tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32405087851376168972024-03-13T10:33:23.770-05:00Corridos de Un Vaquero PerdidoIt means, "Songs of a Lost Cowboy." Kind of Romantic isn't it? Think Don Quixote and Freddie Fender. I've spent so much time being lost, I've decided to make a virtue of a statistical inevitability. I'm singing my songs to all the friends I found, grateful for the grace given me by people who pointed me in the right direction again and again.Gracenwilkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10337378247338668014noreply@blogger.comBlogger104125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240508785137616897.post-42501320817529593202016-07-06T15:47:00.002-05:002016-11-01T11:04:23.972-05:00The Art and Spirituality of Dying – Culture Makes a Difference <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>July 5, 2016</strong>: A Nigerian mom, who was one of our patients, was dealing with the death of her baby. The Labor and Delivery staff was following the established approach of trying to allow the mom to hold her baby, but the mother kept resisting. One of the nurses took the time to pause and wonder if that had anything to do with the mother's culture. They explored further and found that there were significant cultural differences; it wasn't reluctance to process her grief or anything pathological. By being curious and caring, the staff was able to understand how to meet her needs in the most sensitive way possible.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">On June 14 on the Baylor University Medical Center (BUMC) campus, Robert Hunt, PhD, director of Global Theological Education and director of the Center for Evangelism and Missional Church Studies at Perkins School of Theology at Southern Methodist University (SMU), presented "The Art and Spirituality of Dying." He stressed both modern and non-modern worldviews, and the significant differences between individuals of each worldview when situating themselves in the face of their own mortality. "I think it's very important in a hospital setting for everybody to constantly have a consciousness of cultural diversity, so that they can respond favorably and positively to it," Dr. Hunt explained. "This will provide the best care for the patients and will allow us to obtain the best outcomes for patient health." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">With the help of a facilitator, Tia Jamir, PhD, BCC, and a panel had a chance to respond to Dr. Hunt's presentation and educate health care providers about their own faith and beliefs, and how to act around dying patients and families of similar backgrounds. This panel included Dr. Marygrace Hernandez Leveille, PhD, RN, ACNP-BP, Dina Malki, MA, and Pravrajika Brahmaprana.</span><br /> <strong> </strong><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Dr. Leveille is a nurse scientist for BUMC and is responsible for nursing research. She started off by speaking about the importance of having a nurse next to a patient who is dying. "The nurse will hold your hand and will be there with your body and your spirit," she added. She went on to talk about her personal experience of being diagnosed with a brain tumor, and how the only thing she could remember after her surgery was praying. "I was sitting in a dark room with no recollection of who my parents were or where I was. I remember the nurse walking in to make sure everything was fine," said Dr. Leveille. She told the nurse that she thought she was praying. "The nurse told me that I was praying the Our Father and the Hail Mary, and began to pray with me. I then realized how strong and powerful that really was."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She continued to talk about the importance of being sensitive and inclusive, and addressing family needs. Dr. Leveille added that staff members and nurses must avoid being culturally insensitive. She shared a story about when she was a traveling nurse at a Jewish hospital, working in the emergency room. They brought in a Hasidic Jew who was covered in blood. Dr. Leveille decided to shave his beard and payot (ear locks). "All I knew was that as an ICU nurse I wanted that face to be cleaned so that an ET tube could stick well and I could do oral care. I didn't know I was being culturally insensitive," said Dr. Leveille. "As nurses, we have to make sure that the patient remains spiritually intact and that we are there for them and their family members." Addressing spiritual care plays a significant role in a nurse's life.</span><br /><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Dina is a Muslim American who has lived in Texas for 25 years. Dina discussed how to avoid hurting the dignity of dying Muslims, such as not forcing a patient to take medicine against their will or without the family's permission (depending on the situation), and to allow a dying patient to perform his or her ablution—the act of washing oneself—and to pray with or without the help of the family.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Pravrajika is a sannyasini (ordained nun) and is currently the resident minister of the Ramakrishna Vedanta Society of North Texas in Dallas. She spoke to the audience about Vedanta, which is one of the six orthodox schools of Hindu philosophy. She went on to educate the group about Mantra initiation, which includes the "practice of constant remembrance to raise one thought in the mind—a chosen ideal—to the exclusion of all others, which grows into a strong current and becomes a mighty river of spiritual power," Pravrajika explained.</span> <br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"In the early 1980s, when I was in Santa Barbara, Calif., a man named Tim used to frequent our bookstore. A period of time went by where we did not see Tim, and then one day I met him outside of our temple. He told me he had been diagnosed with AIDS, at a time when it was a social death far before a physical one. He began to come to our temple, and we watched Tim over a painful three-year transition. Every day became precious for him. He had received Mantra initiation, and told me that his disease had become his teacher. He lost all his friends and was abused in the hospital when being treated. At the end of his life, he began to visit the temple once a week, twice, thrice, and then once a day. