Saturday, November 12, 2022

War No More

I always struggle to decide if I should watch movies about war.

This choice is made even more difficult when my favorite trusty website, Rotten Tomatoes, shows a good rating for a film or show on the topic. (As my friends know, I trust the site's averages [sample size dependent] wholeheartedly.)

So, when I saw that the new film version of All Quiet on the Western Front had a 92% with 99 reviews, I had to do some discernment.

I did end up watching it. The opening scenes were mostly piles of dead, bloody bodies, and people stacking piles of dead, bloody bodies. That made me cry.

And now I am writing this blog in response.


When I was teaching, I kept this classic poster somewhere in each of my classrooms.


Here's a poem I love... Bees by Alden Solovy

The bees
Do not stop
Collecting pollen
When humans
Murder each other
With guns.
The bees think:
How strange,
How low
On the evolutionary scale
Must those humans be,
That they haven’t yet
Figured out
How to make honey
Or peace.


When will those wildflowers in our backyard begin blooming?


I taught in a Quaker school for a year, and we weren't even to put war into the curriculum. It's debatable on a lot of levels, but it's what we did. We also had a tribute assembly at that school when Pete Seeger died.


Josh Ritter, one of my favorite artists, sings some of the best contemporary anti-war music I've found.


Old Monk has a quote on the wall of her office...

"I dream of giving birth to a child who will ask: 'Mother, what was war?'"

Gets me every time.


May we walk into the Advent season with the Peace of Christ in our hearts and in our voices.


Let us walk in the holy presence.

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