Sunday, July 31, 2011

It’s Complicated

The Rev. Dr. Whitworth Ferguson III
Manassas Presbyterian Church
Manassas, Virginia
July 31, 2011

It’s Complicated
Micah 6:8
He has told you, O mortal, what is good;
   and what does the Lord require of you
but to do justice, and to love kindness,
and to walk humbly with your God

A letter dated March 30, 1978:
“Dear Mr. Ferguson:
We regret to inform you
that we will not be able to offer you
a place at Harvard Law School
in the class of 1981.
        
We would like to explain our decision.
There once was a day when young men like you
were the ones we routinely admitted:
men from New England and the Northeast;
educated at prep schools and Ivy-League colleges;
Protestant;
White;
men who, when they heard the word “squash”,
thought of a sport rather than vegetable.

But those days are gone.
Over the past few years
we have witnessed an explosion of applications
from an increasingly diverse pool of applicants.
We now realize we need to respond
by seeking a diverse class that better represents
the demographics of the world
into which we send our graduates.

We now actively seek candidates from less well-known schools;
candidates from states in the south and the west;
candidates who are African American,
Native American,
Asian American,
Latino;
candidates who may be the first in their family
to have graduated from college;
candidates who may not present grades and test scores
that are competitive,
but who display other qualities,
including having overcoming adversity,
that indicate their potential to be outstanding lawyers.

It was barely a decade ago
that we routinely denied admission to women,
on the assumption that any woman in the class
did not intend to make a life-long career in law
but would leave practice within a few years of graduation
to get married and raise a family.

Were this 1968 rather than 1978,
we would be acknowledging your application
with an offer of admission.
But one of the few constants in the world is change
and we have to adapt to the transformations
we find all around us.

More important,
we believe that we are called not only to teach justice,
but also called to do justice
by removing artificial barriers
we had erected in our admissions policies
over the past 100 years
and reach out more broadly, deeply, and purposefully
to assure that our graduates reflect
the rich diversity of our nation,
and indeed, the world. 

We are confident you will find your place
at an outstanding law school
and go on to an exemplary and fulfilling career as a lawyer
and we wish you every success in the future.

Very truly yours,
The Admissions Office of Harvard Law School”

This was not the rejection letter I received
from Harvard Law School back in 1978
after I had applied,
but it might just as well have been.
Admission standards at colleges, law schools,
business and medical schools
had changed drastically over the previous ten years
as schools sought to open their doors wider
to a broader, more diverse group of students,

For Harvard Law School
there were too many WASPs from the Northeast
just like me in the applicant pool
and some would have to make way
so the school could create a very different class
from what had been the norm for decades.

I knew it was the right thing to do,
that Harvard and other schools were attempting to correct
for injustices built up and built in over the years.

But still, where was the justice if I was penalized
for a situation over which I had no control,
for attitudes I had no part in creating,
for mindsets that existed long before
I was even born?
                 
Was showing a preference to one person
at the expense of another person,
showing a preference to a person
with lower grades and scores
just to respond to the need to diversify,
was that fair,
was that just?
                 
Or was it, as some argued at the time,
“reverse discrimination”?
No more just,
even if well intentioned.
                 
At age 23, I was beginning to learn that
this justice business was and is complicated!

We heard in our lesson such simple, direct words:
“what does that Lord require of you
but to do justice.”
But what does that mean – to “do justice”?
In this context, it isn’t just a legal term,
a term applied only in a courtroom.

To do justice is how we are called to live
in every part of our lives
as children of God and disciples of our Lord Jesus Christ.

The word “justice” appears almost 200 times in the Bible,
references scattered within books of both
the Old and New Testaments.
The command is always the same:
God calls us to seek justice,
to work for justice,
to do justice,
in the same way we are called to seek peace,
work for peace.

Justice is at the top of God’s list of things and behaviors
God considers not just important,
but essential for his world, his Kingdom.
And conversely,
injustice has no place in God’s world,
God’s kingdom.

God’s justice is broad;
it is to be sought everywhere:
it is social justice,
it is economic justice,
it is environmental justice --
pick the arena and simply apply the term:
seek justice,
do justice.
Do justice because,
as the Psalmist reminds us,
God loves justice”.
(Psalm 11:7)
                          
So, when God tells us
we are to “give justice to the weak and the orphan
(Psalm 82)
we cannot be satisfied that our work is done
if we know the weak and the orphan
can find free advice at the local legal aid clinic.

