Saturday, November 14, 2009

And Now For Something Completely Different

No, not Monty Python, but poetry.A  friend recently posted a poem written in Arabic, and I took it as a learning experience to translate it into English. I knew it would be a lot of fun because the poem was very soulful.

يا لبنان تأخرنا، خلي جدودك تنطرنا... لح نرجع من بعد غياب، نسهر تحت أناطرنا... أجمل عطر بكل الكون، ريحة خير بيادرنا...لسطيحاتك مشتاقين، لدبكي وسلال التين, فيك منبئا ربحانين، لو كل الكون خسرنا...يا لبنان شبعنا غياب حقك إنو تعاتبنا, وحياتك يا أغلى تراب، لح نرجع مهما غبنا


Oh Lebanon, We've tarried too long! Don't let the forefathers give up on us... We're coming back soon to sleep under the vaulted ceilings of our homes. The most beautiful perfume ever, is the smell of our fresh mountain streams.

I miss the back yard, the Debki dance, and baskets of figs. You're a birthplace worth something even if we lose the whole world. Oh Lebanon, we're sick of being away, you're right to reprimand us. I swear on your noble soil that I'm coming back some day!

This is a good spot to talk about translation. The Arabic is beautiful, and this English rendering still carries some of that soulful expression. The above translation is not literally what Claud said. Literal translations are an exact, word-for-word rendering of the original. They are often not the best way to convey what the speaker or writer meant, because some ideas really don't translate well literally. Here's a more literal translation of what Claud said:

Oh Lebanon, we are tardy! Let your grandfathers protect us... We're not back from our absence yet, to spend the nights under the vaulted arches of our traditional homes. The most beautiful perfume in all the universe, is the fragrance of our fresh streams.

I miss the back yard, the Debki and fig baskets. You are a victorious birthplace, if all the universe is lost. Oh Lebanon we are sick of the absence, of your truth which reprimands us, and on the life of your noble soil, its imperative that we will return at our time.


That's actually a starting translation I made to get a feel for what he was trying to say. It just doesn't ring when translated literally, does it?

Lebanon lends herself to poetry because of her sheer beauty, elegance, and majesty.

Let grain abound throughout the land;
on the tops of the hills may it sway.
Let its fruit flourish like Lebanon;
let it thrive like the grass of the field.

May his name endure forever;
may it continue as long as the sun.
All nations will be blessed through him,
and they will call him blessed.

Praise be to the LORD God, the God of Israel,
who alone does marvelous deeds.
Praise be to his glorious name forever;
may the whole earth be filled with his glory.
Amen and Amen.

Inspired by my friend, I wrote my own poem for Lebanon. My Arabic won't be so eloquent as his. I'm writing the the Modern Standard Arabic, so it will sound a bit antiquated and formal to the Arab ear. I've included an English translation below it.


,يا لبنان, عيوني لن شفت مجد جبالك
.وانفي لن شم عطر الارز
لماذا يتاق قلبي اليك؟

,يا لبنان, اقدامي ان رقصت الدبكى
.واذاني لن سمعت موسيق قرياتك
اذا كيف احلم عنك؟

!بتسحرني مع جمالك يا لبنان

Oh Lebanon, my eyes have never seen the majesty of your mountains, and my nose has never smelled the fragrance of your cedars.
Why then, does my heart yearn for you?

Oh Lebanon, my feet have never danced the Debki, and my ears have never heard the music of your villages.
How then do I dream of you?

You bewitch me with your beauty, oh Lebanon!

Thursday, November 5, 2009

We done hatin' yet?

But I tell you who hear me: Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you, bless those who curse you, pray for those who mistreat you.
These words of Jesus challenge us even in the easiest times, but they are especially tough when we have a real enemy who hates us and is trying to kill us. Yet, this is the very time that we need to cling to these words of Jesus instead of forgetting them or pushing them aside.

