Saturday, February 7, 2009

We are Co-pligrims

Pope and Muslim cleric pray
in historic mosque in Turkey
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"We are co-pilgrims" "Recently a friend of mine wrote to me: These days I frequently cycle to the mosque to hear a lecture on the Qur'an delivered in Urdu. The speaker makes the Qur'an come alive for his audience. Even as a Christian, I feel the Qur'an reaches out to me and captivates me by its beauty. As I sit among the Muslims on the floor of the mosque, I feel no dividing wall between us. The message of the Qur'an touches each one of us in a personal way. The Muslims welcome me and understand my interest in the Qur'an. They allow me to be a Christian in their midst. The Qur'an is a profound bond between us. I tell my Muslim friends I am a Christian who wants to hear the spiritual message of the Qur'an from a Muslim teacher. I do not enter into doctrinal or theological discussions. I am a humble pilgrim seeking spiritual nourishment from a faith-tradition that stems from Abraham, like my own. I seem to be at the beginning of a new stage in my Inter-Faith journey. I felt this sharing captures two important elements for us in our dialogue with friends from different religious traditions. They are rootedness and openness: rootedness in one's own tradition and openness to the other. The image which always comes to me is of a tree. The more deeply rooted a tree the more healthily its branches reach out into new horizons. Rootedness in one's own religious traditions and its sources provides nourishment and inspiration to reach out to the other and find in the other a co-pilgrim. Being a co-pilgrim with others does not relativise one's faith vis-à-vis with the other. I take inspiration from one of the documents of the Catholic Church on Relationship with other Religions. It affirmed that the Catholic Church rejects nothing which is true and holy in the world religions. The Catholic Church affirmation of the values present in the different religious traditions is the mark of openness towards other religious traditions. The openness of the Council is rooted in the Christ's work of reconciliation. As ministers of reconciliation each Christian values the deep longing of Buddhists and Hindus for total liberation from the transitoriness of life and the Muslim commitment to one God who is living and enduring. As servants of reconciliation each Christian believer call upon his/her brothers and sisters to forget the past and strive sincerely for mutual understanding. The fruit of openness is mutual understanding. I deeply believe that the followers of every religious tradition draw from their inner sources to build up mutual understanding, peace and harmony. In Asia today, we cannot think of dialogue away from the actual conditions of our peoples. Asian theologians pointedly tell us that poverty, cultures and religions mark our Asianness. Communalism, casteism, hunger deaths, illiteracy, intolerance, divisive ideologies, refugees, violence against women and children disfigure our Asian sensitivities, challenge us and shape our onward journey. As co-pilgrims we come together to draw from our inner resources and from our togetherness strength and resolve to struggle for justice and peace among all peoples. We generate synergy from our togetherness to strive for peace that is founded on Justice. In this context, I think in order to carry forward dialogue we need to ask ourselves how far can a religion be theologically reshaped in the encounter with the other, remaining both meaningful for its adherents and open to other believers? And what should be the social impact of these new relations, and how, working together, the different religious traditions can have real impact in the concrete life of the people?" By Victor Edwin SJ ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ vmalpan@gmail.com

Friday, February 6, 2009

Experiences

Gregory Chisholm SJ, Visiting professor from USA, shares his experience in Hekima College and its surroundings in Nairobi - Kenya. “I haven’t communicated anything about the inauguration of our new and very impressive President, especially from my vantage point in East Africa. That entire weekend was full of festivity. I attended the blessing of the newest Jesuit church in Nairobi, Christ the King, situated in Kangemi (more about that place later). You might have a favorite image of what a church blessing might be, especially if you attended the blessing of the Oakland Cathedral or the blessing of the Los Angeles Cathedral. So you might think there would be plenty of clerical types all decked out in vestments and large crowds of faithful Catholics watching the drama with rapt but passive attention. If these are your images, then get rid of them. Because when the Cardinal came to bless the Church in Kangemi, the brother danced…and he was not alone. The priests danced, the altar servers danced, the church ladies danced, the young people danced. When these folks in Kenya bless their churches, they throw a party for the Lord. And I’m sure I don’t have to tell you who loved every single minute of that mass. But then to top it all off, the Cardinal can preach. He walked the aisle and had the folk laughing and clapping. Now when in our Holy Roman Catholic Church have you EVER seen a Cardinal who could preach?