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">On the last day of his life, I went to visit him in the hospital, where he was abused again. The stench in his room was overwhelming and there were syringes and bloodstained pads everywhere. The nurses had neglected him. Tim was in a semiconscious state, he was in pain as though his soul was yearning for God. It is a Hindu custom to bring Ganges water from the sacred river. My senior sister told him that the Lord had come to take him, as he opened his mouth to receive the Ganges water. We began to chant the name of God, Tim's chosen ideal, aloud. Minutes passed and suddenly we saw Tim's mouth moving—he was silently chanting with us. Suddenly, from a semiconscious state, he lifted himself up and turned to face us with eyes that could not see, but his face was wreathed in a blissful smile. He was at peace."</span><br /><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The director of Pastoral Care at BUMC, Mike Mullender, PhD, BCC, presented the Cultural Hero Award recipients. This special highlight recognized staff members who were nominated after meeting specific criteria, such as helping to advance cross-cultural understanding in their own service line, helping their floor or unit to be more welcoming to people of various cultures and faiths, advocating for an individual patient to make a significant difference in that life, and showing an appreciation and a lifelong commitment to learning about cross-cultural issues. The award recipients included:</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My friend and sister in Christ, Joanne has a wonderful way of encouraging all of us to know that what we do about our circumstances, how we respond to them is a matter of choice. She is a wise woman. Misery lives in that dark, soul-less place where our lives are justified only in terms of the things that others or circumstances "made us do."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">In the meantime, be forgiving of your mistakes. Don't take them personally. Like a musician with great potential, you can hear the way your life is supposed to be sounding, and it is discouraging to hear how far you are from making your life sound like that. Keep working at it. Make a project of it. Expect to make bad decisions, but resolve, right now, never to lose the lessons that are in your mistakes. And if I may say so, try surrendering your efforts to God's loving care. I think that may make the greatest difference of all. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">1. a female dog:</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">"The bitch won first place in the sporting dogs category."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">2. a female of canines generally.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">3. Slang: a malicious, unpleasant, selfish person, especially a woman.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">a lewd woman. Disparaging and Offensive: any woman.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">4. Slang: a person who is submissive or subservient to someone, usually in a humiliating way:</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">For some reason unkown to me, I've been thinking about my personal history with this word. When I was a child it seemed mysterious and more than a little threatening. It was not a word I heard often, certainly not in my immediate family. When I did hear it came rolling like a thundercloud, a portent of violence. Somehow I associated it with a strange woman's battered face, a drunk male's heavy breath. I've never been able to shake that association. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">In my extended family and in church, and most of all in books I read, the word invariably referred to a female dog, usually hunting dogs or coon hounds. It was spoken in a matter-of-fact tone, often mixed with notes of affection or pride. "That bitch will hunt 'till she drops if you let her. She won't back down from anything."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Linda and I share our home with a bitch these days by the name of Noelle. She was the bravest, most loyal mother any puppy could ever want. It is clear that someone beat her cruelly when she was a pup- she cringes instinctively when a hand occupies a certain space above her head.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Noelle can also present a frightening demeanor. She has scared the pants off of our pool guy and assorted other people on more than one occasion, backing them into corners and holding them at bay. Yet she has never bitten anyone that I know of. On a few occasions early in our relationship, when she was protecting her puppies, she took my hand in her mouth and held it there while snarling at me, but never so much as broke the skin. I look at her some days and marvel. I love that bitch. She gives the title honor, depth, intelligence, dignity.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I don't like to hear the term thrown around the way it is these days. I realize it is mostly a cultural thing, but I have to tell you a part of me instinctively reacts to the person flinging that word as though they were displaying an embarrasing ignorance about life, about the world and their place in it. Perhaps that reaction is just another form of prejudice, but there it is.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Maybe a bitch is just an assertive woman, or a subservient man, or a verb meaning to complain. Maybe a bitch is just a female you hang out with, one of the gang. But I know first-hand that word still carries a dark, shameful mystery at its heart. It still predicts battered faces, children staring in confusion and horror at thundering hateful drunkenness that wants to reduce a female to a battered rag of bleeding submission.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">And I know some bitches are beautiful females with hearts that won't quit on the ones they love, no matter how many times they are battered. I know some bitches who are unbowed by words or blows or heartache. And they all deserve so much more. I pray with all my heart that God gives them love, and support, and a way out of the dark corners in which they find themselves.</span></div>
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My favorite song about the United States of America is America the Beautiful. It is my favorite because of this single verse, which has become an oft-repeated prayer of mine for this country. I have many friends and more enemies who think I am a hopeless, idiotic romantic when I express my hope in these terms. No one seems to think this country can become what, in many ways, it has never really been, not for all of its citizens at one time. </span><div>
