Showing posts with label war. Show all posts
Showing posts with label war. Show all posts

Friday, August 1, 2014

The Cosmic Effect of Violence (and Peace)

by Rebekah Mays

A photo of a man holding a limp child lit up my computer screen as I clicked on the Twitter link. The boy was one of four Palestinian children playing on a beach, killed by an Israeli airstrike. One look at the man’s face was enough to feel a share of his sorrow and powerlessness.

But perhaps since I was separated by space, by culture, by relative safety, the sorrow I felt was still quite small. This man's reality is not my reality, I couldn't help think.

But powerlessness – that I can relate to. Because as we educate ourselves about the many injustices in the world, as we read about the centuries of violence between groups of people and we see how little has changed for the better, we feel helpless. We know all too well that our material resources are limited. We feel we can do little more than raise awareness, or give money to someone who may or may not know how best to use it.

As people of faith, the other option we have is prayer. "Pray without ceasing," we're told again and again. But if we're honest with ourselves, many of us feel we are throwing our wishes for world peace to the sky. Our prayers must have gotten stuck somewhere, and we think they're never going to come back down.

But here's my question: what if we did have the power to change the world?

We say we want peace, but if we had the power to institute it globally, would we use it?

Whether we believe it or not, our power is infinitely greater than we realize. World peace actually begins with us, as naïve as it sounds.

In the first place, it is because violence is found much closer than we like to think. It’s not only in the Middle East, or in Central Europe, or on the border. It’s not just being perpetrated by people who are less "civilized" or who have a different skin color than we do. The same seeds of violence reside in our own hearts, if we allow them to remain there.

The inner violence of American society can so easily be observed online. The current dialogue about any hotly debated political topic right now reveals how obsessed we are with being right, and how little we actually care about justice and truth. Even (especially) in Christian circles, we see pride oozing from the arguments of both liberals and conservatives, along with assumptions, hyperbole, and lies for the sake of attention and reaction. We see accusations, defensiveness, and escalations of outrage until the Internet is one big glowing ball of anger and malice.

Indeed, there is a very tangible difference between verbal violence and the kind that’s going on right now in Gaza. But Jesus preached that, with regard to the perpetrator, there is no distinction between violent thoughts and actions. “Anyone who hates a brother or sister is a murderer,” he said.

We cannot say that the violence is far away, and that we are therefore unaffected by it. And we have to accept our own responsibility in perpetuating it.

But if violence produces more violence, so too does goodness.

In The Science of Being and the Art of Living, Maharishi Mahesh Yogi wrote that every single thing we do has some influence on the universe, whether for better or worse. Studies have shown that talking to a plant, especially in a positive way, will help it grow much faster. Similarly, he writes, “a good, sweet, loving expression to a child produces a loving and life-supporting influence in the whole of the cosmos."

Maharishi’s wisdom parallels that of Christianity. In addition to teaching that thoughts and actions are intimately connected, Jesus preached that we should not only love our friends and families, but our enemies as well. And to make it even more ridiculous, he called us to “pray for those who persecute [us].” Why?

Because somehow, our acts of kindness have an enormous, even cosmic effect. The "mere" act of praying for others creates a set of ripples -- ripples that begin with love instead of hatred. When we see our actions this way, with everything we do contributing to a chain reaction of either goodness or violence, we realize the importance and the potential of every single moment. As soon as we shift our perspective, it becomes easier to choose kindness over anger.

The great instigators of peace in our world – Nelson Mandela, Mother Theresa, Mahatma Gandhi, countless others -- weren’t afraid to look inward to find this peace. Mandela said that “We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.” Gandhi, likewise, wrote that peace starts in our souls: “A man is but the product of his thoughts. What he thinks, he becomes.”

As many of us know, we can’t be purely good on our own – we need grace. But once we have received grace, what restrains us from living truly radical lives of peace?

I challenge us, as we’re reading the news about the sobering events throughout the world, to never entertain the idea that we are powerless. World peace begins with you and me. 

Rebekah Mays is a Barnard College graduate originally from Austin, Texas. She currently works and writes in Prague, Czech Republic. You can find more of her writing on her blog The Prague BLOG or follow her on Twitter @smallbeks.

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Tuesday, May 28, 2013

In Memoriam: Reflections After Memorial Day

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by Sebastian Faust

I'm always ambivalent about Memorial Day, one of those chief pillars in our American civil religion. I'm ambivalent because I am a Christian pacifist. The whole "turn the other cheek" thing. The whole "bless your enemies" thing.

I'm ambivalent because the church I grew up in had the US flag up on the dais in front - a weird mingling of God's kingdom with American nationalism. Ambivalent because it was preached that we were a Christian nation with a manifest destiny laid out by God; some sort of new Israel.

I'm ambivalent because I too often heard the sacrifice of soldiers described in christological terms. They gave their lives so that I might live. It was unsettling to me. As a child, I thought, "Yeah, but Jesus didn't die with a gun in his hand; he didn't die because he couldn't shoot his enemy down."


I'm ambivalent because I know people in the military
, because I know people who have lost parents and siblings and spouses and children to the atrocities of war, because I don't want people to assume that, just because I think Christ called us to peace and to remain faithful through persecution rather than taking up arms against our foes, I thereby dishonor their loved ones.

