Sunday 14 September 2014

Life will never be the same...Bosnia, 20 years on.

I served in Bosnia from Sep 1994 until October 1995, with the Royal Military Police, first with the United Nations Protection Force (UNPROFOR) and then as a part of the Rapid Reaction Force 24 Airmobile Brigade. The war was still raging there and I was deployed to an area in the north of the country.  The area we covered was populated by both Bosnian Muslims and Bosnian Croats, who were Christian by religion. We got on well with the townspeople and farmers alike. It was almost as if the hatred of the war had not reached this area. We patrolled the streets and supply routes daily, attempting to make sure the much needed aid convoys were getting through to the people who needed them. We conducted policing operations with various factions and we tried to be a presence of stability and dependability in a country in the grip of a violent civil war.

Ethnic cleansing was rife, people in towns across Bosnia simply disappeared; their homes were singled out and then burnt down. Some were taken to camps, others were discovered in the mass graves, others became refugees/displaced persons..

I found myself in a country that was being destroyed through a raging civil war. Where fellow humans had been going about their lives and had then just left, fled, been murdered.

In Luke’s gospel, Jesus speaks about “Nation will rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom.” This was exactly what was in Bosnia.

            “The enemy it turned out, had been living right next door, right down the street. Until just yesterday Bosnians had shared everything, drinking coffee together, going to parties and funerals together, visiting each other, marrying each other, but now…” (Hukanovic, 1998)

But now, now was killing time and when this time arrived it was these ordinary people that had committed these terrible acts of brutality and violence.  How did this make me feel? I had been sent here to protect this innocence, these ordinary people, yet I had been killing time in a secure compound when the slaughter had happened.

 

Wave after wave of emotion ran through me during those months, even now twenty years later, I find it hard to express honestly the horror that ethnic cleansing is.

Professor Norman Cigar is a military analyst who wrote          “Overall, ethnic cleansing seems to have followed a premeditated strategy, rather than being an improvisation arising from unfolding events.” (Cigar, 1995)

If as Cigar suggests that this slaughter and cleansing was premeditated, then did it not show that these ordinary people already had an intrinsic ability to commit terrible violence towards other humans. If this was true, how could the God I know and love have allowed this to happen? Stories and images from British Forces operations in the country came to mind. Acts of Christian kindness by British soldiers who professed to have no faith. They patrolled the aid routes and stood guard over the bread queues. These images came back to me and helped me to remember that in the midst of this inhumanity were people exercising free will given by God, to love their neighbour.

So, ordinary people could commit terrible violence and soldiers could carry out acts of humanity. As a peacekeeper and soldier I felt useless, angry and helpless simultaneously. I have come to understand that such anger once stoked can make any human capable of violence and sin. Continuing this thought process, we would be leaving Bosnia when our tour of duty was completed but Bosnian survivors would not and how would they deal with the feelings we all had.

            “Most wars feed on hate, and the masters of war know how to manufacture it well. It is the proportions of the Balkan hate and its rawness right there on the fringes of what some thought to be civilised Europe that causes us to stagger.” (Volf. 1992)
 

Peace enforcement in Bosnia has been in place since late 1995. However peace is not there. The whole of the Balkans is a bubbling pot of emotion, hatred and anger, this is all too evident in the footage and reports which continue to come out of the Balkans.  Hukanovic a survivor of the death camps of Bosnia closes his autobiography with, “Lord, may you never forgive them.” (Hukanovic, 1998:163)

But I am not a Bosnian, I was a stranger seemingly killing time in a foreign land, so how have I dealt with my experiences and my feelings.

I have used scripture and secular writing to help me find God in those places and memories of human evilness. The writings of Corrie ten Bloom and Eva Schloss both survivors of the Nazi concentration camps, have enabled me to reconcile some of my feelings of anger. Anger towards those ordinary people who committed such evil and towards the mandate we as peace keepers were working under which did not allow us to launch offensive operations. I have gradually ceased to be as angry with God. Earlier in this reflection I wrote about British soldiers showing compassion and love to their ‘neighbours’. I began to understand that God was there, in those soldiers and in the aid workers who were prepared to and in some instances did, lay down their lives for their ‘neighbours’.

 Gustavo Gutierrez cited in the Cambridge Companion to Liberation Theology states that, “liberation theology has its origins in the reality of the ‘premature and unjust death of many people’”. (Rowland, 2007:3) I have learnt that my theology, my beliefs and values were radically shaped by my experiences in Bosnia. Prior to my tours there, my faith was naïve. I did not have any comprehension about the true extent of humankind’s ability to commit terrible sin. Now I do and because of this I now holdfast to a creed that says all people are equal and valued by God.

 Paul wrote in his letter to the Ephesians, “I urge you to live a life worthy of the calling you have received.” (Eph 4:1) I believe I received my calling on the blood soaked streets of Bosnia, a calling to defend and speak for those who cannot defend themselves, to see God in all people regardless of religion, ethnicity, gender or sexuality. I am no saint, I still struggle with my anger not always using it to effect change or righteously but by hurting people. I have learnt to reflect on the implications that my anger can have, I have learnt that reconciliation is crucial in this world. I have learnt that an ordinary person has the ability to influence this world; that we neither need to make a time to kill, nor kill time whilst atrocities are happening but through prayer and action we can bring about change.

