The name Lennox means “From the field of elm trees”. It is Gaelic in origin and both the name of a character in Macbeth and the name given to my newly born grandchild. He will not simply be a character in a play, he will be a life lived across a moment of time, a time that the more pessimistic of grandparents may consider concerning. Who would think that a child born into an educated and materialistic western society would arrive at a time of such civil unrest, where historical divides and the anarchist heart of humanity remains and the atheistic humanist’s dream lies dead?
It has been said of Shakespeare’s Lennox that he appears on stage as young, inexperienced, naïve, awkward and self-conscious. By the time he leaves the stage, the events he has witnessed and his own personal experience make Lennox cynical, bitter and cautious as he watched Macbeth fall prey to the tyranny of political ambition on the advice of a trio of witches.
I will leave you to read Macbeth for yourself but who can save my grandson, Lennox, in an age of witchery’s lies, beguiling temptations and ambitions of power? What authority will offer him security where political ambitions march the streets, toppling and defacing our history which is selectively remembered?
Should I entrust my grandson to the cultural Marxism invading our public schools, to the politics that has undermined the family and would replace the parent with itself? What about to a feminism that despises men and dismisses the role of fathers, or to the misogynist who cruelly diminishes all that is beautiful in women? Should I leave my grandson to the sexual revolution that has no place for words like, “grandson” or granddaughter”? Should I leave him to the education of the macabre traders in death by abortion or euthanasia, or to the anarchists who cry out for the defunding of police and attack the rule of law? Should I just sit him in front of the screen for the media warlocks and witches who offer entertaining half-truths and untruths while lining up for their best performance Logies? Worse than all these, should I entrust my grandson’s future into the hands of a population that largely does not seem to care?
The events of recent days are not without a history that assigns people to death. The protests themselves remember a dark history of human brutality and discrimination. These memories are not themselves new but have been a tragic mark upon human history, the mark of a humanity indulged in self at the expense of others, moments of international, national and individual sin. At the heart of this matter is universal sin, which is borne out in the loss of man’s first allegiance to God and a prejudice toward self that makes anyone who looks, speaks or thinks differently the enemy.
The events of recent days however, are not without a history that assigns a place for redemption. A good protestor’s banner considers the history and seeks more for the future. If for a grandson I was to offer protest, the banner under which I’d march would display words such as: “imago dei”; “love your neighbour as yourself”; “while we were in the act of sinning Christ died for the ungodly”.
The first would tell my grandson of the God given dignity of his life, that he is made in the image of God. The second would remind him of the God given value of the lives of all people made in the image of God and would remind him of the respect required of him. The third would tell him of the redeemer and the redemption available to him when he sins. All three would put the God so many have cast off to our detriment back on the throne, making all people accountable to the good that God demands.
Lennox - “From the field of elm trees”. Elm trees are very impressive trees, made to stand impressively by virtue of their roots. Lennox like all children will only ever escape the dangers of cynicism, bitterness and the like, by putting down roots where the resources of life give strength and dignity. That soil is Jesus Christ. This is the only place where life can carry the weight of others’ burdens and where failure is met with forgiveness, hope and the promise of peace.
No father and no grandfather wants a cynical and bitter grandson. Perhaps the answer to this is for a nation of families to re-establish roots in Jesus Christ. To him I will entrust my grandson and to no other. I pray you will do the same with your families. God knows we need to!