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Weather Psalm

It’s early Tuesday morning and I’m sitting in a quiet room watching turbulent clouds wheel in the sky outside my window.  How odd to have the second day of school off!  This gives me an opportunity to flesh out my upcoming lesson plans.

I searched out a good “weather Psalm” during my morning prayers to reflect the rain outside.  I love this stanza from Psalm 103.  This is a translation of the Hebrew from Paulist Press:

You stretch out the heavens like a tent

Above the rains you build your dwelling.

You make the clouds your chariot,

you walk on the wings of the wind,

you make the winds your messengers,

and flashing fire your servants.

I don’t mind the wind and the rain, but hopefully we won’t experience any flashing fire today!  In the meantime, I’ve been graced with a day to prep for tomorrow…

It’s that time of year again- time to pick up pen and paper and figure out exactly what to do this new school year.  My first thought is to try and find a place to hide with a good book and reemerge next June, which is not a unique thought pattern among English teachers (given that time frame, perhaps choosing Proust’s In Search of Lost Time).

However, the “teaching dreams” have plagued me for the past few weeks (for those not in the know, this is similar to the “actor’s nightmare,” but in this case you find yourself in front of a class of students with no lesson plan, no idea what to lecture on, and no idea of how long of a time you have to teach), and now I sit eyeing a stack of lessons, textbooks, and a syllabus needing revision.  With coffee brewing and poured generously into my Shakespeare mug, it’s time to get back to work.  As I take a deep breath, I quote the mantra from Douglas Adams Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy: “DON’T PANIC!”

I was bumming around St. Augustine last weekend and wandered into an art gallery on Cathedral St.  The girl minding the gallery, Laura, told me about this great guitarist playing at the Renedevous Restaurant off Spanish and Hippolyta St.  This is how I was introduced to Sam Pacetti, one of the best guitarists I have ever heard.

Here’s a little poem I made up about Sam, in thanks for the great tunes heard over a few bottles of beer on a warm summer night:

Sam Pacetti

Are you ready

to roam on your guitar

For the gates are half-way open

And we don’t know where we are.

Sam Pacetti

Are you ready

The time is coming soon

When the gates will close

When no one knows

Where to stand come that High Noon.

Sam Pacetti

Are you ready

Over the clink of bottles

and the soft hiss of an opened beer

For strangers fall silent

Attentive and compliant

To what your strings need us to hear.

Currently reading Mariette in Ecstasy by a new author I have just discovered, Ron Hansen. Hansen has been on the map since the 80s, with books such as The Assasination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford (recently a movie with Brad Pitt and Casey Affleck). Mariette focuses on the mystical experiences of a turn of the century nun in a convent located in upstate New York. My intense interest in monastic life and experience, as well as in Christian mysticism and experience has not waned over the last few years, so this novel is good fictional grist for the mill. Hansen has also written a book A Stay Against Confusion that details his beliefs on faith and fiction, and the purposes of writing from a Catholic/religious perspective, which is also an interest of mine, stemming from Tolkien’s theory of subcreation and its worldview of the writer/artist in connection with the Divine.

I enjoy this reading with a vague sense of panic in the back of my mind about the impending school year. The feeling is due to not hitting the books and really preparing for the upcoming school year, which is just a few weeks away. The daydreams of “The First Day” have already begun, so it is about time to get cracking. Immediate pressing goals: organization of grades, redoing syllabus (first nine weeks or semester only), rules/procedures, pretest for general knowledge with writing sample, initial powerpoints lesson plans for History of English and Beowulf.

Was going to buy a new laptop today, but the Mini would not start for me! Tow truck currently on its way- how odd is it to have a tow truck come to one’s house? But I’ve done this more than once before.

Awaiting in the mail: Exiles, Ron Hansen new novel. Focuses on one of my favorite poets Gerard Manley Hopkins.

