Wednesday, September 6, 2017

A Tribute to Author and Prophet



                        

Have you ever lost a good friend you’ve never met?  In tribute, I share a brief bio of Johann, Christoph Arnold, a prophetic author of compassion, hope, and forgiveness.  I felt the loss of this influential author in my life during Easter of this year.  In addition, I framed his bio with pearls of wisdom from a few of his books.  Hopefully, his thoughts bring you moments of pause and grace.

Seeking Peace
“We often think of peace as the absence of war; that if the powerful countries would reduce their arsenals, we could have peace.  But if we look deeply into the weapons, we see our own minds – our prejudices, fears, and ignorance.  Even if we transported all the bombs to the moon, the roots of war and the reasons for bombs would still be here, in our hearts and minds, and sooner or later we would make new bombs. … working for peace must mean more than getting rid of weapons.  It must start with uprooting war from ourselves and from the hearts of all men and women.”  

“Shalom means the end of war and conflict, but it also means friendship, contentment, security, and health; prosperity, abundance, tranquility, harmony with nature, and even salvation. … It applies to relationships among people and nations, and between God and man.                         Seeking Peace

Endangered
“… new children are born into our torn and twisted world every day, and each one brings the renewed message that God has not lost faith in mankind.”

“You yourself are the child you must learn to know, rear, and above all enlighten.  To demand that others should provide you with answers is like asking a strange woman to give birth to your baby.  There are insights that can be born only of your own pain, and they are the most precious.  Seek in your child the undiscovered part of yourself.”

“Don’t worry that your children never listen to you.  Worry that they are always watching you.”

“As long as Christ lives only in your bibles … and not in your hearts …”

“Why is it that in bringing up our children, we so quickly see the obstacles and problems, and so easily miss the joys?  Raising the children we bring into the world ought to be a privilege and a joy.”

“Constant pressure of any kind will eventually cause a child to snap.”

“The idea of the child as teacher, though not an uncommon one, always deserves rediscovery.  It is the logical consequence of a reverent approach to children.”

“It is because we have forgotten that the tie that binds one generation to the next means far more than the sharing of blood.   As humanity’s oldest and strongest bond, the love between a parent and a child is a gift for the future – an inheritance for prosperity.”