The next day I spent preparing my remarks for the Academic Forum at which I and Tom Scirghi, SJ would be presenting. Yet even as I did so I could feel the steady rise of adrenaline as I watched the news about Barack and Michelle following the route of President Lincoln and Barack and Michelle arriving in Washington, etc., etc. The Rector of the Jesuit Community put up an announcement on Monday (Martin Luther King’s Birthday) about an inauguration party which would be held Tuesday, beginning 5 PM Kenyan time (6 AM, PST and 9 AM, EST). I arrived on time for the party. My class had ended at 5 PM. There were about 15 Jesuit students there and we watched the drama unfold through the medium of SKY News, a British media service (since it wasn’t my party, I couldn’t announce that the British newscasters hadn’t a clue about what was going on…I simply tuned out their chatter and watched the live images). By 6:30 PM there were about 40 Jesuits in the room, yelling at the screen and each other, being young and African. One could tell that Barack was the crowd favorite, followed closely by Michelle. There was plenty to munch on and drink, thanks to the extreme generosity of the Rector, who read the mood for celebration correctly. Outside our television center, there were the sounds of matching celebrations from nearby Kibera. These would go on all night long. At the swearing in ceremony, I simply couldn’t contain my emotions any longer. Since everyone else was intent on the images, I felt pretty sure they wouldn’t see me crying. I knew at that moment there were good friends of mine standing in the freezing cold watching all this history. I knew good friends in Oakland had organized themselves into family style celebrations in front of large screen TV’s. I knew that an elderly lady (friend of mine) who lives around the corner from me would have forgotten her own 96th Birthday in order to celebrate the first black man to enter the Oval Office and his brilliant, beautiful and loving companion (watching the two of them, who couldn’t think marriage wasn’t almost the greatest gift of God to all humankind). I knew that it would be best to be alone just then, so I left the party. In my room I extended my consciousness half way around the world to my own folks in New York, New England, Detroit, Louisiana, Washington, Atlanta, Chicago, California and felt right at home and very happy.
Brother Deusdedit, SJ, the minister of the Jesuit Community at Hekima College, was kind enough to drive me to St. Joseph the Worker parish in Kangemi last Sunday (1/25). Kangemi, like Kibera, is an expanse of temporarily constructed shacks which have become home to hundreds of thousands of Kikuyo and Luo families which live in Nairobi. Some heads of households have jobs and walk to work each day to earn enough money to pay the $20.00 per month rent for a shelter without indoor plumbing and to buy food to feed children. These heads of households are often women. Other heads of households have given up trying to move up and have simply given themselves over to drugs (marijuana and heroin, which come in through Somalia to the north and east of Kenya) and/or to drink (a locally and casually manufactured brew made from maize). These heads of households are almost all men. Children are everywhere, so men and women don’t quite live separate lives but the notion of family has morphed into something that tribal traditions would never have expected, not to mention tolerated.
On the way to Kangemi for Sunday mass Brother Deus (as Brother Deusdedit is called) saw that I was fascinated by the private estates which dominate much of the land in the city of Nairobi. Although most of the people live in sections of the city like Kibera or Kangemi, most of the land is occupied by private compounds surrounded by thick high hedges (twice my height) or by stone walls with electrified barbed wire running along the tops of the walls. As we moved from one section of expansive estates to another Brother Deus would name people who lived in these parts of the city. The Mercedes and high-end Toyotas also spoke clearly about the people in these sections. Unlike Kibera, hardly anyone walked on the street in these parts of Nairobi. At one point I commented that these homes seemed too expensive for middle class people or lower middle class people. “Where do the middle class live,” I asked. Brother Deus responded, “There is not much of a middle class in Kenya, you either have everything you need or you don’t.” . There was nothing I could say, because that is literally the way life in Kenya seemed to be during my short stay.
At the beginning of our stay I had felt differently about the way of life here. Two days following our arrival in Kenya, the superior (rector) of the Jesuit Community, Fr. A. Orobotor, SJ, took Fr. Tom Scirghi, SJ and I to a coffee shop about one mile from the school. This was our first outing following our arrival. We even were able to ride the dreaded matatus for the mile journey. These are the well worn Volkswagen-type vans which are ubiquitous in Kenya and are the principal mode of transportation for most of the Kibera or Kangemi-dwelling public. The rides cost the equivalent of 2 or 3 cents. The adventure of riding a matatu can include being crowded with about 25 people in a space designed for 16. Since Kenyans are largely rail thin, this hardly becomes an issue. As much as I have come to enjoy my proximity to Kenyans, there is no possible way that I would ever fit into a crowded matatu. Another unexpected diversion might occur if you happen to share your ride with a small gang of criminals looking for a likely target. These groups may rob you during your ride or simply hijack the matatu to a place where riders can more easily and more comfortably be fleeced. Several of our Jesuit students have frolicked afternoons away in this manner.
Knowing all of the ways in which a simple ride on a matatu could become the adventures described above, Fr. Orobotor chose our outing in the middle of the day, when the vans had hardly any other passengers. The coffee shop was in a shopping complex called “Naku Matt Junction.” The complex was completely fenced in all around with painted concrete walls and decorative iron bars topped by an electrified string of four parallel wires. These barriers are at least 20 feet high, yet they enable those on either side to observe clearly what happens on the other side. There was also a guardhouse and a guard who scrutinized cars and people as they entered the shopping center through the single entrance. I found it hard to imagine a WalMart or Safeway or any shopping mall at home taking those precautions to monitor the entrance of cars or electrifying fences to keep people from entering.
Inside the shopping center there were more white people than I had thus far seen since my arrival. I could hear British, German or Scandinavian and American accents from the whites of mixed ages. The coffee shop at Naku Matt Junction was a popular hang out for groups of white residents or tourists taking the air. I didn’t dwell too much on that, since I knew enough about Kenyan history to remember that the country always had an attraction for European adventurers who ran the farms and hunted the animals and created for themselves a paradise within paradise. Except for the outside fence this looked like any fancy Starbucks with outdoor tables populated with tank topped, sandled, khaki-shorted post-college types taking the air. And I was there too. It seemed just like home.