What weird coincidences and experiences the Spirit throws into the wind!  My friend Sarah Kate and I were discussing christian mysticism and monasticism over tea at Infusion the other day.  I remember reading about Shane Claiborne and the Simple Way movement, dubbed “neo” or “urban” monasticism for its roots in ancient monastic practices but its incorporation into social action in the inner cities (I’m distinguishing this from lay monasticism, which although similar (some would say the same) focuses on the individual monk-in-the-world).  Anyway, after mentioning Simple Way, and realizing I forgot much about its history, I googled up Shane again, to find out about this book, the Jesus for President tour, and the fact that he would be in Orlando THIS WEEKEND at Discovery Church.  Cool, huh?  I am looking forward to his talk.  I feel his tour is needed at this point in American history and the history of the Church in America

“There are times in the history of our nation when our very way of life depends upon dispelling illusions and awakening to the challenge of a present danger. In such moments, we are called upon to move quickly and boldly to shake off complacency, throw aside old habits and rise, clear-eyed and alert, to the necessity of big changes. Those who, for whatever reason, refuse to do their part must either be persuaded to join the effort or asked to step aside. This is such a moment. The survival of the United States of America as we know it is at risk. And even more – if more should be required – the future of human civilization is at stake… Today I challenge our nation to commit to producing 100 percent of our electricity from renewable energy and truly clean carbon-free sources within 10 years.”

Full text of Gore’s speech here.  I have to remind myself that there’s reason to be optimistic, not because there are wonderful things happening in the world today- that’s not happening- but that we have the power to change what is wrong.

Peace

Recently watched the poignant War Dance from Thinkfilm. At times amusing, at times devastating, and uplifting and wondrous throughout, the film documents the young people of the Acholi in northern Uganda as they prepare for a national tribal dance competition in Kampala. The Acholi were removed from their ancestral lands and forced to live in a cramped “safe area” set up by the government. Rebels against the government over the years have killed many of their family members in horrific ways (one girl, Rose, spoke about having to identify her parent’s bodies by their severed heads pulled out of a boiling pot- probably the most graphic description of war and its effect on innocent victims as I have ever heard). Throughout all these horrors, the tribe “still has their music,” and the entire village looks forward to the small school of Patongo to represent them in the “big city.” The title of this blog entry comes from a speech by the school’s musical director:

“We have lost mothers and fathers, sisters and brothers, many relatives- and all of us bear the scars of war. But this is not the end of our story…”

How cool is that? The film was produced in partnership with Shineglobal, a “film production company dedicated to ending the abuse and exploitation of children worldwide through the production of documentary films and other media that raise social awareness and effect political change.”

Such was the stark caption that appears at the end of Beyond the Gates, a movie focusing on the genocide in Rwanda as it occurred at a small Catholic School. The movie stars John Hurt as Father Christopher, a world-weary Catholic priest, and Hugh Dancy as Joe, an idealistic teacher, who provide refuge for hundreds of Tutsis as they flee the terror of the murderous Hutus in April of 1994.

The film asks many questions about faith and suffering, not least of which “Why does God allow bad things happen to innocent people?” and “Where is God when evil occurs in the world?”

I had a rambling discourse on this written, but I’ve deleted it to allow the character of Father Christopher speak for himself. At this point in the movie, the Hutus are directly outside the school gates, and the UN is about to leave. Joe has decided to leave with the UN. He sees Father Christopher standing among the distraught Tutsis with a calm look on his face. He has seen what Joe has seen- the murder of friends, the abandonment of those who could help, the fear of innocents about to be slaughtered. Joe asks him, “Why are you doing this?” to which Father Christopher replies:

“You ask, Joe, where is God in everything that is happening here, in all this suffering? I know exactly where He is. He’s right here, with these people, suffering. His Love is here, more intense and profound than I have ever felt. And my heart is here, Joe, my soul. If I leave, I think I may not find it again.”

Too often we shoulder responsibilities on God for our actions, and never take an inward glance to see our own choices affecting the world around us. The question should not be “Why does God allow bad things to happen to good people?” but “Why do we insist on choosing to do bad things to our neighbor?” Reflection on this question from a day-to-day perspective to a global perspective might allow us to see God where He is, and to follow Him there, rather than demanding his intervention from a distance.

