Memorial Day

Today is Memorial Day - a day set aside not so we can grill burgers and toss back beers while the kids swim in the pool, but for the solemn purpose of honoring our servicemen who died while defending America's citizens from enemies who have sought to drive freedom from our shores.

From the first person who perished on Lexington’s village green in 1775, up to the most recent fatality in the Middle East, the list of the fallen is long. Each person on that list made a sacrifice that was ultimate in its earthly finality. We should resolve to do everything in our power to defend America's founding principles against all foes - domestic in addition to foreign, orators in addition to terrorists - to ensure that those people did not die in vain.

To observe past Memorial Days, I have published a couple letters that were written by soldiers during wartime. Here they are again.

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This first one was from Sullivan Ballou, a major in the U.S. Army during the Civil War, to his wife. He was killed in the Battle of First Bull Run one week after writing it:

July 14, 1861

Camp Clark, Washington

My very dear Sarah:

The indications are very strong that we shall move in a few days - perhaps tomorrow. Lest I should not be able to write again, I feel impelled to write a few lines that may fall under your eye when I shall be no more.

I have no misgivings about, or lack of confidence in the cause in which I am engaged, and my courage does not halt or falter. I know how strongly American Civilization now leans on the triumph of the government and how great a debt we owe to those who went before us through the blood and sufferings of the Revolution. And I am willing - perfectly willing - to lay down all my joys in this life, to help maintain this government, and to pay that debt.

Sarah, my love for you is deathless, it seems to bind me with mighty cables that nothing but Omnipotence could break; and yet my love of Country comes over me like a strong wind and bears me unresistibly on with all these chains to the battlefield. The memories of the blissful moments I have spent with you come creeping over me, and I feel most gratified to God and to you that I have enjoyed them so long. And it is hard for me to give them up and burn to ashes the hopes of future years, when, God willing, we might still have lived and loved together, and seen our sons grow up to honorable manhood around us.

I have, I know, but few and small claims upon Divine Providence, but something whispers to me – perhaps it is the wafted prayer of my little Edgar, that I shall return to my loved ones unharmed. If I do not my dear Sarah, never forget how much I love you, and when my last breath escapes me on the battle field, it will whisper your name. Forgive my many faults, and the many pains I have caused you. How thoughtless and foolish I have often times been! How gladly I would wash out with my tears every little spot upon your happiness.

But, O Sarah, if the dead can come back to this earth and flit unseen around those they love, I shall always be near you, in the gladdest days and in the darkest nights…always, always, and if there be a soft breeze upon your cheek, it shall be my breath, as the cool air fans your throbbing temple, it shall be my spirit passing by.

Sarah do not mourn me dead; think I am gone and wait for thee, for we shall meet again.

Sullivan Ballou

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This next letter was written by Arnold Rahe, a sergeant in the U.S. Army Air Corps during World War II, with instructions that it be delivered to his parents if he did not survive. He was killed in action shortly thereafter:

Dear Mom and Dad,

Strange thing about this letter; if I am alive a month from now you will not receive it, for its coming to you will mean that after my twenty-sixth birthday God has decided I’ve been on earth long enough and He wants me to come up and take the examination for permanent service with Him. It’s hard to write a letter like this; there are a million and one things I want to say; there are so many I ought to say if this is the last letter I ever write to you. I’m telling you that I love you two so very much; not one better than the other but absolutely equally. Some things a man can never thank his parents enough for; they come to be taken for granted through the years; care when you are a child, and countless favors as he grows up. I am recalling now all your prayers, your watchfulness -- all the sacrifices that were made for me when sacrifice was a real thing and not just a word to be used in speeches.

For any and all grief I caused you in this 26 years, I’m most heartily sorry. I know that I can never make up for those little hurts and real wounds, but maybe if God permits me to be with Him above, I can help out there. It’s a funny thing about this mission, but I don’t think I’ll come back alive. Call it an Irishman’s hunch or a pre-sentiment or whatever you will. I believe it is Our Lord and His Blessed Mother giving me a tip to be prepared. In the event that I am killed you can have the consolation of knowing that it was in the “line of duty” to my country. I am saddened because I shall not be with you in your life’s later years, but until we meet I want you to know that I die as I tried to live, the way you taught me. Life has turned out different from the way we planned it, and at 26 I die with many things to live for, but the loss of the few remaining years unlived together is as nothing compared to the eternity to which we go.

As I prepare for this last mission, I am a bit homesick. I have been at other times when I thought of you, when I lost a friend, when I wondered when and how this war would end. But, the whole world is homesick! I have never written like this before, even though I have been through the “valley of the shadows” many times, but this night, Mother and Dad, you are so very close to me and I long so to talk to you. I think of you and of home. America has asked much of our generation, but I am glad to give her all I have because she has given me so much.

Goodnight, dear Mother and Dad. God love you.

Your loving son,

(Bud) Arnold Rahe

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God bless them all, and may they never be forgotten.

Marian Musings, Part X

While growing up, this grandson of a Baptist preacher never really had any gripes with the way Catholic and Orthodox Christians regard Mary.

Artwork of her is holy and points to God. And praying to her didn't strike me as bad, since it's not like those saying the prayers ever ask her to do God's job or go against his will.