After the coffee and croissants we walked into the mall and visited the Naku-Matt store itself. This was quite a revelation, especially on our second day in this country. What we saw were rows upon rows of perfectly stocked shelves extending for more than 100 feet from the entrance of the store. There were appliances, and cereals and liquor and rice and condiments and milk and home entertainment products and produce and junk food….all galore. “I’ve a feeling,” said I, “that we’re not in Kansas anymore.” What I saw before me belied any preconceived notion I had of Kenya as a struggling nation, battling with the World Bank for loans to feed its people, fighting off foreign interests whose only desire would be the rape of the country. I could not believe my eyes. I told the Rector that I have seen shelves of American stores much less well-stocked than Naku-Matt.
And if I had never ventured out to Kibera, which was much closer to the College than Naku-Matt, I would have held the image of that store as a clear statement of Kenya’s prosperity and its ability to take care of its people. But the Naku-Matt is not for most of the residents of Nairobi, it is for the ones who have everything. The electrified fence is for the one’s who have nothing. That’s why the hedges are so high around the estates. That’s why private guards are everywhere guarding the coming and going of those who seek access to men and women who have everything.
When Brother Deus and I reached the Church of St. Joseph the Worker for Sunday mass this week, I had a much better sense of what drives Kenya and what creates the dramatic contrasts which are obvious to everyone, except new arrivals or tourists who don’t see them. Money drives Kenya as does the desire to do whatever one must do to get it and keep it. That principal seems to apply equally well to those who drive Mercedes and to those who ride matatus. While I don’t begrudge anyone the opportunity to enjoy fully the fruit of their labor, these economic contrasts far exceed any sense of fairness or equitability in the distribution of wealth. At one point I asked someone why there was not more social unrest in Kenya. One Kenyan Jesuit suggested to me that the current economic conditions were a hold over from the British colonial rule. When Jomo Kenyatta established the modern Kenyan state following independence in 1963, he did not quite dismantle social and economic stratification left by the colonizers. Instead the haves and have nots simply shifted.
I am impressed by the religious movements and efforts here. These organizations have consciously opted to serve those in need. HIV/AIDS has particularly left the country in crisis. I have written before about Jesuit activity in Kibera and the Jesuits in Kangemi are doing similar work. They have even built an industrial effort in Kangemi so that some of the female heads of households can earn better wages. These are not older Western missionaries. Rather these religious organizations are staffed by younger committed, often African, missionaries who live and work in support of the poor in Nairobi. I have directly encountered the Missionaries of Charity (Mother Theresa’s nuns and brothers) who run a hospice in the middle of Kibera. I spent one complete morning with them at their Novitiate and found them to be the most genuinely joyful group I’ve come across. They are really fans of Barack Obama. There are also the Little Sisters of Jesus, who follow the spiritual writings of Charles de Foucault, the French mystic who lived and died in Algeria. These African women live, study and work among the poor and make common cause with their neighbors. They form communities of prayer with their neighbors and set up stalls for selling homemade goods in the Kibera market along with their neighbors. Theirs is a ministry of prayerful presence. There are also the Missionaries of Guadalupe, whom I’ve written about before. These are all young men from Mexico who have given their lives to support of parishes and other ministries in Africa. They run a parish right in the middle of Kibera. Each of these organizations have consciously sent their young people to Kibera to live and learn and help in the spread of the Word of God. In the absence of government initiatives to eliminate national conditions which give rise to Kiberas and Kangemis, these religious organizations are the face of human kindness in the middle of this very human tragedy."
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Wednesday, February 4, 2009

St Ethelburga Centre

St Ethelburga Centre for Reconciliation and Peace (London)
Yearning for Reconcilation and Peace: A Day at St Ethelburga
"St Ethelburga Centre for Reconciliation and Peace is a small little place at the heart of London which offers a peaceful place where people of all faiths and none build healthy relationships across political, religious and cultural divisions. St Ethelburga is a place where different faith traditions work together to promote reconciliation and peace '
'by creating safe space for difficult encounters, advancing practical models for reconciliation and inter-religious cooperation, and celebrating those who put them into practice, we can demonstrate an alternative to violent conflict.'
A little prayer for an end to violence which is displayed at the Centre was one of the beautiful prayers which I ever prayed:
God of life,
Every act of violence in our world,
between myself and another,
destroys a part of your creation.
Stir in my heart a renewed sense of reverence for all life.
Give me the vision to recognise your spirit in every human being,
however they behave towards me.
Make possible the impossible
by cultivating in me the fertile seed of healing love.
May i play my part in breaking the cycle of violence
by realising that peace begins with me...
The medieval Church of St Ethelburga in Bishopsgate is one of the oldest buildings. It escaped the fire of London (17th century) and survived the Second World War unscathed. But a huge IRA bomb devastated the church. It was the creativity and ingenuity of those who were in charge of St Ethelburga that they planned to build up the place as a Centre of Reconciliation and Peace. ''10 years and 3 million pounds of fundraising later it reopened as a Centre for Reconciliation and Peace providing a unique place of meeting inside its restored mediaeval walls.'' I had an opportunity to attend a program to reflect on Christian Muslim Relations at this oasis of peace. Our meeting took place in Tent.
