Elul 21: Peace is Respect

Our next blogger, Risa Cohen is a risk manager for a large insurance company. A member of Congregation Kneseth Israel, she asks deep questions which I relish. She makes this seem so simple. Peace is respect. Now if we could just get everyone on the same page.

Peace equals mutual respect whether in families, neighbors, communities or countries. It may be a simple concept, but hard to put into action. How can one respect someone that disrespects them. The answer is you cannot control other people, but you can respect their right to their opinion. If that opinion means your destruction, it just means you need to influence their thought process, not destroy them. Much is written about enemies and war. Little is written about the families and individuals who try and build an environment based on living together. Someone has to take the first step. Let’s find those things we have in common and then find an approach to respecting those differences. Perhaps if the other party sees respect, they will reflect on it and return the respect.

Risa Cohen

Elul 20: Peace in the House or Detente?

The next guest wrestlers with a difficult subject. Given that there are stresses all the time in most American homes—how do we maintain in our own households. Her approach is an honest, refreshing look. She is a mother of three stepping stone girls—a modern “All of a kind Family.” She is also a physicist and a math tutor. And while she may think that peace is hard to achieve at home, she is the one who bakes challah almost every week (sometimes chocolate chip!), arranges play dates, serves on synagogue boards, and quietly uses her resources to take in people who need a home.

I hardly know what I think of when I think of peace. Except I know that it is lacking. In my heart, in my home, in my community, in the world.

Shalom Bayit. Peace of the home. I want it so badly, but we just can’t seem to achieve it for long. And when we get peace, it often seems more like detente than an ending of hostilities for the moment, ignoring the others instead of actually engaging. A lot of the trouble is lack of resources. Not enough time to do all that we want, not quite enough money, not enough attention to go around. Not enough sleep. Or maybe we have the raw resources but they just aren’t used wisely or aren’t quite distributed fairly.

I see lessons here for the world. How can we have peace on a wider scale when we can’t find it in ourselves? A lot of the trouble is lack of resources: land, water, goods, respect.

Yet, somehow I have hope. Even without Shalom Bayit, there is still love, still caring, still general fairness. And when the resources are there, when everyone has gotten enough sleep, there are patches of peace.

In the world, there is such a lack of peace. But when individuals from opposite sides sit down and talk and play and work and do: there is respect and appreciation. Even, sometimes, love. Perhaps we can add resources wisely? Perhaps then we can all grow up and stop squabbling.

Sharon Finberg

Elul 19: Peace is a Monet Painting?

Our next guest has a similar idea to our last guest. Ken Hillman is a business owner who specializes in the gluten free food industry. He is a member of Congregation Kneseth Israel, on the education committee and grew up Bnei Jeshurun in New York City. He consistently makes me laugh. Maybe that is peace.

Peace is a funny word; people use it all of the time and assume you know what they mean. Ironically, however, it is one of the most contextual words I know and more often than you might think, two people using the word peace may be speaking about two totally different things. As a young Hebrew Student, I always thought it was odd that “Shalom” meant three things (say it along with me “HELLOGOODBYEANDPEACE”). Shouldn’t it only mean just one?

When the word Peace refers to a standing between two nations, it is merely a cessation of hostilities; peace is the absence of war. There is no emotion in this, simply a lack of fighting to “hit the bar” so to speak. If two nations are not firing weapons and killing each other, there is peace. Detente is peace, as is friendship or alliance. The bar is set low and compatibility, respect and harmony have no standing in this definition.

The peace in the house (or Shalom Bayit) between a married couple sets the bar slightly (okay…much) higher than the peace between nations. In Shalom Bayit, peace means mutual respect, harmony and nurturing. But we also learn in the midrash that there is compromise needed (and even a white lie, sometimes) in order to preserve Shalom Bayit. God omits Sarah’s comment about Abraham’s age in order to preserve Shalom Bayit…and if it’s good enough for God, shouldn’t we all learn to do what’s needed to preserve marital harmony? A little give and take, a white lie…no big deal

The most personal peace, however is inner peace. This  to me is the most stringent bar set as it is the most difficult to achieve. There can be no little white lies to achieve (or maintain) inner peace-there can be no inner peace without complete self acceptance: no lies, no white lies, no blemishes. This peace is very fragile and is broken often-threatened by every word and deed in everyday life

