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What’s Your Journey?

First published November 18, 2010

Muslims around the world celebrated Tuesday the feast of Eid al-Adha – commonly known as Eid, which marks the end of Hajj. Hajj is the annual pilgrimage to Mecca, the city in Saudi Arabia, regarded as the holiest site in Islam, since the prophet Muhammad proclaimed Islam in that city in the 7th century.

Hajj is the largest annual pilgrimage in the world and considered a religious duty among Muslims, who believe that every able-bodied Muslim who can afford to do so, must make the pilgrimage at least once in their lifetime. Hajj is a demonstration of the solidarity of the Muslim people and their submission to Allah.

Hajj is associated with the life of Muhammad, but some Muslims believe that the pilgrimage to Mecca dates back to the time of Abraham. In a way it makes sense, since pilgrimage is something that has been part of our human nature since the beginning of time.

And pilgrimage is not just associated with religion. A pilgrimage can be any journey to a place that holds significance for us: Graceland, a war memorial, a place from our childhood, a grandparent’s home town…  Even here in Canada we have our own version of pilgrimage. It’s called a “road trip.” How often did I sit in the “comfort” of a Greyhound bus for hours (sometimes days) going somewhere and getting “lost and found” in the traveling? All these journeys help us (yes, even Graceland) find, or define ourselves – to a certain extent.

As many of you know, I was recently in the Holy Land. We visited several “places of significance” in Jordan, in Palestine and in Israel. In a way (and I wrote about this) it was good to be meeting with people, “the living stones,” instead of visiting so many religious sites. I guess that’s a personal thing for me: it’s of special significance to me to meet people. Yes, places hold meaning and can transform us, but people, like a mirror, have the ability to reflect us back to ourselves.

Last May, I also traveled to the Yukon for the filming of Ends of the Earth. On the last day, we went on a hike, a pilgrimage really, up Sheep Mt. It was a difficult hike: five hours to climb up to 6000 ft. And somehow, without having any conscious spiritual desire or doing it as a search for anything, nor for any religious reason, it was at the top of Sheep Mt. that I had a profound moment of transformation: A moment of experiencing the divine; one of those moments that shape us forever.

I read the news of Hajj, I think of World Youth Days, where Catholics of every age also gather as a demonstration of solidarity with each other, with the Church and with Christ, and of their submission to God. And it’s important that this demonstration happens in the form of a pilgrimage.

World Youth Day at its best does not include hotel rooms or meals in fancy restaurants (or restaurants at all!). World Youth Day is about sleeping on the floor in a school gym and eating peanut butter sandwiches and apples. It is about not sleeping, or sleeping in the rain at Downsview Park, and sometimes not eating at all. Anyone who’s walked the Camino de Santiago can attest to that!

And so, a pilgrimage is not just a journey to a religious site. We go on pilgrimages to get out of ourselves. I think of Jesus inviting us to “deny ourselves, pick up our cross and follow him (Lk 9:23; Mat 16: 24; Mk 8:34). There is something about picking up our cross that has to do with denying ourselves. Denying ourselves of those things that make us proud and righteous – of those things that make us feel good, comfortable. It is an emptying of sorts that takes place. And who doesn’t need emptying? Emptying ourselves of prejudices, of biases, of expectations, of our pain and brokenness, of our need to be right, of our need to fix things, of our need to control, our need to be God…

And this often happens in the midst of a pilgrimage. It happens inadvertently in the midst of the tightening hamstrings and the blisters. It happens when the backpack straps are digging so hard into our shoulders and we long for nothing more than our own warm bed. It’s funny how that happens.

Which is why a tourist can travel through many places, but a pilgrim lets the places travel through them. A tourist returns home with a heavier suitcase; a pilgrim returns with a lighter load.

