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on rethinking home and hope


I've written here before about the work of Paul and Judy Ridgway who are working in and among orphanages in Bulgaria. Jen and I have gone over there 3 times in the last two years and every time I struggle to put words to the experience. We're not alone in this task, others have gone with us, and one of the teenagers leaves Monday to spend a month helping take shoes to the orphanages and work alongside the Ridgways. (prayers welcome for you praying folk reading this--I know he'd appreciate it).

I'm not expert on the socio-political structure of Bulgaria, and the last thing anybody needs is some well-intentioned Westerner saying "Now here's your problem..." I have learned some things when we've been over there, however, that I'd like to share here, and hope that maybe they are challenging and helpful to you as they have been to me.

Bulgaria is an Eastern European country that up until the fall of communism was functionally under Soviet control. There are civic buildings in remote mountain cities that depict the faces of Bulgarian leaders and solider on one building and mirror-images of Lenin and Kruschev on the other. Soviet statues and monuments litter the countryside, as grass begins to cover a very dark time in Bulgaria's history. 

The visage of Soviet politics still lies under the creeping democracy, though it is more routinely experienced in the iron fist of the new regime--organized crime and political corruption. After being a member of the EU for only two years, Bulgaria has had it's EU funded projects frozen until it combats what the EU has labeled as "widespread politcal corruption on the national and local levels."

But there's more than just the daunting task of a country emerging from underneath an oppresive regime--there is the distinct impression that things ought to be cosmopolitan--European, as much as MTV can be European, but nonetheless trendy, affluent and successful. There is the fear that the best and brightest students will leave the country and go elsewhere to make more money. 

Beneath all these tensions lies the most pervasive problem in any culture--conflicting people groups. While many Bulgarians can rightly claim a distinctly Eastern European heritage, the country is dotted with pocket communities of Roma, or, as they are more normally known, Gypsies.

When I was growing up, Gypsies were portrayed in television and film as deceitful hucksters and theieves, seeking only to scam you of precious money or goods. Maybe I shouldn't have been suprised when we returned when one (traditionally open-minded) senior adult said "Did you leave with your watch?" I was shocked, outraged--I wanted to yell at him and tell him that was not the people I had met--the people I had met had been ghettoized--the "home" they had was not really "home". They were a displaced people, in a sense.

It turns out the administration under Communism didn't know what to do with the Gypsies spread across Eastern Europe. A "Trail of Tears" forced exodus was too complex, and a further holocaust would draw too much attention. The solution was to leave them where they were--to build shanty towns buildings with no running water or electricity. If this sounds like the rural South during Reconstruction you're starting to get the right idea.

If you're thinking what I was thinking when I first heard this, you might say "Well, at least they have a place--that's not so bad." The problem is the stereotype of the Gypsy people--a meandering, nomadic community--well, there's some real truth to that.

To the Roma people the community is the home, for good or ill. Home is not permanent, nor was it ever intended to be. 

This is not ideal, in many ways, as there are, in any community, a number of nefarious folks who will exploit the system and take advantage. In some places, these patterns have become routine--brothers selling sisters into prostitution. This, in and of itself is tragic, but, as is often the case even in rural America, poverty can be a terminal disease--people only act out of what they know or have been reared in.

And so now there are Gypsy villages all across Bulgaria, very few with schools or basic hygiene. There is even a large community in downtown Sofia, the burgeoning capitol so eager to enter the 21st century. 

I can't pretend to know all the issues involved in working in and among the Roma, but thankfully there are many there who do. One of our translators posted the video above on Facebook. It's a short film at only 13 minutes or so, but it draws attention to the many issues in working among the Gypsy population in Bulgaria. It also shows the power of the indigenous local church to work to bring the kingdom of God and shine light in places traditionally characterized by darkness. I share it here and invite you to learn along with me--that we might pray and talk and struggle and question what it means to be the presence of Christ everywhere.

I think the tendency for any of us is to think that this kind of thing is simply out our hands--that there's nothing we can do. Martin Luther King Jr. famously said "Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere." Teodor (the pastor in the video) says something similar, but he brings Jesus into the equation.

I have to admit, I don't know the answer here, but I think I can more fairly ask "What do I do?" after I've opened my self up to learning more about it.

So if anybody out there is game to watch and listen, talk and struggle, here's a chance-

what can we do?

how can we help?

(now taking suggestions....)

 

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Posted March 3, 2009
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on dinner parties and guest lists (or "guess who's coming to dinner?")

   
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Thanks to the wonders of NPR's This I Believe series my commute to pick Jen up from work was spent hanging on every word from Jim Haynes Paris-by-way-of-Louisiana mouth.


 If you have time, you should read the whole story, but I'll give a quick-read. Jim is an ex-pat who has, for the last thirty years, dared to feed anyone who so chose to join him for dinner. Conservative estimates place his total dinner guests at over 100,000 people. He says simply, yet profoundly:

"People from all corners of the world come to break bread together, to meet, to talk, connect and often become friends. All ages, nationalities, races, professions gather here, and since there is no organized seating, the opportunity for mingling couldn't be better. I love the randomness. I believe in introducing people to people."

