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Tuesday, September 25, 2018

Making Love and Peace -- Not War

Last week, I saw my 4-sisters cousins' photo of them in front of the Colosseum in Rome while they were on a trek through Italy. I quickly found my photo when I was there last year because it stirred up a passion to share about the end of a barbarous era when hate and violence killed at least 400,000 gladiators (slaves, criminals, Christians) and a million animals for “sport”. The Colosseum was eventually shut down because someone refused to stay silent about the atrocities. He paid a high price for his passion and courage, but that price changed the course of history.

Telemachus, a monk, lived in a cloistered monastery in the 4th century. He sensed God saying: “Go to Rome” so he packed up his possessions in a sack and went there. As he arrived, people were crowding the streets. He asked why all the excitement and was told that this was the day the gladiators would be fighting and killing each other in the Colosseum, the day of the games. He thought to himself, “Four centuries after Christ and they are still killing each other, for enjoyment?” He ran to the Colosseum and heard the gladiators saying, “Hail to Caesar, we die for Caesar” and he thought, “This isn’t right.” He jumped over the railing, went into the arena, got between two gladiators, held up his hands and said: “In the name of Christ, STOP!”

The crowd protested and shouted, “Run him through. Run him through.” A gladiator hit him in the stomach with the back of his sword. It sent him sprawling in the sand. He got up and ran back and again said, “In the name of Christ, STOP.” The crowd continued to chant, “Run him through.” Another gladiator came over and plunged his sword through the monk’s stomach and he fell into the sand, which began to turn crimson with his blood. One last time he gasped out, “In the name of Christ, STOP!” A hush came over the 80,000 people in the Colosseum. Soon a man stood and left, then another and more, and within minutes all 80,000 had emptied out of the arena. It was the last known gladiatorial contest in the history of Rome.

That, is what I call heroism and St. Telemachus is who I call a hero. He gave his life to make peace. Peace often comes at a high price. Four centuries before, Jesus Christ suffered a brutal death of crucifixion on a cross – as One Who died because His destiny was to exemplify His peacemaker's heart.

Since the beginning of time, peace has been fought for and here we are in this 21st century and the brutality, anger, animosities, hatred, and violence is still happening because of the one common theme of trying to silence the voice of peace and love. It’s a real tug of war between hate and love and this world is far from peace. The accounts of unsteadiness are abundant.

Since the beginning of time, peace has been fought for and here we are in this 21st century and the brutality, anger, animosities, hatred, and violence is still happening because of trying to silence the voice of peace and love. It’s a tug of war between hate and love and this world is far from peace. We are surrounded by a war between love and hate. Like St. Telemachus, I want to reach my arms out between both sides and say: "IN THE NAME OF CHRIST, STOP!!!"

Franklin Graham said: "I have no hope in the Republican Party or the Democratic Party. The only hope for this country is God." The solution that we as citizens have control over is how we respond to these conflicts. We must do our part on a daily basis to not get into word wars because the only thing that can fight hate is love. We have every right to fight for what we believe in; it's our right as citizens. But it starts with love.

Whatever message we should be conveying -- in good AND bad times -- boils down to one primary theme...LOVE. We are faced with a choice. We can let the horrible tragedies weigh on us until we are angry and in fear and we ask..."How can LOVE be the answer when there are those who are filled with so much hate, bitterness, sick minds, and spirits?" It's the same answer when they killed and crucified our Savior: "Lord, forgive them for they know not what they do." That is the love we should all desire.

On Sunday, my pastor spoke these words of St. Francis of Assisi. If we took these words, meditated on them and sincerely prayed them with all our hearts, just maybe we could be the catalyst for change:

"Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; where there is sadness, joy. O, Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console; to be understood as to understand; to be loved as to love; For it is in giving that we receive; it is in pardoning that we are pardoned; it is in dying that we are born again to eternal life. Amen.



Monday, June 19, 2017

Pilgrimage Day 5 -- Arriverderci Roma -- It's time for us to part

Aw! Italy! Bellissimo! The beauty of Italy on an early morning drive through the fields and mountains, the lush green groves of olive trees, sheep grazing, vineyards -- all seen as we made our way to Assisi (about 3 hours drive on a motorcoach), the birth and burial place of St. Francis of Assisi who founded the Franciscan religious order in the town in 1208. Francis was born into wealth and means, but abandoned all for a life devoted to Christianity after having a dream to rebuild the church of God. He thought God meant a physical structure but soon realized he was to build God's church through building God's people He was a simple, humble man, known for his peaceful and loving presona, helping and giving to the poor and downcast, and who had a love for God's creation in nature and animals. No wonder Jorge Mario Bergoglio, who was named the 266th pope of the Catholic Church, chose Pope "Francis" as his title.

We couldn't take photos inside the Basilica of St. Francis, but there was no doubt the presence of God was there as we saw the enormous fresco paintings that told the story of St. Francis' life and ministry. We were humbled to see the tomb where he was buried. Tradition tells that Francis, in humility, wanted to be buried in a common criminal burial place, and so he was. But later, as a saint, his body was moved and placed inside a column for protection because relics were a big business and they were afraid his body would be stolen.

I've continued to be on the look-out for daily messages from God on this pilgrimage. Humility was a powerful word from yesterday's journey to Assisi. St. Francis' prayer resonated within me: If only we all would daily pray this prayer, perhaps we too could become instruments of God's peace, like St. Francis.

"Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
where there is sadness, joy.

O, Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
to be understood as to understand;
to be loved as to love;
For it is in giving that we receive;
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
it is in dying that we are born again to eternal life.

A photo below is Rev. Paul Felix by one of the beautiful olive trees. Father Paul has been the host of our pilgrimage to Rome and the Holy Lands. I never knew him before, but I'm so pleased to say I do now. He is such a humble, kind and endearing man, and his strong faith and servitude to God's people speaks volumes about him. Though he has physical issues and often requires a wheelchair for getting through crowds, you'll never hear him complain. I've seen him walk for miles with us using his cane for support, and climb what seemed to be hundreds of stairs in ancient holy places of worship, climb the many steps of the Colleseum and other rocky and unlevel paths and hilly locations. Along the way, we've encountered a few inconveniences and if someone had a personal issue of concern, he'd reply "Offer it up"! He has a special gift of imparting his spiritual wisdom in a way that only the best spiritual leaders can. What he means is, rather than complain, offer up a praise or thanksgiving, or prayers for someone in worse situations (There's always someone worse off than you!). His humility and words of wisdom are leading us to these holy places that draws us all in a closer walk with our Father.

Yesterday, I heard, loud and clear, from a saint and a priest through their on example of humility: James 4:10 "Humble yourselves before the Lord, and He will lift you up."

Stay tuned.....this morning we fly to Tel Aviv.....embarking on our Holy Lands pilgrimage. No doubt....God is with us, leading the way!!