Tuesday | November 27, 2007

Why I have trouble getting emotional about holy sites in Jerusalem.

This is from a recent update from Christian Peacemaker Teams in the Hebron area. Just to clarify, it is virtually impossible for Palestinians to get a permit to build even in East Jerusalem, much less in the South Hebron Hills deep inside the West Bank. At-Tuwani is a small village whose land is being enroached upon by an illegal settlement. CPT is there to accompany children on their way to school so that they won't be attacked and harrassed by settlers, and hopefully to reduce settler violence against the village. For more information see www.cpt.org.


CPTnet
26 November 2007
AT-TUWANI: Demolition order issued for mosque


On 26 November at 2:30 p.m., an Israeli army jeep and a white pickup truck,
belonging to the Israeli District Coordination Office (DCO),* drove into the
village of at-Tuwani and left an order for the demolition of the village
mosque.


Israeli officials did not speak with anyone from the village.  They placed
the written order under a stone near the mosque and then drove out of the
village.  The demolition order gives the villagers five days either to
demolish the building themselves or obtain an Israeli court ruling to
suspend the order.


The villagers built a mosque in 1987, but the Israeli military demolished it
that same year.  Although they were unable to obtain building permission
from the Israeli authorities, the villagers decided to rebuild their mosque
at the end of 2006.  In May 2007, the Israeli authorities issued a 'stop
work order' for the mosque.  This communication generally precedes a
demolition order.


As of this writing, the villagers have not decided on their response to the
demolition order.


The Israeli authorities have also recently issued demolition orders for two
homes in the village of Imneizil, close to the Green Line and the route of
the southern section of the Separation Barrier/Annexation Wall.


* The DCO is part of the Civil Administration, the section of the Israeli
army that deals with Palestinian civilian affairs in areas of the occupied
Palestinian territories under Israeli control.


_______________


Christian Peacemaker Teams (CPT) seeks to enlist the whole church in
organized, nonviolent alternatives to war and places teams of trained
peacemakers in regions of lethal conflict.  Originally a violence-reduction
initiative of the historic peace churches (Mennonite, Church of the Brethren
and Quaker), CPT now enjoys support and membership from a wide range of
Christian denominations.


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Sunday | November 25, 2007

On crosses and paths

Coming back from Beit Jalla the other day, our bus was stopped at the checkpoint. Even after only a few times, this becomes routine--everyone gets off, unless they are elderly or are nursing a child. We stand in line while the soldiers search the bus and check the ID cards of those sitting on the bus. Then we pass by, one at a time, the Palestinians somehow seeming less nervous than me, stone-faced by the routinization of oppression, hoping that the soldier will find no fault with their ID and their permit. The other day at Sabeel, a Muslim professor giving a talk to a group pointed out that even if a soldier doesn't abuse you, doesn't hit you or shoot you or verbally harrass you, the searching and the profiling is an act of violence, a violation. It's banal violence, structural violence, non-overt violence....but violence nonetheless.

This time, one of the soldiers spoke to me directly, and asked me how I was doing. "I'm fine," I said, "and you?" And I noticed that he wore a silver cross necklace over his black military vest.

There are several explanations, and I'm sure that I don't have all of them. Perhaps he is a Messianic Jew, a recent convert who believes in Jesus as the Jewish messiah. Perhaps he is a Christian Zionist who was somehow able to claim the right of return through a Jewish relative, eager to serve in the military of the state 'promised' by Biblical prophecy. Or perhaps it is none of these.

But it made me think, as I got back on the bus after the other soldier was unable to find my visa--several tense moments as I showed him the visa, he shook his head at me, the other soldier pointed out the 3 month stamp, I was allowed back on the bus. These crosses that we wear--what do they mean? What are they? What are they doing around on our necks, on our churches, on our publications?

The cross was used by the Romans to execute political criminals--revolutionaries, critics, trouble makers. It was a painful death, a method of torture, death by asphyxiation, in shameful, naked public space. So that's one meaning.

Many Palestinian Christians that I meet here wear crosses. It identifies them, in a society where they are a minority among a minority. It says "I am Palestinian, I am Arab, and I am Christian. You cannot deny my existence." And so that's another meaning.

