God and Culture . . .
GOD
ON THE STAGE
The
opening lines of A Tale of Two Cities are especially
appropriate in these days of world crisis. Though written by Charles
Dickens over a century ago they speak poignantly to our time, to use
Ouida’s words as we read them together.
It
was the best of times, it was the worst of times. It was the day of
wisdom, it was the age of foolishness. It was the epoch of belief, it
was the epoch of incredulity. It was the season of Light, it was the
season of Darkness. It was the spring of hope, it was the winter of
despair. We had everything before us, we had nothing before us. We
were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other
way.”
Dickens
is pointing to the stuff that life is made of, the compounds of good
and evil. The lines describe any age, which is another way of saying
that every generation has its work cut out for itself. Good and evil
are always in combat, with each of us choosing the side he takes,
perhaps with that uneasy feeling that even when he chooses the good,
evil is near at hand. Wisdom never comes in neat packages 100% pure,
but is somewhat adulterated by sprinklings of foolishness. Light is
hard to come by, for the Darkness is always in the way. None of us
deserves Heaven, for there is so much of Hell in the best of us.
We
might all be more like Dickens in that he was a man of his time, a
man concerned about the condition of the world in which he
lived. He was as indifferent to history as was Henry Ford, and all of
his writings, except his two historical novels, are about the
generation in which he lived. Too many of us get lost in centuries
past or infatuated with the promises of tomorrow. Dickens took a
hard, long, critical look at his native England, and he saw darkness
as well as light. And he sought to quench the darkness with the
light.
His
pen was more powerful than Cromwell’s sword in attacking the
social evils of his time. He wrote vigorously for reforms in prisons,
slums, and poorhouses. He fought for pure water and free schools. He
had more interest in reading Christmas stories to children than in
standing in the presence of royalty. He once broke all precedents by
refusing an audience with Queen Victoria, who had commanded his
presence after watching him perform so excellently upon the stage. He
had rather visit a prison than to be a guest at a castle.
Should
we Christians of the tragic 1960’s be less involved in our
world? Should our concerns not go beyond our own selfish interests to
the world out there with its winter of despair in hopes of bringing
to it a spring of hope?
Drama
in Life of Lincoln
When
Ouida and I lived in Illinois, where I taught at MacMurray College,
it was our pleasure on several occasions to visit Old Salem, made
famous by the fact that Abe Lincoln spent his young manhood running a
store there. The little village has been restored to the way it was
when the great emancipator lived there, and you must be sure to see
it if ever you are in those parts. We noticed on our visits that “Abe
Lincoln in Illinois” was performed there during the summer
months, a delightful play by Robert E. Sherwood, but we never saw it.
But
recently Ouida and I were reading from this play and we were touched
by the scene where Abe Lincoln prays for a dying boy. His parents had
asked for a preacher, but there was none within miles of Salem. A
friend suggested that Abe might say a prayer, but Abe hesitated,
supposing that he could say nothing that would help.
The
scene is tense with the question of slavery and the threat it posed
to the very survival of the young nation. Friends in Illinois were
going west to Oregon, but there was fear that the newer states of the
west would be slave states. Abe was disturbed, expressing his fear
that the politicians in Washington would sell out the whole west
piece by piece to the slave traders. Could the United States survive
such a tragedy?
The
parents of the sick boy became frightened, for he had grown worse.
Abe Lincoln volunteered to pray for him. The prayer has special
significance in that Robert Sherwood intended that it be a prayer for
a dying nation as well as a dying boy. As the playwright puts it:
“The prayer which Lincoln gives for a sick boy is, in effect, a
prayer for the survival of the United States of America.”
It
seems especially appropriate that we study that prayer now that our
nation faces its greatest peril since Lincoln’s time.
“Oh God, the Father of all living, I ask You to
look with gentle mercy upon this little boy who is here, lying sick
in this covered wagon. His people are traveling far to seek a new
home in the wilderness, to do Your work, God, to make this earth a
good place for Your children to live in.
“They can see clearly where they’re going,
and they’re not afraid to face all the perils that lie along
the way. I humbly beg You not to take their child from them. Grant
him the freedom of life. Do not condemn him to the imprisonment of
death. Do not deny him his birthright.
“Let him know the sight of great plains and high
mountains, of green valleys and wide rivers. For this little boy is
an American, and these things belong to him, and he to them. Spare
him, that he too may strive for the ideal for which his fathers have
labored, so faithfully and so long. Spare him and give him his
father’s strength give us all strength, oh God, to do the work
that is before us. I ask you this favor in the name of Your son,
Jesus Christ, who died upon the Cross to set men free. Amen.”