This is why to me, the word peace reminds me of a Monet…from far away it looks so beautiful and simple, but the closer you get, the more complex and the greater the granularity you need to navigate in order to achieve it. Peace is a funny word…

Ken Hillman

Elul 18: Peace is Where You Find It

Our next guest was a good friend of my husband’s when they were at Wang. They were on a committee to improve corporate morale. She quickly became my friend as well. She is a deep thinker, a published poet, a very talented baker (who before she began baking professionally made our wedding cake) and lives in New Hampshire with her husband Rags, her cats, views of Mount Monadnock and wonderful stargazing.

A friend of mine once announced that he was going to take a year to travel the world and search for peace. He quit his job and left his family — his ex-wife and two teen-aged daughters — behind, disappearing from our lives.

The year went by quickly, and when he returned, I was eager to hear of his pilgrimage. I expected him to be relaxed and perhaps even a bit Buddha-like. But while his face was tanned and his body lean and fit, his eyes were jaded and disillusioned.

“I went everywhere,” he said. “The cities were too noisy and polluted. I traveled to the jungles, full of bright flowers and singing birds. But they were too hot, and bugs were everywhere. The mountains were clean and the air was clear, but they were cold and difficult to travel in. Finally I came to white sand beaches, and I thought I had finally found peace. I lay in the sun and listened to the rhythm of the waves and felt content. Then the sand flies came out, and I had to run for cover.”

“What I learned is that nowhere in the world can one can truly find peace.”

I am so grateful to him for his journey and the lesson he brought back. Sometimes my world is conflict-free, and I can simply coast. More often demands of time and people fill it, and I rush from duty to duty. I read the news and its horrors and tragedies. I feel overwhelmed, full of self loathing for my failures, in pain for the suffering in the world, always too busy with too much to do.

But if I force myself to step away, even for five minutes, and meditate — if I sit on my cushion or a straight chair or walk mindfully — if I hold myself from doing, allow myself to simply be, then my mind clears and the battles in my brain find truce. I breathe in. I breathe out. I breathe in. I breathe out. I live in the gift of the breath.

When I am done, I am able to act with focus and clarity. The world’s rough and tumble collision of needs and wants, joy and pain does not stop. But I am able to rejoin it without attachments, and do the best I can and let go of what I cannot.

There is only one place in this world where I have been able to find peace. It is within me. It is always reachable if I will only seek it out.

Nori Odoi

Elul 17: Peace and Contentment

One of the things that I love about travel is the ability to think deeply without the pressures of my normal routine. Being up in airplane I frequently gain perspective I lose on the ground.

Tonight, I am lying awake in my friends’ house. It has been a good day, one of seeing long time friends, individually and in larger groups. Many people re-arranged schedules to come to see me and that is gratifying. It was a chance to make a difference in the world, even if it was small, drink some coffee, eat some ice cream, relax with friends, and laugh.

The day began with a delicious breakfast, fresh fruit, half an English muffin, scrambled eggs. It was served in one of my favorite rooms. A sun room with windows on three sides and a sky light. I have sat in that room for many meals watching the changing light and the deep green of the woods. It is like being in a tree house. A feeling of peace settled over me.

Later I was at the Habitat for Humanity event which you read about yesterday. I moved tires and garbage, raked debris. Somehow singing, “If I Had a Hammer” choked me up. And I felt peace as I worked side by side with friends, some whom I have known for years, others whom I just met. Jewish, Christian, Muslim.

Later still I had lunch with my ordaining rabbi. I smiled as he thumbed through my book and we celebrated my accomplishment. We slipped easily into conversation and we enjoyed talking about people we know, what I might say for the holidays, what retirement is like for him.

Even later I saw some thirty people at the Java Room. Yes, one more cup of coffee. Iced, this time. Then some of us moved to Bertuccis, a local pizza place for dinner. A chance to catch up more fully with a smaller group. And then Sully’s. They still have the best ice cream. I sat outside, watching the sky turn from deep blue to intense pink. Words don’t really capture it. Neither did my camera. We talked and laughed, told old stories and older jokes. That group has a shared history over many years. I realized I don’t laugh much in Chicago. People had commented all evening that they had never seen me look happier, that a great weight seemed to be lifted from me. (I wondered if it was an act but I don’t think so) Eating my Almond Joy ice cream, I wondered if peace is joy. I even wondered if I had found next year’s communal blogging project. What brings you joy?