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Gracenwilkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10337378247338668014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240508785137616897.post-74353600333011260722015-04-29T15:00:00.000-05:002016-11-01T11:04:24.158-05:00In Place of Despair, A Song<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">“The canary began to sing again. The sun had struck it, and its throat and tiny breast had filled with song. Francis gazed at it for a long time, not speaking, his mouth hanging half opened, his eyes dimmed with tears.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"The canary is like man's soul," he whispered finally. "It sees bars round it, but instead of despairing, it sings. It sings, and wait and see, Brother Leo: one day its song shall break the bars.”<br /> </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></blockquote>
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Gracenwilkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10337378247338668014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240508785137616897.post-59125442115728500612015-04-27T22:24:00.003-05:002016-11-01T11:04:24.100-05:00Dreading the Next Political Season? Parker Palmer Has a Tonic for Your Heart<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Parker Palmer is a man with one good idea. In many ways he reminds me of my father, who was a remarkable preacher day in and day out, but who also had a song in him. Every now and then my mother or one of the deacons who had heard him in times past would press him to sing a "special," as it is called in my religious tradition. So Dad would eventually acquiesce and mount the dais to sing. He never varied in his choice of sacred music. Every special I ever recall hearing him sing was the same. "How Great Thou Art." He sang it well, not perfectly, but his heart was in it and I loved hearing him sing that song.<br /><br />And so goes Parker Palmer. His one great special sung over and over again is his song of the Quaker meeting. He wants to take the genius of that gathering out of the meeting house and into the streets, to executive offices, board rooms and places of business and even, as he so ably does with this book, into the public square. <br /><br />Palmer quietly but passionately tells and retells the story of a meeting of equals, of those who are endeavoring to become true friends as they observe the Gospel Order. He witnesses to a determined faith in a process that will not run ahead of nor lag behind the guidance of God's Spirit and that of one's friends. <br /><br />Palmer's song is worth singing over and over again. Never mind that the basic structure is simple, because it is also profound. This Quaker convert who discovered the genius of a spiritual process devoted to listening deeply to one another, eschewing pat answers and quick fixes, refusing to be satisfied with premature foreclosure, really has discovered something rare but much needed in our modern world.<br /><br />Palmer fashions a strong lodgepole for this book by means of his development of a central metaphor. He compares our experiences of having our hearts broken into pieces due to our disappointments in the political process with the alternative possibility that our hearts might be broken open to redeemptive and restorative experiences by those same disappointments. Palmer suggests that the current focus on winning and losing leads us in precisely the wrong direction. Instead, he beckons us to take our experiences of bitter defeat and unsatisfying victories and to use them as touchstones to deepen our understanding of ourselves and our political enemies. In Karen Horney's apt terminology, Palmer is helping us to let go of our reactionary instinct to constantly move against one another so that we can move toward each other in genuine dialogue.<br /><br />Palmer's exposition of De Tocqueville's book, Democracy in America, is one of the most thoughtful and revealing essays I've read on this subject. Palmer manages to turn what I imagined would be a boring rehash of one of the most quoted books on U.S.-style democracy and turned it into a lesson in thoughtful and informative exposition. I listened to this section several times over, so delighted was I with the insights he brought to the text.<br /><br />Perhaps the most boring part for me was the section on education, if for no other reason than the fact that I've read literally dozens if not hundreds of papers on this aspect of Palmer's thought. He is an educator and so it is to be expected that he would include a section on education, but I did not find new ideas here, just what felt like an obligatory attempt to address something he's already covered in great detail elsewhere.<br /><br />All in all, however, I came away from listening to Healing the Heart of Democracy with something that felt very much like genuine healing for my heart. Like my father's special, Palmer inspired me, comforted me with familiar themes and reminded me of the beauty that can guide each of us through the perils of this dark political quagmire through which we are toiling</span>.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Witnessing the suffering QT and his family have been made to endure has shaken my belief in one of the dearest rituals of democracy I have engaged in, the pledge of allegiance. Since I was a child I have treasured the moment of taking the pledge a thousand times in classrooms, on football and baseball fields, and at civic events. Thinking of it now brings back sense-memories of hot summer breezes, purple horizons brought about by setting suns, freshly mown grass and most of all the physically palpable sense of belonging to a community that stretches from "sea to shining sea."</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My friends' experience, however, makes it very hard for me to believe in the pledge of allegiance nowadays. The fact that some people are livid about the slight possiblity that "One nation under God" may get taken out of the pledge makes me want to laugh. And to cry.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Because EVERY TIME we mouth that false promise we are condemning ourselves for our failure to dedicate ourselves to liberty and justice for every human being, so help us God. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"The day the verdict was gonna be handed down I remember it so clearly that I got on my knees in my cell and I said "God you know the truth, I know I have done alot of things wrong in my life.. I'm not perfect but you know that I am not guilty of this but if this is where you want me to be send me I will go".. I remember seeing all of my family there and Santos family and friends there too.. Sometimes people ask me if Im angry, if Im mad, is there hate in me . . . I thank God for my family and friends who have stayed on their knees, praying not only for me but for the family of Santos Gauna (the murder victim), because I know I serve a God who is just."</span></blockquote>