I remember in Mostar, Bosnia, my friend Fritz putting his arm around my shoulders, and pointing up to the top of the hill looming over the city. There, a massive stone cross had been built by the Croatian Catholic residents of the city. "Do you know what that means?" he asked me. "No," I said, knowing that although I knew the obvious meaning, I was missing the meaning he was referring to. "That cross," he said, "has nothing to do with religion. It has nothing to do with Christ. What that cross says is 'we are better than you. We are not one people with you Bosnians, you Muslims. We are better.'" And so, that is another meaning.

Here, I wear a cross almost every day. This is not normal for me. I wear my Methodist missionary cross, the anchor cross that we received when we were commissioned (see one of my first entries). I wear it for several reasons. The significance of the anchor cross is that it reminds us that we are anchored in faith, hope, and love. That is another meaning.

The cross also reminds me of my commissioning, of the sermon that Bishop Devadhar gave on the risks and cost of discipleship, of the fact that we must give all if we are to commit ourselves to following this disident, this homeless rabbi, this executed prophet, this lover of the unlovable. And that is another meaning.

Perhaps most importantly, the cross reminds me of the wonderful community I am part of, of the support and encouragement and advice and prayers that surround me. I need to be reminded of this, daily. And that is another meaning.

Of course, sometimes there is the cynical reason for wearing the cross here, back to that ever-important issue of identity. The cross around your neck says "I am not Jewish or Muslim. I am Other. I am a tourist or a student. I don't belong here, and I am not dangerous." And that is sad. But it is another meaning.

Many of my friends believe that the cross means that God is very angry at humans, and that God needs to punish us, and that Jesus stepped in and took the punishment for us, and that by believing that, we are saved from punishment, but by not believing that, God is still mad at us, and so we will get punished after all. That is another meaning.


But the cross that Jesus carried didn't come on a necklace. It didn't, to paraphrase a famous Biblical scholar, have handles by which to carry it. And it didn't fit neatly into a doctrine or into a belief system or into a religion. It was heavy and ugly and it meant death and pain. And so what it means to carry that as your symbol, as a symbol of victory, is that this is how we conquer. We don't conquer by using more violence than the other side. We don't gain victory by winning. Our victory is found in loss, in pain, in moments in which anybody who knows anything would say, "might as well give up."


The other day in Bible study, one of my Palestinian friends argued that it is silly to talk about forgiveness unless you have a position of power. And I understand what he is saying. I understand when the people here say that justice must come before forgiveness. I do understand.

But the cross says otherwise. It says something very foolish that it was on the cross that Jesus prayed for forgiveness for his executors, not after the resurrection.

We are engaged in foolishness. That is what the cross says. People like quoting Gandhi. He is easy to quote. People like to say "You must be the change you wish to see in the world." But anybody who knows anything will tell you that this is foolish. You don't change the world by changing yourself. You change the world by getting to the people in power, the opinion makers, the policy makers. You change the structures of power, you convert the politicians, you gain power over others, and then you can make change.

Jesus is easy to quote, too. Like Gandhi, he is harder to follow. Like Gandhi, if we're honest, we consider a lot of what he says to be foolish.



And that is what the cross says. It says that our path is the path of foolishness. It says that our victory is in defeat. It says that we forgive even as we are killed. It says that we conquer not by the power of the lion but by the power of the slain lamb. And that is a tough thing to say, no matter where you are.




"For we proclaim Christ crucified, a stumbling-block to the church-goers and foolishness to the secular folks, but to those who are called, both church-goers and secular folks, Christ the power of God and the wisdom of God. For God's foolishness is wiser than human wisdom, and God's weakness is stronger than human strength." (Paul's first letter to the Corinthians, with a little bit of Clarence Jordan-esque interpretation involved)


Here's to the foolish. Here's to the cross. Here's to the Path.

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Monday | November 19, 2007

Elevens and nineteens

It's almost the end of November 19.

One year ago I was at the Exploration conference. What we were exploring was ordained ministry in the context of the United Methodist Church.

Years before that, in 1999, this was the day that I found out about the death of someone important to me. This person was someone who had challenged me to dedicate myself 100% to whatever it was that I chose to do in life. I thought that that was scary, but it stuck with me.

Coach Steve Dart and his wife killed themselves around this time in 1999, and it was today that I found out. And so this day has always been tough for me, a bit sad and a bit painful and definately full of doubt.

And so a year ago, when I made the decision to really commit myself to ministry, in whatever form God would lead that to take, it was symbolic that it was on this day. It was on this day that I told God that I wanted to take on, in the words of Clarence Jordan, "a committment of life, to life, for life."