And so, as the three million Muslims who traveled to Mecca this year return home, let’s remember that we too are called to solidarity with each other and submission to God. And as some of us continue to prepare for next year’s pilgrimage to Madrid for World Youth Day 2011, let’s remember that while a physical and arduous journey can be helpful, it is not necessary. We can empty ourselves, deny ourselves and pick up our cross daily, and let places transform us and be present and authentic to people, right here at home.

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CNS photo/Giancarlo Giuliani, Catholic Press Photo

Making Sense out of the Census

First published September 29, 2010

The census is back in the news with the government potentially voting on keeping or scrapping the mandatory long-form.

censusSeveral years ago (either 1991 or 1995), I was fairly unemployed and Fr. Bert Foliot, SJ, my pastor at the time, hooked me up to work for the Census Canada. All I had to do was go door to door in a particular neighbourhood and help Spanish-speaking people fill out the census form. I must say, it was a very interesting couple of weeks. Now there are some people in Canada who want to scrap the mandatory long-form of the census and I am remembering those days, so long ago.

Let me explain: Most people get a short census form – it collects basic information: age, marital status, ethnic background, religion, number of children, that sort of thing. But every 50 or so households receive a long-form census. This one is more involved with all kinds of questions from property ownership to employment, mobility, child care, housing and income. The issue? Some people feel that some of this information should be private and confidential and that the government has no business asking how many rooms your house has – and if one refuses, it should not be a criminal offence.

The thing is, many organizations, including the Catholic Church, rely on this information in order to provide services. It’s not a campaign to invade people’s privacy or “big brother is watching.” This information is useful.

Here’s my perspective: we expect the state to provide us with various services but then we don’t want to give anything to the state in return. I think that’s silly. From what I remember, most people were happy to fill out the long-form census – they needed help, and sometimes questions would go unanswered, but generally, there were no issues. In fact, I would be happy to fill out a long-form census any time. I don’t believe it’s an infringement on my privacy – I get a lot from the Canadian government and the various organizations that use this data – it’s the least I can do to help them out.

Click here to read the letter sent to Minister of Industry, Tony Clement, on behalf of the Canadian Conference of Catholic Bishops, in support of the mandatory long-form census form.

Living Stones

First published September 24, 2010

The Holy Land is considered holy because Jesus lived here. It is also holy because most of the prophets lived around here. But it is also important because here is where it all began: Christianity was born here. Today though, 2000 years later, we equate the Middle East with Muslims. We hear about Jews and Muslims in Israel and about the Israeli-Palestinian conflict and we never hear about the Christians here.

You may not know that there are Christians in the Holy Land, but there are and there have been for 2000 years (in fact, some still speak Aramaic). It is with the aim of meeting these Christians, that I joined a group of Catholic journalists on a trip to the Holy Land. We traveled here looking forward to meeting some of the people who could be direct descendants of those who heard the Good News from Peter on the very first Pentecost. We traveled to Jordan (that is also part of the Holy Land), to Palestine and Israel and visited many Christian communities of the region. I must say that it’s been a wonderful experience.

I am a people person and, while visiting holy sites holds some meaning for me, it does not beat sharing a meal with someone and so even though it would have been nice for my first trip to the Holy Land to include most of the famous shrines, I am very glad that instead, we took the time to meet people – not the empty buildings, the cold, dead stones – but the living stones, the church of the Holy Land.

In the weeks to come, I hope to write in more detail about our experiences, but for today I’d like to leave you with two thoughts.

First: Christians in the Holy Land are united in ways that we’ll never understand in North America. Even though there are various rites and denominations represented: Chaldeans, Coptics, Syrians, Greek Orthodox and Melkite Greek Catholics, Maronites and Roman Catholics, as well as Lutheran and Anglican, to name a few, they all consider themselves “Christian.” No one cares if you are Orthodox or Latin – in fact in many villages, the communities worship together. For me, this is a lesson. Why focus on our differences (which are minor), when there are so many other things to worry about. We are all followers of Christ and that’s really the only thing that matters.