''Tent is a remarkable new space dedicated to the meeting of faiths. It is modelled on a traditional Bedouin design, and set in an Andalusian garden. Specialists from Saudi Arabia, Morocco and Israel collaborated with young people in the UK to create a circular space in which people of different faiths can meet as equals to explore the differences between faiths.'' We (Christians from different traditions and a couple of Muslims) reflected on Muhammad, the prophet of Muslims. It was felt that it was important to have a learned and dignified understanding of Muhammad in order to carry forward the dialogue between Christians and Muslims.
Muslims view Muhammad as a living embodiment of Qur'anic teachings. He is a perfect model, for them. Muslims believe that he was sent to establish a pathway. However in history Muhammad was attacked as a liar, mad person, epileptic, imposter, sexual maniac by different Christians in different times. Such an attitude closed doors for dialogue.The important question is: as a Christian what I can say about Muhammad.
Within Christian theology, is there a space for a positive understanding of Muhammad? One need to explore from within one's traditions.
As a Catholic Christian I have a beautiful starting point: the Catholic Church's Declaration on the Relationship of the Church to Non-Christian Religions (Vatican Council II Documents). In this document the Council Fathers expressed their great esteem for Muslims as ''Upon the Muslims, too, the Church looks with esteem. They adore one God, living and enduring, merciful and all powerful, Maker of heaven and earth and Speaker to men.''
It is also important to speak of Muhammad with dignity drawing upon from the Muslim sources as well as our own faith traditions. Yes, the Spirit blows where she wills and God uses people who are not Hebrews (Queen of Sheeba, Cyrus the Persian)as His prophets. The instructor Dr Chris Hewer talked about an comment by a 8th Century CE Nestorian Pope Timothy Katholikos. When asked by a Muslim King what he thought of Muhammad, Timothy Katholikos said ''Muhammad walked in the way of the prophets.''
However, it is important to keep in mind that in the Muslim understanding the prophets were sinless. It is important that Christians should be able to speak of Muhammad in dignified way.
In the session I was happy to meet Sadat Malik a Pakistani who was born and brought up in the UK. During the tea break someone asked me about the relationship between India and Pakistan. I told the person both Indians and Pakistanis want to live in peace with one another. However, the political and ideological powers which control both India and Pakistan do not want peace. They do create situations that fuel animosity between people. Sadat Malik appeared there and told me that he was delighted to hear such remark. He asked me whether I was involved in any way in peace related activities between India and Pakistan. It gave me an opportunity to tell him my involvement in Pakistan India Peoples' Forum for Peace and Democracy and about the Joint convention I attended in Delhi. I told him the many delightful conversations I had with human rights activists, students, teachers, children, and trade unionists from Pakistan.
It was an eye opener for me to see how ordinary people long for peace and good neighbourly relations with India. He too affirmed that common man and woman want peace to get along with their life. We talked about his work with financial institutions, the present credit crunch and my research on Christian Muslim Relations. We do keep in touch with one another through email. After the program I had a long and interesting conversation with Dr Chris Hewer. First we talked about The Common Word, the document which I am working on for my MPhil dissertation. The Common Word is a Letter issued by 138 Muslim Religious scholars to pope and other Christian leaders inviting them for dialogue on what could be mutually recognised and accepted in both religious traditions. The Muslim leaders proposed Love of God and Love for neighbour as a common theological platform for such relations. We discussed many issues connected with the Letter.
Chris told me that this document has the potency to carry forward the process of Christian Muslim dialogue. However, it needs to be studied carefully and discussed in length especially the areas which are ambiguous. We dropped in for a meal at a polish restaurant near the Clapham Common. The meal was delicious and it was a great celebration of life and learning for me. "
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Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Reflections on Leadership

REFLECTION : Leadership's Role and Challenges by Timothy Radcliffe OP.
[A conference given at the 2008 General Assembly of the Canadian Religious Conference in Quebec, June 7, 2008.]
"I was asked to talk today about "les défis pour le leadership religieux." Even though "leadership" is an English word, I still dislike it. It seems to me that in the Church there is only one leader, Jesus Christ, and the rest of us are disciples. For religious I suppose that it is a way of leaving behind the old language of superiors, which seemed to imply inferiors. Every year the Conference of Major Religious Superiors in Ireland prepares an analysis of the Government's budget, usually scathing. The government trembles. Finally the Prime Minister said that he could not take seriously any institution which claimed to be both Major and Superior. So they are now the Conference of Religious! But "leadership" is the word that is used everywhere and so, with a typical Dominican humility, I will use it!
I will take us through the parable of the prodigal son. This may seem a little odd because it is not obviously about leadership. My reason is that all too easily we tend to think of leadership in terms of management and administration. The business world dominates our imagination. At dinner a couple of years ago I was sitting next to the Vice-Chancellor of Cambridge University. He struggled to work out what I had been up to for my nine years as Master of the Order. Finally he said, "I've got it. You were the CEO of a multinational. How are the Dominicans competing with the Franciscans in the vocation market?"
