Worldly Holiness

Destorying Homes

One of the more discouraging things I witnessed while in the Holy Land were demolitions. I can’t think of any reason why the destruction of personal property–homes, things like solar panels and water cisterns–is warranted. Especially when the reasons are for the expansion of settlements, which are illegal by international law, and deeper encroachment of the Israeli government into Palestinian land.

Picture this. You own a house. Someone says your waterline is taking water from the neighbor’s well. You have legal papers drawn up by an engineer that demonstrates this in not the case. “Well, we’re going to destroy it anyway!” What is not stated but is becoming increasingly clear as an overall strategy by the Israeli government hangs in the air behind every demolition I observed the last 3 months; We want your land because we are expanding our neighborhood and don’t want you here. Several of the demolitions in our region recently included several Palestinian homes; a set of solar panels in a rural section of South Hebron Hills [serving the needs for a primary school, 40 families and a health clinic], and several water cisterns for local farmers. Its bad news. It’s going on all the time. It’s increasing in numbers per year. More displacement of Palestinians, some who are our Christian brothers and sisters, occurs on a regular basis.

Cistern Demolition

Here is a story from the organization I served with in the West Bank.

As the season of advent draws to a climax, Christians around the world tell each other the great story of redemption that began in Bethlehem over 2000 years ago. We sing songs of the mother on a donkey, the closed inn and the child in the manger. But this Christmas, spare a thought for the oldest community of Christians in the world: Palestinians who still live within a few miles of Jesus’ birthplace and resurrection.

The UN reported that the army demolished over 199 homes this year to 12 December, along with 340 structures such as rainwater cisterns and animal shelters – the very basis of farming livelihoods in Area C. The occupation has displaced over 1,051 Palestinians this year, some due to violence by Israeli settlers but mostly due to demolitions. This compares to 606 for the whole of 2010.

I was praying/reflecting the other day on what I’m asking people to do as I share the story of my time in the West Bank / Israel. Would love any feedback.

1. Repent of theological or political positions which eclipse the full application of the Abrahamic Covenant to be a blessing to all nations and peoples. See especially Gen. 12:1-3. Isn’t the Good News supposed to be Good News for everybody?

2. Do better Biblical and theological work around: a. The Holy Land in relation to the Kingdom of God, b. An Eschatology that embraces the world, and this region, instead of abandoning it. and c. Answering the question, “who are the chosen people?” in the context of the full Biblical story. What are they chosen for? And who is to be included in the blessing?

3. Exercise fairness, i.e. “principled impartiality” in our dealings with people and issues impacted by activity in the region. No room for Antisemitism, Islamophobia, or forgetting what is happening to the persecuted church [in this case the Palestinian Christian community]. In this vein, we need to correct stereotypes that characterize Palestinians as a violent people bent on the destruction of Israel, or Christians who ask questions about the policies of the Israeli government as anti-semitic.

4. Support, show solidarity for ALL who seek a just peace, including Israeli and Jewish activists. Engage in protective presence, an ethic modeled and taught by Jesus, with the vulnerable. Tell their stories far and wide.

5. Resist injustice. Demonstrate a Christian faith that is genuine in action and deeds as well as mere belief and doctrine. Afterall, as I mention in a book I’m writing, orthodoxy without orthopraxy is heresy. Think about the words of Jesus near the end of Matthew.

6. Come and see. An invitation to take trips to the Holy Land to see, experience and witness Palestinian hospitality and see the consequences of policies which violate international humanitarian law and Christian ethics. [This is where I hope to add a piece to what I'm doing with Mosaics Project].

This is my wish list. I need some time to percolate, mature, improve, add, subtract. Also need to attach little “behaviors” or “things you can do now” to help get traction. In time. In time.

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My Story – Worldly Holiness

For as long as I can remember I have enjoyed photography as a form of creative expression and a path to connecting with God.
Expressing myself with pictures has…
Uplifted my spiritual journey….
Served as the pen for my journal….
Helped record and contemplate daily life, both the good and the bad….
Gain perspective in difficult times….
Soar with gratitude and awe….
Overwhelmed me with the beauty and sense of wonder as an image unfolds before my eyes.

Much as the constant rising of the sun everyday, I’m re-established and strengthened in the rhythms of God’s faithful and abiding presence through the ability to capture his creation in a moment that stands the test of time.

Here are some of the pictures featured in this year’s calendar

“They don’t let them into the city to meet real Palestinians anymore!” Words shared with me yesterday outside the Nativity Church in Bethlehem from Ahmed. “They are just greedy and selfish.” I’m finishing a 3 month term serving with EAPPI as an Ecumenical Accompanier, providing protective presence to vulnerable communities, monitoring and reporting on the situation at checkpoints, learning about the ramifications of the wall to all sides in the current situation in the West Bank. Have also had the opportunity to visit a settlement and meet with Israeli and Jewish activists who disagree with many of the current policies and strategies of the current Israeli government.

