Sunday, May 15, 2016

Pentecost Sunday--May 15, 2016

May the words of my mouth and the meditations of each and every heart be acceptable in your sight O Lord, our rock and our redeemer.
Bless the Lord, O my soul!  Hallelujah!
Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you.
I do not give to you as the world gives.
Do not let your hearts be troubled, and do not let them be afraid.

Ever since 9/11/2001, when I read about the tower of Babel that fateful day when the twin towers of the World Trade Center fell comes to mind. 

Analogies are always limited and have their flaws.  As with any analogy, we could spend the rest of our time together or even the next three weeks—picking this analogy apart, finding similarities and differences, assigning blame, debating the best path forward, how to correct the damage and set everything right again. 

But for now, let’s just look at the broad picture—a structure that was a monument to human achievement, with tremendous promise for future development—the Tower of Babel fell and people were divided and could not communicate with each other—their opportunity, their ability to achieve greatness through working together, through cooperation and collaboration was lost.

Whether they mourned this loss or not we really do not know—that was not considered important in the telling of the story.  What is considered important is the limiting of their ability to achieve great things through working together.

“look, they are one people, and they have all one language; and this is only the beginning of what they will do; nothing that they propose to do will now be impossible for them”  The Lord saw the city and the tower and it fell and they were scattered and they left off building.

Now, when the twin towers of the World Trade Center fell, we know how people reacted—the whole world was stunned!!   Maybe not every individual reacted the same, but words of shock, dismay and condolence came to us from every nation in the world.   We watched as the scene was played and re-played on our TV’s and we were told over and over and over how nothing would ever be the same—that the world as we knew it had ended when those twin towers imploded in a cloud of dust. 


And in the 15 years since then we have seen our world change in ways we could never have imagined—to the point that it seems like we have been divided, or divided ourselves, into groups that are completely incapable of speaking to each other in even a civil or polite manner—we can forget about understanding anything the other group is trying to say—even when we are supposedly speaking the same language.


We had built better bricks and stronger mortar than the people back in Genesis could possible have dreamt about in their wildest dreams when they were working on their own tower of Babel.

All we have to do is look around us and we can see that we have really made some impressive progress since then.  Technology is advancing so fast today that incredible gadgets become obsolete before we even have a chance to buy them.

And remember when open heart surgery and state of the art by-pass techniques added years to your life but it took 6 months to recover from the surgery.  Now they add those same years with a roto-rooter and a couple of stints.  You are home in two days, or less, better than new in 3 or 4 days.  Knee replacement?  It can be day surgery.  And, if you can hold off a little while, it will take you longer to find a parking place than it does to have the heart surgery.

But, all of this, all of our accomplishments, no matter how fantastic, no matter how tall we can build that tower up to heaven, it has not united us with our brothers and sisters; and peace continues to elude us.


Do you realize that in just the few minutes we have been here this morning some of your phones have become hopelessly obsolete?

And forget about the roto-rooter and heart stints.  By this time next week they will probably be able to clone you a new heart.  The people who cloned the sheep, Dolly, a few years back—they have just come up with a new gene modification called CRISPR—and it is not actually gene modification, it is genome editing and makes gene modification look like Mendelsohn cross pollinating his sweet peas or Jacob with his sheep breeding program—tricking  his father in law, way back there in Exodus.  Will anything be impossible for them?  For us?

But, by this time next year, your phones will never become obsolete again.  Because we will all communicate through mental telepathy using a little implant at the base of the brain.   (Remember, you herd it first right here!) Think we will understand each other better than?  Get along better?  Or, will some things still be impossible for us?

Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you.
Do not let your hearts be troubled, and do not let them be afraid.
I do not give to you as the world gives.

Do not let your hearts be troubled  --and do not let them be afraid.

In the past I have told the story of how a rock throwing incident in Okinawa turned into a flower exchanging incident and Pastor Gary Goodson visited out on the porch of the Christian Center and told us about his time in Mosul and the day he saw the peace of God in the midst of unusually heavy casualties. When things had quieted down a little, Pastor Gary looked into the triage room and saw a visiting Jewish Rabbi beside the bed of a young, dying Iraqi girl.  The Rabbi was reading to her in Arabic from the Koran.