Being in the Service of God's Grace - If we look to the gospels, then the model that Jesus offers us is of service. And that is fundamental. Bishop Ken Untener greeted the congregation at his installation saying, "Hi. I'm Ken and I'm here to be your waiter." 1 But what sort of a waiter? The laity is often delighted to hear that we are called to be servants but surprised to see that it usually means that we boss them around. I am reminded of the Irish bishop who said during his installation that he would serve the diocese with a rod of iron.
My theory is that Christian leadership is the service of God's grace. We serve the people by serving the happening of grace. A Dominican who influenced me profoundly was Cornelius Ernst. His father was a Dutch Christian and his mother a Buddhist from Sri Lanka. All of his life was dedicated to the encounter of the East and the West. He wrote a wonderful book on grace. For him grace was not something, a substance. It was this happening of God in our lives. He called it "the genetic moment." What is wonderful about a flower is not the fact of its existence but the act of its flowering, its budding. He wrote: "Every genetic moment is a mystery. It is dawn, discovery, spring, new birth, coming to the light, awakening, transcendence, liberation, ecstasy, bridal consent, gift, forgiveness, reconciliation, revolution, faith, hope, love. It could be said that Christianity is … the power to transform and renew all things: 'Behold I make all things new.'" (Rev. 21.5) 2
Parable of the Prodigal Son (Lk 15:11-32) - Any parable or incident in the gospel would have served to explore the happening of grace. I almost chose the woman caught in adultery since Jesus gives us a fine example on how to conduct meetings and deal with awkward people. But let us see where the parable of the prodigal son takes us.
"There was a man who had two sons. The younger son said to his father, 'Father, give me the share of property that falls to me.' And he divided his living between them. Not many days later, the younger son gathered all he had and took his journey into a far country, and there he squandered his property in loose living." When you hear those opening words, "a man had two sons," you may well suspect that the model of leadership proposed will be the father. Superiors are out but daddies are in. But if one is to be caught up within a parable then you must find yourself in all of the participants. We are the father and both of the sons and the servant but perhaps above all the fatted calf! The happening of grace in this story demands all of these characters.
Leadership means refusing to be cramped by any single definition of our role. We are there to do whatever is necessary for the happening of grace. If we insist on sticking to predetermined functions, then things can become paralyzed. "It's not my job to do that." When I was a chaplain at Imperial College I went to see a venerable Anglican called Ivor Smith Cameron and asked him what I was supposed to do. He replied, "Loiter with intent.' Everyone else on the campus had their roles, from the Principal to the cleaners. The chaplain is there to do whatever is needed. That is service. A French Dominican came to stay in Oxford to learn Bengali, so that he could serve the poorest of the poor. When I asked him what he was going to do, he replied that it was they who would tell him.
A grand American Dominican came to stay in Blackfriars in Oxford. The brother who opened the door had just been sweeping the floor. And so this imperious friar said, "Brother, go and get me a cup of tea." So the brother went for the tea. Then the American said, "Now brother, take me to my room." Obediently he did so. Then the guest said, "Now I wish to meet Father Prior. Take me to his room." And he said "I am the Prior." The Prior was the theologian, Fergus Kerr! "The younger son said to his father, 'Father, give me the share of property that falls to me.' And he divided his living between them."
The parable is about the loss and restoration of the unity of the family. And this is the fruit of grace and the primary task of leadership. St Paul writes to the Ephesians, "There is one body and one Spirit, just as you were all called to the one hope that belongs to your call, one Lord, one faith, one faith, one baptism, one God and Father of us all, who is above all through all and in all." (Eph 4:5). Grace overthrows division. So your primary task as Christian leaders is surely to nurture the unity within your communities and the unity between your communities and the Universal Church.
Reconciling Truth and Unity - But how do we reconcile that with truthfulness? Truth and unity can be in tension. If I may share my experience with you for a moment: As Master of the Order of Preachers my main task was to care for the unity of the Order because you cannot be preachers of the gospel and splinter. So, we have to negotiate the tensions between left and right, young and old, first world and third world. Unlike most Orders we have always hung on to our unity, unlike some whom I am too polite to mention! But the motto of the Order is "Veritas," truth. The role of the Master is to serve the Order's bold preaching of the truth. But how can we both be boldly truthful and not split the brethren? How can we be one without being fuzzy? This is a dilemma in most of our communities today. If you preach boldly then you mailbag will be filled with angry letters. If you keep quiet and do not preach, then you have also failed. The parable gives us some clues. First of all there are no hints that the father treats this is a dramatic event. He does not lie on the ground and beg the younger son to stay or threaten him. Life carries on. Religious people are extraordinarily inclined to drama, from the squabbling of Peter and Paul until today. I know. I lived in Italy for nine years, and sometimes it was like an opera by Puccini! But if we are servants of God's grace, then the great drama has already happened. "Christ has died, Christ is risen, Christ will come again." One of the ways in which we hold together truth and unity is by living by the fundamental drama of grace rather than throwing oil on the little fires that get everyone so excited. As Dietrich Bonhoeffer wrote to Bishop Bell just before his murder by the Nazis, the victory is certain.