Second: Many Palestinian are Christian and they are caught in the middle of the Israeli-Palestinian conflict. Many of them told me that they have a difficulty finding their identity: are they Palestinian? Are they Arabs? Are they Christian? Muslims may not like them because they are Christian. Jews may not like them because they are Arabs. Israelis may not like them because they are Palestinian. Other Palestinians may resent those who have Israeli citizenship. Even those Palestinians who have Israeli citizenship can’t consider themselves completely Israeli because they are not Jews. We can’t continue to assume that all Palestinians are Muslims or that all Arabs are Muslims. We certainly cannot continue to assume that all Arabs are terrorists. They are not. In fact, most of them want a peaceful solution. Many prefer a non-violent response to the situation. But as Christians, we need to be in solidarity with our Christian brothers and sisters in Palestine.

Several weeks ago I had the opportunity to invite two of these Christian-Palestinians to our Perspectives studio for a look at the meaning of peace. Since I am presently in the Holy Land, we felt appropriate to re-broadcast this episode with guests Fr. Samuel Barhoum, of the Anglican Diocese of Jerusalem, and his wife Susan. The question we asked was, “where does the peace process begin?” and we hoped that Fr. Samuel and Susan would be able to give us a different perspectives as Palestinian Christians from the Galilee. They most certainly did and left us with lots to think about. That episode will air tonight at 7 and 11pm ET and will repeat on Sunday and the same times.

Yesterday in Haifa, we met with Archbishop Elias Chacour, Archbishop of Akko, Haifa, Nazareth and Galilee of the Melkite Greek Catholic Church. He became well-known in North America some 20 years ago for his amazing book, Blood Brothers, where he describes how his family was evicted from their little village of Biram in the Galilee in 1948. After speaking with us for almost two hours, Archbishop Chacour asked us to ask of you a favour. He told us that if you have friends who are Jews or supporters of the Jewish settlements or of the establishment of a Jewish state in the Holy Land, do not stop being their friends. Do not stop supporting them. Stand beside them. But do not conclude that this means you have to be enemies of the Palestinians. If, on the other hand, you take the Palestinian side, don’t take their side blindly. Be critical thinkers regarding the issues in the Holy Land. The people here do not need one-sided friendship. They don’t need more cruelty and being one-sided regarding these issues, means being one more enemy. In short he is saying that it is not about taking sides – both sides have valid claims, valid fears and both sides are at fault. In some ways, both sides are victims (and there are more than just two sides). We need to be friends of both, so that we can truly help them remember how they lived in friendship before 1948.

My prayers are with you from this land of holy, living stones.

Pedro
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Photos:  From top to bottom — Pedro with the Franciscan Missionaries of Mary who work with Iraqi refugees in Amman, Jordan; Pedro with Fr. Bendelaymoun Al-Khouri, Greek Orthodox Pastor of St. George’s Parish in Madaba, Jordan and Ra’ed Bahou, Regional Coordinator for Pontifical Missions for Jordan and Iraq; Sister Lara and her students at the Ephpheta Institute for the Hearing Impaired in Bethlehem;  Archbishop Elias Chacour speaks with us.

Friendship = Peace

First published September 2, 2010

A couple of weeks ago I went back to camp.

I was reminded of my first job in Canada: I was a counsellor at Camp Wahanowin in Orillia. Camp Wahanowin is a Jewish camp and before every meal we used to say the blessing of the bread: Barukh attah Adonai eloheinu melekh ha-olam, ha-motzi lechem min ha-aretz. That was some of the first Hebrew I learned. The reason why I was reminded of Camp Wahanowin was not because it was camp, but because this camp that I just participated in is a camp that brings Jews, Muslims and Christians from Israel and Palestine together with Jews, Muslims and Christians in Canada – and all the kids are 11/12-years-old.

K4PKids4Peace was founded by the Episcopal (Anglican) Church of Jerusalem, at St. George’s College, when, during the last intifada, the college was empty. The administration decided to use their time and space to bring whole families together: Jews, Muslims and Christians, so that they would get to know each other. In Israel, even though there are “mixed” cities and towns, there aren’t many opportunities for Jews to meet Arabs.

