'It is only in this way, Jesus knows, that Thomas can be convinced – not because Thomas is a particularly suspicious person who won’t believe without proof, but because his innocence has been stripped from him, torn cruelly from him by the violence visited upon Jesus, and the only way he can regain it is to know and see for himself that the guilty world has not been able to destroy the one in whom he had so trustingly believed.'
The Second Sunday of Easter
April 24, 2022
The Rev. Maurice C. Frontz III
An excerpt from the Easter Vigil
The holiness of
this night puts to flight the deeds of wickedness;
washes away sin;
restores innocence to the fallen, and joy to those who mourn;
casts out hate;
brings peace; and humbles earthly pride.
People speak of ‘the loss of innocence.’
is what happens to children when they realize that not every story has a happy
ending; when the world enchanted by fairies and gnomes, friendly old men who
bring gifts, and fantastic creatures is succeeded by the world of full of
indifferent systems and real monsters.
loss of innocence can be cushioned and formed in an environment of love – or it
can be cruelly torn from a child by violence, sexual abuse, falsehood, and
had the news on in the background this past week while I was doing other
things. The story was of a young refugee family from Ukraine. A boy was asked
how old he was. He said, ‘I’m nine years old. But I’m a man now, because my
school was bombed.’
six-year-old sister’s main problem was that she had no one to play with. She
would immediately attach herself to any family which would come into the
refugee camp in which she was staying.
With war and violence comes the loss of innocence and
with it comes the loss of faith.
Faith in God is often the first casualty of war, because it destroys the
illusion of a friendly universe. One might trace the massive falling-away from
faith in the Western world to the documented experience of war: from the
gas-chambers and charnel-houses of the Nazi extermination camps to the atomized
remains of Nagasaki and Hiroshima; from the naked young Vietnamese girl in
agony from a South Vietnamese napalm attack to the men and women plummeting to
their death from the World Trade Center in 2001.
Even those of us who have not been the direct targets of violence have been contaminated. For even to witness violence from afar stirs in us the fear of violence happening to us. To excuse ourselves from guilt for the violence and participation in the violence, to justify the violence, to deny the humanity of those upon whom violence is visited. We want to exculpate the good God whom we fashion in our näivete from responsibility for the violence. This is why we hide our eyes, so that we ourselves may not lose our innocence. But we cannot help ourselves. To see violence directed against another person is to ourselves lose our innocence, to be infected by the guilt of the world.
it is why so many atheists are so angry. We wonder why. We think that atheists
ought to be the happiest people on earth – no hell threatening them. But when
an evil person dies, an atheist often is loudly proclaiming their anger. It’s
almost as if, though they believe there is no god, they wish there were a hell
in which that heartless person could be tortured for all eternity. The reason
is that they themselves often wish they could have been judge and jury – and
they realize that, on some level, there must be a judgment on evil. They have
been cheated of executing the one who has stolen their innocence and the
innocence of others – and it terrifies and enrages them.
Easter proclamation says, the holiness of this night…restores innocence to
the fallen. This does not simply mean that the judgment against guilty
sinners is laid aside and we are declared innocent, though it does mean that.
It means that the Easter event, the resurrection of Christ, actually has the
power to restore innocence. It may be a hard-won innocence, but it is innocence
Thomas, along with all the other disciples, has
witnessed the violent end of Jesus’ mission. He himself became guilty of it by not preventing it;
and he has, in effect, become a functional atheist, for he cannot believe the good
news the other disciples of Jesus when they tell him that they have seen the
Lord. But we shouldn’t be so hard on Thomas. The rest of the disciples did not
believe either, when the women had come to them on Sunday morning and told them
of the message of the angels.
think of Thomas as a stubborn person who demands proof that more religious
people can take on faith. But this is not what Easter means. Easter is not to
hide our eyes from the suffering of the world and deny that it is real. It is
not to deny that death is real. It is to have revealed to us by the living Lord
that our innocence may be restored.
|Caravaggio, The Incredulity of St. Thomas
This would have been the end of the
sermon, had I not wondered, as I was writing, what had happened to that
Vietnamese girl in the famous photograph I hope you will indulge me as I tell
you her incredible story.
Her name is Phan Thi Kim Phuc. Fifty years ago, she was nine years old; the same age as the young boy from Ukraine who became an old man the day his school was bombed by the Russians. She was South Vietnamese, but on June 8, 1972, the South Vietnamese Air Force made a napalm strike upon Vietcong positions, and Kim, along with other children, were caught in the raid. Her clothes were saturated with the defoliant. In agony, she ripped them from herself, screaming ‘Too hot! Too hot!’
It was the photographer, Nick Ut,
who saved her life. After he took the picture of her, he saw her skin coming
off. He and another person poured water over her. He took her to the hospital
with third-degree burns. Nobody wanted to waste time on an obviously dying girl
until he used his status as a member of the press to threaten them into doing
so. She was not expected to survive, but after fourteen months and seventeen
operations, she was finally released from the hospital. She endured terrible
pain throughout her ordeal, and remained in pain even after her release.
A few years ago, she shared her
story in Christianity Today, writing: ‘(F)or years, I prayed to the gods
of Cao Dai (her ancestral religion) for healing and peace.’ None came. ‘And,’
she says, ‘I continued to bear the crippling weight of anger, bitterness, and
resentment toward those who caused my suffering – the searing fire that
penetrated my body; the ensuing burn baths; the dry and itchy skin; the
inability to sweat, which turned my flesh into an oven in Vietnam’s sweltering
heat. I craved relief that never would come. And yet, despite every last
external circumstance that threatened to overtake me – mind, body, and soul –
the most agonizing pain I suffered during that season of life dwelled in my
In 1982, she visited Saigon’s
central library, pulling Vietnamese books of religion off the shelf, one by
one. She found a copy of the New Testament off the shelf and went through the
Gospels. After she did so, she wrote, ‘Two things had become abundantly clear.
‘First, despite all that I had
learned through Cao Dai – that there were many gods, that there were many paths
to holiness, that the burden of ‘success’ in religion rested atop my own weary,
slumped shoulders – Jesus presented himself as the way, the truth, and the
life…Second, this Jesus had suffered in defense of his claim. He had been
mocked, tortured, and killed. Why would he endure these things, I wondered, if
he were not, in fact, God?’ I had never been exposed to this side of Jesus –
the wounded one, the one who bore scars. I turned over this new information in
my mind as a gem in my hand, relishing the light that was cast from all
sides…Perhaps he could help me make sense of my pain and at last come to terms
with my scars.’
Kim Phuc became a
She married a North Vietnamese man and in 1992, they requested asylum in Canada
and became Canadian citizens. She founded the Kim Foundation to help provide
medical and psychological assistance to the children who fall victims of war,
and traveled the world as a UNESCO goodwill ambassador, sharing her stories
with people and telling them how horrible war is and how innocent people suffer
the most from it.
Kim Phuc with Nick Ut, who took her famous photo
She has become friends with Nick,
the photographer who both took her picture and saved her life. And, she says,
she has gained the ability to pray for her enemies and forgive them. She still
has pain, but she prays and makes up her mind not to concentrate on the pain.
She writes, ‘I realize that those same bombs that brought so much suffering
also brought great healing. Those bombs led me to Christ…I thank God for that
picture. Today, I thank God for everything – even for that road. Especially for
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2. Mark Edward Harris: Photographer Who Took
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