Let me share with you another story of when Fergus Kerr was Prior. When I was a young Dominican student at Blackfriars, Oxford, the Priory was attacked by a right wing group who resented our involvement in left wing causes. They set off on different nights two small explosives that made a lot of noise and blew in the windows. It woke up the whole community except the Prior. I was fascinated to discover what the brethren wore in bed! Pajamas, boxer shorts, nothing! The police and the fire brigade came around. Finally I went to wake the Prior. "Fergus, the priory has been attacked, wake up." "Is anyone dead?" "No." "Is anybody wounded?" "No." "Well, let me sleep and we will think about it in the morning." That was my first lesson in leadership! The father appears to just let the drama happen. This is not passivity but confidence, perhaps in the ultimate homecoming. His eyes will be open to spot the son from afar. He must have been watching.
Resisting the "Culture Control" - Our society has been called "the culture of control," and yet apparently we have less and less of a hold on what is happening. We live in what Anthony Giddens has called "the runaway world," "a manufactured jungle." In our runaway world we want safety, clear guide lines, with no ambiguity, to hold at bay the waters that are about to overwhelm us. There must be no risks, and whatever happens, I must not be to blame. It is behind the ridiculous obsession with health and safety. I heard of a washing machine that had a label stuck on it, "Do not insert babies or pets."
Christian leadership should resist the culture of control, to which the Catholic Church is rather addicted, alas. The waters of chaos did indeed overwhelm us on Good Friday, and then on Easter Sunday the women heard the angel say, "Do not be afraid." But according to Mark, like many religious leader since, they said nothing because they were afraid. The father lets things happen, even though he does not know what this will lead to. This is leadership, not having to know in advance where things are going. It is being unafraid, however much chaos threatens. "Christ has died, Christ is risen, Christ will come again."
"The Art of Dying so that the Future May Break In"- The prodigal son is anticipating the future. According to Henri Nouwen, he is saying to the father, "I cannot wait for you to die." I want the future now. This is not a good way of doing it, and he will have to repair the damage later, but it does belong to leadership to let the future happen, even if that means stepping into the unknown. That also means letting what exists now die, so that something else may happen. God's grace is the future breaking in, and that means the present must die. Often dioceses and religious orders are burdened by the past, and we hang on because general superiors or provincials do not wish forever to be known as the person who closed this beloved institution. I remember a sermon at a solemn profession by one Provincial, who was a fierce and lovable convert from Scottish Presbyterianism. He said, "I am coming to the end of my religious life and you are now beginning yours. As I look back over my religious life, and it has been a long one, I think of all that I have labored to build and to support. Often I have labored hard to construct something, to leave some monument behind me, when, inevitably, some idiot has come along after me and torn down all that I have built and called it progress. So, I want to give you this piece of counsel, whatever schemes you may hatch, whatever plans you may formulate be sure of one thing, God will frustrate them!" 3
Not having ever been a Scottish Presbyterian, I would not put it like that, but surely leadership is in part the ars moriendi, the art of dying so that the future may break in. It is creating the space for the young to do what we cannot imagine or anticipate, loosing the grip of the present, stirring in a bit of unpredictability. If we cannot face the death of our institutions, then how will we face our own death? We will only be people who preach the resurrection if we are seen to face death with courage. The other day I mentioned my visit to the monastery that was being closed and the words of the previous Provincial: "He let his son die."
But we must move on, at least a little further in the story. - "And when he had spent everything, a great famine arose in that country, and he began to be in want. So he went and joined himself to one of the citizens of that country, who sent him into his fields to feed swine. And he would gladly have fed on the pods that the swine ate; and no one gave him anything. But when he came to himself he said, 'How many of my father's hired servants have bread enough and to spare, but I perish here with hunger! I will arise and go to my father and I will say to him, "Father, I have sinned against heaven and before you; I am no longer worthy to be called your son; treat me as one of your hired servants."' And he arose and went to his father. But while he was yet at a distance, his father saw him and had compassion, and ran and embraced and kissed him." Here both the prodigal son and the father show leadership in its most basic sense. Christ is our leader because he has gone before us into the presence of God. According to the letter to the Hebrews, he has opened for us "a new and living way" (10.20). Christian leadership is not fundamentally about having ambitious plans for the parish, taking bold and lonely decisions like a business leader. It is not fundamentally about working out wonderful strategies like a general. All of these may be good, but Christian leadership is fundamentally about stepping out in front, going ahead, as the prodigal son steps out to go and seek his father, and his father steps out to go and greet his son.
The leadership of both son and father means that both cast off their dignity. The son comes to the father not claiming the dignity of a son, happy to be one of the hired servants, and the father casts of all his patriarchal dignity, and galumphs across the field as if he too were a kid, making a fool of himself. Most radically we see leadership in the son's asking for forgiveness, and in the father's refusal even to wait for an apology.
"Stepping out into Vulnerability" - The Christian leader principal role is stepping out into vulnerability. We must be the first ones to shed the macho image, to let fall the amour, to offer apologies knowing that we may be rebuffed. We must be those who first say sorry, even if we happen to think that the other person has wronged us more than we have wronged him. We must step out front, climb out of the trenches, expose ourselves to ridicule. We do not wait for signs of reciprocity before we move.
