On the night
he was betrayed, Jesus took bread, broke it and said, “Do this is remembrance of
me.” As soon as his followers took power a few centuries later, they were
chasing each other out of town – or worse – about some interpretation of
remembering him.
Father
Abraham wanted so much to have a homeland: made friends with the natives,
treaties, and he and his sons took on wives (or adds on to the family) from
them. Sensible. Last night a friend of mine pointed out there are now 2.4
million Palestinian displaced persons in Jordan. Abraham also had this
magnificent dream that all the world would be blessed through his descendents.
What has happened is understandable, given the Holocaust, but I can’t help but
wonder how poor Abraham would feel about such an outcome among kinfolks?
Then we have
this wide spread Muslim outburst over that awful betrayal of American free
speech coming out in a movie trailer on the internet. It is easy to understand
the anger at insulting one’s revered Prophet, but I can’t help wondering if
Mohammed himself would be less embarrassed by being called a “womanizer” than
humiliated some of his followers have actually been involved in killing people
over it.
Joseph
Smith, the founder of the Mormon movement, was assassinated, as you may know. A
couple of decades later some followers massacred a wagon train of people from
Arkansas as they were passing through Utah. Smith, of course, had been fleeing
his enraged fellow citizens, but courageously chose to return and face them. I
suppose, knowing how the followers of the great religious leaders twist and
turn in their remembrances, we should give some thought to all of this.
Personally,
I grew up as a Christian; it was a given in our little rural town you were
either Methodist or Baptist (and hardly anything to all right thinking folks).
Being considerably older now, I have decided to be a Christian. Now when the
bread and wine is given out, my remembrance is to internalize His teachings a
great deal more. Please, God. Please make it so – even it makes me even more
universalized in my feelings.
My neighbors are so wide spread.
Please feel free to
share with a kindred spirit
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