Joy is a part of peace. But that is only part of it. But lying here in this bed, I found myself crying. Why? I just explained that it had been a good day and it was. Was I sad that I was leaving Boston again? That the people in this house are moving to Florida and I might never be in this house that has brought me so much joy, so much calm, so much peace again?

I was trying to answer a burning question. What does it mean for me to be a peaceful person. I tried to answer it earlier in the week. I think, like David said earlier, it is about remembering to respect the other. To see the image of the Divine in the other—even those we might not especially like.

But it is still more than that.

Earlier in the week I realized that it is about managing or controlling my anger. And that neither of those words is perfect. Maybe understanding my anger is closer. Understanding it so I don’t lash out inappropriately—usually at the ones I care the most about. Lying here, alone, I realize that I miss Simon and wish he were here.

I have a ring—my wedding ring—it is a copy of the ring Paul Revere gave to his second wife. We bought it at the MFA for $115 and I still love it. I love its simplicity. I love its elegant nature and I love its historicity. Inside it says “Live contented,” just as Revere engraved his ring to his wife. So maybe peace is contentment. Then I had it. It is the old translation of Shalom Rav from the Union Prayer Book One:

“Grant us peace Thy most precious gift, O Thou eternal source of peace. Bless our country, that it may be a stronghold of peace. May contentment reign within its borders, bonds of friendship throughout the world. Plant virtue in every soul and love for Thy name in every heart. Give us peace.”

This was my mother’s favorite prayer. It was her Confirmation speech. She read it every Rosh Hashanah at the dinner table and she read it at Sarah’s Bat Mitzvah.

There is a connection between contentment and peace. Joy and happiness are good—but they are the peaks. Laughing with friends is good. Contentment is the goal—more of a constant, more of a balance. Out of contentment comes peace and the ability to be secure. If I can be secure with myself, I do not live in fear. If I do not live in fear then I can be at peace.

It was a very good trip. I can sleep now and wake up ready to return to Chicago, ready to resume my normal routine, ready to work again for peace, ready to lead. Bring it on.

Elul 16: Bringing Peace One Swing of the Hammer at a time

Here are the remarks I made this morning at a Habitat for Humanity event in Billerica, Massachusetts. I also worked for about two hours clearing a new house site with Christians, Muslims, Jews. It is at the corner of Peace and Friendship. Everyone who spoke talked about the need to build up–from the foundation up–at a time when things are falling down. After we finished each finished our remarks we broke bread (pita, naan, matzah, tortillas and rice cakes), we sang or read blessings and graces for Judaism, Christianity, Islam, Buddhism and Hinduism. This was a powerful moment.

Habitat for Humanity is a powerful model. And while I was busy doing this, my daughter did something too. Behind the scenes she arranged for my old car in California to be donated to Habitat for Humanity in my honor. It seem so fitting. The car that brought me back and forth to New York. Her first car. Finding a new way to recycle and “ReStore.”

About six months ago I got a phone call from Dan Bush, the development director, for Habitat for Humanity of Greater Lowell. “What are you doing on 9/11?” he asked. “Working,” I was sure. Because it is so close to Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish New Year. Why? I wondered. “Because I would like it if you could come into Boston and talk about your experience with Habitat for Humanity. On 9/11 about 9/11”

I rarely say no to Habitat. Here’s why. On September 11th in 2001 I was in New York City. I was trying desperately to find the new campus of the Academy for Jewish Religion, tucked up on the fifth floor of the administration building of a Catholic College. I was lost in Yonkers. No, really. I was. I turned off the radio so I could concentrate. The last news story I heard was about an American drone being shot down over Iraq. Oh, no, I thought, here we go again. I called Simon for directions and could not get through. I cursed him and Sprint. When I finally found the College of Mount Saint Vincent…I was greeted by a hysterical classmate who was trying to find a television. She was worried about a bombing. I assumed in Israel. She said the World Trade Center. I said, and I quote, “Get a grip. That was 1993.” As it turned out she had a daughter in the World Trade Center and one in the Pentagon. She was lucky. Both were OK. As know now many more were not.

