The Mount of Beatitudes
A hightlight of my trip was listening to Paul Fitzgerald, a Jesuit Roman Catholic Priest and President of the University of San Francisco, reading the Beatitudes. We were close to the place where it is thought Jesus delivered the sermon on the Mount. This moment came toward the end of the formal tour. I still had five days of my own itinerary to come and a stop in London to follow, but by this point we had been across much of Israel and had visited the Palestinian Territory for one day.
Before he read, Paul invited us to remember people we had encountered on our trip so far and assoicaite each with one of the Beatitudes. It was a gentle, helpful prompt and all the invitation I needed to drop inside myself and listen to the memories of our trip.
Reading from Matthew 5:3-10, Paul reminded us of all the people we had met and the experiences we had, and gave us a sense of just how profound the words of Jesus could be. The Beatitudes are not just wisdom for Israel/Palestine in the first century, but the 21st Century also. They still resonated.
It was a reminder that Jesus’ understanding of life reached beyond the local, to the universal.
As I write this, I am on the flight back from London to San Franciso. I want to repeat the exercise that Paul led and include the subsequent 10 days. So much has happened it will be difficult to capture it all, but I want to think about the Beatitudes in the light of everyone I met and all that I experienced.
The Poor in Spirit
Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs in the Kingdom of Heaven.
While on our way north in the second half of our tour we stopped at Yemon Orde, a youth village and one of Israel’s most innovative educational institutions. It specializes in integrating new immigrant youth into Israeli Society. We met Susan Weijel there and found out about their work with Russian and Ethiopian youth as well as those from other backgrounds. Many of their youth were in the country without their parents or were orphans. These young people fulfilled the idea of being poor in spirit, and yet optimistic about the future. One youth who had grown into a remarkable woman through the program was Batya Shumeli (see picture below ). She was from the Ethiopian tribe of Jews who had made ‘Aliah’ (their journey to Israel) in the 80s and 90s. She spoke honestly about the difficulty of cultural integration. She was radiant and wise and made me think about what the Kingdom of Heaven might be like.
Those who mourn
Blessed are they who mourn, for they shall be comforted.
Reduced to tears by Yad Vashem, the Holocaust Museum, I began to get a deeper understanding of the grief felt by the Jewish people, and their existential sense of being under threat. The last room of the museum, where records of all those known to have lost their lives in the Holocaust are kept, left me speechless.
A week later I could not help but be moved by the pain of the Palestinian family that I stayed with in Bethlehem, and of other Palestinians, who lived with loss every day. In creating a nation for Jewish people and then maintaining its safety, Israel’s security policies have meant loss and humiliation for Palestinians.
These two competing griefs are at the heart of the conflict. I was deeply sympathetic to both and cannot see how each may be comforted. I hope they will.
Ending my trip in the UK I did not realize I would experience my own grief, as my Grandfather passed away on my last full day in England. By some cosmic arrangement I was able to join my family in prayer, conversation and at dinner on that day. I found comfort in their presence. I pray for comfort for those who grieve in Israel and Palestine.
Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.
We were humbly served by our guide and our guard. Yashai and Ruven (see picture below) were quiet and unassuming but made everything flow seamlessly. Yashai was balanced, gentle, informed and delightful. He was very popular with our whole group. It was sobering to need an armed guard and Ruven was slow to get to know people, but by the end of our trip he was a friend who had kept us safe and together.
When thinking of the meek I also am reminded of the server at the American Colony bar who made me a drink one night. He was a Palestinian with a work permit, he avoided controversy but talked discreetly about the security situation. You may have heard in the news that it was the same night on which a bomb exploded in a bus in Jerusalem.
Finally, my host in Bethlehem had a son who was living in Bethlehem and working three jobs in Jerusalem in order to support his wife and raise a son. As a Palestinian male he was not permitted to drive in Jerusalem and daily wrestled with living inside the ‘security barrier’ (see picture above and to the right) and navigating check points. I had a deep respect for his quiet dignity.
These people all deserve the earth, or at least a homeland.
Those who hunger and thirst for righteousness
Blessed are they who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be satisfied.
After the formal tour ended I stayed on to get a contrasting experience, I stayed with Palestinian Christians in Bethlehem to experience life under occupation and I went to Hebron on a dual narrative tour, meeting with settlers and displaced Palestinians. I noted that there is a dark side to believing that your cause is righteous. Sometimes you are unable to see the dignity in other people and are willing to reduce them to the place of opponent. ‘Satisfaction’ for some of the settlers felt like a zero sum game, in which the Palestinians had to lose for them to win. I do not believe that this will lead to peace and it made me sad.
Professor Dalia Fadila was quite simply a force of nature. She is the first female muslim president of any educational institution in Israel. Wrestling with traditional culture, expectations of male authority and the need to create excellent educational opportunities for young men and women in her school, Dr. Fadila was popular with our whole group. She has expectations and she is determined to fulfil them. She got the telephone number of at least four university leaders from the bay area desperate to work with her and help her satisfy her expectations.
Below is a picture of Professor Dalia Fadila, the first female muslim president of an institution of higher learning in Israel.
Blessed are the merciful, for they shall obtain mercy.
