Ash Wednesday: Singing the Song of Our Enemy

The terrible war in Bosnia and Herzegovina ended in December 1995.

The fighting between Serbs and Croats had set itself up along ethnic and religious lines and so deepened the divisions between the warring factions that it seemed impossible to imagine them going forward in any type of peace, much less healing and reconciliation.

A Franciscan priest began a revolutionary project in early 1996.

He recruited singers from across the country, people who were gifted in music, not necessarily professionals, but just people who were known in their towns and communities for their voices.

He brought them all together, Muslims and Christians, Serbs and Croats, some literally fresh off the battlefield, and asked them to begin singing together.

But not just any songs.

He asked them to sing the most traditional and well-known and deeply rooted religious songs of the Bosnian people, both Christian songs and Muslim songs.

He asked them to sing the songs of their enemies.

Some immediately understood the healing potential of the project and plunged into singing all the music, both their own songs and the songs of their enemies.

Others’ pain was so deep that they could not imagine singing the music that had been the battle cry of people who had shot and shelled and killed their comrades, their loved ones, their families.

But even those who could not sing at first stayed in the room and listened, some of them sitting silently with tears of anger on their faces through months of rehearsals before a single note could come of their mouths.

But eventually they all sang, and the choir is still together today, still doing their reconciling work.

Today, Ash Wednesday, is the day we come to church to sing the song of our enemy.

We come to church to confront our own mortality, to stare sin and death in the face and admit that it is real.

We allow the abyss to approach.

We quit fighting so hard our unseen enemies that do us so much damage as we struggle to deny their reality day after day.

We let ourselves be marked by the truth, the sign of the Cross in ash on our foreheads.

It’s a terrible risk, what we do today.

There is some primal place within us, the same place that tells us as children that if we simply don’t look under the bed or in the closet at night, the monsters won’t get us, that still operates today with much higher stakes.

It makes us afraid to look under the bed and in the closet in our own souls, afraid to admit our sin, afraid to admit our disappointment and our lack of faith, afraid to admit our hopelessness and our fear of death.

We hide that secret place within us even from ourselves, ashamed to admit most of what lives there.

But Jesus goes directly to that place in our gospel today.

He tells us, “Whenever you pray, pray to your Father who is in secret; and your Father who sees in secret will reward you.”

We are asked to come out into the open by going deep inside ourselves.

Jesus said the Kingdom of God is within us, and here we’re being asked to find that kingdom in the least likely of places, the places we try to hide from God and from ourselves.

What are the habits you can’t kick you’re most ashamed of?

What are the qualities about yourself you hate the most?

What are the actions you’ve taken you most regret?

We must go to the secret places of ourselves and not just open and slam the door shut again, but stay there and pray to the Father.

Because Jesus didn’t say, “Your Father will condescend to visit this awful place inside you.”

He said, “Your Father who is in secret.”

This, the desolate place within us that we most resist, is where the Father makes his home.

And today, Ash Wednesday, we come to church and the liturgy marks out the path for us to go deeply into that country inside ourselves, the first steps into the wilderness of sin and death that lead to the Cross and eventually to the Resurrection.

Today we come to church to confront sin, death, mortality, because we know in the end it holds no power over us.

Today we come to church to sing the song of our enemy, only to find that we are not alone, because the Father is singing it with us.

 

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