I haven’t entered the typical build-up to Christmas as normally experienced in the US. I’m still in Hebron, just south of Bethlehem by about 20 kilometers, through Dec. 5th. I’m in Bethlehem taking a few needed days off and trying to reflect on what I’ve seen and experienced in my time here. I’m also trying to prepare for Advent. Some of that includes buying gifts for loved ones. But I also want to take advantage of being so close to where it all started–the place of Christ’s birth. There are others here doing the same. Many tourists from around the world make their way to Bethlehem this time of the year, trying to get close to the story of Jesus. But most miss the point.

There is plenty of room in the Bethlehem Inn, or other nice hotels where people camp out before they head over to Manger Square and step through the very low door into the Church of the Nativity. The “door of humility,” a small rectangular entrance to the church, was created in Ottoman times to prevent carts being driven in by looters, and to force even the most important visitor to dismount from his horse as he entered the holy place. The doorway was reduced from an earlier Crusader doorway. The different iterations of the entry can be seen in the stones and refurbished masonry, kind of in reverse of the height charts on your wall at home showing the growth of your children. It appears the door kept getting smaller, making it less penetrable by invading forces.

The tourists today arrive in droves in December. They arrive in beautiful buses, not donkeys. Tour guides shape the story and guide them step by step through a tight script, photo opps, plenty of food, and trips to trinket stores. Wonder what Jesus thinks of all this hubbub. “Those tour guides get a big commission from each stop on the tour. They are all greedy,” continues Ahmed. I went over to the coffee shop next to the Nativity Church for a nice hot cappuccino. Probably something Joseph and Mary didn’t do when they came looking for a place to rest for a night.

So much has happened here in Bethlehem since those humble beginnings. It’s amazing to think that where I stood yesterday, it is reported that 100 Israeli tanks, and snipers, were poised, taking shots at the Nativity church, just a little over 10 years ago during the 2nd intifada. They were trying to capture 200 Palestinian militants who had found refuge in the church. It is reported that tourism took a big hit because of that siege. Wonder why? But now, more than a decade away, the tourism spicket seems to be wide open.

Part of me would like to return home and forget some of what I’ve seen the last few months here in the West Bank. I’d like to have the warm devotional thoughts about advent, and the Christmas story. I’d like to join those tourists on the warm, heated bus. It can hit freezing in December here in Bethlehem. With central heating a rare thing, except for the nicer hotels and tour buses, you feel exposed to the elements. Much like Mary and Joseph, and Jesus of course.

Part of me is emotionally raw, another part angry, because of what I’ve seen and experienced here in the West Bank the last 3 months. The Kingdom of God which Jesus came to inaugurate seems absent still. The operative word is “seems.” The great proclamation that “The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us,” [John 1:14] (as we are, not as we wish it would be), assures us that God did in fact enter human history through his incarnation. And he is at work through you and me to give hints of what that Kingdom looks like. I’ve met some courageous Palestinians and Israeli activists these past months. Many keep working for peace, by using non-violent means. They are the leaven in the dough that God seems to be using to move things in the right direction.

This season of Advent, a season of waiting and cultivating hope in the work and presence of Christ among and through us, gives me strength. Our sense of anticipation is heightened looking forward to the day when the lion will lie down with the lamb, death and destruction will be swallowed up, and every tear will be wiped away. Peace in the Middle East, and our extended families and places of service will come in full. Advent captures in microcosm the big picture of Christ’s work of redemption.

Don’t board the tourist bus. Mix it up with the locals. Be agents of the Kingdom, beacons of hope pointing to the key figure of the Advent season where you live and serve Christ this advent. “In the same way, let your light shine before men, that they may see your good deeds and praise your Father in heaven.” Matthew 5:16.

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Several weeks ago I had my first experience with tear gas here in Hebron. I realized something was up when I saw several of the other international observers wearing a gas mask. I said to myself, “looks like trouble.” But it also made me wonder, “why didn’t we get that memo?” Sure enough within 15 minutes of my initial observation I saw some young Palestinians boys throwing rocks, to be answered almost immediately with a “bang, bang!” Tear gas cannisters hit several buildings close by, falling to the road and spewing out their noxious cloud. Unfortunately the center of the flash-point was between our team and the exit up Shuhala street. We were stuck. Of course, I wanted to get pictures so began to make my way to the center of the action. WOW. This stuff is really effective. My eyes started burning and breathing became labored. A kind shop owner grabbed me and started to apply liquid soap to my face. It helped my breathing and my eyes seemed to burn less.

Soon after the tear gas and group of soldiers spilled out onto the street from behind their barricaded compound in the middle of the city. This was not a video game. It was real. I wondered if they had live ammunition in their guns but didn’t want to ask either. As I was going forward closer to the center of action, then reversing my steps wondering how this was to play out, another photography with a nice fancy vest with the word PRESS emblazoned across the back, and gas mask mind you, said to me–”Don’t worry!” Did I look that terrified? The tear gas eventually dissipated and our team was able to move down the street away from the burning tire and debris of tear gas cannisters and sound grenades. Within about 50 yards of the mayhem, we transitioned into normalcy. Shops were open, people were stopping to buy produce, as if to say. “Don’t worry!” I concluded this was just another day at the office in Hebron as an Ecumenical Accompanier.