Her being sinless didn't seem like a stretch, though admittedly, the thought of her remaining perpetually virgin did. But then again, perpetual virginity only seemed like a stretch, for how could the thought of such a singularly remarkable woman having lived in a remarkable way be out of the question?

If my younger self had to pick a specific thing that felt like it had a strong chance of being false, it would have been the title Queen of Heaven, because attaching a royal title to someone known for the very non-royal qualities of humility and servanthood just felt off.

Well, I started this series almost a year ago and have spent much of it encouraging "fellow Protestants" to set aside preconceived notions and look at Mary through the lenses of capital-C Catholicism and capital-O Orthodoxy - and not being a hypocrite where faith is concerned, I have walked that walk myself where this matter of queenship is concerned. 

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My main hang-up with referring to Mary as a queen sprang largely from my Western conception of what it means to be a queen. When those of us from the West and particularly the United States hear that word, we think of monarchy and all the pretentious and authoritarian baggage it entails. To us, a queen is usually a stern individual who rules from on high, not a helper who subjugates herself to the good of others.

The Bible, however, is neither modern nor Western. To properly understand it you must look at it from the non-modern, non-Western context that created it - or at least make an honest effort to look at it from that context - and once you do, things shift.

Its books were produced by ancient Hebrews, for whom the queen was not the king's wife but rather his mother. You see this reflected in the Davidic line - to which Jesus belonged - when you consider that in all four Old Testament books of Kings and Chronicles, when new kings get coronated, their mothers are named while their wives go unmentioned.

Think also of the fact that when Bathsheba's husband David was king, she "bowed with her face to the ground and paid homage to the king" (1 Kings 1:31) yet when her son Solomon was king, it was he who "rose to meet her and bowed down to her" (1 Kings 2:19).

And don't downplay the significance of 1 Kings 2:19 going on to say that Bathesheba "sat on his right," for in biblical terns, to be situated to the right of a powerful person meant you too had a level of authority. This is why Jesus is repeatedly said to be "at the right hand" of the Father.

Scripture's original readers and hearers wouldn't need to be told that Bathsheba's motherhood is what made her queen because it went without saying. When they heard Jesus described in kingly ways - you know, King of Kings, King of the Jews, King of Israel - they likewise would have thought of his mother in queenly ways, especially in light of Revelation 12:1 depicting her with "a crown of twelve stars."

When you consider that Jesus described himself as a kind of king, what would have been strange is for early Christians to not think of Mary as a kind of queen.

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In light of the above, I feel like I could go ahead and end this post right now, but first I want to add that it wasn't helpful that the first time I heard the word "queen" associated with Mary, it came in the packaging of the phrase "Queen of Heaven." The concept is more properly called "Mary's queenship," and it certainly would have landed on my ears better if that was how I first heard it rendered.

Regardless, if I had applied more thought back whenever that was, I should have grasped that Heaven is a kind and serving realm and thus I should have concluded that being called its queen is not on par with being called monarchical and authoritarian. Unfortunately, my reactive brain did take it to mean monarchical and authoritarian, then erroneously assumed that calling someone a queen of Heaven, which is "higher" than Earth, implies that person is even more monarchical and authoritarian than a monarch on Earth.

When I type it out like that, the error of my gut reaction is clear. When I remember what Heaven actually is and take into account what queen meant to ancient Hebrews, there is no reason to recoil from the thought of Mary as queen. But my brain recoiled simply because of the preconceived notions I held as an American, and I'm convinced I am far from alone in that, and, getting back to where I want to go with this section: Queen of Heaven is just one of many phrases that are used to evoke Mary's queenship, and if I had heard any of the others first, I would have reacted differently.

Only one of the 22 chapter titles in this Fulton Sheen classic refers to Mary in queenly ways, and does so by calling her Queen of Mercy. That fits beautifully, and bears no contrast to those qualities of humility and servanthood I mentioned earlier. Queen of Mercy feels right even with modern Western/American pre-programming, does it not?

Mary is also called Queen of Martyrs, Queen of Peace, Queen of Christians, Queen of Saints, and Queen of Angels. When you recall again what queen meant in the culture whence Christ deliberately came to Earth through her, none of those appellations should seem off-putting to a person who believes in Christ's divinity.

I will close by quoting from the aforementioned chapter from Sheen's book: "There are many sheaves in the field that the priests and sisters and the faithful are unable to gather in. It is Mary's role to follow these reapers to gather the sinners in... It is easy for the brothers of Christ to call on the Father, but it is not easy for the strangers and the enemies. This role Mary plays. She is not only the Mother of those who are in the state of grace but also the Queen of those who are not."

On that note, as they say in France: Profitez de vos bénédictions.

Note #1: The prior posts in this series are as follows:
    Part I: Introduction
    Part II: The New Eve
    Part III: Genesis to Revelation
    Part III-b: The Ark of the New Covenant
    Part IV: Historical Perspective
    Part V: Perpetual Virginity
    Part VI: Prayer
    Part VI-b: Worship
    Part VII: Involvement and Femininity
    Part VIII: Our Lady of Guadalupe
    Part IX: On Good Friday

Note #2: The photo at the beginning of this post was taken at the grotto of Saint Leo Abbey in Florida.

Note #3: If you're interested in listening to a deeper dive into the topic of how "the queen was the mom," this eighteen-minute presentation by Brant Pitre does a great job delving into it.