On a beautiful bright blue day, my class watched the smoke rise further down the river. After being told if we could make it to Connecticut we would be safe, somehow I managed to get gas in my car without a credit card server that worked and I made it to Connecticut where miraculously my cell phone started to work again. I say miraculously because in all those years I commuted to New York for school I dropped more calls in Connecticut than anywhere else. The first call I received was from Rabbi Larry Zimmerman. By now Dracut knew whom the pilot of Flight 11 was. John Oganowski. I knew him from Tufts. He was a farmer and helped Cambodian refugees grow food on this farm that otherwise was difficult to find in America. Dracut was already beginning the painful task of planning memorials. The next call was from a principal in Acton. She had a kindergarten student with a father on the plane. The next call was from a rabbi—who opted to close the synagogue for Hebrew School since the Wang Towers were also closing. It was a scary, long, confusion drive home. It was eerily silent. Most people were off the roads and holed up watching TV. Despite that bright blue sky, it seemed the world was collapsing. Do you remember?

Carol Gagne had the task of planning a service at Saints Memorial. I was doing my pastoral care class with her. The volunteer coordinator whose office was next door to Carol’s was Madeline Sweeney’s sister-in-law. Madeline was the flight attendant who heroically used her cell phone to alert the traffic control towers that they had been hijacked. We learned of others who were lost that day. One of my Girl Scouts lost an uncle. A good friend lost her mother. 2,997 people died that day. Do you remember?

I also remember this: The Rev. Imogene Stulken had had an idea that summer. What if the clergy of GLILA came together and showed Lowell how we could cooperate and build something lasting? What if we worked on a Habitat for Humanity build right here in Lowell? And so we signed up as a group. The day that was scheduled was September 12, 2001. I am not sure that any of us, maybe Imogene, knew what to expect when we got there. Some of the details are foggy. I think it must have been the project on Nichols Street. I know that Imogene, Simon, Steve Fisher, Gordon White, Larry Zimmerman were there. I can’t remember who else. I know that I helped dry wall a closet. I didn’t even know I could do that when I started.

And I know this. When we started building that morning it seemed like all the world was falling down, collapsing, smoking. If Jews and Christians could come together and build something, maybe the world was not so scary a place. Maybe we could even dare to hope for peace.

I have now worked on Habitat sites in North Carolina, Florida, Indiana, New Orleans (three times), and Illinois where I now live. Each of those times has been a special memory. Building with the Rev. Ginny McDaniel, The Rev. David Ferner, Betty and Rachel, Linda Gilmore, the members of my new congregation. I remember praying before working in North Carolina. I remember moving lots of sand to build a playground in hot, humid New Orleans. I remember signing the plywood in a house in the 9th Ward with a Jewish blessing while a jazz musician played. That musician would be the owner of the house. I remember working along side house owners in Elgin as they moved rocks and laid a subfloor in Elgin.

Sometimes I am asked how I can work with Habitat since it was founded as an explicitly Christian organization. In most places I have been, Habitat accommodates. Habitat has had builds on Sunday—so that Jews can participate and not violate our Sabbath on Saturday. Habitat’s own website states explicitly that it has an open-door policy: “All who desire to be a part of this work are welcome, regardless of religious preference or background. We have a policy of building with people in need regardless of race or religion. We welcome volunteers and supporters from all backgrounds.”

Nonetheless, they see their work as being centered in Christianity in three important ways:

  • It is a way of putting faith into action, following the teachings of Jesus, showing love and care for one another and not just words. By bringing, as the website says, diverse groups of people together to make affordable housing and better communities a reality for everyone.
  • By following the economics of Jesus. When acting in response to human need, giving without seeking profit, Habitat believes G-d magnifies the effects of the efforts. Together the donated labor of construction workers and volunteers like us with the sweat equity of the Habitat’s partner families, Habitat has been able to make decent, affordable, safe housing for 800,000 families worldwide.
  • Millard Fuller described his “theology of the hammer”. “We may disagree on all sorts of other things, but we can agree on the idea of building homes with G-d’s people in need and in doing so using biblical economics: no profit and no interest.”
  • I know this—that biblical economics Fuller describes is the Bible we share in common. The Bible was explicit about how to reach economic justice. In the reading for Yom Kippur from the prophet Isaiah we are taught:

Is such the fast I desire,
A day to starve your bodies?
Is it bowing the head like a bulrush
And lying in sackcloth and ashes?
Do you call that a fast,
A day when the Lord is favorable?
No, this is the fast I desire:
To unlock the fetters of wickedness,
And untie the cords of the yoke
To let the oppressed go free;
To break off every yoke.
It is to share your bread with the hungry,
And to take the wretched poor into your home;
When you see the naked, to clothe him,
And not to ignore your own kin.

