Here's a message I gave a few years ago around July 4, Independence Day:
(This
message was preceded by a children’s sermon on the Emperor’s New Clothes –
which is included below and which you really ought to read to get the full
import of the message).
The Emperor's New Clothes
by Hans Christian Andersen
Once upon a time there lived a vain
emperor whose only worry in life was to dress in elegant clothes. He changed
clothes almost every hour and loved to show them off to his people.
Word of the Emperor's refined
habits spread over his kingdom and beyond. Two scoundrels who had heard of the
Emperor's vanity decided to take advantage of it. They introduced themselves at
the gates of the palace with a scheme in mind.
"We are two very good tailors and after many years of research we
have invented an extraordinary method to weave a cloth so light and fine that
it looks invisible. As a matter of fact it is invisible to anyone who is too
stupid and incompetent to appreciate its quality."
The chief of the guards heard the
scoundrel's strange story and sent for the court chamberlain. The chamberlain
notified the prime minister, who ran to the Emperor and disclosed the
incredible news. The Emperor's curiosity got the better of him and he decided
to see the two scoundrels.
"Besides being invisible, your
Highness, this cloth will be woven in colors and patterns created especially
for you." The emperor gave the two men a bag of gold coins in exchange for
their promise to begin working on the fabric immediately.
"Just tell us what you need to
get started and we'll give it to you." The two scoundrels asked for a
loom, silk, gold thread and then pretended to begin working. The Emperor
thought he had spent his money quite well; in addition to getting a new
extraordinary suit, he would discover which of his subjects were ignorant and
incompetent. A few days later, he called the old and wise prime minister, who
was considered by everyone as a man with common sense.
"Go and see how the work is proceeding," the
Emperor told him, "and come back to let me know."
The prime minister was welcomed by
the two scoundrels.
"We're almost finished, but we
need a lot more gold thread. Here, Excellency! Admire the colors, feel the
softness!" The old man bent over the loom and tried to see the fabric that
was not there. He felt cold sweat on his forehead.
"I can't see anything,"
he thought. "If I see nothing, that means I'm stupid! Or, worse,
incompetent!" If the prime minister admitted that he didn't see anything,
he would be discharged from his office.
"What a marvelous fabric, he
said then. "I'll certainly tell the Emperor." The two scoundrels
rubbed their hands gleefully. They had almost made it. More thread was
requested to finish the work.
Finally, the Emperor received the
announcement that the two tailors had come to take all the measurements needed
to sew his new suit.
"Come in," the Emperor
ordered. Even as they bowed, the two scoundrels pretended to be holding a large
roll of fabric.
"Here it is your Highness, the
result of our labor," the scoundrels said. "We have worked night and
day but, at last, the most beautiful fabric in the world is ready for you. Look
at the colors and feel how fine it is." Of course the Emperor did not see
any colors and could not feel any cloth between his fingers. He panicked and
felt like fainting. But luckily the throne was right behind him and he sat
down. But when he realized that no one could know that he did not see the
fabric, he felt better. Nobody could find out he was stupid and incompetent.
And the Emperor didn't know that everybody else around him thought and did the
very same thing.
The farce continued as the two scoundrels had foreseen it.
Once they had taken the measurements, the two began cutting the air with
scissors while sewing with their needles an invisible cloth.
"Your Highness, you'll have to
take off your clothes to try on your new ones." The two scoundrels draped
the new clothes on him and then held up a mirror. The Emperor was embarrassed
but since none of his bystanders were, he felt relieved.
"Yes, this is a beautiful suit
and it looks very good on me," the Emperor said trying to look
comfortable. "You've done a fine job."
"Your Majesty," the prime
minister said, "we have a request for you. The people have found out about
this extraordinary fabric and they are anxious to see you in your new
suit." The Emperor was doubtful about showing himself naked to the people,
but then he abandoned his fears. After all, no one would know about it except
the ignorant and the incompetent.
"All right," he said.
"I will grant the people this privilege." He summoned his carriage
and the ceremonial parade was formed. A group of dignitaries walked at the very
front of the procession and anxiously scrutinized the faces of the people in
the street. All the people had gathered in the main square, pushing and shoving
to get a better look. An applause welcomed the regal procession. Everyone
wanted to know how stupid or incompetent his or her neighbor was but, as the
Emperor passed, a strange murmur rose from the crowd.