My first thought was how bad I wish Jen and I could grab a ticket to Paris, just to see the variety and complexity--to count ourselves as part of a great tradition of cultivating love for neighbor. I know--there's nothing about love in the quote above--he gets to that a bit later.

"Tolerance can lead to respect and, finally, to love."

The image of the open table is so captivating--so inviting--it makes me covet a spot at that table, with the full intention of knowing no-one, but being absolutely certain that would not be the case when the meal was over.

Jesus sat around a lot of tables, and while Jim Haynes isn't Jesus, he's hit upon an image of the Gospel that  the church and time forgot. The power of an open table--with no requirement of dress or class--merely the invitation to "come and dine."

When we took our second trip to Bulgaria last summer we were filling in for a team that had to cancel at the last minute. We threw back-to-school parties in orphanages, complete with pizza, junk food, soft drinks--all the stuff that causes obesity and tooth decay here, but is a rare treat there. We knew we needed to tell a bible story, but we couldn't decide. We eventually went with Jesus' story of the Great banquet in Luke's gospel. There's all sorts of hermeneutical layers to it, but it couldn't have been more simple.

The kids colored their die-cut construction paper selves, then, one-by-one, ran and glued them to a poster of an open table, with plenty of food and only Jesus and all the other dinner guests who had decided to sit at the table(see picture 2). You had to fight back tears as young and old, autistic and mentally ill, staff and residents, missionaries and suburbanites visioned themselves seated at God's great banquet. All had their fill, and each one enjoyed the company of the other.

I want to rediscover the art of the long meal.

I want the gospel to be as wide and ranging as an open invitation to Sunday dinner.

I want to sit at the table with anyone else who would join me.

I want every swallow of drink, every morsel savored to be a reminder of the communion God gave us in Christ and with one another.

I want every laugh uttered, every smile exchanged, every story told to breathe the silent blessing of God's abundant goodness.

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Posted January 13, 2009
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the catholicity of christmas (atlanta, bulgaria, and the ends of the earth)

We had spent the morning throwing a back-to-school party at a preschool orphanage in the Northern city of Pleven, the seventh largest city in Bulgaria. There was a little down time in the afternoon, so the missionaries we were with took us to the Pleven "Epopee" or "Panorama " as it is more commonly known. The Panorama celebrates the victory of the joint forces of Bulgaria and Russia over the Ottoman Empire. It was the first large-scale defeat of the Turks, and the turning point in the liberation of Bulgaria from Turkish rule. It was a fascinating installation--a gigantic mixed-media mural with bodies and wagon wheels, half-real, half-painted on the wall to give depth of field and perspective. It was truly impressive, except for the fact that it reminded me so much of the Atlanta Cyclorama, a little-known installation beside Zoo Atlanta. Between school field trips and Scout trips, I've probably been to the Cyclorama at least five times. What struck me about the Pleven Panorama is how similar it was to what I grew up seeing in Atlanta--a large mural depicting men in various states of warfare and agony, wagons broken and abandoned, buildings burned, smoke rising through the painted air. (Look for yourself and tell me you don't see some similarities!)

       
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There are, of course, many differences. The architecture of the building is quite different--one looks Romanesque, the other like Boba-Fett's helmet. Perhaps more importantly, the Bulgarian-Turkish battle was over the independence of a nation, the American Civil war was a conflict over states rights, specifically the shameful blight of slavery on the American historic landscape.  Weapons and uniforms differed, but not by much. I stood there in that panorama awestruck--not because I hadn't seen such a display before, but precisely because I had. It was like stepping into some parallel universe, wondering if somewhere on the streets of Pleven there was a large hairy doppelganger of myself. (Maybe he was serving a modest church in the Pleven suburbs).

My panoramic epiphany shouldn't have been so shocking. There are certain things that transcend all cultures. Things like war, politics, good people fighting for something with nothing defeating the bad guys who have everything--these things are universal. In church-y speak there's another word for these kinds of things. We say it's "catholic". This word appears at the end of the Apostles Creed and for one who is tempted to interpret it as meaning "Roman Catholic" there is much confusion when heard in, say a Presbyterian or Methodist church. Merriam-Webster says the word comes from the Greek word katholikos--a compound of the preposition kata ("by") and holos ("whole"). Literally, it means "by whole", as if to suggest something was agreed upon by everybody

It seems strange to think anything could be agreed upon by everybody--that anything could be "catholic" as such. Maybe that's why during Christmas we are surprised to hear that people all over the world are preparing as we are for the Savior to come. We don't all portray this exactly the same way. Peruvian creches feature a clay-red infant, while carved ebony from Cameroon shows a Savior dark as night. However we see him, we see the love that surrounds him, the angels that laud him, the shepherds who adore, the magi who pay tribute. We see in the Christ Child how the hopes and fears of all the years are met in thee tonight.

Last year I made a video using images from the University of Dayton's Global Nativity Collection. We played it as the choir sang the old song "Some Children See Him." It's not perfect, but I think it's true to the catholic spirit of Christmas--the one that captivates us all--the one that dares to believe that in the clamor and chaos of all the world, 
love has come, 
will come, 
is coming
anew.

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Posted December 23, 2008
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