“May they
be like grass on the roof,
which withers before it can grow;
with it the reaper
cannot fill his hands,
nor the one who gathers fill his arms.”
Psalm 129
I’m not
sure what kind of measurement tools I use to read the depth and strength of
stories, to choose one as being better or worse than another. Such criteria are
themselves issues of the heart, which is why, I suppose, I don’t understand
them. There is, after all, no accounting for taste.
A decade
ago now, one story in two installments shook this country. The first was the
story of a man who lost control of his life and his will, then entered a
schoolhouse in Pennsylvania with the sole intent of injuring young girls and did
just that, killing five, execution style. Five others, also shot, suffered
significant wounds.
Not long
after, the community who lost all those young women razed the school, just tore
it down. They were Amish, a peculiar people given by religious creed to work
their farms by hand and horses, as if time had stopped somewhere mid-19th
century. None of them would think of owning a bulldozer, so they needed to hire
someone who had one to do the demolition because it required work the community
decided they wouldn’t do with their own hands. In just a few pre-dawn hours,
the place was razed, the rubble buried.
Five
children were murdered, and their madman killer was himself dead by his own hand,
right there in the school. That’s one story.
School
shooting happen far too frequently, so perhaps the story is not particularly
unusual—people even use a word, “Columbine,” the way we use “Watergate” for
every political scandal. But the nation
was, once again, shocked and horrified by another school shooting, this one,
amazingly, in Amish country. It was a big story for a week or so, maybe ten
days.
The other
story was bigger, and that story also took place in rural Pennsylvania, in the
same place, in the same week. Members of that violated Amish community began
visiting the wife of the murderer, bringing her into their love.
With a
commitment to social justice, their own history of persecution, a unyielding
belief in God’s providence and his rule and in the life hereafter, the Amish,
so sinned against by this madman, showed nothing but love for the murderer’s
family. They couldn’t forget what had happened—that’s undoubtedly why the
school house was razed; but they forgave, amazingly.
Two
stories came out of a Pennsylvania hamlet few had ever heard of, a place called
Quarryville. One was about madness and
murder—five children dead, five more badly hurt. Those things happen so often
it seemed that, as short a time as a year later, the whole incident seemed
ordinary.
What
wasn’t ordinary—what was divine—was that community’s acceptance, their desire
to forgive.
The
psalmist had a similar phenomenon in mind here in 129—may evil quickly pass
away, he asks; may it wither before it can grow. May the darkness be short-lived. May the murder of those children be razed
like the schoolhouse.
The great
story from Quarryville, Pennsylvania, the story with legs, was the one that’ll
grow, the one whose harvest seems limitless. That story is about acceptance and
forgiveness.
There’s
nothing derivative there. It’s fresh as daisy and new every morning, shocking,
always, to our humanness. It’s the story of grace.
1 comment:
"Martyrs Mirror or The Bloody Theater, first published in Holland in 1660 in Dutch by Thieleman J. van Braght, documents the stories and testimonies of Christian martyrs, especially Anabaptists. The full title of the book is The Bloody Theater or Martyrs Mirror of the Defenseless Christians who baptized only upon confession of faith, and who suffered and died for the testimony of Jesus, their Saviour, from the time of Christ to the year A.D. 1660. The use of the word defenseless in this case refers to the Anabaptist belief in non-resistance. The book includes accounts of the martyrdom of the apostles and the stories of martyrs from previous centuries with beliefs similar to the Anabaptists. Next to the Bible, the Martyrs Mirror has historically been held as the most significant and prominent place in Amish and Mennonite homes.[1]" -WIKIPEDIA
Why do I cite this quote? About a year ago my Amish neighbor [minister] and I were having a discussion about spiritual things and he stopped the discussion and retrieved the book cited above, "Martyrs Mirror". I took it home and read parts. Many accounts and letters written by Anabaptist martyrs. He indicated that his people were martyred solely because they believed in 'adult baptism' [believers baptism]. Those that believed in 'infant baptism' put them in jail, tortured them and killed them. The Anabaptists were a persecuted people.
Your article documenting their forgiving attitude is all the more astonishing given their horrific past.
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