Christmas and the faith and courage to live -- or die

One of the most intriguing passages in the New Testament in terms of Christ's advent is the song of Simeon.  When this old man meets the Christ child in the Temple, he reacts by telling God that he is now ready to die.  `Lord, now you are letting your servant depart in peace.' The words are very familiar; so familiar, in fact, that their strangeness has been lost.  To be ready to die is surely odd: we live in a world which refuses to acknowledge death because we all fear it so greatly and hope desperately that, against all odds, we can cheat it even if nobody else can.

Many years ago I came across Helmut Thielicke's book, Man in God's World: The faith and courage to live - or die.  It is a collection of sermons he gave which basically followed the pattern of Luther's Small Catechism.  The sermons are interesting but it was not so much them that caught my attention as the Foreword in which Thielicke describes the context in which the sermons were given: midweek meetings in Stuttgart Cathedral at the height of the Allied bombing campaign in World War II.  There, week by week, Thielicke preached to a motley group of workers, businessmen, students, professors, soldiers and generals, Nazi functionaries (there incognito), Jews, Dutch deportees, and schoolchildren.  Each time he did so, there would be faces present that would be absent the following week because an Allied bomb would have taken them.  Indeed, one evening, the lecture was itself interrupted by a bombing raid and two congregants and the organist were killed there and then. Thielicke was truly preaching as a dying man to dying men.

Here is how he described one incident:

After an air attack I was helping with the clean-up operations and was standing at the edge of a huge crater opened up by an aerial bomb.  It had killed an officer and fifty women auxiliary airforce aides.  A woman came up to me - she was the wife of an officer who had been killed - and asked whether I was Helmut Thielicke; for I was covered in dust and grime and she did not recognize me at first.  She then showed me her husband's cap and said, "This is all that was left of him.  Only last Thursday I was with him, attending your lecture.  And now I want to thank you for preparing him for his death."  Then she quietly shook my hand.

What we were doing there was teaching theology in the face of death.  There the only thing that was of any help at all was the gospel itself.  Everything else simply dissolved into thin air.  We were living only upon the substance of our faith.  And these desperate hours also helped us to find our faith.

What Thielicke was doing was what all preachers do all the time: teaching theology in the face of death.  The difference is that most of us have comfortable enough lives and circumstances that we are able to pretend to ourselves that we are really doing something else, that death is not really real at all.  That is surely why so many churches become distracted by so many trendy ministries of trivia rather than the simple proclamation of truth.

This Christmas, the challenge of preaching is to bring people into the presence of Christ, not with the unattainable ambition that fear of death, the final enemy, will be taken away; but certainly with the desire to prepare people for death.  And if Thielicke, and Simeon, are right, this is not magic or clever or particularly sophisticated: it involves teaching people the simple, straightforward, unfathomable  truth of God Incarnate.