Cain said to his brother Abel, 'Let us go out to the field.' And
when they were in the field, Cain rose up against his brother
Abel, and killed him. Then the Lord said to Cain, 'Where is your
brother Abel?' He said, 'I do not know; am I my brother's keeper?'
And the Lord said, 'What have you done? Listen; your brother's
blood is crying out to me from the ground! And now you are cursed
from the ground, which has opened its mouth to receive your
brother's blood from your hand... Then Cain went away from the
presence of the Lord. (Genesis 4:8-11, 16 NRSV)
This is not a story of Yahweh preferring cowboys to farmers.
It's a story about the human predicament
then and now.
The name 'Cain' derives from the verb 'to get',
- probably an ironic indication of humankind's sinful
acquisitive nature.
'Abel' means 'breath'
- probably hinting at life's transience.
(Meister Eckhart and other saints and mystics
have taught us that the essence of true spirituality
is in 'subtraction' rather than 'addition'.
Consumerist propaganda bombards us with messages
that we are incomplete until we have acquired this or that.)
It's is a story about conflict - between two different cultures
or ways of relating to the earth.
Abel was a shepherd, Cain an agriculturalist.
It's a story-in-miniature of the blood-stained history
of the human race.
As with the Fall,
and as often happens in biblical justice-drama
God is on the spot immediately after the deed
asking questions.
At the Fall: 'Where are you?' - a personal question.
Here: 'Where is your brother?' - a social question.
To which Cain responds impertinently,
'Shall I shepherd the shepherd?'
Cain learns that though the corpse may be covered with earth
Abel's blood cries out to God.
According to the Old Testament Scriptures
blood and breath belong to God alone;
whenever anyone kills another person,
Yahweh, creator and protector of life
becomes judge: the soil which Cain had ploughed
and which had drunk his brother's blood
will now deny him its fruit...
Like Judas later, Cain was more sorry for himself
rather than being truly repentant.
And humans are still expelled from Paradise...
Here's a paragraph from James Bonwick's 'The Lost Tasmanian Race':
'The woolly-haired Tasmanian no longer sings blithely on the
gum-tree tiers, or twines the snowy clematis blossom for a bridal
garland. Our awakened interest in their condition comes too late.
The bell tolls their knell, and the Aeolian music of the she-oak
is now their requiem. We cover our faces while the deep and solemn
voice of our common Father echoes through the soul, 'Where is your
brother?'
Last week I spent five days on two islands in the Bass Strait -
islands of wild and rugged beauty
(Certainly wild: 65 known shipwrecks lie around these islands)
We were there on a 'pilgrimage of listening' - twelve of us - to
worship, pray, listen to aboriginal people, think in silence, and
to repent...
I shared in some new experiences, like eating muttonbird, seeing
the milky way in all its glory, and writing a poem (which I'll
read later). We concluded, Taize-style, kneeling around a cross
formed with candles in the shape of the Southern Cross...
Hands up those who were taught Tasmanian aborigines died out with
Truganini in 1876?
The Anglican priest appointed by his bishop to minister to
aboriginals on Flinders Island told me there are 7000 Tasmanian
people who call themselves 'aboriginal'...
So what happened?
Massacres began 3 May 1804 at Risdon when the 102 Regiment of the
British Army shot dead 50 Oyster Bay people, including women and
children. The Tasmanians had approached without spears and with
green boughs in their hands, as a sign of peace. The commanding
officer said afterwards he didn't think the Aborigines would be
any use to the British.
One of our retreatants is a prison chaplain. He said, 'Aboriginal
people need each other. When they are isolated in an institution -
any institution - they die...'
WHAT HAPPENED TO 7000 TASMANIAN ABORIGINALS?
Some were taken to Victoria as mistresses of white men. Others
captured and married to sealers living on islands off the
Tasmanian coast.
SO WHAT CAN WE DO?
(Australia is the most multi-cultural country in the world. One in
three Australians were born overseas or their parents were born
overseas)
Then the word of the Lord came to Elijah the Tishbite, saying: Go
down to meet King Ahab of Israel, who rules in Samaria; he is now
in the vineyard of Naboth, where he has gone to take possession.
You shall say to him, 'Thus says the Lord: Have you killed, and
also taken possession?' You shall say to him, 'Thus says the Lord:
In the place where dogs licked up the blood of Naboth, dogs will
also like up your blood.'
Ahab said to Elijah, 'Have you found me, O my enemy?' He answered,
'I have found you. Because you have sold yourself to do what is
evil in the sight of the Lord, I will bring disaster on you; I
will consume you, and will cut off from Ahab every male, bond or
free, in Israel... because you have provoked me to anger and have
caused Israel to sin. Also concerning Jezebel the Lord said, "The
dogs shall eat Jezebel within the bounds of Jezreel." Anyone
belonging to Ahab who dies in the city the dogs shall eat; and
anyone of his who dies in the open country the birds of the air
shall eat...'
When Ahab heard those words, he tore his clothes and put sackcloth
over his bare flesh; he fasted, lay in the sackcloth, and went
about dejectedly. Then the word of the Lord came to Elijah the
Tishbite: 'Have you seen how Ahab has humbled himself before me?
Because he has humbled himself before me, I will not bring the
disaster in his days; but in his son's days I will bring disaster
on his house.' (1 Kings 21:17-24, 27-29).