“… whatever a child needs in the way of guidance, security, and love, he/she needs now.  Many things can wait.  Children cannot.  Today their bones are being formed, their blood is being made, their senses are being developed.  To them we cannot say ‘tomorrow.’  Their name is ‘today.’”                                                                                                                            Endangered
Born in England in 1940, one of nine children to parents who fled Nazi oppression in Germany, Johann Christoph Arnold spent his childhood in flight.  The Brits considered the fleeing Germans enemy aliens.  Under pressure, the Arnold family crossed the U-boat infested Atlantic to settle in Paraguay living as farmers and craftsmen.  In 1955, his family moved to upstate New York to the Bruderhof, an intentional Christian community where members pool all income, talents, and energy to care for one another and to reach out to others.  
Johann made his commitment to the Bruderhof.  He completed a degree in business, becoming a salesman for the community’s toy manufacturer.  While traveling on business to Atlanta, he watched breaking news of young Jimmie Lee Jackson’s death in Selma, Alabama.  Jackson had been shot at a peaceful voting rights march.  Overwhelmingly drawn (called?) to the civil rights movement, Johann immediately drove 200 miles to Selma to the funeral.  Johann wrote, “The viewing was open-casket, and although the mortician had done his best to cover the injuries, the wounds on Jimmie’s head could not be hidden.    We never heard one note of anger (among three thousand attending) or revenge in the service.  Instead, a spirit of courage emanated from the men and women of the congregation, especially as they rose to sing the old slave song, “Ain’t Gonna Let Nobody Turn Me ’Round.””
            At the cemetery, Martin Luther King spoke of forgiveness and love.  “He pleaded with his people to pray for police, to forgive the murderer, and to forgive those who were persecuting them.  If there was ever cause for hatred or vengeance, it was here.  But none was to be felt, not even from Jimmie’s parents.”
            This event transformed Johann Arnold, inspiring, shaping his life’s mission.  “The cause worth dying for was the kingdom of God coming to earth.  Baptism by water and Spirit had sealed his commitment to this kingdom.  Love to all, peace, and forgiveness were weapons of power, tools for the courageous believer, not the soft or faint-hearted.”  He proclaimed the gospels in several books, one of his more powerful, “Why Forgive?”
            Johann Christoph Arnold, a prolific writer, pastor, elder in the Bruderhof, relentless fighter for peace and reconciliation through forgiveness, a disciple to live the gospel and love his neighbor, and a prophet died three days after Easter 2017.  I found his writing to-the-point, profound and insightful.  He lived in the graces of the Spirit often among very challenging people.  Blind to social status, he respected people who held differences of opinion.  Many described him as “disarming with warmth and trust.” “We might not have agreed, but we could respect each other and acknowledge our shared goodwill and humanity.”
            Johann had his haters.  “I didn’t relish them, but I could thank them for giving me reassurance in light of Jesus’ words: ‘Woe unto you, when all men shall speak well of you!” Luke 6:26. 
        Under his pastoral care, the Bruderhof grew from four communities in two countries to 24 communities on four continents.  Johann attended peacemaking conferences in Israel, Iraq, South Africa, Mexico, and Rwanda.  Inspired during his meeting with Mother Teresa, he guided the Bruderhof humanitarian aid to Haiti, Thailand, Central and South America, and the Middle East.       
His friendship with New York’s Cardinal O’Connor opened doors with his Catholic brothers and sisters.  Occasionally, Cardinal Dolan and Elder Arnold shared company while enjoying good German sausage and beer.  His convictions on the vitality of the family led to meetings with Popes John Paul II, Benedict, and most recently Francis.  He worked with Chuck Colson on prison ministry and Sister Helen Prejean on death penalty abolition. 
   Arnold teamed with Detective Steven McDonald to form “Breaking the Cycle” taking the message of forgiveness to schools.  Shot and paralyzed while investigating a crime in Central Park, Detective McDonald publicly forgave the fifteen-year-old who shot him.  McDonald has continued to reach out to his shooter in prison ministry. 
McDonald spoke of Arnold; “He cherished opportunities to learn about people’s needs, joys, and sorrows, and always marveled at how similar people are underneath.  He recognized the image of God in everyone.  He was never ashamed to speak of the love of Jesus.”
Value those who give you guidance, strength in faith to carry on, to grow.  Who affirms you in forgiveness, family, faith, and peace?  














Escape Routes
“The joys of heaven are often overshadowed by clouds or hidden in the most unexpected places.  Yet they are always there, ready to be discovered by the seeker who has eyes for them.  And once he finds them, even the weariest soul will see that the agonies of searching were not without meaning.”