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“We need the tonic of wildness—to wade sometimes in marshes where the bittern and the meadow-hen lurk, and hear the booming of the snipe; to smell the whispering sedge where only some wilder and more solitary fowl builds her nest, and the mink crawls with its belly close to the ground. At the same time that we are earnest to explore and learn all things, we require that all things be mysterious and unexplorable, that land and sea be infinitely wild, unsurveyed and unfathomed by us because unfathomable. We can never have enough of nature.”</blockquote>
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<span style="font-size: small;">– Henry David Thoreau, American author, poet, philosopher, abolitionist, naturalist, tax resister, development critic, surveyor, and historian</span></blockquote>
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Gracenwilkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10337378247338668014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240508785137616897.post-16451145848760720852015-04-22T08:30:00.000-05:002016-11-01T11:04:23.917-05:00Give A Little Bit<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /><br />"Linda and I have often talked about how grateful we are to give to our government at tax time. I don't agree with lots of things the government does- separating children from their families in border detention centers, giving handouts to robber barons while denying basic necessities to the people on whose backs this country was built and spying on its own citizens being chief among them.<br /><br />HOWEVER, I've made a covenant to live in this place with my fellow citizens and as far as I'm concerned, everything I can do to keep the roads paved, to get food to families who need it, to see that the soldiers who protect me and my family at least get something to help them with the basics of life, and to fund education for the people who will be making decisions for me when I am in a nursing home- EVERYTHING I can do to make those and many other things possible comes to me as a sacred privilege.<br /><br />I believe it enlarges my heart and makes me a better patriot. There is so much more to be doing beyond that- way more than enough work to go around- but I refuse to complain when Uncle Sam taps me on the shoulder and tells me that it is time to contribute.<br /><br />I'll take the good with the bad until the day I am convinced there is no hope, then I'll move on to some place where I think I can do some good, but until that day comes, I am more than happy to give.</span><br />
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Gracenwilkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10337378247338668014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240508785137616897.post-56812954187695590332015-04-21T11:00:00.000-05:002016-11-01T11:04:24.036-05:00The Courage to Be<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Amy Culley has worked as a nurse at Baylor Scott & White Health for more than 10 years. More than two years ago, she received the worst news of her life. At age 38, she was diagnosed with stage IV colon cancer. Since that time, she has become a passionate advocate for supportive and palliative care and encouraged us to help her spread the word about how life-changing these services are for people like her with life-limiting or chronic illnesses.<br /><br />Read more about Amy and her campaign to spread hope at <a href="http://scrubbing.in/amy-culley-isnt-dying-shes-living/">Baylor Scott & White Health's Scrubbing In blog.</a></span><br />
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“So it is no surprise that Jewish teaching includes frequent reminders of the importance of a broken-open heart, as in this Hasidic tale: A disciple asks the rebbe: “Why does Torah tell us to ‘place these words upon your hearts’? Why does it not tell us to place these holy words in our hearts?” The rebbe answers: “It is because as we are, our hearts are closed, and we cannot place the holy words in our hearts. So we place them on top of our hearts. And there they stay until, one day, the heart breaks and the words fall in.”38” <br /><br />― Parker J. Palmer, Healing the Heart of Democracy: The Courage to Create a Politics Worthy of the Human Spirit</span><br />
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Gracenwilkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10337378247338668014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240508785137616897.post-42469430661579362822015-04-19T08:30:00.000-05:002016-11-01T11:04:23.965-05:00Bidden or Unbidden . . .<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /><br />“St. Teresa of Avila wrote: 'All difficulties in prayer can be traced to one cause: praying as if God were absent.' This is the conviction that we bring with us from early childhood and apply to everyday life and to our lives in general. It gets stronger as we grow up, unless we are touched by the Gospel and begin the spiritual journey. This journey is a process of dismantling the monumental illusion that God is distant or absent.” </span><div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, 'lucida grande', sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">Into indifferent lives, or into any future; </span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #141823; display: inline; font-family: helvetica, arial, 'lucida grande', sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><br />You are not the same people who left that station<br />Or who will arrive at any terminus,<br />While the narrowing rails slide together behind you;<br />And on the deck of the drumming liner<br />Watching the furrow that widens behind you,<br />You shall not think 'the past is finished'<br />Or 'the future is before us'.