God help us.
Once again, evil breaks out in our world, and lives are shattered by its violence. Two bombs, loaded with pellets and nails, exploded at the finish line of the Boston Marathon; three people–one an eight year old boy–are dead, and over a hundred are injured, some greviously. We are stunned, confused, heartbroken, and angry. In our pain, we turn to God, to our faith, to Scripture, and to one another for comfort and guidance.
But sadly, in our anger, we also turn on one another–so that violence prompts more violence, in word or deed, and hatred breeds hatred. Word that a “person of interest” was a Saudi prompted the New York Post to trumpet that he was a suspect, in custody. In truth, he was a witness, himself injured in the attack. Another columnist and television commentator tweeted the following:
We do not yet know who perpetrated this assault. But we do know that it was not carried out by a race, or by a religion. It was an act of people–sick, deluded, evil people. Whether they prove to be white or brown, foreign or native-born; whether they claim to be Christian or Muslim or of any or no faith, we play into their delusions if we think that they are, as they may believe themselves to be, “representatives” of any people or ideal. They represent no one, they stand for nothing but carnage, they work for no cause save chaos and evil. We must not let their racism turn us into racists, or their fanaticism make us into fanatics.
Like many of you, I have found myself returning in my mind to the days following September 11, 2001. On Thursday of that week, the little college town where we were living, Ashland, Virginia, held a memorial service on our town square. I was among those asked to speak. As I wrestled with what word to bring, indeed with how to speak a word of the Lord to this horrible event, I was led to Habakkuk, a prophet who saw his homeland destroyed by the Babylonians. Habakkuk knew what it was to suffer attack, to lose family and friends to a remorseless enemy. The shock and horror we felt then, and feel again in the wake of this fresh tragedy, Habakkuk knew well.
I am printing below the sermon I preached then. It is my prayer that Habakkuk’s ancient words, which spoke to me so powerfully then, will speak to you today, of honest grief, and hope, and healing.
Text: Habakkuk 3.16-19
“What Do You Do When the Worst Thing That Can Happen, Happens?”
What do you do when the worst thing that can happen, happens? That question weighs most heavily this morning on the hearts of those who have themselves been injured, and those who grieve for loved ones, torn from them or suffering grievous harm in this attack. But surely, it is asked by all of us here today.
What do you do when the worst thing that can happen, happens? While this question was brought home to us powerfully and poignantly in the events of this past week, it is certainly not a new question. The prophet Habakkuk saw his world destroyed. He saw advancing Babylonian armies swallow up town after town, village after village. He saw homes in flames. He saw his friends and family slaughtered or taken away in chains to Babylon. Habakkuk cried out, “Are you from of old, O LORD my God, my Holy One? We shall not die.” (Hab. 1:12) Surely, surely, you will not let us die. “Your eyes are too pure and you cannot look on wrongdoing; why do you look on the treacherous, and are silent when the wicked swallow those more righteous than they?” (Hab 1:13) Habakkuk is in shock. He can’t accept what he sees and hears. “I hear, and I tremble within. My lips quiver at the sound. Rottenness enters into my bones, my steps tremble beneath me.” (Hab 3:16) We know how that feels, don’t we? Seeing on the television screen, or reading the newspaper, or hearing on the radio the news of what happened Tuesday morning in Washington and New York and Pennsylvania—surely, we know how the prophet feels. Who could believe it? Who can believe it now?
From shock, Habakkuk moves to anger. “I wait quietly for the day of calamity to come upon the people who attack us.” (Hab 3:17) We know how that feels too, don’t we? Our hearts cry out for vengeance against those who have brought this horror and devastation to our land. We are dishonest to ourselves and dishonest to God if we do not own that anger. But, Habakkuk didn’t stay with the anger, and neither can we. If we stay with the anger, the desire for vengeance, then we will never heal. We will never move on to wholeness and new life.
Sisters and brothers, God forbid that the horrific assault that our nation suffered on Tuesday should cause us to forget who we are! We are a nation founded upon fundamental human rights and freedom for all people, affirming the essential dignity of every woman and man. If this assault makes us forget that, then the terrorists will have won. They will have destroyed, not just stone and mortar and steel and flesh, but the dream that makes us who we are.
A former student of mine is working as a missionary in Egypt, helping to settle Sudanese refugees. He told me that Egyptians have been coming up to him since September 11, telling him how horrified they are by what happened and how deeply sorry they are that this has taken place. Even the Sudanese refugees with whom he works, people who have lost everything, who have nothing, have been comforting him, telling him how sorry they are about all that has happened. Friends, the people who committed this atrocity may have been Arabs, but the Arab people did not do this. Those who brought this horror to us may have called themselves Muslims, but Islam did not do this. In the difficult days ahead, should the call that justice be brought to the criminals who perpetrated this act transform itself into a cry of vengeance against a race or religion, we must recognize that prejudice for the evil that it is, repudiate it, and root it out of our midst.
So what do you do when the worst thing that can happen, happens? Habakkuk says, “Though the fig tree does not blossom, and no fruit is on the vines; though the produce of the olive fails and the fields yield no food; though the flock is cut off from the fold and there is no herd in the stalls, yet I will rejoice in the LORD; I will exult in the God of my salvation.”(Hab 3:17-18) Oh God, this is as bad as it gets! How can we get through this? Habakkuk says, Though I cannot see your face, Lord, though I cannot feel your hand, I know you are with me: “I will rejoice in the LORD; I will exult in the God of my salvation.” (Hab 3:18).
The attacks Tuesday morning robbed us of a sense of security, of safety, of invulnerability that many of us had come to accept as our birthright. Such things happen over there, sure, in foreign places, but they can never happen here. We were wrong. But then, our security never was in the strength of our military, much as we respect and honor those who serve us all in that noble calling. Our security lies this morning where it has ever lain, in the confidence that God’s peace enfolds us, and that nothing can wrest us from God’s hand.
The apostle Paul wrote to the church at Rome, “For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor rulers, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.” (Romans 8:38-39) That’s security, sisters and brothers–the only security we can have; the only security we truly need.
“GOD, the Lord, is my strength,” Habakkuk says; “He makes my feet like the feet of a deer, and makes me tread upon the heights.” (Hab 3:19) A deer can make its way over seemingly impassible terrain. It can mount up impossible precipices. The prophet is saying, “Lord, I don’t see how I can get through this! But I know that you have given me feet like the feet of a deer, to leap over the obstacles that lie before me, to mount up the precipices that rise to cover me.” May that be our prayer today: that God will give us feet like a deer, to carry us through these times! God can give us, and will give us in these coming days, the courage to meet whatever obstacles lie ahead, and the resolve to make our way through.
We’ve already begun well, by coming here to pray together, lifting ourselves and our nation up to the Lord. We’ve already begun well, by involving ourselves in ministries of kindness and service. God will show us, in coming days, ways that we may demonstrate God’s love and kindness to a hurting world. But most of all, as we turn to the Lord, God will give us in these days to come the confident assurance that we are in God’s hands. No one and nothing can take us from the hand of God—not even when the worst thing that can happen, happens. Thanks be to God. Amen.