Happily, it seems that a new consciousness from this perspective is taking place. As a small example, check out this video from Brooke Fraser’s new CD Albertine, which focuses on the responsibility of the faithful to areas like Rwanda:

Came across this letter written by a Franciscan priest in the latest issue of SojournersLouis Vitale, OFM was inspired to his actions by the story of Alyssa Peterson, a language specialist in Iraq who committed suicide on Sept 15, 2003 due in large part to her objection to interrogation techniques (torture) used by the military at the time.  Alyssa’s full story can be found here.

‘History Will Honor Your Actions’ by Louis Vitale, OFM

It was the evening of October 16, 2007, and Stephen Kelly, SJ, and I were due in court the next day for our nonviolent witness against torture nearly a year earlier. That night we received a call from retired Maj. Gen. Antonio Taguba, the man who wrote the U.S. Army’s report on the Abu Ghraib prison scandal in Iraq. He told us, “History will honor your actions.” The next day a magistrate in a Tucson, Arizona, courtroom reached a different conclusion, and sent us to prison for five months.

And so I write from the Imperial County jail in El Centro, California, behind bars for challenging the training of interrogators at the U.S. Army Intelligence Center and School at Fort Huachuca, Arizona. In November 2006, Father Kelly and I had gone to Fort Huachuca to deliver a letter opposing the teaching of torture. We hoped to speak with enlisted personnel about the illegality and immorality of torture, but were arrested as we knelt in prayer halfway up the driveway at the Army base.

Mohandas Gandhi said that the cell door is the door to freedom. In freely entering the Imperial prison in India—and the Imperial County jail in California—there is nothing more to fear. Here we achieve a transformation, a turning, a teshvua (the Hebrew term for repentance). Here we discover the path of resistance: a vocation that we must follow in the midst of empire to overcome the oppression of our brothers and sisters.

I realize this stance in my solitary cell in Imperial County jail. As the steel doors clang shut, there is freedom to surrender to God and this universe. There is freedom to be open to the creative call of compassion toward our global community.

I HAVE COME TO this prison cell because I was moved to challenge a terrible frontier that my country has entered in its ill-conceived and ill-fated war in Iraq: torture.

Each of us has had to absorb the reality that ours is a nation that tortures. By its policies and practices, the United States has retracted the binding commitment it made when it signed the 1975 U.N. declaration on torture. The declaration prohibited torture, defined in Article 1 as “any act by which severe pain or suffering, whether physical or mental, is intentionally inflicted by or at the instigation of a public official on a person for such purposes as obtaining from him or a third person information or confession, punishing him for an act he has committed … or intimidating him or other persons.”

As stunning as turning on our televisions on Sept. 11, 2001, to see the World Trade Towers collapse was seeing, in 2004, photos of raw torture perpetrated by the U.S. military at Abu Ghraib prison in Iraq.

We have since learned the extent of these so-called “enhanced interrogation methods”—hangings, electric shock, beatings, waterboarding, and other extreme physical and psychological procedures—spelled out in memos emanating from the White House. They have been used in other prisons in Iraq, Guantanamo Bay, and in renditions to other countries such as Syria (listed by the U.S. as part of the Axis of Evil). We outsource our enemy combatant captives for torture so that we can disclaim any responsibility.

While in Jordan and Syria in summer 2006, I spoke with Iraqis who had been imprisoned by the U.S. in Abu Ghraib. (They were dumbfounded that some of us had gone to prison to protest their detainment and treatment.) Meeting them convinced me that this policy and practice of torture has diminished our standing in the worldwide community.

Many say torture is worse than killing in war. It destroys not only the body but also the spirit—for the victims, but also the torturer. By extension, this is surely true for the countries involved. Major religious bodies attest that torture is immoral, sinful, evil, and always wrong.

