Making Real Connections

15 Feb

Eva Coombes, a member of the Jewish Faith and the Mid-West Interfaith Network, shares a very interesting story – 

“My friend Naomi in Haifa has given me permission to share this story which she told in a chat room of Second Generation Holocaust Survivors.  I think it is interesting because at a time when it seems that nobody entertains any hopes of a shared solution in Israel, while observing in awe and sometimes horror what is happening in the neighbouring states, there are still women trying to maintain contacts at the interfaith level.  It is not particularly heart-warming but it represents a ‘slice of life’ and rings true, graveyard humour and all. I have changed the names.

‘I belong to a group of women called Progressive Women -or words to that effect and we are Jews, Christians and Muslims who meet and do stuff together. We do social things together- eat a meal we prepare together- do some fun things- go on a retreat- the works. Last night we met at the house of the person who organizes these things- a religious woman who is herself the daughter of a rabbi. Since it was Tu BeShvat (Jewish Arbour Day), we talked about the importance of trees, etc., the agricultural nature of all our societies, and how we are like trees ourselves. Stuff like that. We drew trees and ate carobs, grapefruit straight from a tree and vegetable soup (?) but ok, it was cold. And then, the hostess invited us to join the communal celebration in the local synagogue. The group included two Muslim women whose head covers differ from the way Jewish women wrap their hair, and so, they were immediately recognizable.

And there we were- I did not like the idea, but everyone politely agreed, and we entered a room overflowing with religious Jews from the entire area, singing and sitting and gossiping, and in general having fun. As we entered, all noise stopped for a moment. I put my arms around one of my Muslim friends,  as we all felt the stares, and said – do not fear, I shall protect you (in my heart I said that) and out loud I asked her (Fatima)if she was ok. We sat down and the ceremonies began, chanting and praying over the fruits, and learned stuff from the Talmud. Fatima and Alaa sat and stared straight ahead, not quite knowing what to make of all that. A young couple was sitting at the same table with a baby just beginning to look around. The baby grabbed things and dropped them and the parents were pushing stuff out of his reach.  Before anyone could intervene, he pulled a carafe of wine toward himself, spilled it, and the wine went all over Alaa. 
OMG. As you know, devout Muslims do not drink alcohol. I figured she felt like someone chased her with pork or something. It was very unpleasant. And of course, she could not get the wine stain out of her beautiful white pants. The two Muslim ladies got up and they went home. I went home in solidarity, and told the hostess that I thought the idea of bringing the group into her community into her community for Tu BeShvat had not been sufficiently thought out.  We meet to get to know each other, and not to be entertained by others. The father of the baby apologized profusely and offered to pay for cleaning the ruined outfit, so at least that was ok. I came home and could not sleep. Something was wrong with the whole scenario.Otherwise, a good time was had by all…
Naomi. ‘”

The Story of the Long Spoons

10 Dec

There is a Jewish folk tale that tells the story of a man who wanted to understand Heaven and Hell.

First, he travelled to Hell.

Here, row after row of table was piled high with platters of food yet the people seated around the tables were starving to death. Each person held a full spoon but both arms were splinted with wooden slats so they couldn’t bend either elbow to bring the food to their mouths.

Next he went to Heaven.

The setting was the same here as in Hell – row after row of long tables laden with food and all the people had their arms splinted so that they couldn’t bend their elbows. But the people in Heaven were happy and well fed.

He couldn’t work out why things were so different so he watched for a while.

As he watched, a man picked up his spoon and dug it into the dish before him. Then he stretched across the table and fed the person across from him. The recipient thanked him and returned the favor by leaning across the table to feed his neighbour.

The man ran back to Hell to tell the poor souls trapped there what he had discovered.  He whispered the solution in the ear of a starving man – “You don’t have to be hungry,” he said. “Use your spoon to feed your neighbour and then he will return the favour and feed you.”

But instead of being grateful, the starving man became angry.

“What are you talking about?” he shouted.  “You expect me to feed that man?  I hate him!  I would rather starve than give him the pleasure of eating.”

Then the man understood – both Heaven and Hell offer the same circumstances and conditions. The critical difference is in the way we treat each other.

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Photograph – Rescue Work – Dayton, March, 1913

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Blood-lines of Change

3 Dec

BASTI MAHRAN, PAKISTAN

Before 2004, life in Basti Mahran was extremely difficult for everyone but especially for the Hindu minority. Hindu girls were routinely raped by Muslim men, cattle that belonged to the Hindu villagers were slaughtered and attacks on all Hindus were widespread – all of the time.

