(Note: See my August 5 blog post: Jonathan Myrick Daniels – a modern day Christian martyr)
August 14 is the annual commemoration of the American Episcopal Church of Jonathan Myrick Daniels (March 20, 1939-August 20, 1965), a martyr for the sake of Jesus’ gospel of love and justice. The Collect (or prayer) appointed for this day:
O God of justice and compassion, who put down the proud and the Mighty from their place, and lift up the poor and afflicted: We give you thanks for your faithful witness Jonathan Myrick Daniels, who, in the midst of injustice and violence, risked and gave his life for another; and we pray that we, following his example, may make no peace with oppression; through Jesus Christ the just one: who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever. Amen.
Honoring Daniels’ memory and legacy, I share excerpts from his reflections. His words, for me, bespeak a faithful life; one that prepared him (though he, as any of us, could not know when or how) for a holy death.
In March 1965, Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., summoned people of good will to come to Selma, Alabama, to take part in a protest march to Montgomery, the state capital, as an outward and visible sign of support of civil rights for all. Daniels, then a student at the Episcopal Theological Seminary, Cambridge, Massachusetts, during a service of worship experienced an epiphany.
Reflection 1: “My soul doth magnify the Lord, and my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Saviour.” I had come to Evening Prayer as usual that evening, and as usual I was singing the Magnificat with the special love and reverence I have always felt for Mary’s glad song. “He hath showed strength with his arm.” As the lovely hymn of the God-bearer continued, I found myself peculiarly alert, suddenly straining toward the decisive, luminous, Spirit-filled “moment”…Then it came. “He hath put down the mighty from their seat, and hath exalted the humble and meek. He hath filled the hungry with good things.” I knew then that I must go to Selma. The Virgin’s song was to grow more and more dear in the weeks ahead.
In Selma, the marchers’ paths were obstructed by police officers. Daniels described one encounter in the vivid detail of intense human confrontation. Contemplating this experience (particularly his closing words: “Had I been freely arranging the order for Evening Prayer that night, I think I might have followed the General Confession directly with the General Thanksgiving – or perhaps the Te Deum”, which I interpret as his expression of Spirit-liberating thanksgiving and praise arising from his honest confession of his sinfulness), I discern in Daniels a rare capacity and a rarer willingness to recognize the commonality of all humanity, especially across lines of conflict; that acknowledgement shattering an egoistic self-righteousness that had been bolstered by his self-assurance of the goodness of his cause.
Reflection 2: After a week-long, rain-soaked vigil, we still stood face to face with the Selma police. I stood, for a change, in the front rank, ankle-deep in an enormous puddle. To my immediate right were high school students, for the most part, and further to the right were a swarm of clergymen. My end of the line surged forward at one point, led by a militant Episcopal priest whose temper (as usual) was at combustion-point. Thus I found myself only inches from a young policeman. The air crackled with tension and open hostility. Emma Jean, a sophomore in the Negro high school, called my name from behind. I reached back for her hand to bring her up to the front rank, but she did not see. Again she asked me to come back. My determination had become infectiously savage, and I insisted that she come forward – I would not retreat! Again I reached for her hand and pulled her forward. The young policeman spoke: “You’re dragging her through the puddle. You ought to be ashamed for treating a girl like that.” Flushing – I had forgotten the puddle – I snarled something at him about whose-fault-it-really-was that managed to be both defensive and self-righteous. We matched baleful glances and then both looked away. And then came a moment of shattering internal quiet, in which I felt shame, indeed, and a kind of reluctant love for the young policeman. I apologized to Emma Jean. And then it occurred to me to apologize to him and to thank him. Though he looked away in contempt – I was not altogether sure I blamed him – I had received a blessing I would not forget. Before long the kids were singing, “I love —.” One of my friends asked [the young policeman] for his name. His name was Charlie. When we sang for him, he blushed and then smiled in a truly sacramental mixture of embarrassment and pleasure and shyness. Soon the young policeman looked relaxed, we all lit cigarettes (in a couple of instances, from a common match, and small groups of kids and policemen clustered to joke or talk cautiously about the situation. It was thus a shock later to look across the rank at the clergymen and their opposites, who glared across a still unbroken wall in what appeared to be silent hatred. Had I been freely arranging the order for Evening Prayer that night, I think I might have followed the General Confession directly with the General Thanksgiving – or perhaps the Te Deum.