I know this: this is what Judaism, my own faith tradition demands as well. In Scripture we hold in common, we are taught, “Justice, Justice shall you pursue.” (Deut 16). We are taught that justice means to welcome the stranger because we were strangers in the land of Egypt. We are taught that Abraham even interrupted his prayer to welcome the three guests to his tent, into his home. We are taught that if the officers speak to the people and say, “Who has built a new house and not dedicated it, let him go and return to his house, lest he die in battle and another dedicate it.” (Deut 20:5)

I know this: We are taught to not hold the wages of a laborer overnight. We are taught to leave the corners of our field for the stranger, the widow, the orphan, the most marginalized among us. We are taught that there is a shmita year, a year of release. The shmita year we let the land lay fallow and we forgive debts. It is another form of economic justice. That shmita year begins in two weeks, with Rosh Hashanah.

I know this: We are taught by a non-Jewish prophet, hired to curse the Israelites, “How goodly are your tents O Jacob, your dwelling places O Israel.” We are taught, “How good and how pleasant it is for people to dwell together.” We are taught “Seek Peace and Pursue it.” So justice and peace we need to pursue, actively run after, chase after with dogged determinism.

I know this: by being at a Habitat for Humanity build with my colleagues from GLILA on 9/12, building while the world seemed to be collapsing, it was the single most powerful moment of my life. Abraham Joshua Heschel said that when he marched with Martin Luther King in Selma his feet were praying. That day, and every day since when I have built with Habitat, I feel my hands are praying with every swing of the hammer.

I know this: by being here today, as we were on 9/11 13 years ago, we are doing precisely this. We are building peace—one swing of the hammer, one Habitat for Humanity home at a time.

And I know this: the world is a scary place again—or maybe still. Habitat for Humanity’s vision is “a world where everyone has a decent place to live. Our mission is to put God’s love into action by bringing people together to build homes, communities and hope.” That sense of hope is what this world needs right now, today. This is what we are building.

Elul 15: Taking the song further

Today’s guest, the Rev. Dr. David Ferner picks up where Dona Beavers left off. He explores what it means to be peaceful as individuals. David’s own deep questioning is part of what lead me to rabbinical school.

“…and let it begin with me”

I can’t count the number of times in my life I’ve sung that song and each time my focus has been “Let there be peace on earth.” I’ve longed for peace on the macro level – in the world, in the halls of Congress, in the neighborhood. Though the song’s words point to a most significant locus of peace, I’ve only recently begun to examine my own contribution to my unrest and in a small, but important way, the illusiveness of peace in wider circles.

Perhaps others have had this insight for a long time, but only recently has it occurred to me that there is a mysterious link between my unrest and the world’s travail. Just today, as I saw the campaign sign for a state senator in a neighboring district, I heard myself calling him an idiot. His stands on numerous issues during the last session were opposite mine and, had they been different (more like mine), could have led to abolishing the death penalty in the state, made Medicaid funding available to more people, and greatly increased the resources available to those with mental health issues. But this isn’t about him, it’s about me. It’s about how easily my criticism devolves from a description of action to an attack on character. It’s about how, when faced with opposing views and actions I understand to be less than helpful to others, I make an enemy of the other.

With the starting point in Genesis 1, we are all created in God’s image. I never take that literally, but rather believe it means we are created with the potential of manifesting God’s character, creativity, and compassion. All the adjectives surrounding the Holy One that we learned in our religious education might also surround us because we’ve been created to glorify the Creator. When I make an enemy of an adversary I’m failing to commend the One who created me. When I disrespect the other, I dehumanize that one and myself, as well.