There are so many more stores like that we could share it might take us 3 months to tell them and by then the political arena would have really heated up and we might all be ready to join the Marines to find a little peace and quiet.

Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you.
I do not give to you as the world gives.
Do not let your hearts be troubled, and do not let them be afraid.


On the night in which he was betrayed, our Lord, Jesus, washed his disciples’ feet, gave them the commandment to love one another, and he said to them:
“If you love me, you will keep my commandments.  And I will ask the Father, and he will give you another Advocate, to be with you forever.  This is the Spirit of truth, whom the world cannot receive, because it neither sees him nor knows him.  You know him, because he abides with you and he will be in you.”

When the Holy Spirit descended with a loud sound like the wind and rested on the heads of the disciples like tongues of fire, they spoke of God’s truth and love.  And, everyone understood.

Bless the Lord, O my soul!  Hallelujah!

It did not matter if they spoke Russian, or Spanish, or English, or French, or Swahili at home.  It did not matter if they spoke like people from New England or if they spoke like people from California.  They could understand what the disciples were saying.  They could understand the language of God’s truth and love.

Oh, there were some differences of opinion as to what was happening there that day of Pentecost.  Some people wanted to think the disciples were just drunk, that they did not know what they were saying.

And, even today, not everyone will want to hear when we speak the universal language of God’s truth, but that is not really our concern.  We just keep right on speaking it.

We will continue to have disagreements.  But remember, Luther told us to “sin boldly “  So, when the sin is loving your neighbor----HEY, eyes up there we’re not talking King David here,----- when the sin is loving your neighbor-- sin boldly and love the lord more boldly!


Differences of opinion, over goals or how to achieve goals we agree on will always come up and be potentially divisive.  That’s part of life.  Sometimes we may have to simply agree to disagree.

One Lutheran scholar suggest that disagreeing well has at least three Characteristics:  fairness, intellectual integrity and humility
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1  Fairness—being able to state the position of the other person  clearly enough that that other person recognizes their own position.
2.  intellectual integrity.  –being able to state the strongest, most compelling argument against your own position.  In other words, recognizing and acknowledging your weakest points and where the other person makes valid points.  
3.  Honest humility.   acknowledging that, no matter how well thought out your position is and how strongly you believe it is correct, it could be wrong.

As has been said  in may places, We will make mistakes, we will offend, but when we have the humility to acknowledge our actions, there is growth. 
“Do the best you can until you know better. Then when you know better, do better.” - Maya Angelou.

And we know where to look for that better way---and it is not in building a new and improved tower of babel!

In the life, death and resurrection of our Lord Jesus Christ, God united us all into one people who can speak and can understand the universal language of his love.

In our baptism, we have been united into the body of our resurrected Lord.  When we feed of God’s love and join together at the table of Holy Communion, we are strengthen in our union—To speak God’s righteousness, God’s justice, God’s love:

Whatever language the world tries to teach us, --the language of philosophy and reason, the language of science and discovery, the language of self-interest and pleasure, the language of the market place, the language of power and fear.  Whatever language the world tries to teach us—we have in us the spirit of truth.

We have within us the capacity to speak the language of God’s truth.   ….to find a way to heal and not to hurt.  Even in a post 9/11 world.  Even in a time of war.  Even in a time of great political divides.



We have within us the power, the ability, to speak the universal language of God’s love.   …to lay down the stone before we throw it.  To comfort a dying child in the words her forefathers used to describe God.




After he had washed their feet, and before he left them, Jesus said to his disciples and that is us, Jesus said…

The Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send in my name, will teach you everything, and remind you of all that I have said to you

That better way, is ours---- for the listening.

Peace I leave with you, my peace I give to you,

Bless the Lord, O my soul!  Hallelujah!


Let us pray, may the peace of God that passes all understanding keep our hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.  Amen.

Thursday, June 7, 2012

Walls, Bridges and Lunches: When Lunch Becomes Something Else.


