Is there any justice?

 

'Justice delayed is justice denied' is a phrase often attributed to the British Prime Minister W.E. Gladstone from a debate in 1868. It means that if there is a legal solution to an issue suffered by someone and yet it is not dealt with in a timely and efficient way, it is as bad as if justice had been denied altogether. Very wise, perhaps, and certainly applicable to many situations I can think of. Like that of the families of the 96 victims of the Hillsborough football disaster which happened in 1989 but has only reached court this week, only to be dismissed by the judge. Their justice has been both delayed and denied.

But there is another similar problem. Justice rushed is no justice at all. This week the UK media have been obsessed with the vengeful ranting of an ex-employee of the current Prime Minister, who has been spilling the beans very publicly in an attempt to justify himself and vilify his ex-bosses. Dominic Cummings has set himself up as judge and jury of the way that the UK government handled the Covid 19 pandemic, and has been deeply critical of all involved, especially the Prime Minister.

Perhaps the blame culture we live in today is not as helpful as we would like it to be. It is clearly too soon to gather all the evidence and assess the effectiveness of the handling of a pandemic that is still raging. Countries like South Africa and Seychelles are reporting signs of a third wave, and we simply cannot yet afford the luxury of hindsight. When the time does come for such reflection, what are our options? To imprison some, or to execute others? I don't think so. 

This was an unprecedented assault by a force outside of our human experience and faced by the whole world at pretty much the same time. Lessons should surely be learned for the next pandemic - and there will be others - but blame is such an empty exercise. Sometimes grief demands that someone should carry the can for the things, or the people, that we have lost, but loss and fragility are built-in to our humanity, and it can be unhelpful to be constantly scouring the horizon for someone to blame.

There will come a day, though, when we will all stand before the assizes of the ages, and the events and deeds of this life will be examined. We might expect justice then, but actually, we will be heavily dependent upon mercy. For mercy is better than justice. And mercy has a name - that name is Jesus!

When Broken Works Best

Kintsugi is the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery by mending the areas of breakage with lacquer dusted or mixed with powdered gold, silver, or platinum. In addition to being a method of pottery repair, it’s also a philosophy, that treats breakage and repair as part of an object’s story, rather than something to disguise or to be ashamed of. The scars of being broken then become aspects of real beauty in the rebuilt articles. Such golden adhesive results in items that become more valuable after their near destruction than before they were dropped or smashed.

But this is nothing new to those of us who know our Bibles. Speaking of our bodies and lives as delicate containers of God’s glorious grace, St Paul said; ‘We now have this light shining in our hearts, but we ourselves are like fragile clay jars containing this great treasure’. (2 Corinthians 5:7 NLT) The more cracks there are, the more that light shines through! 

Rebuilt clay pots may still bear the marks of their ordeal, rather like my scars after 22 years of serious disease and multiple surgeries. But, in the same way as Kintsugi makes the item more valuable after its repair than before, when God rebuilds a broken heart, he gives us new hope and a new future.

With Jesus, there is always the possibility of a new start. Our scars then become a reminder, not of just how hard life has been, but of the depth from which God has lifted us. They point forward as well as backward and proclaim ‘I may not be what I would like to be, but I am not what I was’. 

 

Liberation at Last

This day, May the 9th, is our national day in Guernsey - our Liberation Day! Some folk in the UK are surprised when they learn that these British islands were under Nazi occupation for 5 long years, 1940-1945. Early in the Occupation an RAF plane had dropped leaflets over Guernsey containing a personal message from King George VIth promising “We will return...”, feeding the hope that would be finally fulfilled on the 9th May 1945.

The final few months of the Nazi presence in Guernsey were the worst, especially after D-Day. According to one eye-witness, Mrs Irene Dunk, who was the wife of Rev Gilbert Dunk, minister of Eldad Elim Church in the island's capital St Peter Port, both the local population and the occupying forces were cut off from outside supplies in a siege situation and starving. Only the arrival of the Red Cross ship the Vega at New Year 1945, bringing food parcels from Canada and New Zealand for the local people, brought any degree of relief. In a small booklet published some years ago, Mrs Dunk, who went on to live until aged 100, tells of surviving for three weeks along with her husband and their small child, on a diet of parsnips alone before those vital supplies were received.

Finally, the Allied Force 135 arrived off St Peter Port on May 8th, 1945, but even then, things were tense and frightening. The Commandant, a fervent Nazi named Admiral Huffmeier, had vowed that he would never surrender. There was a real possibility that the Allies might need to fight their way ashore against an opposed landing. When his deputy, a Leutnant Zimmerman, told the force to withdraw or else they would be fired upon, Brigadier Snow, the Force Commander, replied that if the Admiral fired upon them today, they would hang him tomorrow! Thankfully Huffmeier was over-ruled by his subordinates and the next day British troops poured into St Peter Port to be mobbed by grateful islanders.

We thank God for the freedom we enjoy today. When Gilbert Dunk stood cheering in the crowds at North Esplanade that first Liberation Day, a local preacher whom he knew grabbed his shoulder and yelled excitedly “this is the Lord’s doing and it is marvellous in our eyes!” (Psalm 118:23). God had heard their anxious appeals for deliverance and had brought them through great trials to eventual liberty. Through all the long years of deprivation and loss there had remained that hope for freedom, and a heart cry of prayer for its fulfilment. On this day, 76 years ago, that answer came.

The present pandemic is hard, and the virus a deadly enemy. Let's take hope from the fact that the long and terrible ordeal of our parents did end, and ours will too. When it does, it will be marvellous in our eyes too.