And then a very ill young Muslim mother arrived at the local clinic.  She had lost a lot of blood in childbirth and needed a transfusion.  The doctors were helpless, they didn’t have any O-negative blood – until a local Hindu man with the same blood-type stepped forward and offered to give his blood to save this young woman’s life.

“I was afraid, for sure. But it was the right thing to do,” says Bachu Ram, the blood donor. (1)

In spite of his selfless gesture, Ram knew there would be objections to a Hindu giving blood to a Muslim.  And he was right. Word spread about his offer and before very long a group of Muslims charged the clinic to find and kill Ram.  The group was led by Mahar Abdul Latif.

Latif hated Hindus.  For three years in the 1990s he had belonged to an extremist group who patrolled the mountains in Kashmir, killing all Hindus who crossed their path.  Latif had previously tried to force the doctors at the clinic to have separate facilities for Muslims and Hindus, so that Muslims were never touched with the same instruments that had been used to treat Hindus.

As Latif and his gang approached the clinic they were stopped by a doctor who told them that Ram was this young woman’s only chance.

“I don’t know what came over me,” Latif says. “I remember thinking that here we were refusing to even shake hands with the Hindus and he was willing to give us his blood. It was a marvelous thing he did. It was the turning point of my life.” (2)

Next morning, Latif visited Ram’s home to thank him.  This was another seemingly small event but it is said that it was the very first time that a Muslim visited a Hindu home in Basti Mahran so the impact of this gesture was soon felt. In a short time, word of Ram’s generosity and Latif’s remorse spread and everything in the village began to change.

The women began to talk to each other, the rapes and attacks stopped and a huge shed was built to house all the local cattle.

“That was a big deal,” Ram says. “Before, you would not see the cows near each other at all. A Muslim would not have touched the milk from a cow owned by Hindus.” (3)

Nowadays everything in Basti Mahran has changed. In the past, everybody hated the members of the other community, now they not only like each other, they actively support each other even in their religious practice.  It is commonplace today for Hindus to attend Muslim celebrations and vice versa.  Latif and other local Muslims contributed time and money last year to refurbish a local Hindu temple and everybody, generally, makes efforts to help each other.

This change has turned out to be of just as much benefit to the Muslim community as to the Hindu locals, as now that they have stopped fighting each other they are using their collective energy to promote the common good.

Women from both communities have joined forces in their cotton selling businesses and nowadays are earning four times what they earned when they were selling separately.  Last year the village successfully lobbied the government to build power lines and they now have twelve hours electricity a day where previously they had none.  Now they are lobbying for new roads and water supply.

“We’ve been so wrong about the Hindus,” Latif says, watching his 7-year-old son Osama play alongside Ram’s 11-year-old boy Sindhal Ram. “The biggest surprise has been that they are just like us. They want to live their lives the same way we do.” (4)

It takes great courage to give, to accept and to forgive.  The people of Basti Mahran showed this courage and are, literally, an example to us all.

The video below is from the Toronto Star and gives a great overview of this amazing story.

TheStar Gift of blood ends Pakistani town’s bloody history.

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(1) Rick Westhead, Gift of blood end Pakistani town’s bloody history 

http://www.thestar.com/news/world/article/1032541–gift-of-blood-ends-pakistani-town-s-bloody-history?bn=1

(2) ibid

(3) ibid

(4) ibid

Photograph from the same article.

Empathy

26 Nov
By Reverend Bright Udemezue
Empathy shines its light on our deepest needs, never allowing us to forget that our very survival depends on our ability to accurately understand and sensitively respond to each other.

Empathy is a common language giving voice to the heart’s most profound yearnings, eloquently articulating the soul’s most anguished questions.

Through its most thoughtful actions and interactions, Empathy creates the invisible connections that hold us together, one Human to another, Neighborhood to Village, Community to Country, Nation to Planet.

With the connectedness that empathy engenders, the World itself becomes a less frightening place.

A sense of Belonging replaces Loneliness. Strangers appear less strange. Defenses seem less necessary and Hope replaces Hopelessness. Doubts give way to Faith, Resentments fade, and our Hearts, once closed to fear and pain, open up to the possibility of FORGIVENESS.

About the Author

Reverend Bright Udemezue, is a Nigerian Christian now living in Limerick, Ireland.  He is,by profession, an engineer, theologian, human rights activist, entrepreneur and business consultant.

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We are One…

18 Nov
Antlion trap with left-overs form last meal (a...

By Reverend Dr. Keith Scott

The Ant Lion is a predatory insect. It makes a small conical hole in the dry African earth, rather like a mini volcanic crater. It lies buried just beneath the soil at the bottom of its crater, waiting for an ant to fall in. When it does the Ant Lion strikes.