“We’re always in danger of ending up possessed by our possessions. When this happens, it is a sign that we have lost our dignity as human beings and become mere tools for creating wealth. Inevitably, we’ll treat other people as tools too. Strangers to our own humanity, we’ll find ourselves adrift just when we thought the good life was within our grasp.”
“Reading these words, we might think that her story has a happy ending – and in a sense, it does. But she knows that her struggle is not over. Like every one of us, she must daily renew her decision to fight her demons and work toward wholeness, both within herself and in relation to others. A disease of the spirit won’t simply go away and stay away. But we can choose to turn the battle against it into a positive one – even into a source of strength.”
“Materialistic attitudes have cheapened human life so badly that many people would rather spend a dollar on punishment than a dime on prevention.”
“Perhaps the legacy of his tragic end is this – the lesson that though admitting and embracing our failures is painful, the inability to face them can be lethal. Do we put our faith in money and the material signs of having made it, or do we find our fulfillment in close relationships and a strong purpose for living?”
 “Though the son of God, he had the frame of a human male and he neither despised the human body nor shied from the physical or the sensuous. We need only recall that he provided a wedding party with wine and allowed a woman to dry his feet with her hair.”
“The fires through which we must go will leave us either scarred or refined.”
“That is why it is often said that at the hour of death, nothing else matters but our relationship to God. In fact, that relationship can be measured by very concrete things: the love we have given others, or failed to give; our dependence on God, or our attempts to steer clear of him; love, or the lack of it; humility, or pride – these are the things that will either comfort or torment us as we prepare to die”.
“I believe that since God set us into a material world, we ought to live in it fully – in the here and now. Even if our present life is meant to be a preparation for a better life to come, there is no point in frittering away our days worrying about the future, or our chances for eternal blessedness. Jesus taught us, “Love your neighbor as yourself,” and that simple command holds more than a life’s work.”
“When I held my grandson for the first time, I couldn’t find words to express everything I was feeling.”
“For isn’t every person–family member, stranger, enemy, or friend–a bearer of God’s image stamped with the sign of eternity and carrying a divine spark? Isn’t each one a messenger for whom we ought to set a place, one we should welcome and honor and love? To view our fellow human beings in this way is not only a lofty idea; it is the only way out of confinement and alienation.”                                                                                                                      Escape Routes
Why Forgive?
“Will we choose to love or not? Everything else pales beside this crucial question.”  
“Forgiveness is neither earned nor even deserved, but a gift.  It is also a mystery.”

“An offender can be punished, but to punish and not to restore, that is the greatest of all offenses ….  If a man takes unto himself God’s right to punish, then he must also take upon himself God’s promise to restore.”

“Bitterness is more than a negative outlook on life. It is a power – and a destructive and self-destructive one at that. Like a cancerous cell, a dangerous mold, or a spore, it thrives in the dark recesses of the heart and feeds on every new thought of spite or hatred that comes our way. And like an ulcer aggravated by worry or a heart condition made worse by stress, it can be physically as well as emotionally debilitating. In fact, if not addressed and taken care of, bitterness can lead to death.”

“Asking one’s partner for forgiveness is always difficult, because it requires humility, vulnerability, and the acknowledgement of weakness and failure.”

“Most of us will probably never be faced with forgiving a murderer or rapist. But all of us are faced daily with the need to forgive a partner, child, friend or colleague – perhaps dozens of times in a single day. Perhaps the hardest thing about practicing forgiveness in daily life is that it requires us to confront the reality of our feelings toward those we know best. It is difficult enough to forgive a stranger we might never see again, but it is much harder to forgive a person we love and trust. Our family, our friends, the people we feel closest to at work – they not only know our strengths, but also our weaknesses, our frailties, and our quirks.”

“Later I read more and a line from the Lord’s Prayer – this line that says ‘forgive us as we forgive’ – jumped out at me.  The meaning seemed clear: “You won’t be forgiven until you forgive.”  I remember arguing to myself, “I can’t do that, I could never do that,” and God seemed to answer right back, “Well you can’t.  But through me you can.””

“Forgiving is a deeply personal matter. Ultimately, each of us must find healing within, on our own terms, and in our own time. On another level, however, forgiving is much more. Even if its power connects people one by one, the resulting ‘ripple effect’ can be felt on a much broader scale. In fact, forgiveness can be a powerful social force, transforming whole groups of people.”


“What does forgiving really mean? Clearly it has little to do with human fairness, which demands an eye for an eye, or with excusing, which means brushing something aside. Life is never fair, and it is full of things that can never be excused. When we forgive someone for a mistake or a deliberate hurt, we still recognize it as such, but instead of lashing out or biting back, we attempt to see beyond it, so as to restore our relationship with the person responsible for it. Our forgiveness may not take away our pain – it may not even be acknowledged or accepted – yet the act of offering it will keep us from being sucked into the downward spiral of resentment.”     Why Forgive?

Tuesday, August 29, 2017

Beer and Love


By Matt Buehrig

I like beer. I like beer, and I don’t think that’s a bad thing. My oldest son recently turned 21, and we also just dropped our 2nd oldest off at college for his freshman year. Beer was one of the many things swirling around my head in regards to both of those events.