This year at the Assembly of the Southwestern Texas Synod of the ELCA, the Peace Not Walls Task Force decided to branch out beyond the usual display table and host a luncheon.  The display featured the wall between Israel and the West Bank as well as the wall along the Texas-Mexico border.  The theme was Tearing Down Walls and Building Bridges.  At the luncheon two people who had recently returned from serving with the Ecumenical Accompaniment Program in Palestine and Israel would say a few words and the Lutheran pastor from Eagle Pass would speak about his experiences.  The display was fine, but the luncheon did not turn out at all as envisioned.

PEACE NOT WALLS LUNCHEON AT SYNOD ASSEMBLY
            For centuries people have said, “The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.”  The Peace Not Walls Task Force listened to this time honored advice and said, “We want to win hearts and minds, so, let’s have a lunch time presentation at Synod Assembly.”  We pictured a group of people around tables with white clothes enjoying wonderful food.  With their hearts won, their minds would be open to the important information we had to share.  We would win hearts and minds to the cause of justice in the Holy Land and along the Texas-Mexico border.

            But God had another plan and he works in mysterious ways his purpose to accomplish.  Instead of a serene lunch in the middle of a busy day at the Assembly, we got to experience what it is like for Palestinians going through Checkpoint 300 in Bethlehem to their jobs in Jerusalem.

Life at Bethlehem Check point 300 (aka Gilo Checkpoint)
            When I monitored Checkpoint 300, one could call the “Humanitarian Hotline” and a very polite Israeli soldier would say, “I will check on it.”  I called many times over the 3 months I was there and maybe something happened, maybe not.  It was very hard to tell.

            When the men were going to work and the first turnstile would not be opened on time, the line would grow, and tensions would rise.  Then suddenly men would be allowed to go through and they would run across the parking lot to the second turnstile.  Not so much to get ahead of anyone as to feel free for a moment until they were stopped at the metal detectors that were opened and closed for no apparent reason.  Frustration and anxiety would again mount as men looked at their watches and wondered, “Will I get through in time to work today?” 

            Most days they did, but it was not unusual for some men to have to return home because they did not get through in time to get to work.  By 3:30am there were already 200 men in the line—sitting and standing, leaning on the metal bars of the entrance ramp to be sure they did not miss work that day.  Some were sleeping, some were drinking coffee and tea from the vendor who walked up and down and passed the cups through the bars.  Each man had a small, black, plastic bag for his lunch and to put his belt and change in to go through the metal detectors.  Sometimes people waited patiently, sometimes impatiently; but, more than one person told me, “Everyday we die a little.”

Peace Not Walls Task Force Lunch Event
            At the restaurant, instead of the "Humanitarian Hotline", there was “the Manager”.  Getting us moved out of the sun and into the shade was easy (even at check points sometimes some thing is easy).  As time went by with no food, the calls to our “Humanitarian Hotline” were less successful and anxiety rose.

            Then suddenly, when it was too late to enjoy it, the food began arriving (in batches—like the men being allowed through the checkpoint)  Some got to eat, some got to gobble down a little and run, a few had to leave without food.

Reflection
            For us the frustration of realizing things were not going as we expected and having no control over it was mostly a temporary inconvenience or discomfort.  For some it was more urgent.  For a few it really didn’t matter.  But can you imagine everyday trying to get to work being like trying to get something to eat before it was too late to get back to the Assembly on time?  And wondering why you had been invited to this thing (to a lunch or to a job) and they did this to you?

            It is much more complicated for the Palestinian workers to get a work permit, than it was to RSVP a luncheon, but in either case once you have your invitation to eat or to work one expects smooth sailing.

            The PNW Task Force thanks you for attending our function and humbly apologizes for giving you an unexpected Check Point experience.  While the PNW Task Force has learned a lot and you can expect a more gracious and humane experience at any future events, the Palestinian workers at the Checkpoint do not have this assurance.

Let us pray for peace and justice in the Holy Land and in our communities, in our families and in our own hearts, that we may see more clearly what we can do to help.  In Jesus name we pray.  Amen.
Pastor Sharon Wiggins

TO LEARN MORE ABOUT:
 International Humanitarian Law and how it applies to Occupation go to:
            Diakonia-International Humanitarian Law
                   http://www.diakonia.se/sa/node.asp?node=827
            International Committee of the Red Cross
                   http://www.icrc.org/eng/assets/files/other/what_is_ihl.pdf

Bethlehem Checkpoint and conditions go to:
            CBS 60 Minutes:  Christians in the Holy Land aired April 22, 2012 go to:
                                                                                                                        www.cbsnews.com/video/watch/?id=7406228n
                        Includes interviews with Pastor Mitri Rehab of Christmas Lutheran Church in
                        Bethlehem and the Israeli Ambassador to US.  Extremely valuable resource. 

