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Sunday, 27 September 2009

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    Four Songs
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    The Importance of Presence

          

    As I have kept up with news from the Iranian “election” and the ensuing chaos I am drawn to the articles Roger Cohen, a journalist who stayed in Iran after his press pass was revoked and the foreign media left. He not only stayed, but joined the demonstrations. His insight into the mood of Tehran was evident as he described the faces in the crowd. When asked why he would stay in such a volatile situation, he simply said “I thought it was important to bear witness.” In one article he writes,

     “To be a journalist is to bear witness. The rest is no more than ornamentation. To bear witness means being there — and that’s not free. No search engine gives you the smell of a crime, the tremor in the air, the eyes that smolder, or the cadence of a scream… You can’t bear witness from afar any more than you make an omelet without cracking eggs. Seeing is different and has a price, sometimes even the ultimate price… In the making of the choices I have described, presence is required. Because part of the choice lies in something ineffable — the air you breathe, the sounds you hear, the shadow light as a bird’s wing that falls across fearful eyes — something that cannot be seized or rendered at a distance.”



          When I read this I was struck by the implications it holds for those of us who are followers of Christ. We could replace the title “journalist” with missional: To be missional is to bear witness.  Cohen speaks of the importance of bearing witness, even in the midst of turmoil, because sometimes culture (that is the people who make up culture) cannot be understood through any medium other than presence.  There is something beautiful about bearing witness to a situation-to a life. It attests to the importance of the event and by doing so gives it weight and value. Susan Sarandon’s character says it well in Shall We Dance, "We need a witness to our lives. There are a billion people on the planet...I mean, what does any one life really mean? But… you're promising to care about everything. The good things, the bad things, the terrible things, the mundane things...all of it, all of the time, every day. You're saying, 'Your life will not go unnoticed because I will notice it. Your life will not go un-witnessed because I will be your witness.'"
          To live on mission is to be present in culture, in the lives of those around us. It is choosing to come near and to stay near, even when nearness is hard, dangerous, or messy. If it is authentic presence, there will always come a time that it is. Cohen alludes to this when he compares bearing witness to cracked eggs. We, however, do not fear. We take our cue from the one we follow, Jesus Christ, “the Word {who} became flesh and dwelt among us” who, because of his presence, could say, “this is my body, which is broken for you.” It is no coincidence that the same Greek noun that is translated Witness is also translated Martyr. [Martus]
          John titles Jesus “the faithful witness.” He came to testify the truth about his Father, but in coming bore witness to the condition of humanity. This, the author of Hebrews tells us, is why we can draw near to our Father God with confidence  “for we do not have a great high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but one who in every respect has been tempted as we are, yet without sin.”
          Yes, we are called to speak truth, to make known the glory of God in word and deed, but in the tragedy of living in fallen world, there are times we can do nothing other than be present. It is a challenge and encouragement to know that even in this there is godly service. We affirm the glory of God in our fellow humans by choosing to bear witness to their lives. We mirror our Lord when we enter into brokenness and it costs us much. To be a follower of Christ is to bear witness by our words and by our presence

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  • Someone Untied Your Camel

    Someone Untied Your Camel

    From: ReThink Mission

    How shall I describe Hafiz?

    Wikipedia tells you he is a fourteenth century Sufi Mystic who is greatly revered for his poetry, “a poet’s poet.” In the Persian-speaking world Hafiz is still widely read and “generally regarded not only as a great poet, but also as a seer, a “tongue of the mysterious” (lesan ol qayb).

    During his life, Hafiz was called a lover of God and a heretic. I understand the reason for these titles and say, “all truth is God’s truth,” and enjoy mining it from Hafiz’s ancient verses.

    His playful prose shouts loudly of the deep love of God, whom he often calls The Beloved. There are too many beautiful poems to pick a favorite, but today I choose  Someone Untied Your Camel:

    I cannot sit still with my countrymen in chains
    I cannot act mute
    Hearing the world’s loneliness
    Crying near the Beloved’s heart

    My love for God is such
    That I could dance with Him tonight without you,
    But I would rather have you there

    Is your caravan lost?

    It is,
    If you no longer weep from gratitude or happiness,
    Or weep
    From being cut deep with the awareness
    Of the extraordinary beauty
    That emanates from the most simple act
    And common object.

    My dear, is your caravan lost?

    It is if you can no longer be kind to yourself
    And loving to those who must live
    With the sometimes difficult task of loving you.

    At least come to know
    That someone untied your camel last night
    For I hear its gentle voice
    Calling for God in the desert.

    At least come to know
    That Hafiz will always hold a lantern
    With galaxies blooming inside
    And that

    I will always guide your soul to
    The divine warmth and exhilaration
    Of our Beloved’s
    Tent.