The peace that I desire demands that I respect my adversary and myself enough to treat each of us as children of the Holy One. That means I can differ from the other, but I can’t belittle. I can use descriptive language explaining differences, but never pejorative terms demeaning character. It also helps me to remember that, quite often, what I find most troubling about another has much to do with something within myself – most often something I don’t want to recognize or reconcile.

If I’m to be at peace, I need to treat others and myself more peacefully, more respectfully, and more compassionately. That’s how the Creator would want the created to treat each other. Peace, on both a macro and micro level is so illusive because peoples and nations dehumanize and disrespect in the same fashion as you and me.   We may not believe that we can do much about ‘peace on earth’, but we can ‘let peace begin with me, let this be the moment, now’.   I’m finding my prayer begs for my own interior transformation. I pray that I will see others as the Holy One sees them and my behavior toward them reflects that vision. I pray that such a practice, such behavior, brings me God’s peace so that same peace might be reflected through me to a world that finds such peace so illusive.

The Rev. Dr. David Ferner, Episcopal priest retired from parish ministry

Elul 14: Peace, Let It Begin With Me

Our next guest is Dona Beavers, an Episcopalian whose daughter converted to Judaism when she married. Dona wanted to learn as much as possible about Judaism so she could be supportive of her daughter and her grandchildren. She is a social worker by training and a photographer by avocation. She is well read and asks great questions. She has been in a Bible discussion group with me for so long I forget when we started. First we did Genesis, then Exodus, then some of the Prophets. Because of the books we read and because members are a certain age we refer to it as GenEx. She was the founder of the GLILA Interfaith Book Discussion Group that met at my home in Massachusetts. For her courage she bears the Hebrew name Devora. 

Here are her reflections on peace. Note that her sense parallels Rabbi Allen’s. Let peace begin with me:

I knew that I wanted to write again for Margaret, having been one of her writers on “forgiveness”.

I began to think about “peace” and my first search was the Oxford English Dictionary and Wikipedia.  The dictionary gave me two definitions.

1. freedom from disturbance, noise, or anxiety.  2.  freedom from war, or the ending of war.

I am most familiar with the second definition.  My father was in the Army and fought in WW II.  So were my three uncles.  And I had one cousin who joined the Navy!

I grew up an Army Brat, and lived on Army posts, and met and married a graduate of the Military Academy at West Point.  I became an Army wife, and then an Army mother.  One of my sons followed in my husband’s foot steps, also graduating from West Point.  I became an Army grandmother and three of my grandchildren served in Iraq.  Members of my family have served in WW II (Africa, Sicily, and Italy), Vietnam, Korea, Iraq, and Afghanistan.  My father was wounded in Italy and two of my grandchildren were wounded in Iraq.

I have prayed for peace nearly all my life–for freedom from war and the ending of war.  The more I thought about writing I kept remembering a song I have always loved.  It sums up my feelings about peace.

“Let There Be Peace On Earth”

Let there be peace on earth
And let it begin with me.
Let there be peace on earth
The peace that was meant to be,

With God as our father
Brothers all are we,
Let me walk with my brother
In perfect harmony.

 

Elul 13: Living in Boston, Concerned about Gaza and Israel

Yesterday we spoke about the need to be active, not just pray passively. Maybe by coming together to sing we are actually making peace with our music. Today’s author, Rabbi Katy Allen, also wanted to bring people together. She did exactly that. She is a bridge builder and a peacemaker.

After the violence began between Gaza and Israel, I felt such pain about the situation, and I didn’t know what to do with those feelings. I was upset about many aspects and impacts of the conflict, and I was immobilized.

Then one day something shifted in me, and I suddenly found the strength I had been lacking. I began to realize that there is one thing we all share, and that is our intense grief – grief for those who have been killed, grief at the shattering of any hope that might have been building, despair that the future will ever brighten, and so much more. And it occurred to me that our grief could bring us together. I have led grief workshops in other contexts – facilitating and holding the expression of intense emotions in others are skills that I have. I realized that this was a way that I could do something, here was a way I could make a difference in peoples lives.

I reached out to my Muslim friend Chaplain Shareda Hosein, whom I know and respect from the chaplaincy world. When we spoke, she told me that when she read my email, she felt as though an aching prayer in her heart had been answered.

