Fridays are the mornings I sleep late. I had told myself, however, that I was going to get up and watch all of Reagan’s funeral. But alas, it didn’t happen. I lay in bed like a bump on a log until well past 8:00AM. By the time Matilde the chinchilla was done with her morning playtime in the bathroom (and really, few things are as heavenly as that) I was just able to turn on the TV in time to catch the words of Bush I. I did linger to listen to everything the current president had to say.
Once Bush II (is it disrespectful to call him that?) was through, a rather slow version of the Battle Hymn of the Republic began. It certainly is a popular tune with this administration! They played it over and over again on Wednesday, when Reagan’s casket was taken from the caisson into the capitol rotunda, and they played it at the end of the national memorial service on September 14, 2001. It’s an interesting choice, especially since until recently, it was still considered by some Southerners to be a divisive tune. (I actually know folks from down South who consider the lyrics deeply offensive, but that’s another post).
I’ll agree, it’s a heck of a “battle hymn”! As a child, I hated singing the National Anthem (too difficult). “My Country, ‘Tis of Thee” was too obviously “God Save the Queen”. “America, the Beautiful” was utterly uninspiring to a small boy. But gosh, how I loved to sing the “Battle Hymn” in Mr. Purdy’s music class at Carmel River School, and happily, he liked to have us sing it. It always made me feel like marching off somewhere and doing something grand and good! And even as a child, I loved the final verse (back in the day when you could sing this in a public school):
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me:
As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,
While God is marching on.
Just the rhythm of it made me wriggle with excitement when I was ten! But as an adult, I’ve always been entranced by the final couplet. Really, it’s a nice statement of pacifist theology:
As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,
While God is marching on.
The lyrics call “us” to be an army that imitates Christ. It doesn’t say, “As he killed men to make them holy, let us kill to make men free”! If Jesus was a non-violent sacrifice for all humankind, then the nachfolge Christi also requires non-violent sacrifice. Mennonites, like most Christian pacifists, have a long history (see the Martyr’s Mirror) of being willing to die for a cause, just not being willing to kill for a cause. There’s a colossal distinction; it’s one that Julia Ward Howe seems to have made, but not one that our modern culture is willing to make.
Indeed, the only sword wielded in the Battle Hymn is God’s “terrible swift one”. And it would be dangerous, biblically and theologically, to assume that the sword of the state is a mere proxy for the sword of God. Really, I’ve often felt we in the peace church tradition should be singing the Battle Hymn more often, as it reflects our theology better than it does that of our Reformed and Catholic brethren!
Also on the subject of pacifism, Christy had a great post yesterday. I liked this:
I’m not a pacifist because I believe that the world is sunshine and doughnuts, and if we could all just feel the love, everything would be groovy. I’m a pacifist because I believe the world is hard and unfair, violence disproportionately affects the poor and powerless, and I am all too aware of my own violent tendencies. Rather than being a passive thing, being a pacifist should be about actively trying to be a peace-maker in my daily life.
Being anti-war is easy. Peace-making is hard. I suck at it sometimes, but I’m pretty sure I would be much worse at it if I wasn’t even trying. There is no peace without justice, so peace-making has to be about trying to create spaces where both I and the structures around me are treating people with the respect that all image-bearers of God deserve.
I believe that the means are the ends, so I can’t build something good based on anger or fear or disrespect or trying to shove a particular political platform down anybody’s throat. Most of us have come to our particular opinions through our lived experience, not logical arguments, so talking myself hoarse probably won’t change anybody’s mind…
By the way, the classicists out there will have to back me up on this, but the root of “pacifism” is utterly unrelated to the root of “passive.”
Passive, if I remember my Latin, comes from passus sum – “to suffer” (as in the Passion)
Pacifism comes from pax facere – “to make peace” (very active).
Forgive the pedantry.
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