    Poetry makes the world make sense to me in a way expositional treatise never can.

    As a follower of Christ, this poem resonates deeply. It speaks of chains and loneliness and I see the symptoms of a broken and sinful world, crying near the Beloved’s heart. As Tim Keller writes, “Self-centeredness creates psychological alienation. Nothing makes us more miserable than self-absorption.” We know what it is to live in this place.

    “My love for God is such/ That I could dance with Him tonight without you/ But I would rather have you there” speaks clearly of a complete contentment with God, yet a longing for others to join. This is an accurate description of the incarnation. Jesus was perfectly in step with the Father and His complete love, acceptance, and glory.  Yet he wanted us to join this dance, so he came for us.

    This in turn is what we do as his followers. We through Christ’s atonement have the Father’s perfect love, acceptance and glory, yet long for others to join, because we know just how good this is.

    When Hafiz writes about losing awareness of the divine in the common he compares it to a lost caravan. Often this is us. When obligation replaces joy, we are left trudging through the dessert of duty blind to the Beloved’s presence. As the sun beats down we grow weathered and calloused; no longer can joy cut deep enough to reach the heart. We cannot accept grace for ourselves and certainly cannot extend it to others.

    We need the soft light of a lantern, a welcome relief from the heavy sun and cold darkness, to guide us to the place of warmth and joy. Even seven centuries after his death, Hafiz stands with a lantern, illuminating the love of God. He reminds us of truth we knew but forgot in the glare of duty and performance.

    When our camel runs off, our caravan derails, and the sweetness of joy is lost to a mouth full of sand, we need to be reminded of reality: we are welcomed into the Father’s presence, we who once were lonely and enslaved, are invited to dance in our Beloved’s tent.




Thursday, 03 September 2009

  • ODE TO WATERMAN, PERSHING, & KINGSBURY

    (so 3 days a week i drive to class but i can't park near the school because most of the streets are marked private....thus this ode)

    ahem

    ODE TO WATERMAN, PERSHING, & KINGSBURY

    I hate your sign
    declaring you a
    "Private Street"
    "No Public Access"

    For surely I would defile you,
    my public presence
    in your private residence
    secluded, secure, & sacred

    And I smile
    as I rip the veil
    and drive across "your" pavement
    which is surprisingly just like "mine"

Friday, 19 June 2009

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    An Other Cup
    By Yusuf
    Midday (Avoid City After Dark)
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    The day's adventure

     Today i ran to the bank...standing in line with CNN newscasters droning in the background. The news switches to an update on Iran. Everyone pauses-heads tilt upward-faces angle toward the tv and watch for 30 seconds-make sure that everything is still ok and go back to business without refrencing the situation. It was amazing to see people move in unison but never speak about it.
    Then a trip to the library. Full of bored people (unemployed people?) starring out the window. Three floors of books-with a circular staircase encased in windows sunlight streaming in as people walking up and down cast shadows on the tile floor. Mary-Janes tap loudly on the floor breaking the rythmn of the swishing feet and recieve a scowl from the librarian.
    Making my way back to my neighborhood-I see a kite flying and take a side street to see it's pilot. I do not find the kite man but i do find a south asian man hanging fish next to the clothes on his wife's laundry line. His face is tight with concentration or worry. He and the kite are the only thing moving in the neighborhood-everything else is resigned to merely exist in the heat.



Tuesday, 21 April 2009


  • 18The crash of your thunder was in the whirlwind;
        your lightnings lighted up the world;
       the earth trembled and shook.
    19Your way was through the sea,
       your path through the great waters;
       yet your footprints were unseen. (Psalm 78)

    I long for You so much
    I follow barefoot Your frozen tracks

    That are high in the mountains
    That I know are years old.

    I long for You so much
    I have even begun to travel
    Where I have never been before. (Hafiz-I follow barefoot)

     9... the word of the LORD came to him, and he said to him, "What are you doing here, Elijah?" .... And behold, the LORD passed by, and a great and strong wind tore the mountains and broke in pieces the rocks before the LORD, but the LORD was not in the wind. And after the wind an earthquake, but the LORD was not in the earthquake. 12And after the earthquake a fire, but the LORD was not in the fire. And after the fire the sound of a low whisper, a thin silence.13And when Elijah heard it, he wrapped his face in his cloak and went out and stood at the entrance of the cave. And behold, there came a voice to him and said, "What are you doing here, Elijah?"  (I Kings 19)

    The infuriating mystery of it all-footsteps that are not seen-whispers that are silent. Yet there are footsteps , there are whispers. How is it so?