I keep trying to write a post, and I keep getting thrown
off. I’ve limited myself to a small
number of topics; refer to a few posts back.
I was hoping to build some structure and a way to move forward. I think that this method will normally work,
and I plan to continue with it.
So, getting thrown off…the last time I wrote I had some hope
that South Sudan would find its way back to peace. Perhaps I was right that we are near a
solution, but the day I wrote that post seems to have been the closest point to
getting a deal out to the country in a long while, but subsequent events have
been horrifying. Now there is a growing
consensus among impartial observers that Salva Kiir and his army have been
guilty of unspeakable acts. Before one
thinks that the government in place is the enemy of peace though, Riik Machar’s
opposition may be guilty of even worse crimes.
Further, it is suggested that Machar is nothing more than a proxy for
Omar Bashir of Sudan, and his efforts to undermine his former rebel
provinces. They all appear to be
bloody-minded criminals. So where will
peace come from?
Well, I had not planned to come right back to South Sudan’s
war, so perhaps I should have diverted my attention, but it is terribly hard to
do so when you feel despair for the situation.
I had planned on writing introductory notes about Thomas Merton. Thomas Merton was a Trappist monk who lived
in the mid-20th Century. He
was a prolific author, first about devotion to God through monasticism, and
then about the horrors of war, particularly nuclear war. My plan has been to introduce Merton as a
prelude to talking about the upcoming 70th anniversary of the
destruction of Hiroshima. I wrote a few
drafts, but Merton is such an inspiration to me, I got lost in how to start.
Well, now I’ve started to tell you about Thomas Merton, so I
guess I’ll be able to hold onto that thread.
I just hope I can properly dive into his works before we get to
Hiroshima. We’ll see. I’m going to get to him one way or
another. I may have been able to get
that thread going, and then…
Charleston.
What can I say about Charleston? It seems like everything I’ve spoken about unraveled
with Charleston.
Charleston puts the Baltimore riots in a harsh, blinding flash. The reason we fell into the rioting
ultimately was hate, wasn’t it? Never
mind who hates who, it’s simply the presence of hate.
Why are refugees met with hate, in Europe, where no country
will own up to the responsibility to care for people who have risked all to
cross the Mediterranean; or in the US where we stigmatize with the moniker “illegals”,
many of whom have legitimate cause for asylum.
In Africa, greedy, rapacious people divide Dinka and Nuer,
SPLA and SPLA I/O over hate, then kill for power – and hate.
Hate now comes into crisp focus. Nine beautiful, holy, people in a church were
slaughtered for no other reason than hate.
Even the response to the Charleston Massacre has been tinged with hate,
with suggestions that people in church should be armed to prevent violence;
that a rallying flag for hatred should not be removed because of tradition.
Hate. That’s what we
have to fight. I know that greed, and
poverty, and ignorance will kill people.
Those things only become truly deadly in the presence of hate though.
It’s a sad thought.
Hate is preventable. Preventing
hate will fix it all. And, while it may
be the human condition to harbor hate, it is a higher condition of the human
spirit to harbor love. So let’s get to
love. I think people who see problems
either fix blame or fix the problem. Let’s
do the latter. In South Sudan, fighting
bad people does not make you good. It’s
no different here. Love makes you good.
A Prayer attributed to St. Francis (click here for the prayer in song)
Lord, make us instruments of your peace. Where there is
hatred, let us sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where
there is discord, union; where there is doubt, faith; where
there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; where
there is sadness, joy. Grant that we may not so much seek to
be consoled as to console; to be understood as to understand;
to be loved as to love. For it is in giving that we receive; it is
in pardoning that we are pardoned; and it is in dying that we
are born to eternal life. Amen.
Lord, make us instruments of your peace. Where there is
hatred, let us sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where
there is discord, union; where there is doubt, faith; where
there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; where
there is sadness, joy. Grant that we may not so much seek to
be consoled as to console; to be understood as to understand;
to be loved as to love. For it is in giving that we receive; it is
in pardoning that we are pardoned; and it is in dying that we
are born to eternal life. Amen.