I hate March. There, I’ve said it. I always find March to be a disappointing month. I am ready for spring, but March is the month that fails to deliver. I’ve always told my wife that when we retire, I really won’t be interested in travelling south for the winter, although I have conceded that I could warm to a trip to skirt the cold of a muddy and mucky March.
The month is named after Mars, the god of war in the Roman pantheon. It was the month to resume battles interrupted by winter. Interestingly, it was originally the first month in the Roman calendar – since it was the season when spring supposedly begins – a season of fresh starts – but I have never lived in a place where that was true. Growing up on the farm I recall regularly looking for cows that were calving out in some snowbank in the month of March.
March was also a month of religious festivals for the Romans. Of course, the overlap of religious festivals and war is not unknown in world history. Invoking the gods, or God, for your cause didn’t end with the end of the Roman empire, or the Holy Roman Empire, or any other empire for that matter. We still like to imagine that the divine is on our side when we are in conflict.
Interestingly, the etymology of the word conflict means to strike with, or possibly to strike thoroughly. I suppose we all want God to strike with us, so that our striking is thorough. Of course, in this time of Lent in the life of the church, we recall that God’s experience of striking is being struck – once when Jesus raised the ire of an officer of the court during his interchange with the High Priest in John 18, and then again by the Romans before his crucifixion in John’s, Mark’s, and Matthew’s gospel. It is interesting to note that Jesus is struck by representatives of the Jewish and Roman worlds, who were in their own conflict, albeit one that was grossly disproportionate in power. God in Christ, it seems is in the middle of the conflict as the wounded rather than the wounding one.
Well, there is conflict and there is conflict. Good conflict involves a different kind of striking, I think. Something that is striking might be revelatory: opening us up to see what we couldn’t before, and so we say “It just struck me that this is the case!” This isn’t the kind of striking that aims to crush people in the conflict. Conflict is inevitable, but how we enter in and exit conflict makes all the difference. Of course, it isn’t only God who is wounded in conflict. We are all struck. Liberation theologians famously remind us that the oppressors are also oppressed in their own way. We can be both lions and lambs, just like March, it seems.
In my part of the world, March came in like a lion with some 10 inches of snow. Despite my antipathy toward March, I have to admit, that I found my backyard breath-takingly beautiful. Soon the muck will return, and I will blink my eyes, and the month will have ended, at which point we will see if March plays the lamb card. I hope so.