The Narrow Gate

Welcome to the continuation of my blog, post-seminary. Ministry and evangelism have brought me back home to Chattanooga. I welcome your company on my journey.

The original blog, Down In Mississippi, shared stories from 2008 and 2009 of the hope and determination of people in the face of disaster wrought by the hurricanes Rita and Katrina in 2005, of work done primarily by volunteers from churches across America and with financial support of many aid agencies and private donations and the Church. My Mississippi posts really ended with the post of August 16, 2009. Much work, especially for the neediest, remained undone after the denominational church pulled out. Such is the nature of institutions. The world still needs your hands for a hand up. I commend to you my seven stories, Down in Mississippi I -VII, at the bottom of this page and the blog posts. They describe an experience of grace.



Thursday, April 7, 2016

Day 1214 - Only The Dead Have Seen The End of War

I just watched “The American Sniper” directed by Clint Eastwood delivered by Netflix yesterday. I’d avoided the film due to all the political brouhaha surrounding it. It has been touted as a conservative paean of the glory of war, an oxymoron if ever one was coined.
The film, however, like many of Eastwood’s films, has a rather subversive element to it, One must presume Mr. Eastwood is aware of it. He flaunts the idea that war is an idyllic adventure. The protagonist of the film, a “good old boy” from Texas exhibits a dramatic persona that rivals the best of the more mature Greek tragedies wherein forces greater than the person evoke moral failure.
Having listened to the incongruities that war provokes in the words of my own father; I am certain this film speaks to the fact that in all warfare each party operates with the conviction they occupy a moral or ethical higher ground. That in itself speaks to the foolhardy moral failure that war is.
The principal reality portrayed by “The American Sniper” is that war dehumanizes its participants as well as the families and citizens of the participants. The protagonist with intentional deliberation killed over 150 persons, some children or mothers, and saw the wanton killing of his compatriots.
At the end of this true-life drama, the protagonist in order to deal with his own demons began working with the crippled and maimed (physically and emotionally) that led to his own killing. War in every aspect is a moral failure.
I recall the day when the woman broke the valuable jar of nard to anoint Jesus before his death in Mark (14:7). Some of the disciples objected about this waste of money when it could be used to help the poor, but Jesus said, “For you always have the poor with you, and you can show kindness to them whenever you wish; but you will not always have me.”
There is no excuse for poverty or war in the kingdom of God. The inevitability of war seems much like the inevitability of poverty. In each case, we can show kindness whenever we wish to abolish it, but the root subversion is the pervasiveness of the singular human poverty, sin, that obliges us to embrace. Such an irony it is that we are reckoned innocent of something we are compelled to pursue.
Some days, I really appreciate the insight of Paul.

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