<br />At nightfall, in the rigging and the aerial,<br />Is a voice descanting (though not to the ear,<br />The murmuring shell of time, and not in any language)<br /><br />Fare forward, you who think that you are voyaging;<br />You are not those who saw the harbour<br />Receding, or those who will disembark.<br />Here between the hither and the farther shore<br />While time is withdrawn, consider the future<br />And the past with an equal mind.<br />At the moment which is not of action or inaction<br />You can receive this: "on whatever sphere of being<br />The mind of man may be intent<br />At the time of death" - that is the one action<br />(And the time of death is every moment)<br />Which will fructify in the lives of others:<br />And do not think of the fruit of action.<br />Fare Forward.<br /><br />O voyagers, O seamen,<br />You who came to port, and you whose bodies<br />Will suffer the trial and judgement of the sea,<br />Or whatever event, this is your real destination."<br />So Krishna, as when he admonished Arjuna<br />On the field of battle.<br />Not fare well,<br />But fare forward, voyagers.<br /><br />~ T.S. Eliot ~<br /><br />(Collected Poems)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The poet Samuel Hazo once remarked on the instinctive ability children have to frame day-to-day life in poetic terms. He quoted one child who, after bouncing a ball, stated, “Look how I made that ball happy!” </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Another child observed the swirl of autumn leaves stirred by a passing car and exclaimed, “That car woke up all those leaves.” </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My favorite poem is by a Japanese boy fulfilling a school assignment. He wrote, </span><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I wet my bed today.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My father is angry with me,</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My sister won’t speak to me.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Everyone thinks I should be ashamed.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I’m not ashamed.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">In fact, I’m happy!</span></i></blockquote>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">These children all express ways of seeing life and of feeling about themselves that could be called wrong. We know that balls don’t feel, that leaves don’t sleep, and we may wish that all young children would approach the task of potty training with great seriousness. <br /><br />I want to suggest, however, that there may be a price to pay when we too zealously pursue an “adult” way of looking at the world. Or take for granted our adult emotional responses (or lack thereof) to certain situations. While genuine faith certainly requires all of our reasoning and intelligence, it also requires a devoted imagination. <br /><br />The Gospel encourages us to purposefully respond to life in ways that are often very different from what social and cultural conventions lead us to expect. <br /><br />The Apostle Paul begged us to "be not conformed to this current age, but be transformed by the renewing of your understanding . . ."<br /><br />Christ challenged us to become like little children, so that we might see the kingdom of heaven. We are also encouraged to respond to spiritual poverty, hunger, thirst and persecution as potential blessings, and to rejoice when we encounter difficult, character-testing circumstances in life. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />Applying the Gospel to our lives requires that we determine to lay aside our ideas and expectations of the world as we have been taught to see it. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The Holy Spirit is even now coaxing us to trust that God might have something different and infinitely better in mind for us than the rules that we have made up in our heads. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">That kind of faith has the power to create prophets and apostles. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Faith like that also sustains a legion of everyday heroes. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Like the executive who begins to treat her job as a God-given vocation, or the father who sees parenting as more than telling and teaching but who eagerly seeks to discover the ways his children are pointing him to the Kingdom of Heaven. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Or you, sitting there as you read this essay, pondering what it is that you could possibly be happy about in a week like the one you have been experiencing.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">How have you let the Spirit open your eyes and make your heart receptive to wonder and joy? Leave a comment!</span></div>
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They elbow their way into consciousness at unsuspecting moments. They grip memory by the throat, throttling it until memory turns purple, until hazy black dots swim in front of its eyes and a scream tries to force its way out of the pit of my stomach, only to remain lodged there like a white-hot rock that won’t go down and cannot come up.</div>
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Gracenwilkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10337378247338668014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240508785137616897.post-36544224187984550752014-10-13T20:34:00.000-05:002016-11-01T11:04:23.958-05:00The Illusion of Faith As Certainty<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Gracenwilkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10337378247338668014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240508785137616897.post-59206527331370105272014-08-24T13:30:00.000-05:002014-09-02T20:51:00.426-05:00An Epic Worthy of Its Name: Review of Jaya, an Illustrated Retelling of the Mahabharata<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Despite what GoodReads says, there is an audio version of Jaya by Devdutt Pattanaik and it is that version of the Pattanaik's illustrated retelling of the epic of India, the Mahabharata to which I listened.<br /><br />These are the bona fides that Penguin India, the publisher, offers for this work:<br /><br />"Devdutt Pattanaik seamlessly weaves into a single narrative plots from the Sanskrit classic as well as its many folk and regional variants, including the Pandavani of Chattisgarh, Gondhal of Maharashtra, Terukkuttu of Tamil Nadu, and Yakshagana of Karnataka. Richly illustrated with over 250 line drawings by the author, the 108 chapters abound with little-known details such as the names of the hundred Kauravas, the worship of Draupadi as a goddess in Tamil Nadu, the stories of Astika, Madhavi, Jaimini, Aravan and Barbareek, the Mahabharata version of the Shakuntalam and the Ramayana, and the dating of the war based on astronomical data."