It is Memorial Day. I am ambivalent.

And so, when it comes to honoring those who fell in battle, I will honor them, but in a different way.  I don't glorify their deeds. I don't call them heroes. But I glorify their humanity, the imago dei that beats in every breast. I mourn their death.
United Nations, statue, plough shares, swords, beat, hammerI mourn the fact of death, because it entered into the world that God has made for life. I mourn over war, because it takes up the tools of death as its own, and uses them to unmake the living. I mourn over a warring nation, not in some holier-than-thou sense, but in the sense that still we beat plough shares into swords, and from some quarters, this in the name of God, and it is painful. It leaves my mind unresolved. It leaves me ambivalent.

So what do I do with the things I mourn? What do I do with the things that hurt? What do I do with a world of militance?  If I am true to my beliefs, I bless it. 


I call on God to move, on God to bless, on God to send rain to the crops of the just and unjust alike.  I bless my friends, and I bless my enemies. I bless those on my side, and I bless those on all the others.

And there is a time for blessing the things that make me most uncomfortable.  There is a time to bless my ambivalence.
It does not mean that war is noble. It does not mean that death is heroic.  But there is a time to bless those who have fallen, even if I wish they had never taken up arms in the first place, even if i wish there there were no army for them to have joined, even if i mourn the cultural narrative of the glorious hero, and that it were instead the glorious human, in the image of the glorious God.

There is a time to bless. Yesterday it was called Memorial Day.


Bless the daytime
Bless the night
Bless the sun which gives us light.
Bless the thunder
Bless the rain
Bless all those who cause us pain.

Bless the free man

Bless the slave
Bless the hero in his grave
Bless the soldier
Bless the saint
Bless all those whose hearts grow faint.

- Benedictus, by The Strawbs

Sebastian Faust is an avowed heretic, armchair theologian, and a self-styled canary in the coal mine of pop culture. He takes life by the reins, bulls by the horns, and tigers by the tail, all while living in Nashville. You can't follow Sebastian on Twitter because he doesn't understand technology.

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Monday, July 2, 2012

Imaginary Jesus

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Hello everybody!  Today we have a guest post from Josh Kiel.  It's really good, so I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did.

Peace,
Ben
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by Josh Kiel

I'll just say it, I think South Park is a great TV show.  For all of its blatant offensiveness and scatological humor it does have moments of deep insight where it critiques our society and our culture.  This post is about one of these moments, though possibly an unintentional one.

A few years ago, the creators of South Park made a trilogy of episodes titled “Imaginationland.” As you can assume, Imaginationland is an imaginary place where all the characters of human imagination live.  The plot of this trilogy involves Imaginationland being attacked by Al Qaeda terrorists who, in an attempt to “make our imaginations run wild,” end up unleashing the bad characters of Imaginationland upon the good. The story climaxes in a battle between good and evil, with one character from the real world, Butters spurring the good characters onto victory by imagining weapons for them.

There are a variety of points that this episode attempts to make regarding fear, terrorism, the power of our minds to control us and so on, but there is another interesting statement that the creators may or may not have intentionally made. It just so happens that the creators of South Park include Jesus as one of the imaginary characters in Imaginationland.  At first, I saw this as outright blasphemy, but then, late in the episode there comes one very brief moment that stuck out in my mind and gave me pause.  In this scene, the real person (Butters) is imagining reinforcements and enhancements for the imaginary characters in order to turn the tide of the battle. As part of the reinforcements Butters imagines Jesus with an M-60 machine gun.  It is in that moment that I think the creators of South Park, perhaps unintentionally, justified Jesus presence in Imaginationland.  Throughout history and even today there have been calls to fight a "Christian War" in the name of Jesus  I can only believe that these calls come under the banner of an Imaginary Jesus.

From observing the culture of Christianity today I see multiple instances of an Imaginary Jesus expressed in a variety of ways.  Some are easy to spot. Imaginary Jesus is the War Jesus, the Prosperity Jesus or the Santa Jesus, or the It's Okay to Hate the Gays/Muslims/Atheists Jesus.  There are more subtle ones as well such as the Holier Than Thou Jesus or the Look Out for Number One Jesus (on whose side I occasionally err), or the Self-Loathing, You Must Doubt Your Redemption Jesus.  I see all of these versions of an Imaginary Jesus as efforts by us to try and change who Jesus is as opposed to changing ourselves when we fail to live up to who we're called to be. 

Christ came to Earth for the salvation of all mankind through his death and resurrection.  To be followers of the one who came not to judge the world, but to save it and who also instructs us to love God with all our hearts and love our neighbors as ourselves is a call to display these characteristics in spite of being broken people in a broken world.  I know that when I fail to exhibit these traits there is a desire to justify my failure in some way, to convince myself of my own righteousness instead of my need for forgiveness.  I think this is where a lot of our Imaginary Jesus depictions come from.  In the end so many versions of Jesus boil down to an inner conflict in which we try to justify our relationships with the people around us and the person we have been called to be.  We try to make Christ more like ourselves instead of striving to make ourselves more like Christ.  When we think of Jesus do we see the Incarnation of Freedom and Redemption or the Lord of Oppression and Hate? Do we see him healing people or holding a machine gun?