CHRISTMAS BELLS! 🎊 JOYEUX NOËL!
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Sometimes, tears have a way of bringing clarity. They sure
did for Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, an American poet who was born on February
27, 1807, and died on March 24, 1882, aged 75. When his wife, Mary Storer
Potter died four years into their marriage and weeks after a miscarriage, he
thought it was the worst thing that could happen to him, but he found love
again and married Frances Appleton after seven years of courtship. They had six
children together, and the family faced grief again when their third child and
first daughter died as an infant.
More grief was soon to come, and very unexpectedly
too, for one Tuesday afternoon, as Mrs Fanny Longfellow was making seals with
candle wax to entertain her two youngest children at her library table, her
dress caught fire, and almost immediately, she was engulfed in flames. To protect
her daughters from the flames, she ran to her husband’s study. Henry
Longfellow, who was asleep in his study, awakened to the screams, rushed to her
assistance, and succeeded in quenching the fire with his body when he could not
with a rug, but not without serious injury to himself. The doctors did all they
could to treat husband and wife, but by the next morning, Mrs Longfellow was
gone, 18 years after their marriage. Henry’s injury was so severe that he could
not attend his wife’s funeral. His grief was even more severe, and he feared
that he would permanently lose his mind. The first Christmas after Fanny’s
death, he wrote, “How inexpressibly sad are all holidays.” The next Christmas, on
December 25, 1862, he wrote, “’A merry Christmas’ say the children, but that is
no more for me.”
Amidst his grief, barely two years after the death of
his wife, he got another shocker. Without informing the family, his oldest son,
Charles, joined President Abraham Lincoln’s Union army to fight in the Civil
War in 1863. Henry tried to lobby for his son to become an officer, so he would
not have to go to the war front, but Charles had wowed his superiors with his skills,
and was commissioned as a Second Lieutenant. The family was joyed when Charles
missed the Battle of Gettysburg (July 1-3, 1863), because he fell ill and was
sent home to recover.
The war was still on when Charles recovered, so he rejoined
his unit on August 15, 1863. On December 1, 1863, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
was dining alone at his home, when he received a telegram with news that his
son had been severely wounded. During a battle of the Mine Run Campaign,
Charles had been shot through the left shoulder, with the bullet travelling
across his back, nicking his spine, and exiting through his right shoulder. Immediately,
Henry set out for Washington, D.C., where the army surgeon informed him that
his son’s wound was profoundly serious and that Charles could be paralysed. Later,
other surgeons gave a more favourable report that recovery was possible but
would take at least six months.
On a Friday Christmas like today, on December 25, 1863,
Professor Henry Longfellow, age 57, twice widowed, with his oldest son nearly
paralyzed and his country at war and mainly over the injustice of slavery,
heard the Christmas bells ringing in Cambridge where he lived, and the singing of
“Peace on earth, good-will to men”, from Luke 2:14. The dissonance was vexing.
Pain, sorrow, injustice, and violence seemed to mock the songs of “Peace on
earth”. He said, “There is no peace on earth”. Instead of feeling joyful, he
despaired and contemplated.
Maybe in that contemplation, he remembered the carol
written in 1857 by John Henry Hopkins Jr., “Three Kings of Orient”, with one
melancholy and distressing stanza inspired by one of the Magi’s gifts, which
also foretold the destiny of the Son of God:
“Myrrh is mine; its bitter perfume
Breathes a life of gathering gloom; -
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying,
Sealed in the stone-cold tomb.”
Maybe he realized that the first Christmas itself was set
in despair and the that the threat of death from Herod’s sword loomed over the new-born
King of kings. Maybe he recalled the story written by Matthew, of how the Magi,
having been warned in a dream, did not go back to Herod, but returned to their
country by another route, and how Joseph, Mary and Jesus sought asylum in Egypt
to escape from a power-drunk and violent king, and the evil edict Herod gave to
kill all the boys in Bethlehem and its environs who were two years old and
under, and how Jeremiah’s prophecy was fulfilled:
“A voice is heard in Ramah,
Weeping and great mourning,
Rachel weeping for her children
And refusing to be comforted,
Because they are no more.” (Jeremiah 31:15).
He must have learned like I am learning that darkness is
a core part of Christmas, recalling the confusing words of Jesus (Matthew 10:
34, “Do not suppose that I have come to bring peace to the earth. I did not
come to bring peace, but a sword.” Also, the lines from John 16, where Jesus
warns his followers of more troubles to come, and the reassurance and promise
of exceptional peace, “I have told you these things so that in me you may have
peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the
world.”
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We must acknowledge the presence of darkness in the world
and absorb it into our celebrations so that we can dance with our burdens of
grief, and not be driven to unbelief because of the many hurts this world
offers. We must learn to look through our tears and see the light shining in the
darkness, and joys and treasures amid horrors.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s contemplation led him to
confident hope in the midst of despair. He composed a poem, a beautiful
Christmas hymn, which was eventually put to music in 1872 by John Baptiste Calkin.
My favourite rendition of the hymn is in the YouTube link at the end of this
piece.
The story of Christmas is not over yet. It began that
morning in a manger in Bethlehem and continued with the wonder child who became
a man who healed the sick, raised the dead, and gave the best teachings. It continued
with His shameful death on a cross, His resurrection, ascension, and the outpouring
of the Holy Spirit. It continues today, with the followers of Jesus, and it
culminates in the promise of the Great Day when Jesus our Lord himself will
come down from heaven, and he will overthrow the lawless one and destroy them
with the breath of his mouth and the splendour of his coming, and he will heal
the nations, and we will be with the Lord forever.
So, maybe Christmas is not the most wonderful time of
the year for you. Maybe it is shadowed with grief and uncertainty for you. You
are not alone. Look through the tears, even with your sorrow, and you will see
the light. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow did, and he came to this conclusion:
Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
‘God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;
The Wrong shall fail, The Right prevail,
With peace on earth, good-will to men.”
Ring the Christmas Bells! Have yourself a
very merry Christmas, and sing with hopeful expectation, ‘Peace on earth, good-will
to all humans.” 🎄
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