busy and a chronic human need is revealed. What is there to look forward to?
What hope is there for those who do not mourn their dead partners, whether they are of the house proud shrew variety - and that’s just the men! Or incurable philanderers. If there is no marriage does it mean that those whom God has joined together are going to be together for eternity? Or, on the other hand, are those who remain in a tested but thoroughly loving relationship, are they going to be separated? Wait until the end.
we think of the millions of war dead. Everybody should visit once the huge war
cemeteries and then look closely at the ages: 16, 17, 18 - and they were the
official ages! They all had parents, wives, sweethearts. What can one say to
them? What it is not is God’s will, ever. A
famous Presbyterian scholar, writing about this said he could not conceive the
God of Love ordering the end of something he has created. Every grave, not just war graves, every death leaves somebody diminished.
man is an Island, entire
of itself; every man is a piece of the Continent,
a part of the main; if a clod be
washed away by the sea, Europe is
the less, as well as if it were a promontory, as well as if a manor of
thy friends or
of thine own were;
any man’s death diminishes me,
because I am involved in Mankind
and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls;
it tolls for thee”. So
wrote John Donne, recovering from a mortal sickness. Especially are we diminished by untimely death, by war or accident.
In the Imperial War Museum there is a big painting, by the American
Painter Sargent, of a casualty clearing station in the 1914 war after the first
gas attack, a blindfolded and bloody man being guided by his mates; you can
smell the fear and sweat. In
the National Portrait Gallery there is another Sargent picture - the same size -
and this is of the first war generals. This one smells too - but of scent - and
there they are all with their highly polished boots; not, of course, polished by
themselves and their claret coloured self satisfied faces; they sent all these
men to their deaths. Never yet, so I
was told, have these two pictures been exhibited together.
than painting a very one-sided description of senior officers, I owe it to one
of them with whom I had a conversation about the responsibilities of the most
senior officers. He told me that the politicians decided that we shall go to war but
he and his fellows were the ones who had to tell people “Go and kill
or be killed". It was very lonely, he
am not a pacifist; I have certainly once in my brief military career been in the
position of either kill or be killed. I
do not recommend it.
in heaven there is neither marriage nor are people given in marriage.; That fits
in with the story but as a description of eternal life it is a bit thin.
We need to turn to poets and musicians and artists to give shape to
“intimations of immortality”. Much
more than 50 years ago when I really was a baby curate in a mining parish and
just after I was priested, I solemnised my first marriage. It was quite
ordinary, a very pleasant young couple and much in love, nor was there a baby on
the way! Three months later there
was a disaster at the pit and the young man was killed. My training incumbent asked me to preside at the funeral, as I knew both
of them, though he would also be there, along with some 300 others and I had to
preach. What I said then I
have had occasion to repeat from time to time and I still stand by it.
I told them that we, that is the congregation, were all mourning, we were
sad because we wouldn’t see him anymore, everybody in the church was sad, save
for the young man whose body lay in the coffin. The embrace of the love of God transcends the gate of death.
today we shall hear the words “We shall remember them” but think just what
that word means; it means “put back together”. Jonathan Graham used to say that whenever he saw someone confined to a
wheelchair he thought of the Resurrection of the dead, for it is in the
Resurrection that we shall all be remembered.
began with a story told by Jesus to vanquish the Sadducees, an argument ad
hominem but once we ponder on marriage - and so of love - we move into the worlds
of poets, musicians and painters: the huge Resurrexit in Bach’s B
minor mass “Praise to the Holiest“, the climax of the dream of
Gerontius, Piero Della Francesco’s picture of the risen Lord and a picture I
spent a lot of time with last week in Venice, the very last picture of Titian, a
dark Pieta, painted literally on his deathbed as the plague leaped through the
city. We were taught that God
is without body, parts or passions but the Son of God, the Incarnate word, had a
body, had parts and certainly passions and he, for us and all humankind, made
that last solitary and mysterious journey into that world of untrammelled love
which lies beyond.
promised that I would say something about the separation occasioned by death,
when we love another and that love is reciprocated and it is that mutual love
which is a foretaste of heaven where love is triumphant. The love and companionship that a lonely old person has from
is but a glimpse, a taste, of the love that awaits us and which the young man
whose body was in the coffin was actually experiencing as we wept.
The generous love of God is not cheap grace, it is costing and so I finish with a verse of a hymn, written by Timothy Rees CR a former principal of the college:
God is Love and he enfoldeth all the world in one embrace
With unfailing grasp he holdeth every child of every race
And when human hearts are breaking under sorrow’s iron rod
they find that selfsame aching, deep
within the heart of God.
Aidan Mayoss CR