<br /><br />Pattanaik is assisted in his narration by a group of voice actors who go collectively by the name of Dramanon, "an English language theater group that operates out of three cities in India: Manipal, Bangalore and Hyderabad." The work done by these narrators was nonpareil, if you will allow me the conceit of using a word rarely employed. It befits the work done by these narrators. Careful listening was called for- Indian English has a much different inflection than what I am accustomed to- but it was well worth the extra attention. In fact, I would say that the extra effort to attend to the stories only enhanced my listening experience.<br /><br />Audio chapters were brief, each fitted to the particular story featured. Direct narration was interspersed with explanatory sections that offered additional commentary on historical and narrative background, the larger narrative context for each story, divergent versions of particular stories, religious implications and literary connections. I was impressed with the deftness with which commentary was both set off from and woven into the retelling without intruding into the larger story itself. "Masterful" is a word that comes to mind when I think of the competence manifested in this dimension.<br /><br />This was my first interaction with the text of the Mahabharata, so I cannot comment on the faithfulness of this version to the original text. One reviewer on Goodreads states that Jaya did not give adequate attention and exposure to the individual tales leading up to the climactic conflict at Kurukshetra. I can say that at 11:49 hours of listening and as a beginner coming to this text for the first time, I was more than satisfied and challenged by the length and breadth of the stories.<br /><br />The pace, intensity and epic vision of the narration progresses from one story to the next. Jaya begins with seemingly trivial stories that build upon one another layer by layer with a kind of symphonic effect so that when Jaya reaches its climax and begins the descent into more reflective passages, the very structure and rhythm of the tale serves to draw one into an experience of the grand doctrines and transcendant vision of time and eternity that lies at the heart of the Mahabharata. It is a magnificent work that, at least for me, powerfully fulfilled the characteristic of all great literature- not merely to TELL the tale but to invite the listener into an experience of the timeless truths to which the story is a witness.<br /><br />I was particularly moved by the Bhagavad Gita, or Krishna's song to Arjuna just before the battle of Kurukshetra, and by Yudistara's experiences at the end of the tale, when he learns one last profound lesson about himself and the nature of forgiveness. I had read the Gita before, but out of context of the larger story and without benefit of Pattanaik's translation, the real depth and pathos of the song was lost on me. <br /><br />As a Christian listening to a sacred text from another tradition, I found so much with which to identify here and from which to take encouragement for my journey with Christ. I must say that at this age I am not inclined to quarrel with the differences that I found in this text and in my experience of Christ and the gospels. There is plenty with which one could argue, if debate were the only purpose in reading. However, my effort in reading the sacred texts of other religious traditions was simply that of a person of faith who lives in a world that is increasingly challenging me to to adequately understand just what the experiences of so many other people of faith happen to be, if only to converse more intelligently with them.<br /><br />However, what I find incredibly affirming- miraculous even- were powerfully presented themes like those of God's incarnating himself in the world to save the world and restore the balance of good; the importance of self sacrifice; the tragic consequences of sin as well as the profound power that love of others can have; the necessity of real devotion to righteousness as opposed to the destructiveness of obsessive preoccupation with rules and rituals; and the ultimate realization that one's life lies within the context of a greater wisdom that urges us toward constant self-examination and spiritual growth. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">All of these themes were highlighted with unusual force and intensity, in part perhaps because they were cradled within narrative settings that were unfamiliar to my North American Western Christian sensibilities. More to the point, though, I experienced the power of these stories because of their authentic witness to human experience and to our experiences of the divine. They testify to a phenomenon I learned in Divinity School to call by the term "general revelation," that is, the idea that God has made certain truths known to all human beings in every culture and across the span of history. In my reading of Jaya, I found out just how powerful, insightful and deeply life-affirming general revelation can be.<br /><br />I don't have any real criticisms of this book, only profound gratitude for the opportunity to have engaged and to have been engaged by its stories.</span><br />
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Gracenwilkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10337378247338668014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240508785137616897.post-25620001843140458012014-08-12T17:14:00.000-05:002016-11-01T11:04:23.941-05:00The Burdens We Carry: Honoring Robin Williams<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I see so many people on FaceBook posting a heartfelt piece of wisdom that goes something like, "Treat everyone with kindness because you never know what burdens they are carrying." </span><br />
