A couple of dozen folk of all ages walk
in a straggling group down the field of wheat, funnelling into the lane at the
bottom on their way to church. What struck me was the sombreness of their
clothing – all blacks and browns – in contrast to the rich colour of the
countryside and the vividness of the sky.
It’s a scene from the film of Lewis
Grassic Gibbon’s Sunset Song. The
dark clothing seemed life-denying, a symbol of organised religion as it is
depicted in both book and film.
Sunset
Song tells the
story of Chris Guthrie, a young woman in Kinraddie, a crofting community in the
Mearns, south of Aberdeen. Chris comes of age in the second decade of the 20th
century, her dreams shattered by the Great War. It’s a deep book, with a unique
singing style, a passionate anti-war novel which explores Scottish identity,
mourns the departure of an ancient way of life and concludes with a vision of a
better future.
At one point in the novel Chris thinks
that the Scots were never truly ‘religious’. ‘They never believed. It’s just been a place to collect and argue, the kirk,
and criticise God.’
Whatever the author’s personal
experience of religion, he portrays it in the novel as toxic. The Kinraddie
minister is a hypocrite and a serial philanderer. Chris’s father John Guthrie
beats his adult son for using the word ‘Jehovah’ inappropriately. He believes
that the members of his family are his to do with as he pleases, and uses the
theology of God’s will to justify his own lack of restraint which leads to his
wife Jean’s repeated pregnancies. ‘The Lord’s my shepherd’, he sings blithely
in the film, yet this deeply conflicted man shows little sign of following
where the shepherd leads.
And yet there is grace in Sunset Song. Grace in the compassionate,
if irascible, atheist Long Rob; grace in the kindly Christian socialism of Chae
Strachan who has the ‘Blesseds’ from Matthew’s gospel on his parlour wall;
grace, repeatedly, in the life of Chris herself as for example her active
concern for those whom others ridicule as pro-German.
There is a yearning for meaning in the
book, in deep-thinking Chris especially. Chris realises how fleeting our lives
are. We live and love and wrestle with the land, and then we go to the place of
the dead, and are quickly forgotten here. She resolves to live to the full in
the spring of her life as Rob encourages her. ‘Sing it and cherish it; ‘twill
never come again.’ Chris concludes that only the land of the Mearns, the land
of Scotland endures, though constantly changing. Everything else perishes.
Hers is a Scotland where people are
asking deep questions, seeking glimpses of something bigger than the physical
world, and glimpsing grace in one another’s lives. Yet it’s a Scotland where
religion is shrivelled and shrunken, destroying and binding rather that
bringing freedom and life.
The Sunset
Song novel ends with a vision. The new minister, Robert Colquhoun preaches
at the dedication of the Kinraddie war memorial about a hope for the future. In
the uneasy post-war world, ‘there shines a greater hope of a newer world – a
world of justice, equality and peace.
It’s a world which the novel’s author
hoped would come through socialism and communism, and though these experiments
have failed since Sunset Song
appeared in 1932, it’s a world for which we still are longing.
We too may find ourselves looking back
to some Golden Age, and forward to a transformed future. This week, in Advent,
I remembered that before Christ came the Jews looked back to a Golden Age when
David and Solomon reigned, and forward to the future the prophet’s dreamed of,
while for the present there was war and rumour of war, and an element of toxic
religion.
There’s a story in Luke’s gospel of
Simeon, an old man who’d had a promise from God decades before that he would
not die until he saw the beginning of the future. The 8-day-old Jesus is placed
in his arms. ‘My eyes have seen your salvation,’ Simeon says to God.
And a preacher in Sunset Song speaks of ‘the rising of Christ, a pin-prick of cosmic
light far off in Palestine which will yet shine on all the world.’
Sunset
Song warns us of the danger of domesticating God and
dimishing our faith until we are shallower and less fulfilled than people of no
faith.
We worship a big God of mystery and
transcendence, a God who endures when the land passes, a God whose breath holds
the world in place. A God who is in all beauty, all longing, all love. A God
who promises a better world, who calls us through prayer and politics and
poetry and compassion to help redeem the world.
A God who gives us a sign in the coming
of Jesus that the future is beginning. Christ is the spring of life, the assurance
that our lives will endure. This is breathtaking in its immensity – and this is
the Christian gospel.
The Bible verse quoted on the Kinraddie
war memorial promises that those who overcome will be given ‘the morning star.’
At times of war and trauma it may seem that a black, anguished sunset closes
the day of our hope. But look – on the horizon! – the morning star. Day is
coming.
And look! Down the wheat field of
history people are dancing on their way to God’s house, their clothing a
rainbow of glory.
(Christian Viewpoint column from the Highland News dated 17th December 2015)