We've just been remembering those from Broughton who died in the two world wars at our unique and special War Memorial, which was unveiled in 1923. However, next month is the 100th anniversary of the unveiling of the War Memorial in Port Sunlight.
Port Sunlight is a village on the Wirral, near Liverpool. It is the site of a soap factory founded by William Lever who also created the model village for his workers to live in. Some of you may remember Sunlight Soap. The company is now called Unilever and makes amongst other things, Lynx deodorant, Ben & Jerry's Ice cream and Persil washing powder, though you probably don't want to mix those up!!
Mr Lever, who had become Lord Leverhulme in 1917, was anxious to have a memorial to commemorate those of his workers who had been lost in the First World War. It was was unveiled on 3rd December 1921. But why am I telling you about this memorial rather than our own?
Well, Lord Leverhulme decided that the unveiling of the memorial should be carried out, not by a famous person or even by himself, but by employees who had served in the war. A vote of all the Lever ex-servicemen was held, and those chosen were Private Robert Cruickshank who had been awarded the Victoria Cross and Sergeant George Eames, who had been blinded at the battle of the Somme. George Eames was also my great, great uncle.
I never knew George or his branch of our family, but by a little bit of Googling I found out some facts about him. Not only was he blinded at the Somme, but his left arm was wounded making it 'virtually useless'. In August 1916 George went to St. Dunstan’s Lodge for Blinded Soldiers where he learned typewriting, braille and poultry farming. However, George decided to pursue singing and went on to be incredibly popular and became well-known as ‘the blind baritone’ or 'the soldier baritone', even appearing on postcards.
Amazingly, I also found a Pathé newsreel showing George unveiling the War Memorial.
Finding out all of this about George, and also seeing him on film gave me some sense of connection with him, but he is still not much more than a name carved on a piece of stone. And the same might be true of the names we heard read this morning. When the Cubs came in last Thursday to think about Remembrance we looked at the names and thought about the families who lost loved ones. We also found one of them, Charles Hogg, in the baptism register and thought about the fact that he would have been baptised in that font over there, as had some of the Cubs, and I suspect many of you here today. But although we can find out interesting facts about people who died in the wars, and we can make connections with them because we are related to them, or live in the same place, or were baptised or married here in the same church - they can still be little more than names carved on stone.
And that is quite a sobering thought. We often say when someone has died that they live on in our memories, but as we look at the names on the memorial, there are few people left, if any, who would have known those men. They've become figures from history, known only through pictures and writings, just the same as Henry VIII or Cleopatra.
Our first reading from Psalm 103 puts this thought poetically but profoundly: God remembers that we are mere dust, our life is like grass – we flourish like flowers but like them we wither and our place remembers us no more. We like to think that we are so important, but even in an age of social media there will be little trace of us in two hundred years or so. But this doesn't mean that our lives are meaningless nor that we are worthless. Because even though our bodies will decay and the people who remember us will also eventually die, Jesus reminds us in our second reading that we are much more valuable than the flowers and grass that wither and die, we are more valuable than the birds and animals, and despite the very valid concerns about environmental damage, we are more valuable than the earth itself.
We are more valuable because we are loved by God our Heavenly Father, and he formed us, he knows us, he forgives us, he loves us and he remembers us from everlasting to everlasting. As we seek to bring his kingdom here on earth we will find that he gives us the things we need so that we no longer need to argue and fight over things. As we respect his authority over us we will find that as high as the heavens are above the earth, so great is his love for us. As we turn to him to say sorry for the things we continue to do wrong, we will find that he forgives us and he has taken our sins from us as far as the east is from the west.
As we accept him as our Heavenly Father, it doesn't matter that one day we will be names in books; historical figures known only through pictures and words. It won't matter because we will have eternal life, and we will be known and loved by God. Our names will be engraved on his hands (Isaiah 49:16), they will be written on his heart.
Finding out all of this about George, and also seeing him on film gave me some sense of connection with him, but he is still not much more than a name carved on a piece of stone. And the same might be true of the names we heard read this morning. When the Cubs came in last Thursday to think about Remembrance we looked at the names and thought about the families who lost loved ones. We also found one of them, Charles Hogg, in the baptism register and thought about the fact that he would have been baptised in that font over there, as had some of the Cubs, and I suspect many of you here today. But although we can find out interesting facts about people who died in the wars, and we can make connections with them because we are related to them, or live in the same place, or were baptised or married here in the same church - they can still be little more than names carved on stone.
And that is quite a sobering thought. We often say when someone has died that they live on in our memories, but as we look at the names on the memorial, there are few people left, if any, who would have known those men. They've become figures from history, known only through pictures and writings, just the same as Henry VIII or Cleopatra.
Our first reading from Psalm 103 puts this thought poetically but profoundly: God remembers that we are mere dust, our life is like grass – we flourish like flowers but like them we wither and our place remembers us no more. We like to think that we are so important, but even in an age of social media there will be little trace of us in two hundred years or so. But this doesn't mean that our lives are meaningless nor that we are worthless. Because even though our bodies will decay and the people who remember us will also eventually die, Jesus reminds us in our second reading that we are much more valuable than the flowers and grass that wither and die, we are more valuable than the birds and animals, and despite the very valid concerns about environmental damage, we are more valuable than the earth itself.
We are more valuable because we are loved by God our Heavenly Father, and he formed us, he knows us, he forgives us, he loves us and he remembers us from everlasting to everlasting. As we seek to bring his kingdom here on earth we will find that he gives us the things we need so that we no longer need to argue and fight over things. As we respect his authority over us we will find that as high as the heavens are above the earth, so great is his love for us. As we turn to him to say sorry for the things we continue to do wrong, we will find that he forgives us and he has taken our sins from us as far as the east is from the west.
As we accept him as our Heavenly Father, it doesn't matter that one day we will be names in books; historical figures known only through pictures and words. It won't matter because we will have eternal life, and we will be known and loved by God. Our names will be engraved on his hands (Isaiah 49:16), they will be written on his heart.
