Scripture: 1 Samuel 28:3-20
When I was young, and would sleep over at a friend’s house, there was almost always a point in the evening when a certain book would make an appearance. It was called Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark. It also had sequels, Scary Stories II and Scary Stories III. These books contained all of your classic American kid-oriented horror stories like the story of the woman who always wore a ribbon around her neck and when she finally took it off her head fell off; or the story of people who kept hearing a scratching sound on the top of their broken-down car when a killer with a hook for a hand was known to be on the loose.
To be honest, I’ve never really been someone who enjoys scary movies or haunted houses or otherwise scaring myself just for fun. But I listened to my friends tell those stories and sometimes I told them, too. They were part of our childhood, maybe as we tried to process things about the world around us that we didn’t understand.
Recently in a Facebook group of pastors that I’m in, someone asked just for fun if we believed in ghosts. I was surprised at the number of people who said they did – or, in some cases, that they didn’t until they did. They shared stories of mysterious noises in their old houses, organs playing on their own at church, children speaking to relatives who had died long ago. One person had an experience where she saw a person in the middle of the road driving home one night, slammed on her brakes, and there was nothing. When she drove past again the next day, at that exact spot, she noticed a small cross on the side of the road, marking the spot where someone had died in an accident earlier that week.
I haven’t really had that kind of experience for myself, but I don’t know. I mostly try not to think too hard about these things – the theological, yes; the paranormal, no. My policy is that if ghosts exist, I won’t bother them if they don’t bother me. This has worked out reasonably well so far.
You wouldn’t think that the Bible would be the place to go for ghost stories, and for the most part, it’s not. Somewhere along the way in Israelite history it became forbidden to engage in any sort of cultic activity around the dead – so if that kind of stuff was happening, it usually didn’t make it into the Bible, or if it did it got edited out along the way. But we do get these hints, from time to time, that ghosts were part of at least the conceptual world that our friends from the Bible lived in – and not just the Holy Ghost. When Jesus walks on water, for example, in the Gospels of Matthew and Mark, the disciples in the boat think they are seeing a ghost. In Leviticus (19:31), we find a prohibition against practicing divination and consulting dead spirits – and, as we all know, you don’t have to prohibit something that isn’t going on in the first place.
And, back in 1 Samuel, we get this story of a king determined to seek guidance from the dead.
You might remember the prophet Samuel. Samuel lived in a time when the nation of Israel was in transition, moving from an informal structure of governance by judges to a respectable monarchy. Samuel grew up in the sanctuary of Shiloh, before the Temple in Jerusalem existed, as assistant to the head priest Eli. As he grew God spoke to him, and he became known as a prophet, and he oversaw the anointing of Israel’s first king, Saul, and he advised him along the way.
Advising Saul wasn’t always an easy thing to do, because Saul had the tendency to make bad decisions. Sometimes, if you ask me, these decisions were well-intentioned enough, but not for Samuel and not, apparently, for God: and so eventually Samuel told Saul that God had rejected him as king.
That all happens before this story starts. Saul doesn’t stop being king right away. Rather, he goes on doing king things such as waging war on the Philistines, with whom his best frenemy David has joined forces. Meanwhile, Samuel grows old and dies, and is buried in his hometown of Ramah. And Saul, maybe because he’s trying to do the right thing by YHWH for once, has banned the mediums and diviners from the land – anyone who might cross that dangerous line between the living and the dead.
But then he realizes he’s put himself in a bind, because the Philistines are advancing again, and God isn’t answering Saul’s prayers anymore, and Saul is afraid. And he realizes it would all be OK – if only he could talk to Samuel.
So he says to his servants, “Find me a medium.”
“There’s one in Endor,” they whisper back.
Saul disguises himself and as night falls he sets out and makes his way to this medium in Endor, and he finds her and he says, “Call up a ghost for me.”
She looks him in the eye, testing him, and says, “It’s against the law to call up ghosts.”
“You won’t get in trouble,” he says.
“Who do you want me to bring up for you?” she asks.
“Samuel,” he says.
“Saul!” she accuses him.
“Don’t worry,” the king says to her, “just tell me what you see.”
“I see an old man coming up, wearing a robe,” she says, and Saul bows to the ground.
Samuel, for his part, is none too thrilled about being disturbed. “What do you want?” he asks.
“You have to help me!” Saul says. “You have to tell me what to do!”
“Why are asking me?” Samuel says. “You know God has turned away from you! You know God has torn this kingdom from your hands! You brought this on yourself, and now God will hand over you and Israel to the Philistines. [pause] And come tomorrow? You and your sons will be with me.”
I read this story and I can see every detail in my mind – the dark of the room, the face of the woman, the expression of Samuel as he’s brought unwillingly back from the dead. I feel the chill of those final words in the same way I once felt a chill when the scraping sound on the top of the car turned out to be the killer with a hook for a hand. This is, if you ask me, the perfect ghost story, and I am 100% sure that our ancient Israelite forebears sat around the campfire with the flames just barely lighting people’s faces in the dark and told this story.
Why? Why do we tell these stories? There’s something about bringing the things we’re afraid of out in the open, isn’t there? The author Stephen King once wrote that he sees horror movies as “lifting a trap door in the civilized forebrain and throwing a basket of raw meat to the hungry alligators swimming around in that subterranean river beneath. Why bother? Because it keeps them from getting out, man.”[1] In a similar vein, why do we tell stories that prey on our fears? Because it keeps them from getting out, man. It keeps them from taking control of us. There’s something about speaking those fears out loud, especially together; there’s something about making them entertain us and laughing together after we scream. And that’s the beauty of Halloween, right, that besides the candy, once a year it lets us communally process things like darkness and death and monsters and spirits and a world we know we don’t quite understand and which we are frankly, underneath it all, sometimes very afraid of.
And, at the same time, in this story, Saul isn’t afraid of a ghost. It’s not that dangerous connection between the living and the dead that he’s afraid of. He’s afraid of the Philistines; he’s afraid of David rising in power; he’s afraid of those words of Samuel from long ago that keep echoing in the back of his mind: God has rejected you. God has rejected you. He’s afraid what he’s done in the past and he’s afraid of what’s inside him that caused him to do it and he’s afraid of what he might have to face next because of it. And when Samuel tells him that by this time the next day, Saul and his sons will join him in the world of the dead, Saul falls to the ground in terror, because like most of us, Saul is afraid of his own mortality too.
It’s not really about the ghosts and witches and monsters. It’s about facing the fears that are even deeper down than that.
I can’t say that the story has a happy ending for Saul. The next day, the Philistines attack. Saul’s sons are killed, and Saul himself is injured. He begs his armor-bearer to finish him off, but his armor-bearer refuses. So Saul takes his own sword and impales himself. And, as we know, David becomes king – a happy ending for those who continue on as part of David’s story. I hope, still, that from the God who knows and understands all things there might be some redemption for Saul.
But here’s what I do know: that there’s a happy ending for us, because Jesus himself crossed that dangerous boundary between life and death in a new way. He didn’t consult a witch or talk to ghosts; instead, he succumbed to the forces of death and then defeated them once and for all, and with death, all the powers and fears that come alongside it: that we aren’t enough, that God has rejected us, that our pasts will come back to haunt us, that bad things will happen in a world we don’t understand and can’t control.
We let ourselves feel the horror and we let ourselves scream (maybe internally) and then we laugh, together, because God is love and Jesus is risen and ghosts or no ghosts, we have nothing to be afraid of.
[1] https://faculty.uml.edu/bmarshall/lowell/whywecravehorrormovies.pdf