9 November 2008
Remembrance Sunday – Stone
Readings: John 15:9-17
We are here on this Remembrance Sunday, firstly, to remember and to honour the men from this village who gave their lives in the service of their country during the First World War. We remember them by naming them – we have named them out loud in the presence of each other and in the presence of God and their names are ever in this church on the memorial plaque. Having named them we have sought to honour them by standing in silence. In the midst of our lives of constant chatter, noise and busyness our willingness to be still and to be silent for the sake of the memory of others is in many ways the most profound and meaningful thing we can offer them.
The men we have remembered here today each made the ultimate sacrifice: They left their homes and family in this peaceful corner of the world, received short basic training, crossed the channel in crowded troopships and were eventually killed in the hell-on-earth that was the trenches. They gave up their lives doubtless for a variety of motives – yes, some out of love for their friends and comrades, some for love of family, some for duty to King and Country. I am sure that none of them left these shores either expecting or wanting to die – in the early days of the war they probably expected a swift adventure followed by a heroes’ return – but when the reality of war became apparent they still did their duty and they never returned physically to home or to family. Our naming of those men in this place both on the memorial plaque and out loud this morning and at every Remembrance Sunday is, in many ways, the only homecoming that they can ever receive.
May light perpetual shine upon them, may they rest in peace and rise in glory. Amen.
But, as important as it is, remembering those from Stone who died in the 1914-18 War is not and cannot be the sole reason for our service this morning – to take such a view would be simply too parochial and, bearing in mind that we have brought ourselves consciously before God in this place, I think it would also be too narrow, theologically. As Christians we are called to be followers of Christ and that calling should make us at least attempt to take a wider and deeper look at the past and at ourselves.
As you are all doubtless aware this year is the 90th Anniversary of the end of the Great War. I was born in the year of the 50th Anniversary and, perhaps shockingly, by the time my daughter takes her GCSEs it will be the 100th Anniversary. For my children’s generation the Great War will be little more than ancient history – an event which fits somewhere after the Tudors but before the invention of the internet. Some have argued that as it becomes increasingly historic so Remembrance Sunday becomes increasingly irrelevant and that we should move on. I don’t agree with that view for two reasons – firstly because all the people who died in war deserve the homecoming that remembrance gives them and secondly because “Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.”
The First World War was the first mechanised war in which tanks and machine guns replaced cavalry and rifles. It was the first war in which planes were used to drop bombs and gas and it was the first war to use heavy artillery. Millions of soldiers on all sides were killed or injured as were many civilians. A generation of young men across Europe was nearly entirely lost. The scale and the horror of the war was such that it seemed impossible and unthinkable that it could be repeated and it was called by some ‘the war to end all wars’. Now imagine for a moment that it had been the war to end all wars. If these men from Stone and the millions of others had really been the last to fall victim to war and that the last 90 years had been years entirely without war then this service would feel very different, the world would be very different and we would know that despite the horrors of the trenches that something new had been wrought in the souls of mankind.
But unfortunately reality is very different and we know that notwithstanding the sacrifice of so much life on the battlefield that it was not the war to end all wars and that many millions more lives have been lost subsequently in all the wars and conflicts that have filled the last 90 years around the world. Not only did the bitterness and unresolved issues of the First World War lead ultimately to the Second World War in which even more millions of lives were lost but I believe that from 1945 to the present day there has only been one year in which a British service man has not been killed in a conflict somewhere in the world, including of course the ongoing conflicts in both Iraq and Afghanistan.
Bearing in mind that most people most of the time want nothing more from life than to live in peace in their homes with their families what is it within humanity that creates this apparently insatiable appetite for war? At heart, and beneath all the surface reasons for any individual conflict, the answer to that question is, I think, the deeply unfashionable word: sin. By sin I mean the separation or the distance that lies between the people that we are and the people that God made us to be. And what, you may ask, did God make us to be? Part of the answer to that question lies in the reading from John 15 that we had slightly earlier. In that short passage the word ‘love’ is used nine times: We were created in the image and likeness of a loving God for the express purpose of being a loving people – this short passage says twice in plain and simple terms that we should love one another:
‘This is my commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you”
and;
“I am giving you these commands so that you may love one another.”
I don’t know whether any of you saw the Michael Palin programme last week about the last day of the Great War and about all the people that died in the last few hours and minutes before the armistice. It was full of sad and shocking stories none more so than the American General whose actions in the last day of the war caused the death of 3000 men simply to teach the Germans that they had been well and truly beaten. However there was something in that program that I found even more poignant than any of the stories that were told in words – and that was the image of both the Allied and the German cemeteries that were filled with images of the cross.
I would dare to suggest that if we took the command to love one another sufficiently seriously and if we understood that Christ went to the cross to overcome our separation from God and from each other then we could celebrate Remembrance Sunday as truly marking the end of war. I suspect that that is the sort of celebration that the men we have remembered here this morning would have wanted.
Rev Paul White 