Thursday, January 12, 2012

Governor Hayley Barbour and the Prisoners

Governor Hayley Barbour did what I've always wanted to do.  He opened the prison doors for nearly 200 prisoners.  For years I have fantasized that I could somehow fly to the prison gates, open it, and tell the astonished prisoners that they were free to go.

He stepped outside of the circle and did what no one else had the power to do.  Give the state's forgiveness.

There is a lot of "outrage" from the public (or maybe that's the way the media likes to blow it up) for this act of Mercy. 

There's also story behind the story here, that is not being told.  The story of how Governor Barbour came to this decision.  I would love to hear it.

Meanwhile, I'm just very glad that this happened in the United States of America.  It's a good sign.

Thursday, January 05, 2012

does it matter where the finger is pointing?

From an interview in an Alaska Catholic newspaper, Fr. William Meninger talks about Centering Prayer.
http://www.catholicanchor.org/wordpress/archives/5537

How do the creeds and dogmas of the church bear on the practice of contemplative prayer? Does it matter whether the practitioner denies essential elements of the faith?
Does it matter where the finger is pointing? If you want to go to the moon and the finger is pointing to the moon, you’re great. But if you want to go to the moon and the finger is pointing to the North Star, you are in trouble.

the dance of the pen

another thing, not to lose:

http://web.reed.edu/reed_magazine/aug2003/features/dance_of_pen/index.html

what kind of Buddhist was Steve Jobs, really?

http://blogs.plos.org/neurotribes/2011/10/28/what-kind-of-buddhist-was-steve-jobs-really/

I need to come back to this.  Putting it here so that I don't forget.

One of the books that inspired Jobs to become interested in the process of "using the mind to watch the mind" was Cutting Through Spiritual Materialism by Chögyam Trungpa Rinpoche, a Tibetan lama who led a group of monks over the Himalayas in the 1950s to escape the invading Chinese army.

I am pretty sure that Merton met Trungpa Rinpoche while in Asia, and that he became interested in the meditation center in Scotland that Rinpoche had started.  But I have to check.

Sunday, January 01, 2012

cutting through the tangled knots of lies ...

http://homiliessermonsharangues.blogspot.com/2011/12/iraq-war-is-over-sort-of.html

Tom Cornell’s blog

Saturday, December 31, 2011

The Iraq War Is Over -- Sort Of

Captain James, the son of the Bellameys in the "Upstairs Downstairs" BBC series comes home from World War I disillusioned. He knows the war is a massive criminal waste. He is at his wits’ end to process his bitterness. But when dear Rose, the upstairs maid, loses her fiancĂ© and her only hope for a life of her own to the war, Captain James feels constrained to comfort her with the ancient lie. She can be proud; her beloved died a hero’s death for king and country. He can not tell her the truth. It’s too hard for her to hear.

Imagine President Obama addressing the troops at Fort Bragg as US combat forces withdraw from Iraq. Could he have told the truth: the invasion was the most grievous criminal act in international law, a crime against peace itself? Can he tell more than four thousand families that buried a son or daughter or spouse or parent it was all in vain, and worse, a criminal plot to control the natural resources of another country? Or the tens of thousands of families torn apart by PTSD suffering veterans? And what of the Iraqi victims? NPR and Reuters count the Iraqi dead in the tens of thousands. For shame! Multiply that by tens! Hundreds of thousands Iraqi dead, more than a million if excess morbidity is factored in. Between five and six million Iraqis have been driven into exile, many of them impoverished, unemployed in neighboring countries. For them the war is not over. The Christian community, Chaldean Catholics in the majority, a church that traces its origins back to St. Thomas, has been drastically reduced.

Iraqis were the best educated people in the Arab world. The education and the health care systems, once among the finest (and free), are in shambles. Professionals have fled in such proportion as to constitute a brain-drain. Baghdad is in ruin, with neighborhoods cordoned off from each other by road-block and razor wire. After the 1991 bombing, Saddam Hussein was able to get the electric grid up and running in six months. After eight years, the US leaves Baghdad with six hours electricity a day. Basra, Haditha, Fallujah will not soon forget the crimes committed against their civilian populations, nor quickly forgive. For them the war is not over.

It has been the Catholic Worker tradition to contrast the corporal works of mercy with the works of war: to feed the hungry as opposed to destroying farms and foodstuffs, to shelter the homeless as opposed to destroying cities, towns and villages, and so on. Consider the spiritual works of mercy as well, again opposed to the works of war. Instruct the ignorant? No! Lie, deceive them! The first casualty of war is always truth. Counsel the doubtful? No! Draft them, in the present instance through an “economic draft.” Comfort mourners? Only those on “our” side. Reproach sinners, the perpetrators? You might be fired, or even jailed if you put your body where your mouth is. Bear wrongs patiently, forgive offenses? Hardly! Revenge! And pray for the living and the dead victims of “our brave fighting men and women”? Not to mention them! If you must, pray for them but quietly, not out loud, not in the Prayers of the Faithful at Mass. The Church thus becomes complicit.