Remaking
the World
My
dear Ouida and I were also profoundly impressed by reading a
condensed version of They’re Out to Remake the World by
Clarence W. Hall. It is the story of Dr. Frank Buchman and his
Moral-ReArmament organization, which has done fabulous things toward
the unity of all mankind. Buchman was a Lutheran minister who was
disenchanted with the thought of spending his life preaching sermons
to church members. He wanted to go out and change the world. This was
in the 1920’s. When he died in 1961 the Prime Minister of New
Zealand said of him: “He has done as much as any man to unite
the peoples of the world by cutting through prejudices of color,
class and creed.” At his death 22 heads of state eulogized him,
and during his life eight nations had decorated him.
It
was Frank Buchman who pled with us all to “Expect great things
from God,” and to “Attempt great things for God.”
He himself did both by believing that religion is the most
revolutionary force in the world, and that nations can be changed by
changing the men who govern them. His guiding principle thus became:
nations must be governed by men governed by God.
Armed
with this conviction he set Out to reconcile those who were torn by
strife, bickering and dissension, whether it be on the national
level, between management and labor, or within a family. But he
realized that if he were to bring reconciliation to the distraught he
himself must be right with God. He thus set aside a “quiet
time” each day to seek the guidance of God and to search his
own soul. “Since God gave man two ears and one mouth, He must
have meant us to listen at least twice as much as we talk,” he
told his followers. He looked to the ethics of the Sermon on the
Mount for his directive, finding there “Four Absolutes”
that were to be his moral message to the nations of the world. They
are: honesty, purity, unselfishness, love.
His
first great victory was in Norway, a nation paralyzed by a severe
depression and by political and religious factions. Buchman and his
coworkers traveled over the country from one end to the other,
teaching the Four Absolutes. Their secret of success was in bringing
together the various factions and encouraging them to listen to each
other. Soon the spirit of Norway began to change because the men who
governed the nation began to change. He moved on to other nations,
attacking the most entrenched hatreds and prejudices. He was
convinced that “he who changes hate changes history.”
Buchman
taught the leaders of the world that Sorry is a magic word,
and this was magnificently illustrated in a meeting between the
Japanese and Filipinos, between whom bitterness was most intense
after the second World War. When the senior member of the Japanese
Diet tried to address the leaders in Manila in a Buchman-sponsored
effort, he was shouted down with angry hoots. But again he tried, and
finally he was able to say to them:
“My
government has asked me to tell you that Japan must and will pay
reparations—in full. But reparations are not enough. First of
all, we must sincerely apologize for the past and humbly ask your
forgiveness.”
The
audience was struck dumb by this admission. Sorry was indeed a
magic word. The Fillipinos, who moments before were filled with
hatred, now burst forth in thunderous applause. Many pressed forward
to shake hands. Some wept. One Filipino said to his Japanese brother:
“These wrists of mine will always bear the marks of Japanese
handcuffs, but tonight I have forgiven you.”
But
Dr. Buchman was as concerned for a family divided as for a nation
divided. A taxi driver in Lima, Peru, was so impressed by Buchman’s
interest in him as a person that he offered to serve as his chauffeur
during his stay in the city. Between engagements Buchman went to the
cabbie’s home and helped in untangling several longstanding
problems.
Dr.
Buchman’s Moral Re-Armament organization believes that the real
issue today is between those who believe that God made man and can
change him, and those who believe that man made God and can abolish
Him. The organization now has 3,000 workers the world over, and none
receive a salary. Only expenses are paid. Each is self-supported or
supported by friends or a church. This was part of Buchman’s
philosophy from the very beginning, that those who seek to reconcile
men must be utterly dependent on God. He saw this as characteristic
of the early church, which had so impressed him that the MRA was
first called “First Century Christian Fellowship.”
Buchman
called this “gambling on God”—trusting that He will
give one the means to do His will. And Buchman has gambled fiercely,
spending thousands of dollars he did not have in order to sponsor
some project. The money always came in. In 1964 alone the MRA spent
two and a half million in projects designed to unite that which is
divided. In 1966 they founded a college, Mackinac College in
Michigan, a four-year liberal-arts institution with an aim of
training young people for world leadership.
Ouida
and I were edified by all this. We agreed that we sometimes find more
of the spirit of Christ in the world than we do the church, and far
more concern for the problems that cause pain and misery. This also
strengthened our belief in the basic goodness of man. We remain
optimists in a world that is far, far too mysteriously evil,
chastened optimists perhaps, but optimists just the same.—the
Editor