Spend some time around Soldiers and you’ll inevitably hear some of the funniest, most quotable quips ever. The combination of hardship and imminent danger are the perfect Petri dish for producing witticisms and wisecracks. Like the gallows, Army culture is a breeding ground for humor -- bringing a moment of levity to an otherwise lugubrious environment.
The term “gallows humor” comes from the amusing last words uttered by those preparing to pay the piper – more precisely, death by hanging. Gallows are a structure that normally has a rope tied to a crossbar directly above a trapdoor upon which the condemned will stand. With the noose securely around the ill-fated individual’s neck, the trapdoor suddenly swings open, causing the miscreant to abruptly exit this world and immediately enter into the after-life for all eternity.
The first example of gallows humor I’ll cite involves that traditional contraption. Mass murderer William Palmer, while being led by the hangman to stand on the trapdoor asked, "Are you sure it's safe?" The second involves a more modern device designed to bring about the same end. After murderer James French was seated in the electric chair he asked, "How's this for a headline? -- ’French Fries'." Although the condemned may have met their end, their humor lives on.
While not exactly “condemned to death”, the Soldier is well aware of the inherent danger in his chosen profession; fully recognizing the medicinal value of humor. Consider this Captain’s comments concerning landmines: “The lieutenant raised his hand and asked, ‘If we do happen to step on a mine, Sir, what do we do?’ The captain replied, ‘Normal procedure, Lieutenant, is to jump 200 feet in the air and scatter oneself over a wide area.’” The levity the Captain conveys would likely be lost upon the Lieutenant’s mom, but laughed at by those in uniform.
A couple of the more cerebral quips I’ve heard, both communicating tremendous truths, came from men who both wore stars. My boss for my last few years, a three-star general once told me, “Man’s only natural enemy is his higher headquarters.” Oh the truth in that. The second was my Command Sergeant Major (CSM) describing the deportment of our Division CSM; “He talks loud but he doesn’t say much.” Guess he never got the memo about “speaking softly and carrying a big-stick.”
All that said, there is another who conveys His commands in a far different way. He does not shout and doesn’t depend on humor to transmit a deeper truth. Nor does He wear stars to establish his authority. Rather, He made the stars -- demonstrating His eternal, immutable and insurmountable authority. His handiwork is spread across the sky like a world-wide amber-alert for the lost. The skies silently scream, “Look up, and listen up!”
“The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they reveal knowledge. They have no speech, they use no words; no sound is heard from them. Yet their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world.”
For some, the star filled sky is only ambient light. To the professorial-secularist who peers through telescopes and patronizes the planetarium, seeking to see what stars are made of, not their Maker; they completely miss the mark. For others, stars are merely a magical twinkle, simply inspiring them to wonder what they are. But for the person more concerned with one day meeting his Maker, more concerned with his fallen state than falling stars, their declaration of glory is great news.
The stars are a sign that gently whispers that we’re not forgotten and that our Deliverer wants us to look to Him for hope. Jesus said it this way, “What I tell you in the dark, speak in the daylight; what is whispered in your ear, proclaim from the roofs. Do not be afraid of those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul. Rather, be afraid of the One who can destroy both soul and body in hell.”
Unlike that aforementioned Division CSM, the One who made the stars doesn’t talk loud nor say nothing. No, His voice goes out unto all the earth revealing knowledge. Such that, once we’ve drawn our last breath, entering through that proverbial trapdoor that all mortal men will pass, then we will instantly realize that ignorance of the sky is no excuse.
Let everything that has breath, Praise the Lord!
Excellent word, Colonel, pondering the fleeting comfort of a moment's humor, but then... eternity! How many nights as a young enlisted man standing the "Midnight to 4" watches beneath those starlit skies on the USS Midway did I try to convince myself that nothing existed beyond this world. It was no use. The year was 1973. God was not allowing me to find rest in my futile attempts pretend that the historical impact of His advent 1,973 in the past was a religious matter. It was the pinnacle of both prophecy and history in all of time and eternity. God had neither been absent nor silent. I knew that eternity approached. It was no laughing matter. I was not ready. This was the place where the unprepared would stand before their Maker in speechless horror, and finally, in righteous judgment, "be cast out into outer darkness: there shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth" (Matthew 8:12). There are no unbelievers in that place "where their worm dieth not, and the fire is not quenched" (Mark 9:44,46,48). But in that place, saving faith is no longer an option. God has NOT been silent. God has NOT been absent. And God has NOT been indifferent. "Hell and destruction are before the LORD: how much more then the hearts of the children of men?" (Proverbs 15:11). God was moved with compassion, in the midst of our apathy, "to seek and to save that which was lost" (Luke 19:10). The One who "made the stars also" (Genesis 1:16) bore the scars in His hands, as foretold by King David in Psalm 22:16 and by the prophet Zechariah, prophetically posing the question address our Savior, "What are these wounds in Thine hands? Then He shall answer, Those with which I was wounded in the house of My friends" (Zechariah 13:6). Perhaps that is a good question to ask the Lord of the universe the next time you lift your eyes and look at His handiwork, the mere work of His fingers, upon the scroll of His vast starlit skies.
ReplyDeleteBrilliant Brother David. I'm so glad that the Lord was able to reach you on the Midway. Praying your 2019 will be a year of His richest blessings!!! .
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