Everyone said, loud enough for the
others to hear: "Look at the Emperor's new clothes. They're
beautiful!"
"What a marvelous train!"
"And the colors! The colors of
that beautiful fabric! I have never seen anything like it in my life."
They all tried to conceal their disappointment at not being able to see the
clothes, and since nobody was willing to admit his own stupidity and
incompetence, they all behaved as the two scoundrels had predicted.
A child, however, who had no
important job and could only see things as his eyes showed them to him, went up
to the carriage.
"The Emperor is naked,"
he said.
"Fool!" his father
reprimanded, running after him. "Don't talk nonsense!" He grabbed his
child and took him away. But the boy's remark, which had been heard by the
bystanders, was repeated over and over again until everyone cried:
"The boy is right! The Emperor
is naked! It's true!"
The Emperor realized that the
people were right but could not admit to that. He thought it better to continue
the procession under the illusion that anyone who couldn't see his clothes was
either stupid or incompetent. And he stood stiffly on his carriage, while
behind him a page held his imaginary mantle.
On
Wednesday of this week we’ll celebrate the 4th of July, Independence
Day. Percentage wise few Americans will pause to consider just what
Independence Day means – to most of us it is a time for cookouts, picnics,
sports, games, fun and…of course…fireworks.
Few
Americans will stop and consider that the fireworks of 1776 were muskets,
rifles, cannon and swords. Few will stop and consider that husbands and
Dads…and in some cases women and children, were dying in a war, a revolution.
Few of us
will think about the fact that at the time of Lexington and Concord, in April
1775 when the first shots were fired in the Revolution, that we had no army, no
navy, no standing army…we just had husbands, Dads, farmers and merchants and
blacksmiths and carpenters and other tradesmen…few of us will think about the
fact that one day in April 1775 they were going to work…and the next they were
going to war.
Fewer
still, this July 4th, will consider the fundamental belief in God
that most of these men and women had – both the men and women who fought for
the Revolution and those who fought against it. For while it is true that some
were Deists, that is they believed in s Supreme Being but didn’t think He was
personally interested in the affairs of men, and that while others were
Theists, which means they also believed in a God but didn’t believe in
Christianity (I’m being simplistic in my descriptions), and that others were
Christians of different persuasions…that the clear consensus was that there was
a God who had written His laws into the hearts and consciences of women and men
and girls and boys –
There is
yet at least one more thing that few people will consider this July 4th,
and that is that in 1776 we declared our independence from Great Britain –
while in 2007 we are a nation that has declared its independence from God.
Being a
pastor in 1776 would not have been easy for a number of reasons, not the least
of which was which side – if any – of the Revolution to support and how to
support it. You see, the Revolution wasn’t just an us versus them war, it was
an us versus us war, a civil war between American colonists – and what a number
of pastors were concerned about was rebellion against established government
and where that rebellion would lead.
Were some
of those pastors here today, perhaps they would tell us that our rebellion
against Great Britain
ultimately led to our rebellion against God. It is a question that few will
ponder this July 4th.
It is a
bit ironic that I’m saying these things in a school named for pastor Peter
Muhlenberg. I wonder what he would say this morning?
The
philosophical and religious basis for the Revolution was that our Creator had
written His laws on our hearts and minds and that He had established universal
laws in both humanity and nature. If we, as a matter of law and policy and
education and, yes, even religion, have repudiated the idea of a Creator – then
we have also repudiated the moral basis for our declaration of independence of
July 4, 1776 and we are now a people without a moral direction or a moral
national purpose – we are a people of anarchy…which indeed we are.
And
because we are a people of moral anarchy, we are a people of spiritual anarchy…
and that is why when we, as a people, are confronted with the claim of Jesus
Christ to be the Way, the Truth, and the Life that we think that that can’t
possibly be – for after all, there is no absolute truth…it is a matter of every
woman for herself and every man for himself…
How did
we get here? How did our Revolution reach the place where it has declared its
independence from God and has set itself on the throne of the universe?