Highlights of the week included a visit to the primary school in the village of Laughton on Tuesday. The school is the oldest school still in existence in South Yorkshire and celebrated its 400 birthday this year. It doesn’t surprise me in the least that the oldest school in the County has a strong Church connection. It takes the commitment of Christians to cherish and guard institutions from one generation to the next. The school is small, warm and friendly with a really high proportion of special needs children (though I wouldn’t have known unless someone told me). As well as celebrating a 400th birthday, I was also there to dedicate and open a new quiet space in the playground for children who want to sit and talk rather than run around.
On Wednesday, I led our final Deanery evening on Re-imagining Ministry for Mission in the Ecclesall Deanery in the city of Sheffield. Lots of good people and lots of good questions. More than a thousand people have come to this series of 12 evenings to reflect with the Bishops and Archdeacons on God’s grace and future patterns of ministry in the Diocese. If you would like to know what happened and where we are going there is a PDF of the special booklet on our website here: http://www.sheffield.anglican.org/index.php/follow-the-tour-2012
But the main reason for the post today is my visit to Rotherham this morning for the Remembrance Sunday. There were around 500 people in the Minster for the special service and at least as many again at the Cenotaph afterwards for the Act of Remembrance. There was a sense of reverence and occasion in the town as many different generations gathered. These have been difficult weeks for Rotherham with some tough stories in the national press. In those moments its important to record the good days and the normal days and the annual rhythm of the year.
This is what I was able to say in the Minster this morning:
greater love than this, to lay down his life for his friends” (John 15.13). The words of Jesus
Christ, spoken two thousand years ago on the night before he was crucified, the
night before he lay down his life for his friends.
The words have
echoed down the years and they continue to have a special meaning for those
caught up in armed conflict and for all of us today as we remember. Today is the one
day in the year when we call to mind those who have given their lives in war,
those who have born terrible cost through injury or bereavement or through some
other great sacrifice. It is one
day. But that one day is a symbol for
all of the quiet, private acts of remembrance which happen in homes and hearts
throughout the year. We owe a great
debt to the men and women of our armed services. That debt is both past and present.
The first world
war is real to me because, when I was fifteen years old, I sat and listened to
my grandfather tell the story of life in the trenches, of how he was shot and
left for dead in no man’s land in the Battle of the Somme, kept alive by a
trickle of rainwater. He was found and
rescued after three days. He told me how
one of the stretcher bearers was blown up and killed on the way back to the
front line. How he carried shrapnel in
his leg and head for the rest of his life and was never able to work normally
again. Every family here
will have that kind of story and worse.
It wasn’t that my granddad was always talking of his war
experiences. He told me once and that
was all that was needed.
And for many, of
course, the memories are much more recent and raw, more acute and vivid:
memories of friends and family who have been killed; of units facing action; of
loved ones in danger; of the uncertainty and risk, of courage and heroism in
Iraq, in Afghanistan or some other theatre of war. We make our solemn
act of remembrance today. A symbol for
all the quiet, private acts of remembrance which happen in hearts and homes
throughout the years.
We live in an age
which does not find it easy to speak of death or suffering. Most of the time much of our society is in
denial of the reality of death for all of us, not just those who die in
conflict. We do not want to face it but
all of us will meet our death one day and we are afraid. We cover up our
fear. We pursue pleasure and prosperity,
we occupy ourselves with trivia, we worship fame and celebrity. But it is no
surprise that with every year that passes people have fewer resources within
themselves to cope with tragedy and sudden death.
Our society seems
gripped by mood swings. For much of the
time, people give the impression that life is one long party. Then a tragedy strikes and we see a vast public
outpouring of grief and questions but questions which find no easy
answers. We must do better
for our children, for our young people, for the generations still to come.
I stand here to
remind you today that the Christian faith is the ancient birthright and
treasure house of this country. It is
the faith which shaped our nation, our traditions, our heritage, our values,
our institutions. The Christian
faith is the place where the deepest questions about life and death, suffering
and pain, meaning and purpose find answers which satisfy. The Christian faith proclaims the love of God
for each person in creation, the equality and worth of every individual, the
value of sacrifice, the possibility of forgiveness, the offer of eternal life,
the wisdom to live well in good times and in bad, the strength to build
marriages and families and communities which endure.
greater love than this, to lay down his life for his friends” (John 15.13). In this Act of
Remembrance today we honour those who have made the ultimate sacrifice for
their country. But in this Act of
Remembrance we dare to look further at our questions and our fears and our
hopes for the future. And as you speak
aloud those questions and hopes, I appeal to you to begin the renewal and
rebuilding of your family and your community and your nation by turning again
in a deep and personal way to the ancient and ever new Christian faith, to
Jesus Christ, the one who laid down his life for his friends, to the only one
in history who has overcome death and who offers to each one of us eternal
O God our help in
ages past, our hope for years to come, Be thou our guard
while troubles past and our eternal home.