Prayerful Remembering
For boys born after 1959 and before 1973,
being drafted to serve in the Vietnam War
seemed inevitable. We grew up in a time when
Walter Cronkite and the CBS Evening News
were the soundtrack for suppertime. While
our pre-teen understanding of worldly
affairs couldn’t possibly grasp the
significance conveyed by the grainy
black-and-white images flickering nightly on
the screens of our console TVs, we did
understand that news of war, uprising and
assassination was not uncommon to daily
life. And we knew that those events somehow
affected everybody. Though still five years
away from draft age, I remember feeling an
odd mix of guilt and relief when
conscription was discontinued in ’73.
That same ambivalent
mix of feeling comes over me each year at
Memorial Day. I know the intent is to honor
the lives of those who have died to protect
the freedoms we cherish. And I am truly
deeply grateful for the sacrifices so many
have made to ensure I continue to enjoy
them. At the same time my most deeply held
belief is that God is in every one of us.
All life is precious. Soldiers on both sides
of every conflict sacrifice. Friends and
families of the fallen mourn no matter which
side prevails.
We can only know God; we can only begin to
express the vastness and power of our
divinity by setting aside belief in
separation from God and from one another.
The cool part is, where
Memorial Day is concerned, we’ve
already done it. First called “Decoration
Day” (graves were decorated with laurel
wreaths), it began to honor soldiers who
died during the Civil War. But due to
lingering hostilities toward the Union Army,
many Southern states refused to participate.
A notable exception was Columbus,
Mississippi, which in 1866 commemorated both
Union and Confederate casualties buried in
its cemetery. (Memorial Day was adopted
universally after World War I, when
observances were expanded to include those
who died in any war or military action.)
In a poem titled “The Blue and the Gray,”
Francis Miles Finch describes a Memorial Day
observance that captures the transformation
beautifully:
From the silence of
sorrowful hours
The desolate mourners go,
Lovingly laden with flowers,
Alike for the friend and the foe.
Like the citizens of
Columbus, Mississippi, we can choose to know
our Oneness. We can choose to know the
sacredness of every life that’s touched by
war, injustice and terror. In the collective
observance of Memorial Day there is the
possibility for healing. In our prayers lie
the power to raise consciousness from fear
to love, guilt to gratitude and ambivalence
to hope. So in these next few days
surrounding our national holiday, please
join me in prayerfully remembering: “Enemies
ally. Peace is real. Wars end. Love is
eternal.”
Blessings.
Message
Date: May 23, 2007