Shareda and I worked hard to design an environment for deep listening, which we wanted at the core of the program. The two of us clicked – the process was simple, for the planning simply flowed forth without hindrance. We contacted Open Spirit Center– A Place of Hope, Health, and Harmony, in Framingham, where both Shareda and I had previously lead workshops, and they eagerly agreed to host the event.

Once Shareda and I knew what we wanted to do, we asked other faith leaders to help us facilitate the gathering, six in total, knowing that it would be too powerful for just the two of us to hold, and wanting to include our Christian friends.

When the evening arrived, we had no idea how many people to expect, but at least there would be the six of us – Rev. Debbie Clark of Edwards Church and Open Spirit Center, Rev. Fred Moser of Church of the Holy Spirit in Wayland, Nabeel Kudairi of the Islamic Council of New England, Rabbi Matia Angelou, chaplain at Newton-Wellesley Hospital and Care Dimensions Hospice, Chaplain Shareda Hosein of the Islamic Society of Boston Cultural Center and the Association of Muslim Chaplains, and myself, chaplain at Brigham and Women’s Hospital and rabbi of Ma’yan Tikvah – A Wellspring of Hope.

When the evening came, people started arriving early. One woman told me that she wanted to get a parking space, and she feared the parking lot would fill up! Slowly people trickled in, in ones and twos and threes. Before long, the parking lot did fill, and we kept adding chairs to our circle.

Debbie welcomed everyone to Open Spirit, and we stated that we were not gathering to solve anything or to blame anyone, but to share what was on our hearts and to hear what was on the hearts of others. We acknowledged that what we had gathered to do was difficult, and that we needed both to be gentle on ourselves and also to hold ourselves to the ground rules we agreed upon.

We began by using ritual to create a sense of safe and sacred space. In the center of our circle we placed a large glass bowl of water. Shareda spoke about the importance of water in Muslim tradition for ritual cleansing, and then about gratitude. Matia gave each person a beach rock to hold, inviting them to squeeze it tightly if they found themselves triggered by something someone said. Fred spoke about deep listening from the perspective of Christian tradition.

Nabeel invited people to pair off and to practice deep listening by introducing themselves to their neighbor and then sharing about something for which they felt grateful. The previously quiet room was suddenly abuzz with voices as people got to know each other. We then took the time to allow each person to introduce his or her partner and to tell what they felt grateful for. A number of people mentioned their gratitude for being present in this gathering. We went around the circle in order, and by the time each person had spoken, the space inside our circle was being framed and held by gratitude. The sense of the sacred was imminent.

We turned then to grief. I spoke about the mosaic of grief: our grief in response to a personal loss is made up of many aspects and many emotions; it is not a single feeling, but a multitude of responses to our days, our environment, and our situation. When we are dealing with communal tragedy, it takes all of us together, with all of our myriad emotions, to create the mosaic of our grief.

We gave people sheets of colored paper and Debbie asked them to write down their feelings and place their papers on the floor. Gradually the floor became covered by paper “tiles” as we literally created the mosaic of our grief. As people finished, we spread out the papers and invited everyone to walk around and read all the comments.

Once we had returned to our seats, then, and only then, did we invite people to speak their grief. The circle of 39 people held all of our intense emotions. It was strong enough and solid enough to do so.

When we had finished speaking, we held our shared emotions in silence.

I spoke about post-trauma growth, and the fact that researchers have found that after a trauma, most people eventually work through it and grow. Our losses can, and do, transform us. We affirmed our dark emotions with a reading from Healing Through the Dark Emotions, by Miriam Greenspan.

We then shifted directions and invited people to speak about hope and faith and trust. Quickly, the positive connections began to flow and to fill the circle, entering into the spaces in the mosaic between the paper tiles of grief and fear and despair.

We took time for prayers from our heart, prayers for peace, prayers for the people of Israel and Gaza, prayers of hope and healing and faith.

The last words from one of the participants were – “We may have come in fear, but we needn’t have. This worked. For me, it worked.”

We stood and stretched, with our arms and hands taking blessing into our circle and ourselves, letting it go outward in to the universe. And we concluded with Matia leading us in song, “Peace Will Come,” by Tom Paxton, which ends with the words “Peace will come, and let it begin with me.”

