"Wholly innocent"; St Peter’s Tewin, 30 December: Usha Hull
Hebrews 2: 10-end, Matthew 2: 13-end

The massacre of the Holy Innocents that we heard about in today’s reading from Matthew comes with all the shock of a cold shower after  the joy of Christmas. In reflecting on it I recently came across this  little poem. Called Winter Song, and written by Madeleine L'Engle it  pauses for thought.

This is no time for a child to be born,
With the Earth betrayed by war and hate.
And a comet slashing the sky to warn
That time runs out and the sun burns late.

That was no time for a child to be born
In a land in the crushing grip of Rome:
Honor and truth were trampled by scorn –
Yet here did the Saviour make his home.

When is the time of love to be born?
The inn is full on planet earth,
And by a comet the sky is torn –
Yet Love still takes the risk of birth.

True, we have no comet slashing the sky, at this present time. But  just as in the time of the Saviour’s birth we have an earth betrayed  by war and hate. And just like the author of this poem, we too might  ask, when is the time of love to be born?

In the space of less than a week we have two very different  situations, two very different nights. On Christmas night we  celebrated the coming of joy to the world. It was a holy night, a  night full of light, full of love and hope. And yet following close  after that joy, that love, in today’s reading from Matthew, we have a  night of unimaginable horror, a night of bloodshed, of sharp knives  and the inconsolable anguish of parents who have had to witness the  murder of their children. And we too might ponder that even amid the  carnage, love still takes the risk of birth because here we are  looking at a truth about the nature of God.

To ponder this truth about the nature of God, we have to go back to  Christmas morning. It is a paradox that the joy of Christmas, the  hope, the resplendent love first shone on the world from a dark and  dirty stable from amidst the most demeaning poverty. Over the  centuries we have tended to sanitise as it were, the picture of the  stable, but the reality must have been very different. There must have  been dirt and noise, darkness and smells.

For the adults involved, think about the extreme discomfort, the lack  of privacy, the anxiety about practical details. In the end the baby’s  mother must have been grateful to give birth in any warm, dry place.  Yet to the baby lying newly born in his mother’s arms, it wasn’t  important whether his parents were rich or poor. It didn’t matter  whether those who cared for him had power, wealth or prestige. What  mattered was that he was warm and safe and loved.

This is the truth that the Christ child brings to us, that from the  moment a human being is born he or she needs love, needs warmth, needs  food, needs to feel safe. God’s power stems from the power of love. We  are fragile beings, made of stardust, here on planet earth for only a  short while, and yet born with a need for love and the need to love  built into our very natures. And the life of Jesus was to illustrate  the power of this love, this paradox that generations after would  struggle to come to grips with, this reality that the world with its  own assumptions of power and grandeur still finds so hard to really  accept.

Because the night of today’s reading, this night of screams and  anguish and darkness, of hideous human folly and unremitting horror,  embodies the reality that millions of people in today’s world have to  live with.

This night of the sharp knives has been repeated countless times in  human history. We face this reality nightly on our television screens  in the world we live in. In today’s world millions of children  continue to be deprived of food, shelter, proper medical aid and  access to education. Every year more than 60 million children are  caught up in emergencies. In Bangladesh, in the Congo, in Peru, in  South Asia, to give just a few examples, the innocent continue to  suffer.

We ourselves live fairly comfortable, affluent lives. Yet even among  us, suffering comes sometimes suddenly, sometimes almost insidiously,  yet always with shock and disbelief. Which one of us here here, faced  with illness, loss or tragedy, has not asked, how could God let this  happen to me? Faced with horror and evil, which of us at some point  has not asked, how could God let this be? And faced with suffering,  has not asked of God, ‘Why, Lord, do you not do something?’

Sometimes it seems as though trust in God provides no protection  against tyrants, against evil, against suffering. To the person  suffering, at times it seems as though God is powerless against the  evil of this world. Yet is He? Or does He have very different thoughts  to ours?

The problem of evil is a perennial one. And it is one of the greatest  barriers to belief. Our difficulties with belief in an all powerful  God who permits the existence of evil spring from our assumptions  about the nature of God. When we address God as almighty and all  powerful, we assume that God’s ideas of might and power are the same  as our own. After all, we say, if we were almighty and all powerful,  would we not do something to get rid of all this evil and this  suffering?

Let’s think for a moment about a world without evil. In our imaginary  world, when we got up this morning, perhaps there were teams of  invisible angels ensuring that every human mistake would automatically  be corrected. They would do away with hunger, disease, illness,  poverty, crime. There are boundless possibilities about what they  might be up to. Did not the devil himself tempt Jesus in the desert  saying, ‘If you are the Son of God, throw yourself down; for it is  written, “He will command his angels concerning you”, and “On their  hands they will bear you up”.’

At Christmas, the Gospel narratives are full of tales of angels. In  the words of the song, I believe in angels. I believe that God has  given them charge over us but not in such a way as would abolish the  principle of cause and effect.

If there were indeed teams of angels to stop us from harming  ourselves, to prevent every evil act, this would take away our freedom  and our free will. It would take away from us something that God  treasures and loves about us – our individuality and the ability to  say yes or no to Him. It would take away from us the courage, the  strength, the humility, the character that our pain and suffering  endows us with. The world would become irrational and the studies of  science would become impossible.

But no matter what we face, with the birth of the Saviour, God is  here, suffering with us. And so it has ever been. At the centre of the  stories of the Bible is not a God who looks down aloof on our human  misery. Rather, He is here as part of it, in the centre of it all. His  providence is ever at work in our lives. It is present throughout  human history. And throughout history, although there is a pattern of  destruction in this world, there is also a pattern of God’s providence  that counters this.

Jesus began his life as a refugee. His parents knew poverty, fear and  uncertainty. And as the second reading from Hebrews says of Jesus,  ‘Because he himself was tested by what he suffered, he is able to help  those who are being tested.’

And as Christians, this is the challenge for us: in our suffering do  we try to see the hand of God? Do we believe that he is there with us,  loving us, knowing what we must be going through, because he himself  has experienced it? Do we try to bring this enlightenment to others in  their pain, feeling with others, reaching out to the innocent?

In seeing how the innocent suffer, I believe in the power of righteous  anger. Let us never underestimate the power of anger for it is anger  that changes the world. It was the anger of good men and women that  forced an end to slavery, that won the vote for women, that brought an  end to apartheid. Compassion and anger together can change the world.  The old year is fast dying. As we go into a new year let us do so with  compassion and anger.

I began with a little poem and I end with a few verses from the Iona  community.

A sound is heard in Ramah
the sound of bitter weeping.
Rachel is crying for her children...

A sound is heard in Gaza, the sound of bitter weeping
Pray for the holy innocents of the camps,
victims of displacement and injustice.

A sound is heard in Africa, the sound of bitter weeping
Pray for the holy innocents of Africa
victims of drought and famine.

A sound is heard in London, the sound of bitter weeping.
Pray for the holy innocents of Britain,
Victims of indifference and greed.
Lord have mercy upon us, Christ have mercy upon us.

Amen.