I remember back to my own early days at college. I also remember (albeit fuzzy) my own 21st birthday. Beer was not a good thing for me back then. Or perhaps, more appropriately, it was neutral, and my use of it, in excess, was bad. Isn’t that how it is with everything? Avoid excess. Everything in moderation. Those are common words of advice for healthy living, both physically and spiritually. But do we really mean EVERYTHING?

Love. Love to excess. Love God, love His Word, love your family, your friends, even strangers. I can’t find the fault in that statement. Love always and without ceasing. Love when you are happy, and love when you are in pain. That’s right. I didn’t say you had to love the pain, but don’t stop loving just because you are in pain. In parenting this comes up often. Many times my kids will disappoint me, and many times they will need to be disciplined. The best thing I can remember during those times, is to love them. I correct them because of love. I punish because of love. If my temper is still too hot to be able to follow these words, then I need to step back. If I am too angry, or in too much pain, then my words/actions/punishments may be coming from a place of vengeance as opposed to guidance.

Tuesday, August 22, 2017

I Hope

I find I'm so excited, I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head. I think it's the excitement only a free man can feel, a free man at the start of a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain. I hope I can make it across the border. I hope to see my friend and shake his hand. I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams.
I hope.

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 If we spend any time these days keeping up with whats going on in the world, no one would blame us if we had a hard time mustering up any hope.  Racism, religious persecution, terrorism, nuclear war, class and economic inequality, the rise of the 'nones', the continued assault on our religious freedom...just a few of the topics that blend together to paint a picture of doom and gloom in our Post-Christian world of today.

Against this backdrop where do we as believers find hope to carry on?

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

The Gift of Life


by Fred Vilbig

Life is a gift from God. You and I did not cause ourselves to come into existence. At one point we did not exist, and then we did. When we didn’t exist, we couldn’t cause ourselves to come into being, so Someone created us. That was God. Our lives, our very existence is a gift from God.

If you give your child a gift and they willfully destroy it, I think that we would all have to acknowledge that the child is ungrateful. The greater the gift that is destroyed, the greater the disrespect that is shown. There is nothing greater than life. It is the basis, the foundation of all other gifts. If we don’t exist, if we’re not alive, we can’t receive any other gifts. There is no greater gift than life.

That is why assisted suicide is such a great sin. We are taking the greatest gift that God gave us, and we are destroying it. We are throwing it back in His face. We are, in effect, saying no to all of His gifts. We are saying no to Him.

Proponents of assisted suicide will say that it is monstrous to force people to suffer the horrible pain of cancer or some other terrible disease. It is merciful to put an end to their suffering. The Dutch assisted suicide law permits euthanasia only when great suffering is present. But that misses the point of suffering.

Pain and suffering entered the world through sin. They are the consequence of sin.

Jesus came and suffered and died for us to overcome that pain and suffering and death. It is obvious that He did not end pain and suffering since it is still around us. Jesus had to suffer and die, but He overcame suffering through the Resurrection. He told us to follow Him.

As hard as it may be to see this, Love is the point of it all. God is love, and God is our destiny, so love is our destiny. Trusting in God, holding firmly to Him in all of our pain and suffering, even through death, is an act of love. Trusting God even in the midst of terrible suffering is a statement of our love for God, and it makes our love for Him grow.

Assisted suicide is a rejection of God’s will for us, a rejection of God. It is a rejection of that fundamental gift from God: life. And although it may be hard to understand, it is a rejection of the grace of suffering; the blessing of suffering if you will.

Rejecting Gods gifts to us is a terrible thing. In effect, we are rejecting God Himself. Since there is no greater reality outside of God, if we reject God, we end in nothingness. Is that really where we want to end up?

It seems to me that assisted suicide will be the next great battle that we are going to have to face. Assisted suicide is a slippery slope to the mercy killing of the inconvenient, the flawed. Life is the first gift to each of us, the fundamental gift. Condoning assisted suicide, much less participating in it, is a heinous thing. It is fine to manage pain to the greatest extent possible, but doing it by destroying life is not the solution. We need to pass through our pain and suffering, trusting in God the whole way, and find God at the other side. And that is where we will find Heaven.