I hope this doesn't sound too cheesy or self-aggrandizing or something like that. But it has been a year of many changes and many things staying the same. And it has been a frustrating day, in ways that maybe I will share some other time.

And I sort of want to decide, out here in the internet blue, for whatever reason, to keep this committment going. My original idea was that this wouldn't be a sad day for me anymore. That probably wasn't the right way to look at things. There is always sadness, always pain, always Good Fridays.


But it has been a year since I really said, Yes. And tonight, in all of this frustration and uncertainty and sadness and doubt, I want to say Yes again.


Tomorrow is my birthday. I've never been a huge fan of my birthday, at least not for a long time. But if we could all take time in our day to celebrate rebirth, what a wonder it would be.

We are made human by birth. But it must be a continuous decision to be human by heart, by hope, by love. Conversion is to turn and to keep on turn, turn, turning back to that life.


Of life. To life. For life.  I hope and pray that it may be so.

Amen. Amen. Amen.
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Thursday | November 15, 2007

What it means to be a missionary

If you wanted a really thoughtful, reflective, definitional post, you came to the wrong place.

It is 11:33 here. It is 4:33 on the East Coast. I am too tired to check my email.


I have had one too many Taybeh beers. They cost more here than imported beer from Denmark. They have to come about 10 km from the West Bank. Here, the Occupation even touches the beer.



We have a day off tomorrow. I will be in the office, anyway.



Life is funny. Life is sad. Life is beautiful. If we weren't all such a mess, maybe it wouldn't be any of those things.



Gratitude hurts. Apathy kills. Reaction is an idol that we worship. Loneliness is a poor reason to long for community. Longing for community is what we do, when we have a human moment.


My friend Paul has a box of spices labelled Al Aqsa thyme. And I guess you have to hear the call to prayer from the Haram As-Sharif for that to really be funny.

And that's what it means to be a missionary, at 11:37 PM Jerusalem time, 4:37 PM East Coast time, Al Aqsa thyme, falling flat on our faces finding grace on the floor, God's time, thank God we have the time to laugh at time.




I miss you all, wherever you may be.

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Monday | November 12, 2007

The Story from Mary's Well, Beit Sahour, Bethlehem District

While Mary was running--clutching to her body, in fear, her wonderfully new baby boy--
Running from the forces of fear
Of oppressive government
Running from the vassal of empire

She stopped at a well

And begging the shepherd who owned it
Asked for a drink of life-giving water

They beg for mercy
They ask for justice
Because if you have water to give, and don't
It's more than a matter of charity
It's a matter of injustice

And he refused
As we do.


And sometimes, in this dry, dusty land
It is literally the water that they ask for
Literally the water that ought to be theirs
For which they pound at the gates
And the state says, "No."
"You are not the right identity."
"We do not need you."
"We will water our lawns
     and fill our swimming pools
        and manipulate the pain
           of our ancestors, of our pasts
              or we will, in ignorance,
                 say No without ever
                     knowing it."


And so, the story goes,
Mary fell to the ground next to the well
and begged the water to come to her.

And it did!

Rushing upwards in wonderful fountains
   of life
   and of love
cool, refreshing
droplets of water spraying up out of the ground
    nourishing
an abundance that would be wasteful were it not
  pure love....

The ground itself was on her side.





The people of this land pound at the gates.
They, the patient widows, ask again and again
at the courts of injustice
for what is theirs.

But no matter what the shepherds say.
No matter what those who think they are the owners of the well say.


The very ground is on the side of justice.
The very ground cries out for mercy.




O God,
You are my God. I seek you,
    my soul thirsts for you;
my flesh faints for you,
  as in a dry and weary land where
     there is no water.

Psalm 63
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Sunday | November 11, 2007

Vulnerability

I've been sick all week, so I thought this was appropriate:

"If you like undressing, please let me find out
and
if you like large intenstines
please let me
please let me find out."

--Jonah Matranga



Let's be vulnerable.


Please let me find out.

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All of Us Saints

Last Sunday was All Saints Sunday.

This is a day in which we remember all of those who have gone before us, as well as all of those who have been important to us in shaping who were are, in creating a foundation for our faith.

I don't know who all reads this blog. I'm assuming that some of the people who read it aren't really into going to church. But even if you're not, I think this is a pretty cool thing. To take a day and remember all of those people who have shaped you and helped to mold you and helped you to put together these pieces of experience and joy and hurt and mess that make you what you are.