To give justice to the weak and the orphan
is to assure they are fed,
assure they are housed,
assure they have access to the same level of medical care
that you and I have.
It is to assure that they don’t live in fear,
but have lives grounded in confidence and hope,
for that’s what God wants for all his children:
lives filled with hope.

As he spoke of the Messiah who was to come,
the prophet Isaiah gave us a model
for how we are to do justice:
“He shall not judge by what his eyes see,
or decide by what his ears hear;
but with righteousness he shall judge the poor,
and decide with equity for the meek of the earth.”
                           (Isaiah 11:3)
We are to do justice leading with our hearts,
in the same way Jesus does justice.

The world in which Jesus lived in two thousand years ago,
was one in which a small group sat at the top of society,
owning most of the land and other assets,
possessing most of the wealth, most of the power,
showing little concern for the poorest, the neediest.

We are little changed two thousand years later
as every economic indicator shows that the gap
between the wealthiest one percent
and everyone else in our country has grown every year
for the past two decades:
“The richest 1 percent possess
over a third of the country’s wealth;
more than the combined wealth of the bottom 90 percent
of American families.
The top 10 percent of American households
take in 42 percent of all income
and hold 71 percent of all wealth.”
(Michael Sandel, Justice: What’s the Right Thing to Do?)

Our reaction to these statistics may be
that that is simply how the free market works.
Or, our reaction could even be a bit of Gordon Gekko:
as we try to figure out what do we need to do
to claw our way up out of the lower 90 percent,
up into, if not the top one percent,
at least the top ten percent. 

But, if we seek justice,
if we want to do justice,
then our first reaction to statistics like these
should be to ask, is such a situation just?

Is it just that chief executives of top businesses
are taking home salaries of $5 million,
$10 million, $15 million, even more,
when so many are out of work?
Is it just that the typical chief executive officer
of a large business in this country
earns a salary 400 times that of the lowest paid employee?
Four hundred times!

As the debate has raged on
about the deficit and budgets,
have you heard anyone from any party
speak up for the elderly,
for children,
for “the weak and the orphan”.
for the more than forty million men, women,
and children in this country
who struggle just to put food on the table?

Where are the voices speaking up for them?
Where are the voices demanding that they too
are assured of justice?
Where are their lobbyists?

Jesus would say that’s our job,
to lobby for them,
to assure justice for them.

You may have seen in the paper
that an extraordinary event took place
this past week right in the Capitol
when an ecumenical group of clergy,
including a representative from our Presbyterian Church (USA),
gathered to make just that point –
that nowhere in any of the debates
where they finding concern for justice for the poor,
the weak, the elderly,
the jobless, the homeless.

The group argued that we may well be concerned with
leaving our children a legacy of debt,
but we cannot resolve that issue by substituting
a legacy of poverty,
of indifference,
of neglect of our most vulnerable.
That is not just,
and no matter how appealing some may find it politically,
we can be certain that God will not let
such a situation stand,
for God loves justice.

Three years ago the PC(USA) adopted a Social Creed
to help us to learn more about what it means
to do justice, to seek justice, to live just lives
as we weave justice into all parts of life.
The idea came from a creed adopted 100 years earlier,
a time not all that dissimilar from now,
a time when the rich, the corporations ran roughshod over society,
and the poor, the elderly, the most vulnerable
were cast aside, “collateral damage”
of free market capitalism.

I’ve put a copy of the Social Creed in your bulletin;
http://gamc.pcusa.org/ministries/acswp/social-creed/
take it home and read through it.
Talk about it with your family, discuss it over dinner.
Find one point that particularly resonates with you,
some part of life that you’d like to work on
to help bring justice and root out injustice.  

We are certainly not the only church with a Social Creed.
The Social Teaching of the Roman Catholic Church
begins with the lesson that the measure of just society
“is how it treats its most vulnerable members.”
This sums up perfectly and pointedly
the teachings we find in both
Old and New Testaments
of what it means “to do justice”.

“The basis of our work is God,
not ourselves”.
(Rigby)
Whether we like something,
whether it fits our politics,
our ideology,
our economic theories –
none of that matters to God.

What matters,
all that matters,
is whether we are living justly by
doing justice,
seeking justice,
bringing justice
as we root out injustice.

For what does the Lord require of us –
require of us,
expect of us,
demand from us:
but to do justice.

It really isn’t complicated.

AMEN

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Re-enacting Peace

The Rev. Dr. Whitworth Ferguson III
Manassas Presbyterian Church
Manassas, Virginia
July 24, 2011

Re-enacting Peace
Zechariah 9:10

He will cut off the chariot from Ephraim
   and the warhorse from Jerusalem;
and the battle-bow shall be cut off,
   and he shall command peace to the nations;
his dominion shall be from sea to sea,
   and from the River to the ends of the earth.