Some years ago when we lived in the mining town of Kitwe, Zambia we went for a walk around Chembe bird sanctuary. Named after Zambia‘s national bird, the African Fish Eagle this is magical place of forest and lake and utter peace some twenty or thirty kilometers out of the city. A place imbued with the touch of eternity, a little fragment of how the Garden of creation is meant to be. We watched Egrets, Maribu Storks and the White Faced Vultures along the lake shore while the Bateleur Eagles soared on the thermals overhead and sunbirds flitted through the canopy, probing flowers for nectar.

Our daughter and one of her friends came with us. The girls, with the gruesome curiosity of children, insisted on catching ants and dropping them into the Ant Lion traps to see what happened. We have yet to work out whether this is cruelty to ants or kindness to Ant Lions. It, did, however bring back memories of a long-ago childhood, feeding limpets to sea anemones in the rock pools of a far-away shore.

The friendship between the two girls is a curious one. They are opposites in many ways, One dark haired and the colour of coffee and cream, the other light haired and the colour of pale brown honey, one interested in clothes and make up, the other wearing only boy’s shorts and tee shirts, one Christian, one Muslim. Circumstances have brought them together and tied them with the bonds of childhood friendship. They play together and study together, they even sing together and, with contrasting voices, sing in harmony.

Watch these two contrasting girl-children squatting at the Ant Lion trap. In the warm sun of Africa they explore the world in which they find themselves. Both are from families deeply committed to their faith traditions. Old enough to be aware of the differences between them and of the hatreds of the world around them, they ask one another questions, each seeking to make sense of the faith that motivates the other.

There is nothing “special” going on here, no deep self-conscious interfaith dialogue, no angst-ridden evangelical encounter, just two children who have chosen respect, curiosity and care over hatred rejection and separation. They have built, however fleetingly, a genuine friendship in a world where such friendships are not always welcomed. They genuinely care for and are interested in one another and the world around them. To such belongs the Kingdom of God.

On the way home the girls begin to sing. “The Sound of Music” and Disney’s “Lion King” feature heavily. Then they launch into “We are One” and everyone joins in.

The Author:

Reverend Dr. Keith Scott is priest in charge of the Rathkeale and Kilnaughtin group in the Anglican diocese of Limerick and Killaloe. He and his family lived in Kitwe, Zambia from 2002 until 2008

On being Jewish…

28 Oct

At the meeting of the Mid-West Interfaith Network on Wednesday, October 26th, Eva Coombes gave a presentation on some personal experiences of being Jewish.  One was her own experience and the other was an account of a talk given by Tomi Reichenthal, a Holocaust survivor, who visited Limerick recently.

What is it like to be a Jew? 

It’s a very personal thing. No two Jews feel alike about it. I can only give you my point of view.

To me: very traumatic. The gruesome images were with me throughout my childhood, although I did not seek documented knowledge about the Holocaust till much later. Every year at Yom Kippur, the Day of Atonement, which is not supposed to be a sad day, though a solemn one, the same drama unfolded. In the afternoon, the memorial service necessitated that all who still had both parents living had to leave the synagogue. Only orphans remained for ‘Yizkor’, the prayer for the dead. When the gates reopened and we could return to our mums and dads, we were struck by the terrifying spectacle of our parents, their faces red and bathed in tears, as if something truly terrible had happened. I always figured that the Angel of Death had appeared and dished out punishments of untold magnitude.

In the 90s most people assumed that the Jewish people was an ethnic entity. That was before Shlomo Sand wrote ‘the Making of the Jewish People’ and generalized the view that it was the result of intense proselytism around the Mediterranean in the early centuries of the Christian Era, which would more plausibly explain why Jews looked so different from each other and so much more like those who lived around them in the various countries where they originated from.

Chassidim, Mitnagdim, Reformed, Liberal, Bundists, Poale Tsion, Revisionists, Zionists of the left, right and centre, anti-Zionists, be they religious (Naturei Karta, Satmar) or secular, humanistic and universalist, argue vociferously with each other. Events that mattered for the Jews and operated a paradigm shift were the passage of Napoleon, from Poland to the Greek islands (and the emancipation of the Jews which he proclaimed), the Dreyfus affair, the White Coat trials in Moscow, quite beside pogroms, the Holocaust and the creation of the state of Israel.