There's a passage in the bible, from what's called the Letter to the Hebrews. I like that. That takes a lot of gumption, to try to write a letter to all of the Hebrews! I mean, there's a lot of them, and all.

Here, let me share the passage with you. Before this, the author of the passage has been talking about all the sacrifices that people have made because of their faith. Early Christians were persecuted, tortured, killed. And I still think that, all over the world, there are people who are attacked and killed and hurt just for being who they are, and believing what they believe, and being willing to stand up for love and for acceptance and for justice and for breaking down barriers. I have to be honest. I'm not focused on whether those people are Christian or not, and Lord knows that throughout history it has often been us white, Euro-Christians doing the killing and torturing and persecuting, instead of the other way around. But here it is, nevertheless:

"Therefore, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us also lay aside every weight and the sin (alienation, seperation, desperation, for those who are a bit worn out on church lingo) that clings so closely, and let us run with perseverance the race that is set before us." Heb 12:1

The author goes on to talk about looking to Jesus as the beginning and end of our faith, because he didn't worry about shame or suffering, just set his eyes on the joy ahead of us and that that's what brings us close to God, brings us close to the wonderful reality of Love at the center of our lives.


Wow, so why am I writing all this? I guess I'm wondering what it means to be a witness, here, for me, and for you, now.

The Peace for Life group who I was with this week, peace activists from the Global South as we are now calling it, people who have spent time in prison or have been shot at or had stones thrown at them for standing up for what they believe in, who use the word solidarity and mean it.

The young man who spoke to me in Arabic while I walked to work through the Hebrew University area of Jerusalem, taking a bit of a risk in the politics of language: "Kif halak?" "Alhamdullah" I said in response, and it took almost a minute before the significance of that short exchange sunk in.

Tom Fox, of CPT, and all the other folks in CPT and EAPPI, and the people that they work with, Muslim, Christian, Jew.

Pat and my parents and my family and all of you reading this, who have shaped me and made me laugh and brought tears to my eyes.

Coach Steve Dart, who in such a hard way taught me about grace and desperation.

A great cloud of witnesses, indeed.


I witness a lot, here, in Palestine. How can I be a meaningful witness?

This is what my friend Katie Kinne says about this:

"perhaps this is the meaning and the power behind that great cloud of
witnesses - not that they are watching our every move (better be
careful!) - but that they are there to join the brokenness they have
seen and experienced in the past with this broken present, and our
broken selves."


We are a mess, that's for sure. A beautiful mess.

And that's what it means to be a saint. To, in the midst of this mess, be a witness to the joy and the love and the beauty that is right here, amongst us, now.



In a way we're all sinners
In a way we're all saints
If we could just be human
It's a place to begin at least

In a way we're all heroes
In a way we're all saints
If we're going to live forever
We need a place to begin at least
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Wednesday | November 07, 2007

Mostest Boringest Post Ever

Friends, I'm going to post a more reflective and, inshallah, interesting post soon, but for now, here's a copy of the update that I sent out to my home church and other supportive communities back home.

Jerusalem Update:
Hello friends,
Peace to you from the not-so-peaceful 'city of peace.' I wanted to send an update, for you and to share with the rest of the church family!
So much has happened in the past month or so that I'm bound to leave things out, but this will at least give you some idea of how things are going over here!
Brief Background
Just a little background on Sabeel, the organization I work for here in Jerusalem.
Sabeel is an ecumenical grassroots liberation theology movement among Palestinian Christians.  Inspired by the life and teaching of Jesus Christ, this liberation theology seeks to deepen the faith of Palestinian Christians, to promote unity among them toward social action. (Unity in the Christian community here is no easy task, as you might imagine!)  Sabeel strives to develop a spirituality based on love, justice, peace, nonviolence, liberation and reconciliation for the different national and faith communities.  The word "Sabeel" is Arabic for 'the way' and also a 'channel' or 'spring' of life-giving water.

Sabeel also works to promote a more accurate international awareness regarding the identity, presence and witness of Palestinian Christians as well as their contemporary concerns.  It encourages individuals and groups from around the world to work for a just, comprehensive and enduring peace informed by truth and empowered by prayer and action.


