From Groaning to Glory – a Sermon
Text: Romans 8:18-30 [See here for the Bible Study Notes on this passage]
Baghdad, July 30th 1919.
Dear Walter,
I’ve got some very sad news to tell you, last night when down at the river bathing poor old Eric was drowned. You must forgive me for putting it so blunt, but I feel too full up with it to say much about it. We were bathing as usual and poor old Eric went down. We dived with ropes round us and swam about for half an hour but nothing was seen of him. He was evidently caught in a swift current and carried away. It was all over so quickly that it is hard to realise it. They say everything works together for good but I’m blessed if I can see it. You know my saying, don’t you? “What is to be will be”. We’ve got one consolation, Walter, and that is, he is gone to a happier world than this. I don’t think there was a better living man to be found anywhere and he was liked and respected by everyone. Please forgive this short letter. I hope they will find the body and bury him with military honours.
Remembrance to all,
I remain,
Your Old Pal, Sid.
Eric Gaze’s body was never found. His young widow was left to bring up three small daughters on her own. Her Christian faith, severely shaken as it must have been, grew deeper and richer over the years. She taught her daughters to put their hope in Christ, and they in turn passed it on to the next generation. Including me. Eric Gaze was my grandfather.
‘They say everything works together for good.’ This was, of course, a half-remembered quotation from Romans 8:28 – ‘We know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.’
How can Paul have such unshakeble conviction in the face of everything that life can throw at us? Has he forgotten all the sadnesses, the disappointments, the bereavements, the pain, that he had met in his own life, and that we meet so often in ours? Is this not a specimen of vague optimism, a hope against all hope, that somehow everything will work out in the end? And is not such vague optimism too easily dashed, too quickly to be replaced by fatalism, or even despair?