Can you remember where you were on 9/11, when those two aircraft hit
the World Trade Centre in New York? I happened to be seeing a patient
on the ITU at Fazakerley hospital when those unbelievable,
unforgettable images suddenly appeared on the TV set in the ward
office. They are certainly burnt on everyone’s memory. But I also
remember, later on, the recordings of those on the aircraft, and in the
twin towers, who used their mobile phones to say good bye to those they
loved. Even in the numbing, nauseating grip of fear, seconds before
they died, they somehow found the strength to do what they valued most
– to express their love to those who were dear to them. What an
extraordinary triumph of the human spirit that was!
Just over two years ago there was another plane crash in New York,
which on this occasion had a miraculous outcome. Three minutes after
take off from LaGuardia airport, US Airways flight 1549 sustained what
they call a ‘bird strike’ from a group of Canada geese flying at high
altitude. Both the aircraft’s engines were instantly knocked out of
action. Without power, and without anywhere to land, the plane, its
passengers and the people in its flight path seemed doomed. But
only three short minutes later the pilot, by an incredible act of
heroism and skill, managed to ditch the aircraft safely on the Hudson
river. Not a single soul was lost. Nothing like it had ever occurred in
the whole of aviation history. To me, that was an event of biblical
significance, not so very different from the crossing of the Red Sea.
We know that during the Hudson river incident the passengers felt the
need, as was the case on 9/11, to say goodbye to their families
and partners, to speak to them for the last time. And because everyone
survived, they have been able to tell us what passed through their
minds during those agonising three minutes. They have spoken about
seeing the whole of their lives all at once, but from a totally
different perspective. What had previously seemed to be so important
now appeared meaningless and trivial. Even the image of themselves and
of their personalities was changed so that each saw themselves not as a
mere individual but as someone who loved, and was loved. And later,
after the trauma of their experience had gradually receded, came the
questions. Who am I, exactly? Where might I have gone wrong in
the past? What should I be doing with my life? Several of the
survivors decided on taking a completely new direction: a change of
job, the adoption of a child.
I said just now that I thought the incident had biblical significance.
It’s not too difficult to attach religious or biblical words to the
passengers’ experience: words like loving-kindness, judgement,
repentance, deliverance. But it is perhaps in the bible readings
this morning that we get the best clues to understanding the
significance of events like these. The prophet Zephaniah was writing in
the seventh century BC, shortly before one of the greatest crashes, one
of the greatest disasters, which overwhelmed the Jewish people in
ancient times: their capture and exile in Babylon. This disaster
concentrated the minds and souls of the Israelites just as much as any
modern day mid-air crisis, and the response that Zephaniah recommends
is the same, it is one of humility and integrity. Humility: the gift of
looking at ourselves afresh, seeing ourselves as God sees us, seeing
ourselves as a child, stripped of pretences and play-acting and
dependent upon Him and upon those who love us. And integrity: the gift
of single-mindedness, the gift of knowing that what defines us as human
beings is not our ambitions, or our life-style, or our so-called
‘choices’, but the ways in which we have been loved, are loved, and
give love.
What happened to the passengers on flight 1549, and to the Israelites
in the time of Zephaniah, was that they were ‘turned inside out’, so
that their whole being could be renewed. But as Christians
following our Lord, and with all the benefits of His teachings, and the
life and worship of the church, we shouldn’t need the threat of death
or disaster to make us seek humility and integrity. They should be as
familiar to us, and sit as comfortably on us, as the clothes we put on
each morning. They are as much the Christian badge as the cross itself,
and of what does that speak except of humility and integrity? St. Paul
saw the Cross as the only thing that a Christian could really boast
about. Writing to the young church in Corinth, St. Paul repeatedly
urged them to seek humility as a way out of the bickering and petty
power struggles that had overtaken them.
When poised between life and death, the human spirit seems to be given
a clear vision of the things that bring real happiness. And aren’t we,
those of us here on earth, always poised between life and death? Put
another way, when we understand our total dependence on God and on our
fellow creatures, then at long last we grasp who we really are, how our
life is bound and contained in love, and what true happiness really
means. What God has on offer is not the sort of shallow happiness
measured by the opinion polls, not the sort of counterfeit happiness
that can be bought for cash, like a new car or a glitzy holiday. The
happiness that God offers is deep down shalom; wholeness, peace and
reconciliation for all humanity and for all the world. As Our
Lord himself tells us ‘Happy are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the
kingdom of heaven. Happy are the pure in heart, for they shall see
God’.
As passengers on the flight of life we can never be sure of how long
our journey will last, or even of how we will leave the aircraft. But
most of us still have time to pray, in mid-flight, for those precious
gifts of humility and integrity that bring true happiness to our world.
Happy are the poor in spirit, happy are the pure in heart. Happy
indeed.