John Paul II did this strongly in his relationship with Islam, reaching out for friendship, asking for forgiveness, exposing himself to rejection. That is not the loneliness of the Great Leader, but the vulnerability of the cross. This means that we must be the first to discard our dignity. I used to tell the Provincials, "If you care for your dignity, the brethren will not feel that they need to. But if you do not, then they will."
The journey that the son makes is not primarily geographical. When he is stuffing himself with the pig food, then it says that "he came to himself." He came home to his fundamental identity, which is that of the son of his father. Going home to his father was simply living out the return that he had already made when he remembered he was his father's son. He came home for the first time. He no longer sees his father as his rival, who stands between him and his money. For the first time he sees his father as the one who ensures that his servants have "bread and enough to spare." And his father spots him from afar because he has always being looking for the one who has always been his son, whatever happened.
"Keeping Alive God's Perception of People" - I am fumbling for words here, but I want to suggest that leadership includes seeing who people are in Christ. There is a tremendous pressure to see other people as rivals and threats, useful allies or supporters. There is the temptation to fit people into easy categories and see them as nasty progressives or stuffy conservatives. Provincials may be tempted to see their brothers and sisters as pieces to be moved around the chessboard of the province or as problems to be solved.
George Patrick Dwyer, Archbishop of Birmingham, England, was sitting beside a priest when the gifts were being brought up at the offertory by a young woman who was dancing. And the Archbishop turned to the priest and said, "If she asks for your head on a platter, then I will give it to her."
When the father saw his son from afar, he might have been tempted to see a problem. Oh Lord. What are we going to do with this one? How will his brother react? What will he be able to do? Should I give him any more money? Instead he saw a son. The son had come home to who he was. The father had never forgotten. Leadership means keeping alive God's perception of people.
Maybe the son had to reject who he was before he could embrace his identity again, fully and freely for the first time. His elder brother had never done that. Maybe we have to let people, our own brothers and sisters, the clergy, theologians, apparently drift far away, adopt aggressive postures, propose slightly crazy theologies, dabble on the edges, while we keep patience for when they may move on and come home, freely. If we cherish people's liberty, then they may freely reject the Church, but they may freely come home again, wiser and better for it. Certainly, the temptation in the Catholic Church is to panic if things are not under complete control! We fear risk and lack confidence. When St Dominic sent out his youngest friars to preach, barely after they had joined the Order, the Cistercians warned him that he would loose them. Dominic replied, "I know for certain that my young men will go out and come back, will be sent out and will return; but your young men will be kept locked up and will still go out." 4 Confidence is the heart of leadership.
"But while he was yet at a distance, his father saw him and had compassion, and ran and embraced him and kissed him. And the son said to him, 'Father, I have sinned against heaven and before you; I am no longer worthy to be called your son.' But the father said to his servants, 'Bring quickly the best robe, and put it on him and put a ring on his hand, and shoes on his feet; and bring the fatted calf and kill it, and let us eat and make merry; for this my son was dead, and is alive again; he was lost and is found.' And they began to make merry."
They began to make merry. This is of course the fundamental point of the parable. Jesus had been provoked into telling the parable by the Pharisees and scribes murmuring, "This man receives sinners and eats with them." The climax of the story is the father's invitation to the elder son to celebrate with them: "It was fitting to make merry and be glad, for this your brother was dead, and is alive; he was lost, and is found."
Christian leaders should lead the way to the party. Who will be first for the aperitifs before lunch? We are to be those who rejoice in human beings, whatever in whatever mess they might be. Christian leaders are the Masters of Revels. The beginning of the preaching of the gospel is Jesus' festivity. We have nothing to say on any moral issue until people have been assured without ambiguity of God's delight in their being, which is an entry into the life of the Trinity, the Father's delight in the Son which is the Holy Spirit: "You are my beloved Son in whom I am well pleased."
"Leading the Way to Joyfulness" - The burden of leadership may make us reluctant to celebrate. We may lose that spontaneous joy of the father, galumphing off to hug his naughty son. The joy of the gospel may be choked by the thorns of the cares of the world (Mark 4.18). I am a tremendous fan of the novels of Patrick O'Brian. Stephen Maturin, the physician and spy, says: "It is odd – will I say heart-breaking? – how cheerfulness goes: gaiety of mind, natural free-springing joy. Authority is its greatest enemy – the assumption of authority. I know few men over fifty that seem to me entirely human: virtually none who has long exercised authority. The senior post-captains here; Admiral Warne. Shriveled men (shriveled in essence: not, alas, in belly)." 5
How can we keep alive that joyful, youthful spontaneity and not become shriveled? I say nothing of bellies! Maybe it is in part by refusing to have our lives dictated by other people. The media and their categories of good and bad; the pressure groups within our churches who would enlist us in their causes; other people's fear and caution, their dread of chaos and an unknown future. The father refused to worry too much about what other people thought. There was no spin-doctor at his side calculating how it would be reported in the press. We must not worry about being misunderstood. Grace gives us a share in Jesus' spontaneity. Grace is God's spontaneity. We have just a moment for the eldest son: "Now his elder son was in the field; and as he came and drew near to the house, he heard music and dancing. And he called one of the servants and asked what this meant. And he said to him, 'Your brother has come, and your father has killed the fatted calf, because he has received him safe and sound.' But he was angry and refused to go in. His father came out and entreated him, but he answered his father, 'Lo, these many years I have served you, and I never disobeyed your command; yet you never gave me a kid, that I might make merry with my friends. But when this son of yours came, who has devoured your living with harlots, you killed for the fatted calf!' And he said to him, 'Son, you are always with me, and all that is mine is yours. It is fitting to make merry and be glad for this your brother was dead, and is alive; he was lost, and is found.'"