I thought my father was a fibber when he told me: Kirk Douglas is a Jew; Paul Anka is a Jew, etc. You get the idea. Here I would like to quote Lenny Bruce (quoted by David Landy, 2011:51):

Dig. I’m Jewish. Count Basie is Jewish, Ray Charles is Jewish, Eddie Cantor is goyish… Marine Corps—heavy goyish… If you live in New York or any other big city, you’re Jewish. If you live in Butte, Montana, you’re gyish, even if you’re Jewish… Pumpernickel is Jewish and as you know, white bread is very goyish… Negroes are all Jews… Irishmen who have rejected their religion are Jewish. Baton twirling is very goyish.

And further, Bernard Ollman (2005:62) explaining why he wants to resign (as if it was possible):

To this I would add: Noam Chomsky, Mordechai Vanunu and Edward Said are Jewish. Elie Wiesel is goyish. So too are all ‘Jewish’ neo-cons. Socialism and communism are Jewish. Sharon and Zionism are very goyish. And who knows if this reading of Judaism were to hold, I may one day apply for readmission to the Jewish people.

We had a blue/white box, ‘the blue box on the mantlepiece’, for donations to the Jewish National Fund (Landy, 2011:79). Putting money in the box, in David Landy’s words, ‘was contributing to the planting of trees and the ‘redemption’ of the land of Israel. My Dad did not share with me his political itinerary. He supported Israel, because it meant nobody could hunt him again like a rabbit or a beast of the field, as during WW2.

My Mum was the only one who gave money to the rebbe’s envoys when they visited our town. The rebbe being the head of the Lubavitsch yeshiva… She would be surprised to see today the Jewish Talibans that her money helped bring about. She rebelled against the orthodox way of life. After Hitler, her pet hate was the kosher butchers. It angered her that they should levy a tax on the food she was at pains to put on the table.

‘Judaism melds ethics and morality with ritual and civil law into the total code of behaviour contained in the Torah. The sayings of the Fathers maintain a tradition and must be considered as much part of the Torah given to Moses on Mt Sinai as the Ten Commandements.’

Teshuva, Tefila, Tzedaka:

(Study of the Law, Temple worship, Justice/Charity)

Hospitality to strangers, providing for brides, visiting the sick, tending to the dead

Alms giving: Women received help before men, relatives before strangers, and members of the local community before outsiders. A person could receive temporary help even if they owned property. They were not required to sell land or possessions to secure food. Also, a traveller stranded without support could receive assistance even if he had money at home. The poor could be maintained but could not become richer by receiving assistance. The rabbis encouraged those receiving aid to become self supporting: “Even a wise and honoured man should do menial work rather than take charity.”

Sensitivity to the feelings of the poor is an important aspect of gemilut chasidim. Care was to be taken not to bring embarrassment or shame to the recipient. Rabbinic traditions even permitted deceiving a poor person who was too proud to receive charity into thinking the aid was a loan.

Maimonides, an early Jewish scholar, listed eight ways of giving, each progressively more commendable: 1) giving sadly; 2) giving less than needed, but gladly; 3) giving after being asked; 4) giving without being asked; 5) giving without knowing who the recipient is; 6) giving without the recipient knowing who gave; 7) giving with neither the recipient or giver knowing who the other is; 8) helping the poor establish their independence by loan, hiring them to work, or teaching them a trade.

~ ooo~

The short version:

In one word as in one hundred, if, like me, you are too impatient and neurotic to listen to long explanations, here is the gist of Judaism as explained by Hillel to a candidate to conversion who would only hear what he could say while standing on one foot:

What is hateful to you, don’t do to other! The rest is commentary, go and google it, sorry, study it.

~ ooo~

Happy Deepawali. May Good triumph over Evil, and let us see what the end of Kalyug may bring…

Eva Coombes

Limerick, 26/10/2011

Remember Peace

1 Sep

September 2011 marks the 10th anniversary of the World Trade Centre bombings in New York and the 30th anniversary of the first United Nations International Day of Peace.

In honour of this important day, the Mid-West Interfaith Network would like to invite you to come along to City Hall at 7.00pm on Wednesday, September 21st, where we will be hosting a relaxed get-together to mark the occasion.

Hopefully we will have some music but we can definitely guarantee you refreshments and fellowship as we join together in a spirit of remembrance, hope and cooperation.

“In many ways, this get-together, humble as it is, reflects not only our desire to come together in support of peace and reconciliation but also the Network’s ongoing efforts to find, and work with, people of like-mind in creating a community of diversity and respect,” said Keith Scott, Chair of the Network Steering Committee.  “Everyone of all ages is invited,” he continued.  “There are numerous events throughout the region this week being held by individuals and organisations to mark International Peace Week, the Network would like to encourage everyone to support at least one.”

Remember Peace,

Limerick City Hall,

Wednesday, September 21st, 2011

7.00pm.

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