             Two excellent youTube videos are: 
                        Daily life in Palestine; Checkpoint Bethlehem  and
                        Gilo Checkpoint-Bethlehem-Palestine.  
                        Checkpoint videos are found by searching “checkpoints in Palestine on youTube.

Lutheran Ministries in Eagle Pass and Piedras Negras;
            A PBS Religion & Ethics Newsweekly transcript produced during the construction of
                        the wall in Eagle Pass:                                                                                                      

            A Texas Monthly article from last August about youth and drugs in Eagle Pass
                    http://www.texasmonthly.com/preview/2011-08-01/letterfromeaglepass


Monday, May 7, 2012

Rivers, Walls and Bridges--Eagle Pass, Texas


Rio Grande River


The Wall
 Last Thursday I went with a small delegation from the Peace Not Walls group of my church to visit and learn about the Lutheran churches at Eagle Pass and Piedras Negras.  We also wanted to see the impact of the Wall that was proposed and begun along the Rio Grande between the US and Mexico. 

At Eagle Pass the “Wall” is a rather attractive metal fence that does not block the view and is probably fairly easy for healthy young people to climb over which is hardly necessary as it is only a mile and a half long.  The most impressive thing about this separation wall is its cost which is said to be eleven million dollars.  At 1½ miles long, this fence cost $1,389 per foot.  Even if they had gotten a whole 2 miles for the $11million the cost is still just fractions of a penny under $1,042 per foot.  And this beautiful fence and the road beside it still have to be maintained on a daily/weekly/monthly basis.  I have not seen the cost to benefit analysis that went into this project, but it must be a remarkable piece of work just in and of itself. 

The impact of the wall varies tremendously depending on the area in which it is built.  At the original international bridge in Eagle Pass, the fence marks off the parking lot for tourist who wish to walk across the bridge and the area used for the local flea market which is held every Friday and Monday. From there the fence marches off into the trees and disappears over a hill.



A Visit to the Water's Edge
On Thursday afternoon when Pastor Bailie of Iglesia Luterana San Lucas stopped to show us the “Wall” on our way to Cristo Rey mission in Piedras Negras, the only vehicles in the large parking lot were two Border Patrol vans, but we did not pay much attention to them, or even to the wall.  What caught our attention was the herd of cows coming down the bank on the Mexico side of the river and going down into the water.  We were all holding our breath, waiting for them to swim across the river—wondering what sort of international incident that would cause.



There is a nice boat ramp right off the parking lot, so, I went down it to see if I could get a better picture of the cows, the river and the wall from there.  While I was trying to decide if I was going to wade into the river, a boat from down stream came into view.  At McAllen you can take tourist boat rides up and down the river, so I was curious about the boat coming into view. 



But this was not a tourist boat.   It was the Border Patrol. 

I started taking pictures and was waiting for them to get in front of me for a good picture when suddenly they swung around and gunned the motor straight at me.





My first impulse was. “Run!”   
          However, my second impulse,
                 “Oh boy now I’ll get a really good picture”,
         won out. 


 

 They turned aside and nosed into the bank a little down stream from where I was.  

Then Pastor Bailie joined me and we considered the possibility of using the area for baptisms.  And after baptizing our feet in the Rio Grande, we went on to Cristo Rey.


Reflections on our Trip
It was not until the next morning I remembered that there was an empty boat trailer hitched to one of the Border Patrol vans.  It had been right after lunch when we were at the river, and I wondered, “Had those two men in that boat had their lunch yet?  Or, did they have to get the boat back up on the trailer before they could eat?”  When they couldn’t scare me off by threatening to run me down, they had just waited patiently until we left.

There was no wall, no barrier that anyone could see between me and the two men in the boat, but something prevented them from easing in a little closer and saying, “Excuse us, but we need to get to that boat ramp, would you mind moving so we can get in safely?”

