touching the sacred

Apr 25, 2024


The language of the cross
may be illogical to those
who are not on the way to salvation,
but those of us who are on the way
see it as God’s power to save
1 Corinthians 1

Let me share a couple of my most significant Anzac Day memories.

A few years ago I was on Rēkohu Chatham Islands for what has become one of Aotearoa New Zealand’s most sacred days, the ANZAC day of remembrance in gratitude for those who gave their lives, their health, their youth, their service that we may live in peace.

The art above was produced by one of the students at the local Te One school.

For the 600 people for whom the small island of Rēkohu is home, ANZAC day is a moment when heaven meets earth in the silence, the remembering, the prayer and the hope.

This is the atmosphere across New Zealand and Australia on this holy day.

Such days of remembrance provide a bridge between our world and eternity, between earth and heaven, between God and humanity. We sense this in the gathering in silence, the communal presence and the solemn ritual.

At the rising of the sun, as on Easter day, we remember that earthly life does not end in death.

Today Aotearoa and Australia take pause, a national day of remembrance, a break from work and study routines to remember.

Perhaps all our problems in life come from our forgetting to remember, from neglecting to take pause to ponder the essential.

This brings me to my second significant Anzac day memory.

When I was serving as Parish Priest of the Hurunui I stayed one night at the Hanmer Springs presbytery. I woke before dawn one morning to a very unusual noise, a sound I could not place until I looked out the window to see what seemed like thousands of people walking down Amuri Avenue to the cenotaph at the entrance to the town. I quickly threw on some clothes and went out to join them.

The strange thing was that this mass of people were not speaking but simply moving in silence. The sound that had woken me was that of a great throng of people moving together in silence.

Being a holiday weekend the town was full of people and it seemed that most of them were joining the gathering.

As we stood and waited for the service to begin there was more silence. No one spoke. People of all ages, waiting in silence.

The service was the same form used for a century. Silence. Prayers. Ritual litany: “At the rising of the sun….” and the people without script or prompting loudly responding “We will remember them.” A bugle played, again without introduction or explanation, the same tune used at every Anzac service, without improvisation and without accompaniment by other instruments. Then in a silent and ordered procession each person came forward to lay a poppy before a solemn conclusion after which people slowly departed, changed and moved by the gathering.

I’m thinking now of Pope Francis’ reflection on liturgy (June 2022) in which he wonders (quoting Romano Guardini) if people today have lost the ability to read symbol and to engage with liturgical action.

My answer, confirmed by the Hanmer Springs and Chatham Island Anzac Day celebrations, is a clear “no.” People of the twenty-first century society, often called secular, do have the ability to engage with liturgy whenever it touches life and death, and wherever this is celebrated well.

Thank you to the people of Hanmer and Chatham Islands for this education.

God of love and liberty,
we bring our thanks this day
for the peace and security we enjoy,
which was won for us
through the courage and devotion
of those who gave their lives
in time of war.
We pray that their labour and sacrifice
may not be in vain,
but that their spirit may live on in us
and in generations to come.

1 Comment

  1. Amen. This is a day to pray for the dead and to grow in compassion for the living dead left behind by war. We pray especially for those who are in war zones today who feel they have lost their humanity through their experience of violent conflict. Amen.


Submit a Comment

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

Latest Posts

growing young

growing young

A simple experiment will give a more personal experience of the life that is on offer.

sky gazing

sky gazing

The disciples were full of joy at the Lord’s definitive departure. We would have expected the opposite.

farm time

farm time

Now there’s a sabbatical inspiration: learning to wait. Yes I might plant seeds, but God brings the harvest.



There people gather on their own turangawaewae, the place where they stand, lead and are most at home