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Works of Love XVIII: “Love for the Dead”

[From Part II, Chapter IX: “The Work of Love in Remembering One Dead”]

“Weep less bitterly for the dead, for he is at rest.” Sirach 22:11 (NRSV)[1]

With chapter 9 of part 2, Works of Love is beginning to come to a close. With entry 17, this blog series is also nearing its end. As Kierkegaard has given us a detailed view of what Christian love is supposed to look like, now he gives us a way to test the purity of our own love: look at the way you love those who have died. [2]

We are to love everyone, and loving means remembering, and so we are to love the dead. But loving those who have died is a special circumstance, and it shows us what kind of love we are showing. If we reflect on the way we love the dead, we can see whether we are showing truly Christian love. Kierkegaard identifies three ways that love for the dead is unique.

First, he says that showing love for the dead is “a work of the most unselfish love.” He writes,
“If one wants to make sure that love is completely unselfish, he eliminates every possibility of repayment. But precisely this is eliminated in the relationship with one who is dead. If love nevertheless remains, it is in truth unselfish…. If, therefore, you wish to test for yourself whether or not you love disinterestedly, note sometimes how you relate yourself to one who is dead.”[3]
The dead cannot repay us for our love: not with favors or gifts, or even with gratitude. They cannot give us any response to our love, and so love for the dead must be unselfish—because we cannot gain from it. Compare how you love the living and the departed: do you love the departed less because they can do nothing for you? If so, then you must learn to love everyone selflessly.

Next, Kierkegaard tells us that showing love for the dead is “a work of the freest love.” He writes,
“In order properly to test whether love is entirely free, one eliminates everything which in some way could constrain a person to an act of love. But precisely this is absent in the relationship with one who is dead. If love nevertheless remains, this is the freest love. That which can constrain an act of love from a person is extremely varied and ca hardly be catalogued. The child cries, the poor man begs, the widow importunes, considerations squeeze, wretchedness forces, and so on. But all love in action which is extracted in this way is not entirely free. … On the other hand, one dead does not cry like a child; he does not call himself to memory as the importunate do; he does not beg as does the pan-handler; he does not squeeze with consideration; he does not besiege you as the widow did the judge; one dead is silent and says not a word; he remains completely still and does not move from the spot.”[4]
We often love because we are compelled to, or because we are reminded to by another person. Now, this does not invalidate the love, but our goal would be to love with complete freedom, simply because we want and choose to. The dead cannot compel us, and they cannot remind us. Whatever love we show for them is done in freedom, of our own will and conscience. Compare how you love the living and the departed: do you love the living more because they are here to remind you? Do you fail to love when the person isn’t right before your face? If so, then perhaps you must learn to love more freely.

Finally Kierkegaard tells us that showing love for a person is “a work of the most faithful love.” He writes,  
“infrequently there is talk about the lack of faithfulness among human beings. Then one blames the other and says, ‘it was not I who changed; it was he who changed.’ Good. And what then? Do you remain unchanged? ‘No, as a consequence I naturally changed too.’ …[But] we are speaking of the relationship to one dead, and here it cannot be said that it was the one dead who changed. If an alteration enters into this relationship, I must be the one who changes. Therefore, if you will test whether or not you love faithfully, note some time how you relate yourself to one who is dead.” [5]
In relationships with the living we can very often blame the other person for the fact that we have stopped loving them. “They did it first,” we might argue. “I only stopped loving them because they changed.” Not so the dead. After all, the dead do not change. If my love for them changes, then it is a failure on my part, not theirs. I have no one else to blame. Compare how you love the living and the departed: do you struggle to keep loving the dead the same way you do the living? If so, then you may need to learn to love more faithfully.

Kierkegaard closes by turning this exercise back around to the living. We do have a duty to love the departed, but we also have the same duty to the living. He writes,
“Remember one who is dead, and in addition to the blessing which is inseparable from the work of love, you will also have the best guidance to rightly understanding life: that it is one’s duty to love the men we do not see, but also those we do see. Our duty to love the men we see cannot be set aside because death separates them from us, for the duty is eternal; but consequently our duty to the dead cannot separate our contemporaries from us so that they do not remain objects of our love.”[6]
So the final question is, if you do love the departed selflessly, freely and faithfully, then do you love the living the same way?

Dear Father,
I confess that I fail this test. When I look at how I have loved the departed that I have known, I have been selfish, thoughtless and faithless. Help me to love with Christian love that is selfless, free and faithful. Bind my heart to all those brothers and sisters I cannot see—whether we are separated by death or by space. Make me to love those who live in heaven with you, and those who live  on the other side of the world, with Christian love. And help me to love those I do see with the same kind of love: selfless, free and faithful.
In the name of your son, Jesus Christ, who, by his resurrection, has made us a communion of saints,
Amen.



[1] The Wisdom of Sirach, also known as Ecclesiasticus, is a book in the Old Testament Apocrypha—books accepted in the canons of the Catholic, Orthodox, and Anglican churches, but rejected by Jews and most Protestants. Kierkegaard was a Lutheran; however, the Danish Lutheran Church included Sirach in their canon until 1871, 16 years after Kierkegaard’s death. I have included it here because it is the more pertinent of the two passages he quotes in the chapter, with no comment on its canonicity.
[2] Before I get into this topic, I feel that I should lend some context. Those who have experienced loss are understandably sensitive when that loss is trivialized by those who do not share the experience—and so the context becomes important. When Kierkegaard wrote this, he was well-acquainted with loss. He was 34, and he had already lost both of his parents and five of his six siblings. Kierkegaard does not take up this topic lightly.
[3] Ibid. 320,22.
[4] Ibid. 322-3.
[5] Ibid. 326.
[6] Ibid. 328-9.

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