More than six hundred thousand dead.
Dead.
More than six hundred thousand.

“These hearts were woven of human joys and cares,
Washed marvelously with sorrow, swift to mirth.
The years had given them kindness.
Dawn was theirs,
and sunset, and the colors of the earth.
These had seen movement, and heard music;
known slumber and waking;
loved;
gone proudly friended;
Felt the quick stir of wonder;
sat alone;
Touched flowers and furs and cheeks.
All this is ended.”
         (Rupert Brooke, The Dead)

So wrote the poet Rupert Brooke
of those who died in another war,
but the words are fitting for those who died in any war,
including those who died in the Civil War.

Imagine if our wars in Iraq and Afghanistan
had claimed the lives of
six million four hundred fifty thousand
of our young men and women
and you’ll understand the impact of
more than 600,000 dead in 1860s America.
Six million
four hundred fifty thousand…
dead.        

The Civil War,
the War Between the States,
the War of Northern Aggression:
the war that began with such a bloody confrontation
right here in our own backyard
one hundred fifty years ago.

Thirty thousand determined men from the North faced
more than twenty thousand equally determined men from the South,
the blues and the grays ready, even eager,
to confront one another.
No smart bombs and drones back then;
this was fighting that was up close and personal.

Spectators came to watch,
packing picnics as though they were off to a charity polo match.
They expected a quick rout of the rebels by the Union Army;
instead they witnessed all the horrors of war:
musket balls tearing through flesh,
legs and arms hacked off with swords,
cannon balls eviscerating tissue and bone. 

A Prussian named Carl Von Clausewitz wrote a book
entitled “On War”.
It was and still is definitive on the subject,
timeless, a classic.
There is no glory, no heroism in his book,
just reality,
grounded in his simple understatement,
“War is violence.”
How can anything with death and destruction as its consequences
be anything but?

Re-enactments of battles have their place;
they can bring to life elements of history.
But they cannot show us the bloodiness.
They cannot replicate the stench of death.
They cannot instill in viewers the terror
felt by soldiers in the thick of battle
as friends drop in front, behind,
to the left, to the right,
blood and bodies everywhere.

The book “All Quiet on the Western Front”
and the powerful movie of the book produced back in 1930,
teach us in no uncertain terms
that there is nothing glorious about war.
The story begins with young men filled with patriotic fervor
as they race to enlist to fight for their Fatherland,
singing their way through basic training.
But the ugly reality of war soon catches up with them,
as they struggle simply to survive each day.

We clergy always risk sounding at best naïve,
and at worst unpatriotic when we talk of war.
We are no more naïve than anyone else who lives in hope,
and we are just as patriotic as anyone else,
including those shouldering weapons.
                                   
We know the world can be a dangerous place;
We know police officers carry arms because they have to.
We’ve read enough history to know
that Adolf Hitler was neither the first nor the last psychopath
to envision world dominance through military power.                          
We know that Osama Bin Laden did not invent terrorism,
but was one in a long line stretching back before the birth of Christ,
those from virtually every culture, every faith
who have turned to the most appalling violence
to air their grievances and make their statements.  

Worldly wise, most of us,
and firmly if quietly patriotic,
still we are called to preach that our Lord Jesus Christ
teaches us to be “peacemakers.”
Not mere lovers of peace;
not mere fans of peace;
not mere dreamers of peace --
but peace-makers:
men and women who are called to work for peace…
actively.

We are called to preach the words of our Lord who said;
You have heard that it was said,
An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.
But I say to you, Do not resist an evildoer.
But if anyone strikes you on the right cheek,
turn the other also.
(Matthew 5:38)

We are called to teach our Lord’s words:
You have heard that it was said,
You shall love your neighbor and hate your enemy.
But I say to you, Love your enemies
and pray for those who persecute you,
so that you may be children of your Father in heaven;
for he makes his sun rise on the evil and on the good,
and sends rain on the righteous and on the unrighteous.
For if you love those who love you,
what reward do you have?
(Matthew 5:43)
        
We are called to preach and teach those words we find
over and over and over again in both Old and New Testament
that teach us that God’s hope for us is peace, not conflict.
That God’s hope for us is the day
when we beat swords into plowshares,
and spears into pruning-hooks,
when nation no longer lifts up sword against another nation,
when no one learns war any more.
(Isaiah 2:4; Micah 4:3)

Listen again to the words of the prophet Zechariah:
He will cut off the chariot from Ephraim
and the warhorse from Jerusalem;
and the battle-bow shall be cut off,
and he shall command peace to the nations;
his dominion shall be from sea to sea,
and from the River to the ends of the earth.