Daniels wrote of his awareness of his innate human brokenness (in the following reflection voiced in his sense of self-righteousness and impurity of motive) and, in that, his perception of the unfathomable mystery and miracle of Christ’s life coming alive in him.
Reflection 3: I lost fear in the black belt when I began to know in my bones and sinews that I had been truly baptized into the Lord’s death and Resurrection, that in the only sense that really matters I am already dead, and my life is hid with Christ in God. I began to lose self-righteousness when I discovered the extent to which my behavior was motivated by worldly desires and by the self-seeking messianism of Yankee deliverance! The point is simply, of course, that one’s motives are usually mixed, and one had better know it.
Daniels also wrote of his shared connection and sacred union with all followers of Jesus, present and past, the latter, that “great cloud of witnesses” of whom the writer of the Epistle to the Hebrews (12.1) speaks. For Daniels, Jesus not only is the source of this connection and union, but also (given his words, “…whose Name is Itself the Song Which fulfills and ends all songs…”) the One who brings to fruition God’s divine action proclaimed in the Magnificat. Thus, Daniels could sing with Mary, “My soul doth magnify the Lord, and my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Saviour…He hath showed strength with his arm…He hath put down the mighty from their seat, and hath exalted the humble and meek. He hath filled the hungry with good things.”
Reflection 4: As Judy and I said the daily offices day by day, we became more and more aware of the living reality of the invisible “communion of saints” – of the beloved community in Cambridge who were saying the offices too, of the ones gathered around a near-distant throne in heaven – who blend with theirs our faltering songs of prayer and praise. With them, with black men and white men, with all of life, in Him Whose Name is above all the names that the races and nations shout, whose Name is Itself the Song Which fulfils and ends all songs, we are indelibly, unspeakably One.
 The Daniels’ writings were drawn from the text, Biographical sketches of memorable Christians of the past, composed by James E. Keifer and posted on the website of the Society of Archbishop Justus (SoAJ) (www.justus.anglican.org). SoAJ, named after Justus, Archbishop of Canterbury (624-627 C.E.) seeks to promote unity among Christians, especially Anglicans, via the internet. The headings – Reflection 1, 2, 3, 4 – are mine.
 The Magnificat or Song of Mary, based on Luke 1.46-55, is recited or sung at Evening Prayer.
 Te Deum, an early Christian hymn of praise; its title taken from the opening words in Latin, “Te Deum laudamus,” oft rendered, “Thee, O God, we praise.”
 Alabama soil, though in many places composed of brick-red clay, of darkest color is referred to as “the black belt.” Hence, Daniels’ term here is without racial overtones.
 A reference to Colossians 3.1-4, particularly verse 3 (italics mine): If you have been raised with Christ, seek the things that are above, where Christ is, seated at the right hand of God. Set your minds on things that are above, not on things that are on earth, for you have died, and your life is hidden with Christ in God. When Christ who is your life is revealed, then you also will be revealed with him in glory.
 Daniels’ friend, fellow seminary student, and civil rights activist Judith Upham.
 Morning Prayer and Evening Prayer.
 A reference to Philippians 2.5-11, particularly verses 9-11 (italics mine): Let the same mind be in you that was in Christ Jesus, who, though he was in the form of God, did not regard equality with God as something to be exploited, but emptied himself, taking the form of a slave, being born in human likeness. And being found in human form, he humbled himself and became obedient to the point of death, even death on a cross. Therefore God also highly exalted him and gave him the name that is above every name, so that at the name of Jesus every knee should bend, in heaven and on earth and under the earth, and every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.