This is a reposting of my September 24, 2008 post. I can’t get it out of my mind. And I can’t get this week’s devastation of Haiti out of my mind.
So eerie that this post was written after the Sept. 14, 2008 hurricane that hit Haiti over a year ago. How does this country get the strength to keep getting up again and again?
Strange that I woke up the morning of Sept. 24th, 2008 with a nightmare. Same thing happened again last night. And I don’t often have nightmares.
If anyone plans to make contributions to Haiti, please consider Partners in Health, the organization founded by Dr. Paul Farmer. Tracy Kidder wrote about him in the award-winning book: Mountains Beyond Mountains. Healing the World. The Quest of Dr. Paul Farmer.
Farmer is one of the most courageous, self-less, inspiring, remarkable people in this world. His story is a must-read.
To read what Tracy Kidder says about Partners in Health and the plight of Haiti in today’s New York Times, “Country Without a Net”, click here.
September 24, 2008
Ramadan – Rabbi Heschel – Rosh Hashanah – What’s Our Responsibility in Repairing the World?
I can’t stand to fly
I’m not that naive
I’m just out to find
The better part of me
–Superman, Five for Fighting-
The cure of the soul begins with a sense of embarrassment,
embarrassment at our pettiness, prejudices, envy, and conceit;
embarrassment at the profanation of life.
–Rabbi Abraham Joshua Heschel–
There must be a thin line between feeling grateful and feeling guilty.
-Shiraz Janjua, Associate Producer of Speaking of Faith-
September 1, 2008 marked the start of Ramadan for Muslims.
It’s a month of fasting, introspection and giving. It’s the month to
become aware of one’s spiritual weaknesses.
September 1, 2008
marked the start of the Jewish month of Elul, the month that precedes
the High Holy Days. It’s a month of intensive personal preparation for
the New Year. A time of self-examination of one’s spiritual, physical,
interpersonal and communal responsibilities.
It’s odd how my life sometimes just nudges me to PAY ATTENTION exactly when I need it the most.
I had my recurring nightmare again last night–the one that reminds me I have responsibilities greater than myself, and I need to PAY ATTENTION.
So…I
woke up pretty shaken after this nightmare. I sat down with the
newspaper & a cup of coffee, and from there I clicked on American
Public Media’s Speaking of Faith website. I had listened to a mind awakening piece on The Origins and Impact of Pentecostalism during my walk yesterday and I wanted to learn more.
Instead,
I ended up reading Shiraz Janjua’s powerful essay about fasting for
Ramadan with Rabbi Heschel’s words echoing in his head, Of Veggie Omelets and Cognitive Dissonance.
Shiraz
asks, “How do we live our lives when part of us is so grateful for all
our blessings, and the other is so guilty about all we have in the
midst of all the brokenness in this world?”
How do we watch the news or read the newspaper and see something so
horrible happening to someone else, and then just go on with our day?
Of Veggie Omelets and Cognitive Dissonance
Shiraz Janjua, Associate Producer, Speaking of Faith
I woke up this morning around 4:45 a.m. to eat before my day of
fasting. To keep myself from passing out into my leftover veggie omelet
from the night before, I turned on the TV. It was about 4:55 a.m. The
first thing that confronted me as I scooped food into my mouth was the
destruction of Haiti. People standing in mud, broken. Helicopters
dropping off bags of food, long lines, the complete absence of
buildings. The government has apparently stopped counting the death
toll. Without numbers, the reporting on Haiti is going to end up even
further down from where I found it: the last report of the hour.
Following the report, the beautiful, dark-haired host smiles with
her moist lips and signs off, wishing me a good day. A good day? Are
you mad?! I’m ready to intentionally deny myself food to try vainly to
understand where I stand in this world. As I’m eating, there are people
on the other side of the glass who are traumatized after three (or
four?) hurricanes. And the host has the gall to wish me a nice day? Did
she even watch the segment that just aired? The cognitive dissonance
was a bit much, but there I sat with my leftover veggie omelet, my
juicy organic yellow peach, my full glass of milk, and my disgust of
the human race, cursing at the screen. I heard Heschel blaring at me, at the newscaster: “Some are guilty, but all are responsible.”
At 5:30 a.m., I went back to bed, to catch a few more hours of sleep
before heading off to work. I lay there wishing for a red cape and blue
tights and the chance to fly across the continent and do something. But
you never see Superman fighting systemic poverty, or downgrading
hurricanes by flying in a counter-Coriolis trajectory. He fights Lex
Luthor.
It’s the afternoon now. I’m still hungry, but come 7:23 p.m.
tonight, I’ll eat. I can. Yet today, my life feels like the platitudes
of that news anchor. I saw something horrible, yet I got on with my day.
In conversations I’ve had with friends on this subject, the answer
is invariably that it’s my duty to live my life more fully and more
appreciatively, that the more tempting response of sullenness isn’t
going to help anyone. Instead, bring your earnestness into whatever
else you do. Working here is important to me because I can integrate my
skills and energy toward something that is, in my view, part of some
larger solution. And that’s good. Still, every time my cheeks stick
from thirst, they drag my thoughts back to this morning, faithfully as
a dog on a leash.
“You are not obliged to finish the task, neither are you free to neglect it.”
-Pirke Avot-