FIRST THEY CAME FOR THE LANGUAGE

If you want to make something distasteful into something more palatable, changing the name helps a lot. It might not be etymologically correct, but if you get it accepted in everyday discourse your battle is pretty much won. You can change people’s view of something by changing the name. That has long been the case. We used to build large tower blocks and call them “courts” which they never were, but it sounded better to live in a court than a tower.  Killing civilians in wartime didn’t seem so bad if we called it “collateral damage”. Same sex marriage could get over the line if we called it “Equal marriage”. If you are pro-abortion a “foetus” sounds better than an expected baby. You know how it works. Flipping it the other way, also works.

Nothing epitomises that more than the media and governments inversion of language when it comes to the current war in the Middle East. Here you have a whole slew of descriptive words that have not only drifted from their original meaning but been upended and become part of almost everyone’s conversation. Our language has been so massaged that we end up adopting terms that bear no actual relation to reality. The power of the media with its subtle infiltering of a mindset pulls us into the absurd situation, where we find ourselves believing something which is manifestly untrue and the simplest of investigation would show it to be so.

Images play a big role here.  The manipulation is clearly effective.  People will protest  “We have all seen the pictures daily on our screens” without a second questioning if what we see on these screens might not actually be true.  We have this strange ambivalence to the visual image, be it still or moving. We have no trouble seeing videos of Putin and Trump romping around on sledges in the snow and hugging polar bears in Alaska, knowing that they are fabricated. At the same time, we are convinced that a picture of an emaciated child in the rubble of a building, tells a true story. A story of deliberate mass starvation, even when the picture in question, featured on the front page of the New York Times is completely false, as the paper later acknowledged.  It was too late, of course. The picture was false but the narrative was believed.  

You know the words: ethnic cleansing, starvation, indiscriminate, massacre, apartheid, and genocide. These are universally used across the board and accepted as fact without question. When I hear the media use these words in the context of Israel’s war against Hamas, I realise they are speaking a different language from the one I know. In their classic usage they bear no resemblance to reality and are an inversion of it. It makes it hard and pretty much impossible to discuss or engage with the issue in any rational way.  When the common language is lost, we are left with shouting, name calling, flag waving, flag burning and the babel of hatred, with Jackboots waiting in the wings.

First, they came for the language, but it was only words, so I said nothing.

Babet

Today, one of the wildest of the year, with Babet flexing her muscles, is a Day for Prayer for the Middle East. The doors of our church building are open from 10am-4pm to allow people to call in and spend some time in prayer, calling on God to have mercy and intervene in the horror that has been visited on humanity in the Middle East. It is hard to know what to pray for and the call from Christians, right there on the ground in Israel and Gaza, is that they too would know what to pray for. Here, the words of the Psalmist are apposite, “ When the foundations are being destroyed, what can the righteous do?”

Trying to unravel the truth from this the most complex of religious geo-political ideological issues is almost impossible. I have been listening to a number of voices: Melanie Phillips, Bari Wies, Owen Jones, Ben Shapiro, Noam Chomsky and others. I have read again parts of Robert Fisk’s “The great war for civilisation”, Simon Schama’s “The story of the Jews” and Jeremy Bowen’s “Six days”. I know I have only scraped the surface and I will never get to the bottom. Fisk describes it aptly “The narrative of events – both through Arab and Israeli eyes and through the often-biased reporting and commentaries of journalists and historians since 1948 – now forms libraries of information and disinformation through which the reader may wander with incredulity and exhaustion”. But it isn’t enough just to give up and go to bed, or as some would say, “Don’t worry Jesus will return soon”.  Somehow it demands some form of judgement and a making up of a mind.

In my mind, the conflict between Israel and Hamas is asymmetrical, not just in terms of military power, but in terms of morality. Both sides live and fight by different rules.  The warfare is also total. One side will never be satisfied until the other is destroyed and wiped off the face of the earth. In that bleak reality there can be no compromise or peace deal no matter how hard the movers and shakers in the world try and the only possible solution, horrible as it may seem is for one side to have the complete victory. For the sake of Western Civilisation, as we have known it, the victor, in my view, has to be Israel.  The alternative is an irrevocable slide into a chasm of barbarism. But that is just me.

So, we spent a good part of the time today, with the newspaper spread out in front of us, reading from Scripture: the Psalms, Isaiah and the gospels and seeking what we should be praying for.

We prayed for those who have been given the authority and the power to influence and intervene: for Netanyahu Biden and Sunak, for Abdel Fattah el-Sisi, King Abdullah, Najib Mikati, King Salman, Basshar al-Assad and Ali Khamenei. We were remembering how God used pagan rulers in the past for his purposes. We prayed for those who could find no comfort after the savage and brutal hacking down of their loved ones and those in captivity, for the families living in terror of each new explosion in the night, for those piteously oppressed, for those deprived of food water and medical treatment. We prayed against evil in all its forms. We prayed for a miracle and for miracles in the darkest of situations and we prayed for the Gospel the only true answer for all humanity, to be heard and believed.

By the afternoon, storm Babet was asserting her power with increasing anger and so we retreated and cut short the day earlier than planned, while leaving it all in the safe hands of God, whose voice controlled the winds and the waves and who “makes wars cease to the ends of the earth. who breaks the bow and shatters the spear; who burns the shields with fire.