I was reminded of another experience. When I was 16, I had the wonderful opportunity to come to Canada to attend Lester. B. Pearson College of the Pacific, a school that promotes peace and international understanding by bringing young people from around the world together. It was our Nobel Peace Laureate Prime Minister Lester B. Pearson who said “how can there be peace in the world if people don’t understand each other? And how can this be if they don’t know each other?” It’s a simple formula: bring young people from different countries together so they can live, study and work together, make friends and when they grow up, they won’t have silly prejudices, but can help bring peace to the world. And I believe it works.

There were 200 students, ages 16-19, living together for two years – learning about each other, getting to know about each other. Politics and international affairs for us would never be the same. We had students from Ireland and from Northern Ireland; Pakistanis and Indians, refugee students from Iran, Iraq and Ethiopia; South Africans and Swazis, Latin Americans, Europeans, Africans, Asians and yes, Israelis and Palestinians.

I remember countless nights that I stayed up listening to the Israelis and the Palestinians talking – they all spoke both Hebrew and Arabic – and they didn’t always agree, but they had a forum where they could speak and be friends. More importantly, they could get to know each other and see that we are all more alike than different. Jews and Arabs are the same and even in the differences… sometimes it’s those differences that bring us closer together.

Several years later I became involved with another organization: the Children’s International Summer Villages. The goal of CISV is to promote cross-cultural understanding by bringing young people together through camps and interchanges. CISV has existed for over 60 years and every Summer there are hundreds of programs worldwide. They start with Villages for 11-year-olds, because at that age, kids are still quite impressionable and they haven’t quite formed prejudices and biases. Sometimes the kids don’t even speak the same language, but no matter – you don’t need to speak the same language to kick a soccer ball around.

And at Kids4Peace, there was a lot of soccer ball kicking. Twelve kids came from the Galilee: four Jews, four Muslims and four Christians. The program is a faith-based program and so the goal is specifically for the kids to learn about each other’s faiths, so they travelled with three adults: A Muslim advisor, a Christian advisor and a Jewish advisor. The camp director, Fr. Samuel Barhoum, also travelled from Palestine. They were welcomed here by 12 Canadians, also a mix of Christians, Jews and Muslims. They spent 10 days at Cedar Glenn YMCA Camp north of Toronto learning about each other, playing games, participating in cooperative and team-building activities, learning about the three Abrahamic faiths and playing soccer. Part of the program included a trip to a Mosque, a Synagogue and a Catholic Church, for prayer services and Mass, a trip to Niagara Falls and the CN Tower.

Israel is a land in desperate need for peace, but how can there be peace if Jews and Arabs don’t get to know each other? How can there be peace if people continue to hold onto silly prejudices? Now, in its fifth year, Kids4Peace has allowed sixty kids to have the opportunity to break that cycle – and through the kids, their families too. And sixty Canadian kids are part of the movement too.

Kids4Peace is a wonderful initiative that was completely free to the participants. In Toronto there are a group of directors who tirelessly raise the funds necessary for this experience to happen. And they are always looking for kids – if your son or daughter is going to be eleven next Summer, check out www.kids4peace.ca and find out how you can participate – but they need Jewish and Muslim kids too, so pass it on to your Muslim and Jewish friends. And to inspire you, you can also visit our facebook page to see some of the photos from the camp.

Be sure to tune in on Friday, September 9th, for an all-new Perspectives: The Weekly Edition, as we ask the question, what would you do to bring about peace? I speak with Fr. Samuel Barhoum and his wife Susan — two Christians living in the Galilee. They share their own experience of living in Israel and helping bring about peace.

And keep your eyes and ears open for a new documentary, Abraham’s Tent, which tells the story of this wonderful camp experience, coming in soon (you don’t think I was just at the camp having fun, do you?)