Not long before The Battle of Bull Run
the Reverend Theodore Parker,
a prominent preacher in Boston,
spoke confidently, assuredly,
even boldly from his pulpit, saying,
“War is an utter violation of Christianity...
War is a sin.
Whenever it occurs, the very fact of its occurrence
convicts the rulers of the nation either of
entire incapacity as statesmen,
or else the worst form of treason:
treason to the people, [treason] to mankind,
and [treason] to God!”

These are not the words of a naïve man,
nor are they the words of an unpatriotic man.
Rather, they are the words of a devout man,
a man who was a disciple of Jesus Christ,
a man who knew the Word of the Lord.
Parker’s words may sound strong,
almost too strong for us,
especially living as we do an area
where so many work in defense-related vocations.

Some 1600 years ago the theologian Augustine
tried to devise a yardstick to help us as Christians
wrestle with the idea of war,
when, if ever, we could justify engaging in war.
Even back then Augustine was well aware of
the sad inevitability of war.

We call Augustine’s yardstick the “Just War” theory
and while it is not perfect, it is helpful,
because it forces us to look at war through the lens
of our faith,
it forces us to look at war first and foremost
as disciples of Jesus Christ.
The theory helps us to understand that Parker is right:
that going to war is failure,
that it should be the option chosen
only when every other conceivable option has been exhausted.
War goes against everything Jesus teaches us;
it goes against what it means to be a disciple of Jesus Christ.

Now we certainly cannot call Jesus naïve;
if ever there was a realist, he was it.
He knew that a life as peacemaker would not be easy.
But life as a disciple of Jesus Christ,
the holy life to which we are to aspire and commit ourselves
isn’t easy.
What is easy is rationalizing our away around
how Jesus calls us to live.

Among the activities that have taken place
as part of this weekend’s commemoration of the Battle of Manassas
was a re-enactment on Thursday of the Jubilee of Peace
which happened here one hundred years ago,        
on the fiftieth anniversary of the Battle.

According to the County’s website,
and the marker that is in Old Towne,
at the intersection, fittingly, of Grant and Lee,
it was a veteran of the Confederate army who first suggested the idea:
The Union and Confederate veterans would fall into opposing lines
on the battlefield by Henry House Hill,
where fifty years before they had clashed in mortal combat.
Then on a signal, rather than re-creating the battle,
the two sides would approach each other,
to clasp hands in friendship and reconciliation.

What a wonderful thing to do:
to have a “peace re-enactment”!
Why don’t we have more peace re-enactments?

Who doesn’t recall the significance of December 7,
that date that Franklin Roosevelt said would,
“live in infamy”?
But who remembers May 7 –
the day peace came to Europe at the end of World War II;
or August 15,
when World War II came to an end in Asia?

The eleventh hour of the eleventh day
of the eleventh month in the year 1918
marked the Armistice that ended the hostilities of World War I.
For many years we remembered that day as Armistice Day
the day peace returned to the world.

In 1954 the name of the day was changed to Veterans Day,
a day to honor veterans of all wars.
Now, we should honor those who have served our country;
all veterans – there’s no question.
But perhaps what we need are two different days:
a day to honor veterans,
and a day to honor a moment in time
when combatants put down their weapons,
and clasped hands in reconciliation,
a day to honor peace.

It could be a different day each year for us,
a day for us to remember how many times
people we called “The Enemy”
became people we called “Friend”:
the British,
Mexicans,
Spaniards,
Germans,
Japanese,
Italians…
and on goes the list.

It would be a day for us to remember
that even as Augustine provided us
with a rationale for how we as Christians
might justify going to war
he concluded:
“It is a higher glory still
to stay war itself with a word,
than to slay men with the sword,
and to procure or maintain peace by peace,
and not by war......”
(Letters 229:2)

Enacting peace,
re-enacting peace:
this is the life we are called to.
It is a life that is neither naïve nor foolish,
neither cowardly nor unpatriotic.
For it is a life that is simply faithful,
even holy.

For all the boots of the tramping warriors
and all the garments rolled in blood
shall be burned as fuel for the fire.
For a child has been born for us,
a son given to us;
authority rests upon his shoulders;
and he is named
Wonderful Counsellor, Mighty God,
Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.
His authority shall grow continually,
and there shall be endless peace.
                  (Isaiah 9:5)

This is the Word of the Lord.

AMEN