To do so requires courage, the composer of Psalms 46 comments that bows must be broken and spears shattered[1]. The prophet Micah calls for the remoulding of weaponry into tools of agriculture[2]. These actions require someone to undertake them, they won’t happen by themselves. The German theologian Moltmann, himself a prisoner of war during the 1939- 1945 war, said, “Top level discussions between privileged persons usually do very little to relieve the suffering of ordinary people.”[3]

Jesus himself preached and undertook radical action to encourage and demonstrate that justice has to come from the people[4]. Mahatma Ghandi once said, “be the change you want to see in the world” [5]  and Volf a Croatian theologian wrote, “the kingdom of God enters the world through the back door of servants’ shacks, not through the main gate of the masters’ mansions”.[6] We are called and ordered to undertake and act for justice. And that is what my faith is about today.

 It is about standing up for what you believe to be right, even if it seems to cost you everything. It is about placing yourself between the bully and the bullied even if this makes you the target. My faith isn’t perfect, there are dark times when I find it hard to conceive there is a God, let alone believe in it/him/her. These are normally times when I am facing the bizarreness of first world living, when people become so bound up in doctrine and dogma that they forget the golden rule – To do unto others as you would have done unto yourself. When politicians, faith leaders and the press can become so obsessed with their own agendas (which to be fair is quite often all about keeping the thinking person in a box and thus not questioning what the leadership are up to) that they fail to see the world beyond their own briefcase or prayer book or paper. Likewise those who sit in the pews and are only concerned with the bricks around them are no better. Yes there is a place for our own needs, but surely issues about who sleeps with who, or if a child can receive communion before some man in purple says so, are irrelevant if the world we live in is teetering on the brink of a war that will take thousands of lives, a climate disaster that may see millions displaced and new diseases that are effectively a plague time bomb.
 

I recently preached a short sermon that included these words, "in Christianity the practical definition of love is best summarised by Thomas Aquinas, who defined love as "to will the good of another," or to desire for another to succeed. This is the explanation of the Christian need to love others, including their enemies. As Thomas Aquinas explains, Christian love is motivated by the need to see others succeed in life, to be good people."
And thinking about those vivid experiences of twenty years ago and some since then, I come to the conclusion tonight that, yes "to will the good of another" is where I am at. On this Sunday in September as people mourn those murdered this day, as others await the referendum on Thursday, I am thankful for those I served with for both guiding me and being alongside me. I think of those who were slaughtered in the genocide of twenty years ago and since in wars and conflicts around this globe and I reaffirm my commitment to the creed I believe in, that all people are equal, even if this means  I will be in exile and excluded by some.


[1] Ps 46:9
[2] Micah 4:3
[3] Selvanayagam, I (1995:3). A Dialogue on Dialogue: Reflections on Interfaith Encounters. Madras, CLS Press.
[4] Lk 4:16-30
[5] Indian Philosopher 1869 -1948


[6] Volf, M (1996:114). Exclusion and Embrace: A Theological Exploration of Identity, Otherness, and Reconciliation. Nashville, Abingdon Press.

Sunday 7 September 2014

A bit of a fixer-upper



This is an adaptation of the short reflection I gave this morning at chapel. Sadly the Frozen reference wouldn’t have worked with the congregational age range today so I left it out. However - who else has managed to work Trolls and Thomas Aquinas into a sermon!!




Romans 13:8-10

8Owe no one anything, except to love one another; for the one who loves another has fulfilled the law. 9The commandments, “You shall not commit adultery; You shall not murder; You shall not steal; You shall not covet”; and any other commandment, are summed up in this word, “Love your neighbour as yourself.” 10Love does no wrong to a neighbour; therefore, love is the fulfilling of the law.



Love is such a powerful word that has so many connotations and meanings. It can be a force for good and a means by which great deeds are done. Yet sometimes it feels so hard to love people particularly when we are in pain or frightened. Here in the hospital we are quite often thrown together with people who become our neighbours quite simply because of where our bed is or because we share an illness. And the call to love your neighbour as yourself can seem just a step too far when you are out of your comfort zone and away from those who love you. Yet it is in these times and in situations we can truly fulfill the law that St Paul was talking about in today’s reading.




Likewise there are times when we are out of our comfort zone that loving someone is not so much a fulfillment of the law but that which just comes naturally. I think of soldiers I served with during the war in Bosnia who acted with such love and compassion for those we were trying to protect. A love that could potentially have cost the soldiers their lives. I think of those here in this hospital who despite their own pain and fear, show love to the young doctor or newly qualified nurse, the patient who has no family who for the time they are on the ward becomes a part of another patient’s family, included in visits and deliveries of sweets or newspapers.




In Christianity the practical definition of love is best summarised by St. Thomas Aquinas, who defined love as "to will the good of another," or to desire for another to succeed. This is the explanation of the Christian need to love others, including their enemies. As Thomas Aquinas explains, Christian love is motivated by the need to see others succeed in life, to be good people.




I think there is no finer way to sum up all of the above than in the wise words of the Trolls of Arendelle…






We’re not sayin' you can change him
‘Cause people don’t really change
We’re only saying that love's a force
That's powerful and strange
People make bad choices if they’re mad
Or scared, or stressed
Throw a little love their way
(Throw a little love their way)
And you’ll bring out their best
True love brings out their best!

Everyone’s a bit of a fixer-upper
That’s what it’s all about!
Father!
Sister!
Brother!
We need each other
To raise us up and round us out
Everyone’s a bit of a fixer-upper
But when push comes to shove

The only fixer-upper fixer
That can fix up a fixer-upper is

True! true!
True, true, true!
Love (True love)
Love, love, love, love, love
Love! (True love!)
True...




No matter why we are in this chapel today, each one of us, no matter of our ills, worries or fears, has the potential to fulfill each day that most important of laws, to love one another. For it is in this way each of us will bring love to this world, this place and to and for one another.