Do you remember where you were on 9/11? I do. I was getting an electric motor rebuilt at a shop in town. In the office they were watching coverage of that bizarre plane crash into one of the World Trade Center towers. All of us were wondering how such an accident could happen. As we watched, the second plane crashed. That was when it hit us, this was no accident. Immediately we realized that some terrible enemy had done this, and instinctively we knew they were Muslim.

For there is no authority except that which God has established. The authorities that exist have been established by God.

Our government reacted swiftly and decisively in Afghanistan to pursue the attackers. They forced them into caves and hunted them down. A second war was started in Iraq just on the suspicion that some of them might be there. Was this just and right? We may never really know, but our government did what governments do at such times -they attacked our enemies.

But if you do wrong, be afraid, for he does not bear the sword for nothing. He is God’s servant, an agent of wrath to bring punishment on the wrongdoer
The scriptures tell us that God has established the authority of government and placed a sword in the hand of the ruler. This is what governments do. It doesn't need to be dressed up as compassion or Crusade -it is the brute force of a sword. We should not expect anything else from our government other than that which God has established. Our government has done it's job, pouring 800 billion dollars and the lives of almost 5,000 service members into the pursuit of our enemies.

What was the reaction of the Church to this? I can tell you the reaction of my own Southern Baptist convention:

"Military action against the Iraqi government would be a defensive action. ... The human cost of not taking [then-Iraqi dictator Saddam] Hussein out and removing his government as a producer, proliferator and proponent of the use of weapons of mass destruction means we can either pay now or we can pay a lot more later," said Richard Land, head of the Southern Baptist Convention's ethics agency, in a Sept. 2002 article published by the denomination's news service.
Land also rounded up signatures from fellow conservatives on an open letter stating that the Iraq invasion would be a "just war" based on traditional Christian theological criteria. In the midst of all this warmongering, I wonder if Land paused to consider that the Church had a role other than cheerleader of the sword.

Do not repay anyone evil for evil. Be careful to do what is right in the eyes of everybody. If it is possible, as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone. Do not take revenge, my friends, but leave room for God’s wrath, for it is written: “It is mine to avenge; I will repay,” says the Lord.
Could it be that G0d has not placed a sword in the hand of the Church, as he has the government? Are we perhaps armed rather with an Olive Branch? Going into a war against our enemies allows us to place our faith in technology -tanks, jet fighters, body armor. Going to our enemies in peace, armed with good will requires faith in God. Which glorifies him?

On the contrary: “If your enemy is hungry, feed him; if he is thirsty, give him something to drink. In doing this, you will heap burning coals on his head.” Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.
Our orders seem pretty clear here. How well have we followed them? Sadly, our government has not only done their job better than we've done ours -the government has done our job better than we've done it. USAID has poured almost 7 billion dollars into aid to Iraq. The aid and effort of Churches is so vague that no reliable numbers even exist. The SBC boasted of plans to send 25,000 evangelists to Iraq, but a desperate plea for 150 was never met.

Yet an even larger question looms: Can we effectively spread the Gospel in Iraq? I'm always amused when Christians describe how Islam was spread by the sword. Have you paused to consider how the Church has spread the Gospel in the last few centuries?

The Spanish "Christianized" the New World by sending missionaries behind their armies. Broken and enslaved indigenous people were taught about the White Man's god. They gave that god their reluctant allegiance, and even today the Churches of Latin America are plagued with syncretic worship that includes pagan beliefs like those of the Maya. The British brought Christianity to China at the point of a gun, along with opium. It has taken over 100 years for the name of Jesus to be looked on with anything other than disgust by most Chinese. Now missionaries follow American guns to Iraq and Afghanistan. Maybe it's a good thing that only a few of them are there.