Woe to you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! For you build the
tombs of the prophets and decorate the graves of the righteous,
and you say, 'If we had lived in the days of our ancestors, we
would not have taken part with them in shedding the blood of the
prophets.' Thus you testify against yourselves that you are
descendents of those who murdered the prophets. Fill up, then, the
measure of your ancestors... Upon you [will] come all the
righteous blood shed on earth, from the blood of righteous Abel to
the blood of Zechariah son of Barachiah, whom you murdered...
(Excerpts Matthew 23:29-35)
Woe to you! For you build the tombs of the prophets whom your
ancestors killed. So you are witnesses and approve of the deeds of
your ancestors; for they killed them, and you build their tombs...
This generation [will] be charged with the blood of all the
prophets shed since the foundation of the world, from the blood of
Abel to the blood of Zechariah... Yes, I tell you, it will be
charged against this generation. (Excerpts Luke 11:47-51).
You stiff-necked people... are forever opposing the Holy Spirit,
just as your ancestors used to do. Which of the prophets did your
ancestors not persecute? They killed those who foretold the coming
of the Righteous One, and now you have become his betrayers and
murderers. You are the ones that received the law... and yet you
have not kept it. (Acts 7:51-53)
When Pilate saw that he could do nothing, but rather that a riot
was beginning, he took some water and washed his hands before the
crowd, saying, 'I am innocent of this man's blood; see to it
yourselves.' Then the people as a whole answered, 'His blood be on
us and on our children!' ... After flogging Jesus, he handed him
over to be crucified. (Matthew 27:24-26. All NRSV).
SINS OF GENTLE-FOLK
Gentle robins, red and black,
flitting here and flitting there,
foraging among the graves...
What dark secrets lie beneath this soil?
Gentle kooris, sad and wistful -
for a dream-time killed and buried
by foreign 'Christian' civilizers...
Where's dignity, identity now?
Gentle farm-folk, toiling, reaping
on forefathers' stolen, fertile land,
some red-necked - and others wondering
Why the fuss? We were not there...
Gentle Christian, guilty? musing
what's all this to do with me?
Listen! Learn! Lament! and ask
What, Lord, will you have me do?
Gentle Jesus, friend of outcasts
when beneath your Southern Cross
red blood stained the earth again:
Were you wailing with their kin?
Gentle-folk did you to death -
were not aware of what they did...
And judgment-day has come to us:
'Where are you when I need mercy?'
Rowland Croucher
[Written at Wybelenna, Flinders Island, Tasmania, in an aboriginal
graveyard, attended by a flock of red-breasted robins. April 1995]
PRAYERS
God who gave this land its shape and its colour,
You who have walked in it from the beginning of time,
Who moulds its mountains and valleys and rivers, and level out
its plains,
Who gives the eucalypts their bark and their oil,
who paints the wattles yellow,
and the desert peas scarlet,
God we worship you and we adore you...
In the processes of history
you have brought to this great land people from many nations
to live together.
We give thanks for those Aboriginal and other Australians
who during the last two centuries
have tried to live with justice, compassion and respect
and have attempted to develop understanding across racial,
cultural and denominational differences,
who have walked lightly and lived gently on the land.
We confess that often we have not shared the land with justice.
We pray for the will to change and make amends.
[Silence]
Our relationships have been marred by misunderstanding,
lack of respect and racism.
We pray for the will to change and make amends.
[Silence]
My brothers and sisters, if we say we have no sin
we deceive ourselves and do not tell the truth.
If we confess our sins,
God keeps covenant faithfulness and forgives us our sins.
So we hear the words of Christ: 'Your sins are forgiven!'
Thanks be to God.
[Silence]
Lord Jesus Christ, in your suffering and death,
and your abandonment on the Cross
you show your solidarity with all who suffer unjustly.
God, teach us to follow in the way of Christ
and to cry out with those who protest the injustice of their lot.
In raising Jesus from the dead, you have given us hope
that the last word is not death but life,
not abandonment but love that holds us tightly.
Help us always to hold onto the vision of the unity of the whole
Church,
and to do separately only those things which we cannot do
together.
Hold before us also the vision that your will is life for all your
creation,
and to protest and struggle against the forces of death.
Help us to live as brothers and sisters in the one family into
which you have brought us.
Help us to build a community
in which Aboriginal and non-Aboriginal live together in harmony,
where we stand together,
listen to one another and understand and respect each other.
Amen.
(Adapted from prayers for the Week of Prayer for Christian Unity
and Reconciliation, 28 May - 4 June, 1995)
HYMN: WE CANNOT MEASURE HOW YOU HEAL
(Tune: Ye banks and braes, key F)
We cannot measure how you heal
Or answer every sufferer's prayer.
Yet we believe your grace responds
Where faith and doubt unite to care.
Your hands, though bloodied on the cross
Survive to hold and heal and warn,
To carry all through death to life
And cradle children yet unborn.
The pain that will not go away,
The guilt that clings from things long past,
The fear of what the future holds,
Are present as if meant to last.
But present too is love which tends
The hurt we never hoped to find,
The private agonies inside,
The memories that haunt the mind.
So some have come who need your help,
And some have come to make amends,
As hands which shaped and saved the world
Are present in the touch of friends.
Lord, let your Spirit meet us here
To mend the body, mind and soul,
To disentangle peace from pain
And make your broken people whole.
(Iona Community)
A Benediction: May the Holy Spirit be your strength, guide, healer
and source of reconciliation with yourself, with God, and with
others, all your days. Amen.
Date: Mon, 08 May 1995 08:30:20 +0000 (ACS) From:
(Neil Waller) Subject: Re:
Cain/Aussie: 'Where is your brother?' sermonin-reply-to:
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