Showing posts with label Christmas truce. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Christmas truce. Show all posts

17 December 2023

The Christmas Ceasefire of 1914 - The Mark of Cain

 

"Late on Christmas Eve 1914, men of the British Expeditionary Force (BEF) heard German troops in the trenches opposite them singing carols and patriotic songs and saw lanterns and small fir trees along their trenches. Messages began to be shouted between the trenches.

The following day, British and German soldiers met in no man's land and exchanged gifts, took photographs and some played impromptu games of football. They also buried casualties and repaired trenches and dugouts. After Boxing Day, meetings in no man's land dwindled out.

The truce was not observed everywhere along the Western Front. Elsewhere the fighting continued and casualties did occur on Christmas Day. Some officers were unhappy at the truce and worried that it would undermine fighting spirit.  After 1914, the High Commands on both sides tried to prevent any truces on a similar scale happening again."

British Imperial War Museum, The True Story of the Christmas Truce

Even seemingly implacable foes, engaged in massive, bloody conflict, can pause from their deadly engagement and acknowledge their shared humanity, and honor the God whom they both worship, but in different languages and ways.  

And perhaps, even now, those engaged in deadly conflict might pause for a moment, at least, and stop the killing, and encouraging others to engage in senseless devastation, and feeding each other's children to Molech. 

And having paused to allow some relief and assistance to the wounded and homeless and captives,  and due respect and ceremony to the dead, may they turn back to the God of their fathers, and stop worshiping their profane idols of property, and hate, and worldly power. 

For this is the word of God.  And to harden your hearts against His ways, as the leaders of the great powers in 1914 had done, will bring on you and your children the curse of Cain, with all its madness and horrors, and years of devastation and sorrow.

'Today you are driving me from the land, and I will be hidden from your presence; I will be a restless wanderer on the earth, and whoever finds me will destroy me.'
You who drink of the foulness of the cup of the darkness of this world know it, in your heart of hearts.  This madness serves none but itself.