But, when the threat did not work, it seemed there was nothing else for them to say and an invisible wall went up.  The two men with a gun at the ready and wearing their flack jackets hid behind that invisible wall while a white haired lady took pictures of cows and baptized her toes in the river.

How many invisible walls do we erect between ourselves and other people?  What are the bricks and mortar we use to build these invisible walls?  Is it time to stop building walls and to start building bridges?

Concluding Thought
Actually, the bridge has already been built.  When his disciples were afraid they did not know the way, Jesus said,
“I am the way, the truth and the life.” 
 John 14:6

We do not have to walk on water or swim a river, we just have to be willing to cross at the bridge and the walls will fall down.

For he is our peace;
in his flesh he has made both groups into one
and has broken down the dividing wall,
that is, the hostility between us.
Ephesians 2:14


 
Lesson We Took Home with Us
To do ministry on the US-Mexico border,





you do not have to walk on water. 












                       


                                        Or swim the river,





















you just have to be able to cross a bridge.












Additional Information
A link to a program aired on the Religion and Ethics program in 2008 as the bridge was begun. 

Eagle Pass Border Wall

This is a very well done, balanced discussion of the Wall and relations between Eagle Pass and Piedras Negras at the inception of the Wall.  This short video (under 10 minutes) features interviews with the many different people in Eagle Pass including the mayor, a priest, retired Border Patrol agents.  Some are in favor of the Wall and some are not sure about it.   






Thursday, October 13, 2011

Walls and Prayers

Clemence is a 65 year old widow who lives on a hill in the north part of Bethlehem in an apartment in the family compound of her deceased husband.  Three other families also live in the family dwelling.  She taught for years at the Lutheran School in Beit Sahour, just outside of Bethlehem.  Today she is retired and teaches from her home.

When she looks out of her windows to the south, she sees the house of her brother-in-law.  And, she used to look out to the North and the West and see the family olive groves and almond trees and vineyards on what had been family land for generations.  Today she only sees The Wall.  One day at her kitchen table she told me, “Our land was our security, we took care of the land and the land took care of us.  But now we have nothing.  I used to never have to turn the lights on in the day, but now because of The Wall, we have to use the lights.”

Part of the land that was supposed to take care of Clemence and offer security in her old age was confiscated to build the Separation Wall.  The Wall is many kilometers from the Green line, but separates the Gillo Settlement (which is illegal according to International Humanitarian Law) from Bethlehem.  The Wall in this area is also used to annex the area around Rachel’s Tomb into Israel.  The family land that was not used for the building of The Wall is now on the Jerusalem side and Clemence and the family can no longer access the land. And because of this they will lose it.  They can not even go to see what is happening to it.

This story is repeated over and over and over all over the West Bank.  The exact details vary, but the story is the same—access is denied; land is lost.  Then the land is annexed into a Settlement.  The Settlements grow, and grow and the land left to the Palestinians shrinks and shrinks.

And widows like Clemence struggle to keep body and soul together—teaching Arabic lessons to people like me.


Sometimes when I would walk up towards the wall to go to Clemence’s house for my lesson, the soldier at the car checkpoint would start shouting at me to go away and wave his gun at me. I would wave my arms around to indicate where I was going.  And while he shouted at me, I would turn into her gate.

On Friday evenings several of the Sisters from the Caritas Hospital and the Brothers from the Bethlehem University would join Clemence for a prayer vigil at The Wall and many of the Ecumenical Accompaniers in Bethlehem would join them.  On these days sometimes the soldiers were nice and said nothing.  Other times they would shout and threaten, but we would go and walk along The Wall while the rosary was said in Arabic and English.

But, it is going to take more than a few people repeating the rosary to end the injustice being done to Clemence and so many other people on the West Bank.  Please do what you can to stop the Settlement expansions like those just announced for Gillo.  Increasing Settlements is not the Road Map to Peace.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       

The Green Gate on the right hand side of the street is the gate to Clemence's house.
The big gray gate in the wall was usually open with a soldier standing guard.



The view to the North from Clemence's front door.

The Friday Night Prayer Vigil along The Wall.


