My Son, Would I Had
Died
By
Reverend
Litton Logan
August
13, 2006
Scriptures:
2
Samuel 18:5--9 (NRSV)
The king ordered Joab
and Abishai and Ittai, saying, “Deal gently for my sake with the young man
Absalom.” And all the people heard when the king gave orders to all the
commanders concerning Absalom.
6 So
the army went out into the field against Israel; and the battle was fought in
the forest of Ephraim. 7 The men of Israel were defeated there by the
servants of David, and the slaughter there was great on that day, twenty
thousand men. 8 The battle spread over the face of all the country;
and the forest claimed more victims that day than the sword.
9
Absalom happened to meet the
servants of David. Absalom was riding on his mule, and the mule went under the
thick branches of a great oak. His head caught fast in the oak, and he was left
hanging£ between heaven and earth, while the mule that was under him
went on.
2
Samuel 18:15 (NRSV)
15 And ten young men, Joab’s armor-bearers, surrounded Absalom and
struck him, and killed him.
2
Samuel 18:31--33 (NRSV)
31
Then the Cushite came; and the
Cushite said, “Good tidings for my lord the king! For the LORD has vindicated
you this day, delivering you from the power of all who rose up against you.” 32
The king said to the Cushite, “Is it well with the young man Absalom?”
The Cushite answered, “May the enemies of my lord the king, and all who rise
up to do you harm, be like that young man.”
33 The king was deeply moved, and went up to the chamber over the gate, and wept; and as he went, he said, “O my son Absalom, my son, my son Absalom! Would I had died instead of you, O Absalom, my son, my son!”
Sermon:
The books of I and II Samuel tell the stories and legends of
the Hebrew people during that period between their being a loose, often
quarrelsome and barbaric federation of tribes, and their becoming a monarchial
nation with all the abuses, oppression, corruptions that such a thing accords.
These two books contain the religious, social, political, and economic
machinations of an emerging nation and its leaders. Often we read these founding histories and chronicles of the
Israelites, in a rather naïve and pious way.
To read the books of I and II Samuel as pious history or to read them as
just history with inaccuracies is equally naïve and inaccurate.
These books in our Bible show human immorality, depravity, abuses of
power and authority at its worst. Often in these books, God’s absence seems
blatant only to be found as a low vibration of divine presence that works in all
things—in spite of human wickedness—to bring about God’s saving presence.
On other occasions in I and II Samuel, we see people rise to the heights of
moral and ethical behaviors. Truly, the books I and II Samuel give us a candied
look at human nature at its best and worst.
I want to tell you a story I remember hearing growing up about a man torn
between duty and responsibility to the public he swore to serve and his love for
his son. It is a relative modern
story but it is an old story also. It is a story that I assume to be either
factual or to have a large measure of fact in it. It could be classified as one
of those moral parables grounded in fact but elaborated on over time.
It is a story about a sheriff in a South-Central Mississippi county,
whose son was involved in a series of home invasions.
When the evidence became conclusive that the Sheriff’s son was one of
the thieves, the Sheriff sent his deputies out to his home to arrest the
youngster. The boy was handcuffed
and escorted to the patrol car amid his mother’s angry and pleading
protestations. As the young man was being booked, the mother arrived at the
Sheriff’s office in all the fury of a mother grizzly bear.
She demanded that her son be released; this was some horrible mistake.
She commanded her husband and his deputies to release her son, immediately.
The Sheriff took his wife and gently, but forcibly escorts her out of the
booking room with soothing and comforting assurances that things would be okay.
The next day the Sheriff posted bail for his son and the lad went home to
await his trial.
Eventually, the nineteen-year-old pleaded guilty and was sentenced to
five years in the State penitentiary at Parchment, MS. He would only serve 18
months before he was paroled.
Each week the boy’s father and mother visited their son in prison, and
each time they left, it became harder and harder to leave their son in that
horrible place. On one visit, the mother of a now gaunt, prison-seasoned young
man whose youthful countenance had been lost amid the despair of such a
repository of human failure, broke into tears and cried, “My son, My son, I
would give my life to spare you this hurt and humiliation!”
The father, solidly and stoically, said, “And, you would have stolen
from him the lessons of his choices.”
With big tears running down his ruddy, life-weary face the Sheriff patted
his wife’s hand, forced a smile at the boy, and said, “My son, we will all
get through this and hopefully be better people for it.
Hang tough son, hang tough.”
As a young boy listening to that story, I became aware for the first time
the demands and responsibilities of a parent.
The thought that my father would let me go to jail if I did something
wrong because it was the right thing to do was an insightful warning that all
young people should experience.