Recent Happenings


Our biggest recent Sabeel event was our Fall Witness Visit, which brought 60 people from 8 different countries here for a 10 day tour. We heard lectures, worshipped with local churches, prayed together, learned about the political, economic, and social situation, and planned advocacy strategies. We travelled to a whole host of places that the US State Department would probably prefer I not go, as well as to all sorts of sites with Biblical significance, including but not limited to Nazareth, the Sea of Galilee, Nablus, Jericho, Ramallah, Bethlehem, Hebron (and surrounding villages), and East Jerusalem. In addition to hearing from Palestinian Christians, we heard from Israeli and Palestinian Muslim peace activists. It was, all in all, a wonderful, revealing, overwhelming experience.
We've also had some great local programs recently. I picked olives outside of Beit Sahour (near Bethlehem) with the Saeel young adult program, and attended a cultural and spiritual event organized by Sabeel with the help of other Palestinian Christian organizations. The event was designed to commemorate 40 years of the Occupation, which began in 1967, and focused on remembrance and hope.
Just this week I have been able to spend time with David Wildman, from the General Board of Global Ministries, who is here with a peace group. Today we visited a center for children with disabilities in the Shu'fat refugee camp, a center supported by our church. There I met Dr. Salim Anati, who does wonderful work with the children of the camp, who face intense poverty and frequent violence. We stood on a hill at the edge of the Shu'fat camp, looking over the imposing, 20-foot high "Seperation Wall." On the other side lies an illegal Israeli settlement, which enjoys well-paved roads, water usage, and electircity, while the residents of Shu'fat face darkness, water shortages, and little to no freedom of movement and acces.
Other than these activities, I work every weekday in the Sabeel office, which is located in the neighborhood of Shu'fat (not inside the refugee camp, but quite close to it). I am working on the next Sabeel International Conference, which will be held in November of 2008. I also help with all of the things that keep an office like ours running--,mailings, box packing, staff meetings, database entry, etc. It's not always glorious, but it's this little stuff that keeps our important ecumenical and peace and social justice ministries running!
Living Situation
I am currently living on the Mount of Olives, at the international guest house located on the compound of the Augusta Victoria hospital. It's good to finally get settled after travel to Nazareth, travel with the Witness Visit, and time spent in various guesthouses run by nuns. The international community here is wonderful, very supportive and helpful, and it is a joy to be here! We play volleyball together every Wednesday night, cook together, and "decompress" together after our days at various NGOs and peace groups scattered throughout Palestine and the Jerusalem area.
Church
Most Sundays I attend the large, historic Lutheran Church of the Redeemer in the Old City of Jerusalem. There is an English speaking congregation at Redeemer that comes from a variety of denominations and faith backgrounds. I love the community at Redeemer, and the support and the spiritual nourishment that it offers--but I do miss my Methodists!
Other Sundays I have worshipped in a Melkite (Greek Catholic) church. I also plan to travel to Ramallah to worship at the Friends Meeting there, and to visit our GBGM missionary Alex Awad at his Baptist Church in East Jerusalem.
And of course there is the spiritual experience of being here, in this "fifth gospel"--the land that Jesus walked. Many pilgrims who come here ignore the political situation. For me, however, the oppression and violence that Palestinians encounter on a daily basis is what makes the gospel message of costly love, dangerous justice, and everflowing mercy so relevant. 
Prayer Concerns
Please continue to pray for the situation here. Pray that Palestinians and Israelis may find peace, justice, and security, and learn the things that make for peace.
Please pray for my good friend and coworker at Sabeel, Krista. She was denied entry a few days ago when she tried to come back into the country after a trip to renew her visa. She was held in a detention facility in the airport for 10 hours and then put on a plane back to the states. She is very frustrated and depressed right now, and could use your prayer support. Please pray for all of us who have to leave every three months to renew visas--I will leave Dec 6.
And please pray for the important ecumenical, interfaith, and justice ministry of Sabeel.
Thank you so much for your thoughts, prayers, and support. The situation here is very difficult, and though there is less overt violence in many places than there was a few years ago, the political situation continues to deteriorate. However, there are voices of justice and hope in this land. Every day I meet heroes whose relentless, nonviolent persistence keeps them here in their land, striving for peace in this land which yearns to be holy. It is not accurate to say that there is Good News EVEN here, in a situation of violence, occupation, and division. There is Good News, ESPECIALLY here, especially in a situation, a land, a time such as this.
Love, peace, hope, and blessings to you all, in Christ,
David
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