May God have mercy on us all.

Monday, August 7, 2017

A Tale of Three Mothers

A Guest Post by Judy Wind

The first story of motherhood is that of St. Anne, the mother of Mary. Not much is known of St. Anne or Mary’s childhood. St. Anne was married to Joachim and their marriage produced Mary who would one day be the virgin mother of Jesus. St. Anne is the grandmother of Jesus -the matriarch of the Holy Family. She is the patron saint of grandmothers, women in labor, unmarried women, and she’s the patron of the city of Chinandega, Nicaragua. Only knowing this small amount of information about St. Anne, I have created an entire “back story” for her. None of which is rooted in church doctrine. I think about what her life was like as the grandmother of Jesus. I have decided that she was a cuddler and a snuggler and that she gently pinched Jesus’ nose to make him laugh. I have imagined her to have had a temper and to have stomped her foot in exasperation when the situation called for it. I believe she was frugal, resourceful, and disciplined. I think of St. Anne when I feel like an old mom. I think of St. Anne when I feel the weight of my family on my shoulders and ask her to pray with me for Heavenly guidance and the wisdom to lead my family. I feel united with her as a mom. I hope to remain united with her as a grandmother one day. I think she “gets” me.

My second story of motherhood is that of Carina, a mom who lives in the village of La Chuscada – just outside of Chinandega, Nicaragua. Carina has a husband and two children – Edwardo and Dolce. Her daily schedule includes waking up when the sun starts to rise and the roosters begin crowing. She prepares rice and beans for breakfast, but if milk is available, she will make rice with milk and save the beans for another meal. Breakfast preparation and life has become so much easier in the last two years since, after much physical labor and financial savings, her village established an irrigation system to bring fresh water to the town. After breakfast, she helps the children off to school and her husband off to work in the fields. Then she begins her daily chores of hand washing the family’s clothes and hanging them on the line to dry. She sweeps the floor of their home and the outdoor space surrounding it. Both of these spaces have dirt floors and are swept daily. These chores are very challenging during the rainy season as Carina’s home is made of cinderblocks and open air spaces. She has no windows. One room is fully enclosed and the other room has three walls with the room facing the outside. After chores, she makes her way around the village to check on the elderly and returns home to make fried plantains for lunch for her and the children. Her husband has taken the breakfast leftovers out to the fields for his lunch. If the morning runs smoothly, she will take a little time for herself and watch a soap opera on a small television that has a dial knob and antennas. Then there is preparing rice and beans for dinner. Occasionally she will add chicken to the dinner. They have a family meal together. Carina washes dishes and everyone heads off to bed a couple of hours after sunset. Sunset is a little after 6 PM. She has survived earthquakes, flooding from hurricanes, volcanic eruptions, and draught….And she smiles.

The third mother is me, Judy Wind – Midwestern American suburban mom of two daughters. I am also a wife and educator. My daily schedule begins with moaning the moment the alarm goes off in the morning. My husband brings coffee to my bedside to help me move from my bed to the hot shower. Breakfast is “every man for himself” - whatever you want – cereal, Ego Waffles from the freezer, a freshly blended smoothie - just put your dishes in the dishwasher. Lunch prep is completed by the person in the family who is running ahead of schedule – which means lunch is never prepared. That doesn’t really matter; we can each buy something to eat at some point during the day.
I get in the car and head to work in my Ford Explorer, which not only has heated seats, but also air-conditioned seats. At work, I answer emails, answer phone calls, facilitate meetings, occasionally say something smart and meaningful, advise people, and then they generally follow my advice. I come home and go for a run in the neighborhood because I have not had any physical activity and I have so much stress to get out of my system. I have a well-balanced healthy dinner with a glass of pricey red wine, watch TV, and go to bed. When I crawl in bed, I kiss my husband “good night” and I say, “I love my bed. I love my bed. I love my bed.”

With such diversity among this group of mothers, how could our lives possibly intersect?