The Prayers would end at this painting of the Virgin Mary.
A view of The Wall at Rachels's Tomb.

   


Friday, September 16, 2011

Why is she crying?

This morning at the crack of dawn my colleague, Sofie, and I left the house to meet a group of journalist from Sweden to tell them about the work of the EAPPI at the Bethlehem 300 Check Point.  They were coming through from Jerusalem to meet us and as is often the case, it took them longer than expected.  While we were waiting, a young man named Mohamed started talking to us.  As we were just standing there, he thought  maybe we might need a tour guide and he offered his services. 

We did not need a guide, but we talked with him about the check point and the size of the line at 6am.  Most mornings we are inside and do not know what the line looks like outside, so we talked about whether it was a “usual” morning and this and that until the Swedish journalist finally exited the check point to meet us.  Then Sofie took them off to the side for her presentation in Swedish. 

The Lutheran pastor from the states serving in the Bishop’s Office in Jerusalem happened to be with the group.  And, like me, she does not speak Swedish, so we were talking.  When all of a sudden I heard Mohamed saying, “Why is she crying?”  He sounded very concerned and I looked at Sofie to see what was wrong, and told him, “No, she is not crying.” 

But I was not really sure if she was crying or not.  Sofie was standing talking to the group who had their backs towards the men in the line for the check point.  I turned so I would see what she was looking at, perhaps there was something wrong.  What I saw was that Sofie was looking straight onto the men in that long, long line going up the hill to the check point.  I looked back again to see if perhaps she was crying—we have all been brought to tears by that sight.  But if she was crying it was like the woman I met on a Friday morning at the check point.

On Friday Mornings we only do a spot check at Bethlehem 300 checkpoint since the men are not going to work.  This is usually a nice little post breakfast stroll—takes 10 minutes to go through the check point.  But not this one morning—there was a line of about 10-15 people when I got there about 8:30am.  Before the soldier let us in, the line was much longer. 

One of the people up near the turnstile was a Muslim woman with one of the most serene, beautiful smiles I have seen.  Just her presence; made the place more pleasant.  And nothing seemed to ruffle her.  Not even when two men whose verbal frustration with the situation got pretty excited.  She just smiled as to say, “Men will be men”

There was also a man who had lived in Minnesota and spoke English who talked to me and to the men who were upset.  He showed me what permits looked like and explained many things to me.  After about an hour the soldier opened the first turnstile and let us through.  The woman with the smile had sort of taken me under her wing to be sure I got through the turnstile with her.

Then at the metal detectors she also made sure the men did not cut in line on me, all with the beautiful smile.  Then when they began to open a second metal detector and people were back and forth trying to decide which one really was going to work, the two of us stayed put.  But after awhile she decided the new one was best and went over there and motioned for me to come too.

When I did she began to just speak and speak and speak to me in Arabic.  Up until that point the only language was non-verbal.  The man who had been to Minnesota had also decided to try his luck with this metal detector so he started at me in English. “You don’t understand her do you?  Why don’t you speak Arabic?” 

I told him, "Because my mother did not teach me!  But your mother did teach you, so now you will tell me what she said.” 

He replied, “Everyday here I cry inside.”  And while he was saying this, she smiled her beautiful smile at me, a smile of kindness, compassion and a generous and good heart— while she cried inside.

The tears we do not shed while standing in the Check Point do spill out at other times.  But, I am not asking you to shed tears for the sadness and injustice of the institutions and barriers we can create to make life more difficult for others.  I am asking you to search your heart to see if there are Check Points of judgment, hurt feelings or anything that makes a barrier between you and those around you that make life harder for others.  If there are, please consider opening your hearts and tearing down the barriers.

The words the prophet Micah said to the people of Israel many years ago are as true today as when the Lord first spoke to him:

                        He has told you, O mortal, what is good,
                                    and what does the Lord require of you but to do justice,
                                    and to love kindness,
                                    and to walk humbly with your God.      
                                                Micah  6:8  

--Tears are optional, but justice is not.---



Sofie speaking to Swedish Journalist at Bethlehem Check Point 300


Men lined up to go through the Check Point to go to work in Jerusalem.


Muslim woman going up the line to the Check Point entrance.