Today we have heard scriptures read about another father, King David, as
he cries out in paroxysms of grief and remorse at the death of his rebellious
son, Absalom. Absalom’s death
came at the confluence of many people’s choices, mistakes, and arrogance, but
in the final analysis, his death was set into motion by Absalom’s choices
alone.
The story of Absalom, David’s third son, begins with the event of the
violation of his sister by his half-brother Amnon, the first-born son of David.
After two years of biding his time over the injury to his sister, Absalom
got his half-brother drunk at a party and had some of his servants kill him in
retribution for the crime against his sister. (Through out this story we will
see the central characters getting others to do their dirty work for them)
Absalom fled from his crime and hid out with his maternal grandfather for
a few years. Eventually, through
the maneuverings of Joab, David’s sister’s son and David’s confidant and
military commander, Absalom was allowed to return to Jerusalem but not allowed
back into the king’s court. This
situation was intolerable for Absalom. On three occasions, Absalom attempted to
petition Joab to influence David to lift the ban. On two of these occasions Joab
refused even to see Absalom. Finally,
Absalom got Joab’s attention by burning one of Joab’s barley fields. Joab
relented and petitioned the King to have Absalom’s disbarment from court
lifted and he was successful.
However, it did not take long for an angry and vengeful Absalom to set
into motion a conspiracy and rebellion, ostensibly because he thought he was
heir apparent to the throne of Israel, not Solomon.
Absalom in the course of time mounted a rebellion causing David to flee
Jerusalem. Absalom was encouraged
by some of his advisors to violate publicly his father’s concubines, to pursue
his father and his warriors, and to kill them all.
However, David had loyal spies at court and learned of the plan.
David mounts a counter attack on Absalom’s forces routing them and
killing many. David, who had been
counseled by Joab to stay away from the fight, gave strict orders that Absalom
not to be harmed.
As we heard today, Absalom meets some of David’s troops and whether
fleeing the battle or taking up a different position he got his long hair
entangled in an oak tree and was drug from his mule.
Absalom hangs in the air suspended between being a prince and a traitor;
life or death. Joab, contrary to
David’s orders, puts three spears into Absalom.
However, Joab’s armor bears are credited with the actual kill.
Upon notification of Absalom’s death, we hear David’s anguished cry,
“O my son Absalom, my son, my son Absalom! Would I had died instead of you, O
Absalom, my son, my son!”
As the story will later tell, David declares a time of mourning. The people, who were loyal to him, fought for him, won the
day for him, are made to feel bad because of the outcome of the rebellion.
Later, Joab will admonish David for this dive into self-pity and grief at
the expense of his duties as King and Commander-in-Chief.
O David, O David, would that you had been more concerned about your son
earlier and provided him with the proper example you may have shaped his
character more benevolently.
David,
as much as there was something extraordinary and divinely at work in his life as
a military and political leader, his personal life was nonetheless a mess.
David sets the stage for the misery in his personal life with Absalom
through his examples of violence, subterfuge, adultery, and murder by proxy.
As I think on these scriptures about a father’s failures and his grief,
I can’t help but think about how at times we serve our love and our vested
interests in our children at the expense of justice as well as
the proper moral, ethical, and intellectual education of our kids.
We live under the romantic notion that true love and caring are supposed
to be blind to character defects and sin to the detriment of our children and to
society.
I
have seen parents go charging off to jump the teacher, the coach, the police,
and other authority figures when their children get into trouble.
Somehow these people in authority have nothing better to do or of such
poor quality that they are picking on their kids. Therefore, we have a lot of young people today who fear
nothing, respect nothing, including themselves, all because their parents
in some misplaced sense of parental concern or in an attempt to rescue
their failed parenting place themselves and their resources between their
children and the consequences of their actions; concomitantly, stealing from
them the education of their choices.
I have known many angry, self-destructive young people, who cannot live
in a free society because no one cared enough about them to teach them or model
for them, good decision-making skills and good life values, nor hold them
accountable for their actions. Many
of these kids end up in prison, mental health facilities, or marginally
productive in life all because their parents were more interested in themselves
and in appearances than in their parental responsibilities.
I have listen to social workers, psychologist, and other so-called
experts attempt to make me and other decent hard-working people feel bad or
guilty because other people’s children turned out bad and harmed society,
while our children turn out well. Yes,
there is a corporate dimension to moral responsibility.
Yes, we are to be concerned and helpful to those less fortunate, but not
at the expense of compromising our life standards and values.
I
challenge any one to trace from cover to cover in the Bible the element of
personal responsibility for one’s choices. The story of the consequences of
personal choice starts with Adam and Eve and ends in the book of Revelation with
a warning and a curse on individual who defraud these words of prophecy.
Examine scripture and see that the downfall of nations lie in the
downfall of individual moral, ethical, and spiritual choices, as the individual
becomes the nebulous “they” of society.