We met a colonel in the IDF (Israeli Defence Force). This may be a controversial paragraph in my letter, but I found him to have a sense of mercy. He was committed to the security of Israel, but had a sense that living under occupation was deeply problematic for Palestinians. He believed that Israel could take down the wall tomorrow and not suffer deterioration in its security. He also believed that the IDF had to try and live up to international expectations of ethical engagement whilst still creating a secure situation for Israel. Perhaps he was very good at public relations, perhaps in the middle of a military engagement he would not seem so merciful, particularly for a Palestinian under occupation. I pray for mercy in this whole region.
My host in Bethlehem was another example of mercy. Whilst describing with excruciating honesty his experience of occupation, and at times being deeply critical of Israeli culture and actions (often describing these actions as harrassment), he was able to be complimentary to much that Israel has achieved as a nation in a short 67 years and described Israeli civil society as essentially just. I hope that this sense of justice soon extends to those under occupation, which is a blemish on the Israeli reputation.
The Pure of Heart
Blessed are the pure of heart, for they shall see God.
Visiting the Hand in Hand School, an experiment in Arab Israeli side by side education, was a high point of my visit. It was pure in heart and intention and I loved it. Facing attack for its values by arsonists it remained deeply committed to bringing Jews, Christians and Muslims together in education. I could see God in them, I hope that they see God present in their endeavours.
A student of the school runs in circles in front of our delegation in the picture below.
I also want to comment on Abby Porth, one of the trip organizers. Some people have suggested that my trip was a propoganda tour, and anticipating that it would be from a predominantly Jewish perspective. Understanding this I planned my stay so that I could remain five days longer and make my own investigation into Bethlehem and Hebron without the tour leaders oversight. However, I really do believe that Abby has an open heart and a desire that we experience Israel, warts and all, and form our own opinions. My sense of her integrity grew as the trip unfolded. She was willing to share honestly and engage in painful criticism of the country she loves by participants on our tour who were wrestling with their own sense of this conflict. I wanted to note her passion and intentions and my gratitude for them.
The other person I considered ‘pure in heart’ was my Palestinian hosts’ grandson. He was two and a half, and suspicious of me at first, but after a few magic tricks he took to me. We became firm friends!
Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called children of God.
Peacemakers are needed in Israel. The most powerful example I met was Eliyahu, an Orthodox Jew who is sympathetic to settlers but also a determined peace activist. Along with a Palestinian guide, he arranges the dual narrative tour of Hebron. He was clear about his own hopes for Israel whilst also being very sensetive to their impact on Palestinians. He was very willing to see multiple sides of the situation and I hope that his vision of peace takes hold in Israel.
We also were priviledged to meet with both Shimon Peres, former Prime Minister and President of Israel, and Nabil Shaath (pictured right), one of the Oslo Accord negotiators and former Foreign Minister for the Palestinian Authority. This priviledge was possible because for a short time the Mayor of San Francisco came to Israel and our tour merged with his. We would not have warranted these opportunities without that. Listening to both men, they yearned for peace, and both believed a two state solution was the best way to get it. There was less agreement between their presentations on how to move from where they are, to where they might be. But I believe that if their intentions are to achieve peace there is a chance it might happen. I hope this isn’t wishful thinking.
Blessed are they who are persecuted for the sake of righteousness, for theirs in the kingdom of heaven.
Everyone feels persecuted in Israel and Palestine, and all of them believe that their cause is righteous. I wish it were possible to describe a way in which these competing visions for Israel could be harmonized into one new reality, but it is hard to see how. We were told when we got close to Hebron that our dual narrative tour would be an example of ‘competing victimology.’ Honestly, I believe that each side has experienced persecution, from terrorists, from the IDF, from an international community that seeks to impose flawed solutions. I hope that the people of Israel and Palestine might be able to find ways of seeing the suffering of the other, rather than just their own and that this might lead to empathy and peace. Israel/Palestine could look very much like the Kingdom of Heaven if this were to happen.
Being a Disciple
As I end my letter to you this month, I wanted to say that my own spiritual experience on this trip was powerful and personal.
I never really wanted to go on a spiritual pilgrimage of the Holy Land because I was worried that I would find that people had built a church and a gift shop on every street corner where Jesus was ever supposed to have done anything. That was in fact what I found, but I agreed to this trip because it offered me a different lens on Israel and Palestine. I deeply appreciated seeing the political, security and social context of Israel. I loved the opportunity to gain access to conversations that many people are not able to have about this region. Going to Bethlehem and Hebron were also great priviledges. This was the trip of a lifetime.
Our hosts also took us to many Christian holy sites and I found that indeed, a church and gift shop had been built everywhere that Jesus ever did anything. But I found that I didn’t mind it as much as I thought.
What I found most moving was just how profound the words of Jesus were and are. His Beatitudes described ancient Palestine so well, with all its complex ideologies and competative victimologies. He was insightful, but also generous and held out a vision of hope for a future full of peace. As I sat and prayed on the supposed location of the Sermon on the Mount, my eyes filled with tears and I was grateful for my teacher. I found myself becoming more deeply committed to being his disciple. And I wonder if any of you would like to go back with me some time soon?
From the UK, Matthew loved US culture from the first time he picked up a Fantastic Four Comic when he was 12.