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"Unspeakable Fear, Immovable Faith"

Preached on April 25, 1999

by

The Reverend Dr. Thomas C. Sheffield

The extraordinary days through which we have lived have brought back to my memory the title of one particular book. It succinctly says how people are feeling as they have been stunned by scenes and words and reports of a world terrorized and violated. It is Cornelius Plantiga's book ... Not the Way It's Supposed to Be.

People who have lived for generations are not supposed to be uprooted from their homes. They are not supposed to be threatened, murdered, tortured, and forced to live with unspeakable fear.

It's not the way it's supposed to be. Children are not meant to be separated from families and left to fend for themselves. They are to be protected, cared for, loved. They are not be hated and cleansed, that word that itself has been cleansed of its horror, because they are part of a particular group of humanity.

It's not the way it's supposed to be. Youth are supposed to filled with the joy of emerging life, getting ready for college, for jobs, for adventures. They are supposed to be trying on new ideas with freedom, and learning how to make use of the unfolding gifts of their lives. They are not supposed to be filled with such hate and misery that they would force others again to live with unspeakable fear and make the final decisions for life and death as they did in Littleton, Colorado. They are not supposed to be so overwhelmed by resentment and feelings of self destruction that they would seek out those different from themselves to destroy them. Schools are to be safe, protected places that bring out the best in each and ready them to be the shapers of the coming world and century. They are not supposed to be battlegrounds where simple survival would be the greatest hope for a school day. It's not the way it is supposed to be. It is a week that once again has turned everything upside down. Our children are to follow us in death; we are not supposed to be burying our children and we are not supposed to be weeping over their graves.

We do feel that it is not the way it is supposed to be and quite honestly I don't want us to lose that feeling. I want us to hold on to it and be appalled and angry and worried about everything that has happened. It is easy to get used to such violence. It is easy to let it become part of the landscape of our lives. It is easy to begin to ignore and shut it out and pretend it isn't happening, it can't happen to us and it has no meaning for us. It's not the way it's supposed to be can easily become well, I guess that's just the way it is.

It is easy to give up in the face of such horror and hate. It is easy to despair and become paralyzed in the presence of such constant violence. It may be easy. But it is not the way to which we are called. We are called, said, Paul to be steadfast and immovable. We are called said Jesus to disciples even in the face of fear to keep faith and claim the peace that Christ can bring. We are called to persevere in that peace and hold fast to the faith we are given.

How would that be? What would that look like?

A few weeks ago Kathy and Sara and I were able to spend time in Belfast, Northern Ireland. With our friend, the Rev. Douglas Baker, we viewed the remnants of violence. We saw the signs of lasting hate as we passed from Catholic to Protestant sections of the city. Giant posters warning of reprisal and claiming victory framed that section. Huge walls, lined with barbed wire and broken glass, defined each area. For generations they have hated and marched and sometimes killed one another. Doug told us about the ingrained economic, political and military systems that keep the violence and the hate alive and the way intimidation and torture prevent advances in peace from being felt in individual lives and families.

The next day we drove northward to a small village overlooking the sea. There we visited the Corrymeela Community. For more than thirty years the people of Corrymeela have been bringing small groups of Protestants and Catholics together to talk to one another in many cases for the first time in their lives. Year after year, person by person, group by group, school by school, child by child they communicate a different way of life, one defined by respect and love and one gripped by the possibility of peace. They teach new ways to talk to one another and new understandings about each other. They demonstrate through living together in this place that it is possible to live together in peace in all places.

The dedication of Corrymeela reads this way: "We dedicate this house to You and Your work as the God of peace. May it be a place of joy, laughter, and freedom. A place of renewal and refreshment for those who are weary. A place of hope for those who are disillusioned. A place of healing and comfort for those broken and hurt. A place of forgiveness for those who seek a new way. A place of encouragement for those who long for peace and justice. May this house be inspired by faith, maintained by love and enlightened by hope. May its doors be so narrow as to shut out all dissension and mistrust. May they be broad enough to welcome the stranger and the lost. May they be high enough to receive all that is true, honest, lovely and of good report."

Now the question might be asked: "Is Corrymeela successful?" And from many levels one would could say that it isn't. After all the hating goes on, the violence erupts with painful regularity, the walls still seem to be intact in every way. Yet, there they are, undaunted, unyielding, refusing to give up or give in, keeping the peace in the way the world is supposed to be.

Christ calls us to that life. Christ calls us to restore hope when it begins to disappear. Christ calls us to keep working when despair starts to take over. Christ calls us to love exactly at that moment when everyone else is hating.

It is not the time for us simply to shake our heads about the way things are supposed to be and the way things have become. It is time to hold our children more tightly, listen more carefully and speak to them again of peace and hope and love more clearly. It is time to assure our children that knowing God is with them and believing that they are held in God's love they do not need to be controlled by fear or live by fear's rules. It is time to see that all children, regardless of what part of the earth they live, are given what they need for their life's journeys and given a just chance to become all they can become. It is time, not simply to critique our schools, but to pray for them and work with them. It is time to recognize that teachers and counselors and administrators have an enormous task in our day and do need those prayers and our words of encouragement as they seek to reach our children. It is time, too, to give thanks for the children and youth who are part of this church and it is time to see that they continue to be welcomed, cared for, celebrated and loved in every way in our congregational life.

It is time to question all areas of our common life that glorify violence and it is time to question those who would make the right to carry a gun greater than the right of a child to have a life. It is time to remain horrified at the unspeakable acts committed against Kosovars and the atrocities of war inflicted on all innocent people. It is not time to become cynical or hardened, but to become energized and infused with a compassion that is transformed into acts of giving and care. It is time to act in ways that offer them ... all ... each ... hope for a new tomorrow, that God already is making for all creation.

All of that is hard, daunting, thankless, uphill daily work. It is work that fewer and fewer will do. Others will turn away and walk away. Others will find easy answers by finding out whom to blame for what has gone wrong and that with self-satisfaction let themselves off the hook. Only a handful will speak the words that are filled with an awareness of complexity and, at the same time, a compassion for the cries of life. Only a few will have the strength or courage to keep praying for an anguished world. Yet, remember Christ calls you to remember and speak and act and pray. Christ calls you now. Yet, even in this time. Remember, Christ calls you. v