If you love those who love you, what credit is that to you? Even ‘sinners’ love those who love them. And if you do good to those who are good to you, what credit is that to you? Even ‘sinners’ do that.
These days it's easy to hate and distrust Arabs. Just today, a Muslim officer in the US Army killed 12 soldiers in an attack at Ft. Hood, Texas. The shooter's name was Major Malik Nadal Hasan. It's an Arab name. Mohamed Atta led the 9/11 attacks along with other men with Arab names like Marwan al-Shehhi, Said Bahaji, Mounir el Motassadeq, and Ziad Jarrah. Since Yassir Arafat brought Islamist terror to the forefront thirty years ago, Arab names have been associated with violence and fear against the US. It seems like just when Americans might be ready to quit hating and mistrusting Arabs, another name like that comes along with some story of terror and death.

I have friends with Arab names . All of them are very nice, warm, hospitable people who have no concept of harming anyone. Yet, events like those of this afternoon bring suspicion on them nonetheless. It is broken human nature, and it's unrealistic of us to pretend otherwise.

The question is, are we as the Church willing to move out from behind the gun? Are we willing to love those whom we would rather fear and distrust?

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Where Does Your Heart Belong?

C.S. Lewis, "The Weight of Glory"
"...If we consider...the staggering nature of the rewards promised in the Gospels, it would seem that our Lord finds our desires, not too strong, but too weak. We are half-hearted creatures...like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased."


I came to the realization not long ago that I have been settling for second best in my life for far too long. The past few years have been good ones, to be sure. I've Pastored a couple of Churches and a recovery ministry. It's been a great privilege to serve on the boards of CMJC and CWJC. Farming has allowed me to home school my children. It would be easy to be satisfied with that. Yet, as C. S. Lewis so eloquently realized, the staggering nature of the rewards promised in the Gospels far exceed my comfortable life. I have been too easily pleased.

God has a greater plan for my life, and for my family. We've spent so long living in a world of our own making, maintained by our own capability, that we've lost sight of the abundant life promised by God.

The potter has crafted each of us for a great purpose. It would be very sad if I died without ever achieving the one great thing for which God created me. I don't want to waste another day doing anything else.

John 4:35
I tell you, open your eyes and look at the fields! They are ripe for harvest. Even now the reaper draws his wages, even now he harvests the crop for eternal life, so that the sower and the reaper may be glad together.

The teaching is clear. Now is the time. We often spend so much time planning and preparing that we miss the work of the Holy Spirit. We end up going under our own power because we show up too late. We show up after the harvest is finished and the grain has fallen from the stalks. No great plan or purpose of ours can make up for the lack of missing God's work. Now is the time.

Revelation 21:1
Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth, for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away

All the things I've built -my house, my barns, will crumble. My tractor will rust and fall apart. Even the very land on which they rest will someday be gone. The Pharaohs and Caesars built impressive monuments, but they too will pass. We build legacies in the hope that we will be remembered, but we build them in the wrong world. The old earth will be destroyed, and a new earth created. Nothing is eternal in this physical world.

The only thing that will ever matter is what we do for the kingdom of God. That is the only eternal thing -the lives of other people that we touch.

Matthew 6:19
“Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also."

David Livingstone was a famous missionary and explorer who dedicated his life to finding innovative ways to share the Gospel in Africa. He spent his life exploring that Continent and sharing the message of Christ in villages in the remote regions unreached by other missionaries. He had a genuine love for Africa and her people, and a passion to see them won for Christ. It was a difficult life -his wife turned to alcoholism and later died of malaria. He made many mistakes and poor choices, not the least of which was failure to be a father to his own children.

Many considered his journeys a failure, because he himself won only one known convert during all his years of preaching and exploration. Yet, his love and passion for Africa, and for the Gospel inspired generations and nations to missionary work on that continent.

Wracked by malaria and dysentery, his body spent from his grueling expeditions, Livingstone died in 1873 in a small African village at Ilala. The natives agreed to return his body to England for burial, but they kept his heart, and buried it under a small tree outside the village.

“You can have his body,” said the note they sent with the corpse, “but his heart belongs in Africa.”

Where does your heart belong?