Please, know this: God will forgive all sins of the truly repent person,
but God will not cancel out the consequences or the compounding effects of bad
or sinful choices no matter how much we lament and cry out.
We see this clearly in my opening story and in the story of Absalom.
The lessons are many in today’s scriptures, but the one I want to bring
home most succinctly is this: God
forgives the sins of the repentant heart as we see frequently in David’s life.
God will bless and hold open almost limitless avenues of blessings the repentant
heart excluding those options closed off by a person’s earlier choices.
However, God cannot nor will not cancel out the consequences of bad
living or sinful choices at the physical, mental, spiritual, or social levels.
Those consequences will remain as the scars of educational memory,
nightmares, or criminal records.
In closing, let me share two terrible stories with happy conclusions that
I heard at a minister’s retreat as told by a retired hospital chaplain: A
hospital chaplain is asked by the charge nurse to talk with a young woman of
twenty-two, who was due for surgery the next morning.
The chaplain knocked on the woman’s hospital door, went in, and
introduced himself. After some
pleasantries, the young woman got straight to the heart of the matter. She
wanted the chaplain to pray for a miracle for her.
Due to numerous cases of STDs resulting in scaring, etc., she was to
undergo surgery that would preclude her ever having children.
She had wanted to have children some day and now wanted a miracle to
reverse the damage of her life style. She
was truly repentant and promised to be a good person in the future.
After registering the misery, the regret, and despair on her face, the
chaplain sat down next to her bed and asks her to tell him about herself and
what brought her to this point in her life.
She talked well into the afternoon and told a very sad, tragic and an all
too familiar story for many young women. Finally,
with tears in her eyes she said it is was no one’s fault but hers, she knew
better; what was done, was done. The chaplain assured her he would be around
before her surgery for prayer, and he would stay with her until she went in the
operating room, and be there when she came out.
This chaplain goes on to recount that several months later; he sat with a
family whose father was in intensive care dying of lung cancer.
The youngest child, a woman in her early twenties, and he gathered the
rebellious child of the family, asked him to lead the family in prayer and to
demand that God cure her father. The
Chaplain said certainly he would have prayer but first tell him about her
father; it was obvious she loved him deeply.
As the story unfolded he as a good man, good father, good husband, and a
decent moral and charitable person. He
was just one of those solid, salt-of-the earth folks.
He was, however, a very heavy smoker—two to three packs a day for fifty
years. The Chaplain and the family
had prayer and he asked God to be merciful to this man and his family and where
it was possible, all things considered, let there be healing.
The young woman came through surgery and the last thing the Chaplain
heard of her she was a counselor in a rape crisis center and going to college to
get her undergraduate degree in early childhood development.
The elderly man died sometime during the night after the Chaplain had met
with the family. Some years later,
the Chaplain now retired was doing pulpit supply in a town in western Kansas.
As he stood at the back of the church greeting people, a woman in her
early forties ask, “Do you remember me?”
The old Chaplain looked at her, she was familiar, but he couldn’t
retrieve face and name. He told her she looked familiar, but he couldn’t
recall who she was or their meeting. She
reminded him of her father’s hospitalization, their prayer time, and her
father’s eventual death. She had
been an art major in college at the time of her father’s hospitalization, but
after her father’s death, she changed majors and was now a doctor in the
regional hospital’s oncology department.
As the story goes, when the Sheriff’s son got out of prison he entered
college and eventually went to seminary and became a Baptist minister and later
a prison Chaplain
King David had a long and productive life; he turned many of his early
mistakes into wisdom of rule.
Romans 8:28 (NRSV)
28 We know that all things work together for good* (or in
all things God works for good) for those who love God, who are called according
to his purpose. (Romans 8.28
Other ancient authorities read God makes all things work together for good,
or in all things God works for good)
God will call out from the best of us and the worst of us in to a life in
God’s service not matter what we have done or been.
If we will submit ourselves to the Holy Spirit’s leadership and use the
educational elements of our experiences, we can become living textbooks of
experience and faith.
Let
us diligently apply ourselves to studying, to teaching, and modeling the ways of
God to all those who are looking to us for moral, spiritual, ethical, and social
guidance.
May
none of us ever have to cry, “My son, my daughter, would I had died.”
Let us live for our children, our grandchildren, and our nation by
embracing the ways of Christ in every aspect of our life.
In this vein of God’s forgiveness and blessing in spite of
some of our choices let me share with you a truism I live by--Sometimes life
dumps a load of manure in our lives, which is just the way life is and that is
just the nature and consequences of some of our choices.
However, we can allow that manure to remain in an ugly, stinking pile or
we can with God’s help spread it liberally through out our life and our
relationships and grow beautiful roses. I know this because I stand here among
some beautiful roses.