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Gracenwilkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10337378247338668014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240508785137616897.post-63753251144350569422014-08-09T21:06:00.001-05:002016-11-01T11:04:24.125-05:00Defending the God Who Isn't There: David Bentley Hart on The Experience of God<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">This was one of the most exasperating books on the existence of God I have ever read. It was also one of the most enjoyable. My exasperation resulted from Hart's boringly repetitious variations on the assertion that his intellectual opponents are idiots and any minimally intelligent person will of course agree with him and the intellectual proofs that he endorses.<br /><br />I hate it when militant atheists try to shovel horse manure on that basis and hate it even more when theists like Hart do the same. It is embarrassing in the extreme to have that old canard trotted out. Reasonable, highly intelligent individuals have taken positions on both sides of the God debate for millenia--- literally millenia. To say that only idiots believe or don't believe has been proven beyond doubt to be the most brainless assertion that anyone can attempt to foist upon his or her fellow human beings. <br /><br />However, when Hart is not succumbing to fits of hubris he provides incisive critique of the God debate in general- namely that neither side can be accused of actually talking about God at all. Militant atheists continually trot out some variation of the bearded man in the sky as their definition of God and proceed to flail away at a God that is, by definition, NOT God at all and one that only cursory examination of the best arguments for the existence of God proves to be, well, nonexistent. Fundamentalist apologists in the meantime, obediently fling themselves into the fray to defend a God that does not exist. Hart's clarification of the classical statements by each of the great theistic traditions rescues the conversation and reminds us of what the best arguments for God have been asserting all along. <br /><br />Hart develops his thesis by examining three basic arguments for the existence of God as he restates the philosophical and theological explanations of God as ground and source of all being (in whom we live and move and have our being), not as a demiurge or being like other created beings, but as the source of being itself. He then addresses the phenomenon of consciousness to point to the fact that reductionist materialist assertions about human existence as well as the existence of God fail to adequately account for the most ubiquitous experience that we know, namely consciousness. Lastly he appeals to the experience of bliss- not in a narrow hedonistic sense of the word but more in the line of Aristotle's concept of eudaimonia- the highest order of satisfaction and functioning available to human beings- to point to the transcendent nature of human experience as it relates to the ground and source of all that we are- namely, God. You'll have to read Hart's book to decide for yourself whether he makes these arguments in as compelling a fashion as I believe he did. <br /><br />What Hart does NOT do in the Experience of God is to either prove the existence of God or give attention to the validity of Christianity as the unique and final revelation of God's activity among human beings. <br /><br />Insofar as proving the existence of God I enthusiastically agree with Hart's approach because attempts to "prove" God exists all lead to the same spiritual dead end. For Christians the definitive statement is this- "The just shall live by faith (Romans 1:17)." Alvin Plantinga develops much more fully the ideas of "warrants" for belief in God- roughly that belief in God is an imminently plausible and justifiable (as well as justifying) concept and that faith is a special category of knowing available to all human beings.<br /><br />The closest Hart comes to connecting his arguments for belief in God to his practice of the Christian faith is to point to the scientific validity of personal experience as a category of knowing (see above for my reference to Plantinga's argument for this category of knowing). By extension Hart points to the contemplative experience of God as one means of confirming God's existence in one's life. </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I have to admit that I did not really pay attention to this last until I read the sharp critique offered by <a href="http://www.newrepublic.com/article/117393/david-bentley-harts-experience-god-isnt-must-read-atheist">Jerry A. Coyne in The National Review</a>. To paraphrase the critic's objection, Hart seems to be challenging the critic to engage in arduous testing and diligent personal experimentation to prove God's existence. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">If God really exists, Coyne complains, why do we have to work so hard to "find" him? </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />I "found" myself reacting to his complaint with the following questions, "You mean you see it as unreasonable to ask you to apply the same disciplined and persistent inquiry that Edison did to the development of electricity? Or perhaps the same self-sacrifice displayed by Curie in her research on radiation? Or Salk, Einstein, Hawking, and on and on and on? It seems that scientific diligence and dedication is, at least for this one critic, extended to anything BUT the question of God. THAT question must have an easy answer that requires no discipline or dedication to understand, and if it cannot be known so easily, then the experiences of those millions of individuals who have engaged that kind of effort must be completely invalid. <br /><br />Hart's book is not going to convince many committed atheists to become theists but my good hope is that it may challenge theists to apply greater discipline to their thinking about God and to their efforts to realize God's presence in their lives. <br /><br />The very best preaching and theological teaching I've heard over my lifetime has pointed to the same human tendency among those of us who think of ourselves as faithful. What we often revere is something much less than the God who is calling us to live in dedicated and humble relationship to that One in whom we live and move and have our being.<br /></span></div>
