they shall beat their swords into plowshares,
and their spears into pruning hooks;
nation shall not lift up sword against nation,
neither shall they learn war any more.
Isaiah 2:4
When I was a
little boy we had a tradition of going to the cemetery to put flowers on the
graves of relatives. One time we stopped for gas on the way home, and my dad
went inside to talk with the guys who ran the station, while my sister and I
waited in the car with my mother. I asked her about the flags we had seen at
many of the graves and she told me that the flags marked the graves of
veterans. I asked if they had all died in the Second World War, and she said,
no, it just meant that they had served in the military.
Then we talked
about those who had died in the war and she told me that when a family lost a
son they would put a flag in the window (I know there is a tradition of stars,
but I think she talked about flags). Mom had been in high school during the
war, and she was visibly moved by the memory.
“That must have
been very sad for their mothers,” I said, seeing her emotion. “Yes,” she said,
with tears in her eyes, “some families had more than one flag.”
“I wish I had been
alive then,” I said. “I wish I had been in the war. I would have killed all
those Japanese and Germans who made those mothers so sad!”
I was trying to
cheer her up, and I could tell she knew that I meant well. She was quiet for a
moment and then she said softly, “You know, Billy, Japanese and German soldiers
had mothers, too.”
And I said, “Don’t
say that. I don’t want to think about that!”
If we really think
about it, it is almost unbearable. But as Christians, it is precisely what we
ought to think about.
Mom’s thoughts
came back to me as I read, again, the inspiring and emotional words of Julia
Ward Howe, written in 1870.
Arise then ... women of this day!
Arise, all women who have hearts!
Whether your baptism be of water or of tears!
Say firmly:
"We will not have questions answered by
irrelevant agencies,
Our husbands will not come to us,
reeking with
carnage,
For caresses and applause.
Our sons shall not be taken from us to unlearn
All that we have been able
to teach them of charity,
mercy and patience.
We, the women of one country,
Will be too tender of those of another country
To allow our sons to be trained to injure
theirs."
As men have often forsaken the plow
and the anvil at the summons of war,
Let women now leave all that may be
left of home
for a great and earnest day of
counsel.
Let them meet first, as women,
to
bewail and commemorate the dead.
Let them then solemnly take counsel
with each other
as to the means whereby the great
human family can live in peace,
Each learning after his own time, the
sacred impress,
Not of Caesar, but of God.
*This post includes material
originally published on this blog in 2010.
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