Thursday, August 31, 2006

Immense and Intense Incense




(writing from Phnom Penh, Cambodia)

The other day I sat and had lunch with one of Food for the Hungry’s staff here in Cambodia. He was nine years old during the Pol Pot/Khmer Rouge/Killing fields’ era, when his family fled to a refugee camp. During the time in the camp, circumstances separated the family from each other. While I do not remember a great deal of the details of his story (due to the language barrier), I found, in his story, something very interesting.

Paulo Friere wrote a book titled, Pedagogy of the Oppressed. While there are great deals of complex thoughts and propositions put forth in this book, at a very basic foundational level, the book discusses issues with oppressed peoples. Friere proposes that throughout history those who have been oppressed, when freed, become oppressors themselves (for they know nothing different).

This is seen in much of the Cambodian culture which is filled with corruption, the sex trade, and wide spread crime. This is of course an overly simplistic explanation, but bear with me.

This FHI staff member has not fallen into the cycle that much of his country and even many in his family have. It was a church which reached out to this man and changed his ideas and perceptions with the Kingdom of God. It was this transformation in his life that he was able to end the cycle of oppression and speak out with the peaceful words of Christ!

While Friere’s study of the oppressed can be seen in a dim light, the answer, to ending these cycles of generations growing up with no other knowledge than that of violence and oppression, is the transforming power of the Kingdom of God! For the gospel is not some simplistic salvation message for an individual to go to heaven but a very powerful force filled with grace and peace which can transform people and redeem all of the broken aspects of life!

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

God: holy and wholly different






The Hollow Men

I

We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
Remember us -- if at all -- not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.

II

Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death's dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind's singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.

Let me be no nearer
In death's dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer --

Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom

III

This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man's hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.

Is it like this
In death's other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.

IV

The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms

In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river

Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death's twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.

V

Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o'clock in the morning.

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow

For Thine is the Kingdom

Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow

Life is very long

Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom

For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.

~T.S. Eliot (1925)