You and I, we cannot change the situation in Israel and Gaza. We can support those with whom we identify with our words and with our dollars, we can go there, we can support those we know who live there, but we cannot create peace there in the Middle East. We can, however, create a little bit of peace here, if and when we are ready to begin with ourselves.

Gathering in Grief for Hope and Healing: Israel / Gaza 2014 Conflict was not an ending, it was a beginning. We hope to build a cadre of facilitators willing and able to bring this program to other communities. We plan to develop follow up programs, to carry forth with the effort to connect with those with whom we may not agree by touching our emotions, and by building faith, and trust, and hope. We hope you will join us.

For more information, or to plan an event in your community, contact Rabbi Katy Allen at rabbi @ mayantikvah.org or Chaplain Shareda Hosein at shareda @ comcast.net.

Rabbi Katy Z. Allen is the founder and leader of Ma’yan Tikvah – A Wellspring of Hope in Wayland, MA, and a staff chaplain at the Brigham and Women’s Hospital in Boston. She is the co-convener of the Jewish Climate Action Network and the co-creator of Gathering in Grief: The Israel / Gaza 2014 Conflict.

Elul 12: Peace Is A Verb

As we move back into the work week, the echoes of the music Friday night still linger. I learned a new Oseh Shalom, thanks to the band, Soul Zimra that graced Congregation Kneseth Israel with their presence. They introduced us–me included to a new Oseh Shalom by Nava Tehila. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Sc5tASLM1o

As they explained to us, this is an active Oseh Shalom. Too often when we sing about peace, when we pray about peace, it is somber, passive. Yet we are told to “seek peace and pursue it.”

Rabbi/Cantor Anne Heath explored something similar at her congregation in Tauton, MA recently. She introduced them to The Jewish/Arab Song for Peace. You can listen to it here. http://jewishtaunton.wordpress.com/2014/09/06/the-jewish-arab-peace-song/ The melody is haunting and the lyrics are joyful and hopeful all at the same time. But for me, watching the faces of the musicians coming together actively to sing for peace is amazing. We need more of this.

Often there is a tension between spirituality and activism. In fact, you need both. For me, my activism is my spirituality. And yet, sometimes I need to sit back and recharge my batteries. Parker Palmer, a well-known Quaker writer in his book, the Active Life, a book that explores spirituality for the busy, sometimes frenetic lives many of us lead. He uses stories to explain that the spiritual life does not mean we need to abandon the world but engage more deeply with it. It was a gift that my spiritual director gave me for ordination. I have read it several times and suspect I need to reread it. It weaves stories from Buddhist, Jewish and Christian traditions. I admit to not fully understanding the Buddhist story, being surprised by the Jewish one and finding his understanding of the crucifixion and resurrection as a communal event instead of a personal event powerful and challenging.

One person who works on the front lines of peacemaking is Gretchen Vapner, the executive director of the Community Crisis Center.  She writes for this project:

“You have described peaceful moments—those times when the quiet or the music or the scenery transports us to a peaceful place. But, to me Peace is non-violent conflict resolution; it is productivity, compassion, and creativity. It should be a verb.

Peace is the end-product and the means. It is the goal and the way of getting there. It is something to be sought which takes constant attention and work. It is discovering something important to do –important not just for you and yours but for them and theirs. It is working to see the ‘whole picture’; what will it mean to you if I get my way? It is choosing my actions based on very broad concepts of equality, knowledge and responsibility. Peace comes with identifying and then solving a problem; collecting all of your skills, resources, and understanding to address a challenge. Peace is not crossing the finish line…being satisfied. It is having the race to run and keeping the finish line in mind.

When I am sitting at the water’s edge at our Lake-Place I experience a peaceful moment or two feeling as if all is right with the world. When I am working to clean up the shoreline or help my grandchildren learn to swim I am all about peace–taking action towards a better world.”

Gretchen Vapner is the Executive Director of the Community Crisis Center in Elgin, IL. She works on making peace every single day as she helps families and the community at large cope with the issues surrounding domestic violence. The Community Crisis Center provides a crisis hotline, resources on domestic violence, sexual assault, children’s resources, shelter, emergency food and utility help, counseling, community education and professional training. I am privileged to work with Gretchen and a number of people on her staff.