Today is the feast of James Hannington and his companions,
the first of many of the “Martyrs of Uganda.” They were killed on this day in
1885—one hundred twenty-nine years ago. I read that Hannington signed up with
the Christian Missionary Society after learning that two Christian missionaries
had been murdered near Lake Victoria. He went to Africa but became very sick
with fever and dysentery, so he had to return home to England to recover. Then,
willing to return, Hannington was consecrated Bishop of Eastern Equatorial
Africa and sent back. He was thirty-seven years old.
He decided that what was needed was a safer, shorter route
from Kenya, where he arrived, to Uganda—specifically Buganda, which is a
subnational kingdom that lies in the center of Uganda. Wikipedia suggests that the
well-trafficked southern route was controlled by Arab slave traders, and
Hannington hoped to establish a better way for Christians to travel. At this
time, there were many Christians in Uganda. Hannington wasn’t journeying to
bring the gospel to “deepest, darkest Africa,” where no preacher had gone
before. Instead, he was simply trying to make Christian inroads—literally—into a
part of the country that was undeveloped.
But, as his martyrdom implies, things did not go well.
Hannington was unaware that cutting a road through Buganda would not be well received
by the authorities. At the same time, German imperial forces were spreading
elsewhere on the African continent, and the king of Buganda, Mwanga II, was
suspicious that Hannington had his own conquering agenda. So he had the bishop
and his Christian companions arrested. After eight days, Hannington and the
porters with him were executed. Hannington was speared on both sides, and as he
bled to death, he is reported to have said, “Go tell your master (Mwanga) that
I have purchased the road to Uganda with my blood.”
The gospel lesson appointed for today is Matthew 10:16-22.
Jesus warns his disciples that he is sending them out as sheep in the midst of
wolves—not a very happy image, huh? I wonder if Hannington had that gospel
lesson in mind as he hacked his way through the highlands of eastern Africa. Sheep
in the midst of wolves—what a scary prospect! All around us are those who are
out to get us. We’d better be on our guard. We’d better arm ourselves. I wonder
what sort of attitude Hannington had during his interrogation. I wonder whether
he tried to build a friendship with his captors or whether he embraced death
boldly and nobly.
There’s a danger in adopting a confrontational mindset when
travelling to a foreign land. And there’s a futility in adopting an adversarial
approach to evangelism. Surely it’s more productive to look for ways to build
connection. Instead of being on guard and expecting those around us to tear us
apart as wolves might set upon a flock of sheep, perhaps we should use a
different image for the work of the church in modern times. What about the
image of a new kid in class? Or maybe strangers trapped on an elevator? Yes, of
course, there were (and still are) times and places where Christians were
killed simply for being Christians. And I’m sure that the image of sheep and
wolves made a lot of sense in the first few centuries of the Church’s history.
But what about today? Are we sheep in the midst of wolves?
Our missionary identity has changed since the late nineteenth
century. We aren’t cutting in roads from Kenya to Uganda, seeking a safer,
quicker route for Christians. For the most part, we aren’t taking the gospel to
unreached heathen. Instead, mission and evangelism are about building
relationships. Sometimes those encounters begin in conflict, but the work of
the gospel isn’t to dig in our heels and butt heads with our “opponents” for
Jesus’ sake. That isn’t really what sheep do in the midst of wolves. Have you
ever seen a sheep in the midst of wolves? Unless they’re being eaten, they’ve
already run away. They hide. Sheep don’t fight back. They know that the wolves
are in control.
We are sent out not to impose our will on those we
encounter. We are sent out not because we know what’s best for those we meet.
We are sent out to share good news and love with the whole world. Is the world
eager to hear that message? Sometimes not. And will the world tear us apart?
Sometimes it will. But we go out to share God’s love with the whole world. And
love, of course, is about relationships.
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