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Gracenwilkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10337378247338668014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240508785137616897.post-19571748845776807712014-05-13T22:29:00.000-05:002016-11-01T11:04:23.925-05:00Be The Revolution<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Gracenwilkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10337378247338668014noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240508785137616897.post-7049204628101458292014-04-23T08:30:00.000-05:002016-11-01T11:04:24.135-05:00The Untamed God<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Caveat Lector, dear companion. I have the feeling that you are either about to take the ride with me or you’ll be bailing out of this essay pretty quickly. I wouldn’t blame you if you did the latter, because I am going to write some things that I don’t really understand myself. I just need to put them down to see what I think about them. If I am lucky you may stick around to help me think things through. <br /><br />What I have been pondering, certainly not for the first time, is a subject that I have come to think of as the persistent and highly misunderstood form of inter-species communication that occurs anytime a human being makes a connection with God. I am convinced that what we THINK is happening when we commune with the Divine is almost certainly not what is, in fact, happening.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The first idea with which I have wrestled for quite some time has to do with our persistent human tendency to make everything that is not human over into our own image, a habit sometimes referred to as anthropomorphizing. We believers in God hear a lot about it from our atheist and agnostic friends, and frankly I am sure that they are mostly right in this regard. Put another way, I think that particular criticism actually reflects an unmistakable and oft-repeated biblical criticism of bad religion. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"For My thoughts are not your thoughts, nor are your ways my ways," declares the LORD. "For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts (are higher) than your thoughts.” Isaiah 55:8, 9</span></blockquote>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Too many times we attempt to make God over into a comfortable and only comforting caricature of the Divine. I have come to believe that this tenacious habit is in reality a sign of my doubt and disbelief, not a symptom of faith, because while God is certainly personal, God cannot be construed by any stretch of biblical authority to be human.<br /><br />The first sign of this is that as Creator, God claims complete responsibility for the universe in which we live.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">28 “Hath the rain a father? Or who hath begotten the drops of dew?<br />29 Out of whose womb came the ice? And the hoary frost of heaven, who hath engendered it?<br />30 The waters are hid as with a stone, and the face of the deep is frozen.<br />31 “Canst thou bind the sweet influences of Pleiades, or loose the bands of Orion?<br />32 Canst thou bring forth Mazzaroth in his season? Or canst thou guide Arcturus with his sons?<br />33 Knowest thou the ordinances of heaven? Canst thou set the dominion thereof over the earth?<br />34 “Canst thou lift up thy voice to the clouds, that abundance of waters may cover thee?<br />35 Canst thou send lightnings that they may go and say unto thee, ‘Here we are’?<br />36 Who hath put wisdom in the inward parts, or who hath given understanding to the heart?<br />37 Who can number the clouds by wisdom? Or who can stay the bottles of heaven,<br />38 when the dust groweth into hardness, and the clods cleave fast together? Job 38:28-38</span></blockquote>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">All of the phenomena named above are forces of nature. They are manifestations of creation that cannot be controlled by human beings. They are not lullabies that reassure us of God’s gentle demeanor, but harbingers of the untamed God, who is not subject to human desires and who does not pander to human emotion. <br /><br />This is not to say that God does not love us but that the God who loves us is of such immensity of power and purpose that we will not in this lifetime understand the Almighty. God’s discourse with Job stands to remind every would-be believer that genuine faith takes into account ALL of the deeds of the Almighty, not merely those which give us warm and fuzzy feelings. The decay side of existence, including its corrosive, destructive and dismembering realities, is also an expression of the Divine character. <br /><br />OK, well, that is enough for today. I’ll come back later this week to attempt one or two more ideas that seem to follow on from those I have stated above.<br /><br />In the meantime, what is your reaction to what I’ve written thus far? Leave a comment</span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">.</span><br />
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Gracenwilkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10337378247338668014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240508785137616897.post-42812602611316905862014-04-19T22:26:00.000-05:002016-11-01T11:04:23.985-05:00Do Not Abandon Yourselves to Despair . . .<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Gracenwilkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10337378247338668014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240508785137616897.post-58673245536426510722013-12-14T10:30:00.000-06:002016-11-01T11:04:24.050-05:00We Have Not Seen Mandela . . . One Last Tribute to Madiba<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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A South African chain store has laid on one of the most touching tributes to Nelson Mandela seen in the past week – and it was in the form of a flash mob.</div>
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Woolworths teamed up with the Soweto Gospel Choir, who posed as shoppers and store workers at the Parkview store in Johannesburg.</div>
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The choir then began an "impromtu" rendition of Asimbonanga [We have not seen him], singing:</div>
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<br />Asimbonanga [we have not seen him]<br />Asimbonang' uMandela thina [we have not seen Mandela]<br />Laph'ekhona [in the place where he is]<br />Laph'ehleli khona [in the place where he is kept]<br /><br />Asimbonanga<br />Asimbonang 'umfowethu thina [we have not seen our brother]<br />Laph'ekhona [in the place where he is]<br />Laph'wafela khona [in the place where he died]<br />Sithi: Hey, wena [We say: hey, you]<br />Hey, wena nawe [Hey, you and you]<br />Siyofika nini la' siyakhona [when will we arrive at our destination]</div>
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The song was written during Mandela's incarceration as a call for his freedom. </div>
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