Imagine President Obama making a clean breast of it all and calling for reparations and national repentance! Imagine our bishops taking the Holy Father at his word and doing the same. Meanwhile, the Afghan war goes on and the warlords now take aim at Iran. Fast and pray!

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Tom Cornell is an editor of The Catholic Worker and a deacon serving at St Mary's Catholic Church in Marlboro, NY.

Saturday, December 31, 2011

All the way to heaven is heaven

"Howling is the noise of hell, singing the voice of heaven; sadness the damp of hell, rejoicing the serenity of heaven. And he that hath not this joy here, lacks one of the best pieces of his evidence for the joys of heaven; and hath neglected or refused that earnest, by which God uses to bind his bargain, that true joy in this world shall flow into the joy of heaven, as a river flows into the sea; this joy shall not be put out in death, and a new joy kindled in me in heaven; but as my soul, as soon as it is out of my body, is in heaven, and does not stay for the possession of heaven, nor for the fruition of the sight of God, till it be ascended through air, and lire, and moon, and sun, and planets and firmament, to that place which we conceive to be heaven, but without the thousandth part of a minute's stop, as soon as it issues, is in a glorious light, which is heaven, (for all the way to heaven is heaven; and as those angels, which came from heaven hither, bring heaven with them, and are in heaven here, so that soul that goes to heaven, meets heaven here ; and as those angels do not divest heaven by coming, so these souls invest heaven, in their going.) As my soul shall not go towards heaven, but go by heaven to heaven, to the heaven of heavens, so the true joy of a good soul in this world is the very joy of heaven."

-- John Donne
in Sermon LXVI in The Works of John Donne

Thursday, December 22, 2011

christmas is for children

From my friend, Esther Brown, who advocates for, and accompanies, the men on Alabama's Death Row:

CHRISTMAS  IS  FOR  CHILDREN

Those among us who feel too sophisticated to be childlike during this season often say that Christmas is for children. For the sake of argument let me appear to agree with them.

If Christmas really is for children then I hope you will open your heart to the children who fell through the cracks, the children we did not care about, the children we forgot. So let’s pretend that I am the Ghost of Christmas Past who you may remember from Charles Dickens’ Christmas Carol. No, I do not say that you are Scrooge who felt that Christmas was bah humbug, but perhaps in coming with me, you will learn some things you had not known. So take my hand and I will introduce you to some children very dear to me. Names, race and place of birth are not important in order for you to see these little ones. Important is what happened to them and their childhood, and the question we must ask ourselves about our absence.

I hear a knock on the door! And who do we have here? A sweet, innocent, little boy, but then all children are that, don’t you agree? But that is not all we see. We see a child who is told that he was not wanted, a child who was sexually and physically severely abused by those who should protect him. Stop, you say. And I understand because this is too hard to see. And here comes another one who does have a mother he loves dearly. The father, well…With our present day eyes we see that his mother will die when he is only twelve and that he will then be on his own. Can you imagine? On your own at age twelve? And I am not telling you everything that happened to him because I know you would not be able to bear it. So, how about this little one? Can you bear to look at the little boy raised in a drug house and turned on to hard drugs at an early age, at the little boy whose parents quarreled violently and physically, at the one living on the streets of L.A by age twelve? Can you bear to look without it breaking your heart? May I tell you about the others as well? After all, I have only just begun.
Enough, you say, take me to the present! As the Ghost of Christmas Present I show you that some of those little boys have been killed by the State of Alabama and that the others are at Holman Prison on death row, doing their best to give back in a positive way what they were never given.

And then there is the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come. If I am that ghost as well, I must tell you that I am afraid to tell you what I see. I cannot look and so let me take you back to the present where there is still time to love each other and wish all of our friends the peace and joy that is Christmas. As Tiny Tim said in A Christmas Carol, God bless us one and all.

                                                                                 Esther

Saturday, December 17, 2011

Christopher Hitchens 1949-2011

From the NY Times: "it was “impossible for me to imagine having my life without going to those parties, without having those late nights, without that second bottle.”"

Don't you just love the spiritual HEALTH of that statement?

Christopher Hitchens unwaveringly trusted in WHAT IS, without getting mired in the muck of God-talk.  He faced his death totally trusting the the integrity of here and now and who he is.

THat is some kind of radical faith, if you ask me.  Prophetic and saintly.  But that we all could make that leap.

To my way of seeing and thinking, intellectuals are carving a path whereby we will be able to pull ourselves out of the superstition and fundamental mindsets that have kept humankind mired in war and misery for so long, and discover for ourselves the mysterious secrets that are inherent in the Christian message.