Alyssa Peterson, a young U.S. Army interpreter, was trained with interrogators of the U.S. Army Intelligence School at Fort Huachuca. She was on an interrogation team sent to one of the U.S. prisons in Iraq. After just two sessions in the cages, she objected and refused to participate in the harsh interrogation techniques being used—techniques the Army now refuses to describe and records of which have been destroyed. She became distraught and was sent to suicide prevention training, only to commit suicide shortly thereafter.

This story stunned me and Father Kelly. It induced us to join the protest at Fort Huachuca.

THE COMMANDER at Fort Huachuca, Maj. Gen. Barbara Fast, had been chief of military intelligence in Iraq. Though stationed at Abu Ghraib during the height of the abuses, she has never been reprimanded nor prosecuted for her command failure to prevent it. We wanted to ask about the training of interrogators, because we understood that in summer 2002, Brig. Gen. John Custer, then second in command of Fort Huachuca (in 2007 he succeeded Fast as Commander), went to Guantanamo on special assignment. Upon his return, he integrated the techniques he learned there into standard practices.  Fort Huachuca is already notorious as the source of the torture manuals used at the School of the Americas—we wondered what other secrets were still untold?

So we brought a letter requesting a meeting with Fast, the trainers, and the trainees, but were stopped before reaching the gate. We knelt. Prayed. Were arrested. (Three more activists were arrested at the base on Nov. 18, 2007, and were later sentenced to supervised probation and a $5,000 fine or 500 hours of community service. Two of the three spent two months in jail without bail while awaiting trial.)

As a nation, we have crossed a line we had pledged we would never cross.

Jesus boldly challenged every barrier to the well-being of all, fearlessly breaking the innumerable taboos, customs, and laws that dehumanize, destroy, or diminish human beings, especially the rejected, the feared, the despised. His life and vision has illumined for me the obligation to say “no” to injustice and “yes” to love in action.

As a Franciscan, I have in turn been deeply influenced by Francis of Assisi, who brought Jesus’ vision alive in concrete and powerful ways in his own time.

Originally attracted to the valor and heroism of the Crusades, Francis realized that we could only approach our fellow creatures with gestures of openness and love to all. He rejected the Crusaders’ violence and passed through their lines to embrace the Sultan. Aware that God’s goodness is revealed in all creation, they shared their common experiences and saw that goodness resists those who branded all followers of Islam as violent jihadists. Francis challenged the Franciscan brothers to live among Muslims and be subject to them in order to learn their truth. We must follow these insights if we wish to realize our deepest yearnings for peace.sss

THE CELL DOOR clangs shut. Now I am alone. But instead of trying to escape this solitude, I enter it deeply: This is where I am. Here in this empty cell I have begun to experience prison in the way James W. Douglass in Resistance and Contem­plation describes it, not as “an interlude in a white middle-class existence, but as a stage of the Way redefining the nature of my life.” I have sensed this, little by little. These days are a journey into new freedom and a slow transformation of being and identity: an invitation to enter one’s truest self, and to follow the road of prayer and nonviolent witness wherever it will lead.

I am in this little hermitage in the presence of God, in the presence of the Christ who gave his life for the healing and well-being of all. I am also in the presence of the vast cloud of witnesses, some represented in the icons that have multiplied in this cell, gifts sent to me from people everywhere: Oscar Romero, Martin Luther King Jr., Dorothy Day, Steve Biko, the martyrs of El Salvador, Pope John XXIII—those who have given their lives to fashion a more human world. I also experience a deep connection with my fellow prisoners and with those outside these prison walls.

In my small cell, I have a growing awareness of the communion of saints—and the possibility of a world where the vast chasm of violence and injustice enforced by torture and war is bridged and transformed.

Louis Vitale, OFM, a founder of the Nevada Desert Experience and a former Franciscan provincial, was released from prison on March 14, 2008. Vitale serves as the “action advocate” for Pace e Bene Nonviolence Service (paceebene.org) in Las Vegas and is currently speaking throughout the U.S. about his prison experience and the call to end torture.

New Addiction

Have recently become addicted to GoodReads.com, a site that enables you to post books in your library and provide reviews of them for others.  A bibliophile’s myspace, in a way.

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