I wonder whether in every Christian leader there might not lurk a bit of the elder brother. If you have been appointed to leadership, then it probably means that you have not in any very obvious way gone wild spent all your money on prostitutes. You have probably been chosen as, in that awful phrase, "a safe pair of hands," which already implies a rather ghastly image of leadership. One imagines the Duke of Edinburgh trotting around Windsor Great Park in his carriage, twitching the reins. St Augustine with his illegitimate child probably would not be chosen to be a bishop these days, alas.
And so might there not lurk a tiny touch of jealousy of the prodigal son who has given in to his wildest fantasies and still come home and got the best robe. Might we not have a little of that resentment of the workers who have worked all day in the vineyard and then seen the latecomers get just the same wages?
in love, begot a child and left to marry the mother. After a while, he and his wife realized that really his vocation was to be a Dominican. He stayed and raised the child and then, with the full consent of his wife, came back home to us. I remember the celebrations when he was again admitted back to full fraternity. We did celebrate and I did not spot any elder brethren sulking, but the thought may have crossed their minds that he had all the luck! The elder son is still a potential prodigal son who does not believe, like his brother at the beginning, that all that belongs to his father is his. Like his prodigal brother, he believes that he has to lay his hands upon it to have it. Maybe he just never dared to do so. He is angry because he dreamed of running away and did not have the courage. Charles Peguy maintained that a grave sinner understood forgiveness better than a pious person. Maybe our Churches suffer from not having enough grave sinners in leadership who can really understand that all that the father has is ours. Peter and Paul were inspired choices, the one had denied the Lord and the other had persecuted his followers. Maybe you should have the courage to elect really grave sinners to be your general superiors and provincials. This is the Dominican tradition, isn't it Yvon?
"Called to Be Unafraid" - So, to conclude, leadership is indeed service. But we serve our congregations best by serving the happening of grace. And this requires of us tremendous flexibility, the refusal to be stuck in predetermined roles. We should keep alive the memory of the only drama that really matters, that of Christ's death and resurrection. Everything else is relatively unimportant. Leadership is in daring to take the first step, to stride out into vulnerability when everyone else is watching their backs. We must lead the way to the party, keeping alive the spark of spontaneity. We must be unafraid. 1 The practical prophet, ed. Elizabeth Picken, CJ, et al. Mahwah, 2007, p. xix. 2 The Theology of Grace. Dublin, 1974, p. 74f. 3 Sermon by Allan White OP, The Acts of the Provincial chapter of the English province of the Order of Preachers. Oxford, 2000, p. 66. 4 Early Dominicans: selected writings, ed. Simon Tugwell, OP. Ramsey N.J., 1982, p.91. 5 Master and Commander. London, 2002, p.173. "
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Monday, February 2, 2009

Another World is Possible

World Social Forum : 2009
Belem City, Brazil
From January 27th to February 1st 2009
Amazon: WSF 2009 protagonist territoryFrom January 27th to February 1st 2009, the city of Belem will host the World Social Forum. During six days, the city assumes the position of being the center of planetary citizenship and a global reference for those who don't agree with inequality, injustice, intolerance, environment destruction and prejudice.Hundreds of self-managed activities – as campings, workshops, seminars, conferences, testimonies, marches, cultural and artistic activities, among others – during this six days will be spaces for exchange, reflection and building of proposals for another possible world.The World Social Forum 2009 territory is composed by the Para Federal University (UFPA) and the Amazon Federal Rural University (UFRA) in a green area along the Guama river facing the rain forest one mile away on the other bank. Another World is possible! Is it? If so, how?
In Brazil, more than one hundred thousand people are gathering for the ninth World Social Forum. A crowd of some fifty thousand kicked off the event Tuesday with a march through the Amazon city of Belem. The World Social Forum gathers social movements from around the world under the theme of ‘another world is possible. Another World is possible! Rallying around the call of "Another World Is Possible," the World Social Forum has placed social justice, gender equality, peace, and defense of the environment on the agenda of the world’s peoples. World Social Forums have collectively expanded the democratic spaces of those seeking concrete, progressive alternatives to imperialist globalization.Why Belém, Brazil?The city was chosen to host the 2009 edition of the global forum in order to highlight the importance of the Amazon region for the entire world, and because its local cultural, political and economic reality is strongly linked to many WSF issues, such as bio-diversity, climate change, ethnic and cultural diversity, colonialism, militarism and the various connections between labour and production (from subsistence mineral extraction to hi-tech industry).
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