2014-04-01 Ron W. Nikkel (Prison Fellowship International)
I
need a home, but my boots keep goin'
Healing and peace that a fire could provide
A place to unburden my brain of its sorrow
First things first when you get to the fire
A rich man eats when he wishes
A poor man whenever he can…
I need the moon but the landlord needs money
The field of wildflowers that the stars could provide
A bird for my shoulder to fly through the rainbow
First things first when you get to the sky
A rich man eats when he wishes
A poor man whenever he can
(Excerpt from “Rich Man Poor Man” by Peter,
Paul, and Mary)
Given
a choice – you and I would rather be rich than poor wouldn’t we? By
rich, I’m not thinking multi-millionaire rich, but just rich enough so that we
would not have to be dependent on the help of other people, donors, friends,
family, or even the government. Like most people, I have also dreamt of
being independently wealthy so that I wouldn’t have to struggle to make ends
meet or constantly worry about the future.
Being wealthy is attractive, being poor is not. I’ve never met a poor
person who wouldn’t rather be rich, and I’ve never met a rich person who
really aspired to become poor. We are just not wired or inclined that way.
And yet poverty, excruciating poverty, subsistence living or even less is a
global reality. I will never forget my first face to face encounter with
deep poverty on my first visit to Chile during the Pinochet regime. I was
walking across 'Plaza de Armas' in the city center and was on my way to visit
the magnificent Metropolitan Cathedral of Santiago. Its’ neo classical
architecture conveys a grandeur surpassed only by the breath-taking beauty of
its stained glass windows, frescoes, and ornately gilded altars. Much as I
had looked forward to going inside, I just could not bring myself to do so.
Beside
the main entrance was a stooped, barefoot, old woman in rags carrying a grimy
faced infant on her back. Tears were trickling down the old woman’s wrinkled
face as she pitifully stretched out her worn hands pleading miserably for help.
It was the first time I had been confronted so personally by such abject
poverty. I could not pass her by to enter the cathedral, and I had nothing
to give in answer to her plight by expressing the pity I felt for her and the
grimy little baby. To this day I see their faces and relive the shock and
the sorrow I felt.
Several years after this I was traveling through India where the scale of
poverty was inescapable and beyond imagination – beyond the stuff of
nightmares. I cannot even begin to describe the endless scenes of human
suffering I encountered on the suffocating streets of Calcutta (Kolkata) and
Bombay (Mumbai). Across from my hotel I saw a feeble old man crouched and
spluttering amid the garbage in a gutter. He was a skeleton of rags
leaning against the bumper of a car. The driver of the car came, honked
his horn and yelled for the skeleton of a man to get out of his way. A
passing woman and young girl dragged the old man toward the sidewalk so the car
could move and he leaned feebly against the curb before falling into a
quivering, dying heap. Another man with one arm ripped out of its socket
leaving his shoulder just an oozing mass of ugly flesh tugged at my shirt with
his other hand as I left the hotel. Like countless other beggars he was
desperate for help – unashamed to through himself completely on the mercy,
compassion and generosity of strangers.
Very early one morning I went to visit Mother Theresa’s home for abandoned
babies and a place of refuge for vulnerable young children from the streets.
On the way I saw hundreds of people sleeping in the open alongside buildings or
simply sprawled on the bare concrete sidewalks. An entire family was
huddled underneath a pile of rags and dirty blankets. It was the only
place they had - their “home.” Many people were busy trying to wash
themselves in little grey pools of water at the gutters and under trickling
faucets beside the road while others were picking through reeking piles of
garbage scavenging for scraps of food. Near the entrance to Mother
Theresa’s home a young mother lay sprawled against a building, huddling her
baby in a thin piece of cloth on the bare cobblestone street. I wondered
if she would soon lose all hope and either trade her baby for survival or simply
abandon it on the doorstep of the home as so many others did.
For the desperately poor in India as in so many other countries life begins and
ends in the squalor of congested, filthy, inhospitable, misery. There is
no refuge, no reprieve from the demeaning clutches of poverty and total
dependence for everything in every way. I slowly found myself closing off
from the sights and sounds and smells of human agony; it was more than I could
bear, my weeping heart became detached from feeling the desperate pain of human
poverty. There was little I could do for them, and mostly I hoped and
prayed that such horrible poverty would never become my lot in life.
Material destitution is so terribly wasteful, indecent, and dehumanizing.
But then wealth can also be terribly and obscenely wasteful, indecent, and
dehumanizing. Although material wealth is often accompanied by a
different kind of misery than poverty is, I suspect that you, like I would still
prefer to be miserably wealthy than miserably poor. So why does Jesus seem
to elevate the condition of poverty by calling the poor blessed and not the
wealthy? Material destitution with its devastating effects on individuals,
families and communities is clearly not what Jesus had in mind when he called
the poor and the hungry “blessed” (Luke 6:20,
21); for he called on the wealthy to care generously for the poor as a way of
demonstrating their love for God.
The blessedness of poverty that Jesus commended lies in the simplicity of the
poor knowing that they are needy and dependent – they cannot help themselves
– they need somebody - and they are therefore more receptive to receiving help
from others and from God than are wealthy people who tend not to be acutely
aware of just how needy they really are. While the poor have no material
goods or gods to deliver them in times of distress, the wealthy tend to look
first to their own resources and trust their own means. For this reason
Jesus looks at the hearts of the poor and calls them blessed, not the wealthy.
Although wealth often appears to be a great blessing, it is far less a spiritual
blessing than the poverty of being deeply needy and dependent – open to help
from God. Wealth inevitably carries the blinding danger of feeling self
sufficient, unaware of being needy – of being independent without reliance on
God to provide our day to day practical sustenance, security, and survival.
Jesus
looked at his disciples and said:
“Blessed are you who are poor,
for yours is the kingdom of God.
Blessed are you who hunger now,
for you will be satisfied…
But woe to you who are rich,
for you have already received your comfort.
Woe to you who are well fed now,
for you will go hungry.” (Luke 6:20,21;
24,25)
The young man said to Him, "All these commands I have kept;
what am I still lacking?"
Jesus said to him, "If you wish to be complete,
go and sell your possessions and give to the poor,
and you shall have treasure in heaven;
and come, follow Me." (Matthew 19:20
ff)
Did not God choose the poor of this
world to be rich in faith and heirs of the kingdom which He promised to those
who love Him? (James 2:5)
Dear brothers and sisters,
may this Lenten season find the whole Church ready to bear witness to all
those who live in material, moral and spiritual destitution
the Gospel message of the merciful love of God our Father,
who is ready to embrace everyone in Christ.
We can do this to the extent that we imitate Christ
who became poor and enriched us by his poverty.
Lent is a fitting time for self-denial;
we would do well to ask ourselves what we can give up
in order to help and enrich others by our own poverty.
Let us not forget that real poverty hurts:
no self-denial is real without this dimension of penance.
I distrust a charity that costs nothing and
does not hurt. (Pope Francis)
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Ron Nikkel is President Emeritus of Prison
Fellowship International after having led served as the Chief
Executive for 32 years. Ron has traveled extensively meeting with
political leaders, criminal justice officials as well church and community
leaders in more than 140 countries. He holds the distinction of having
been in more prisons in more countries than any other person. Considered a
leading voice for Justice that leads to restoration and reconciliation, Ron is
in demand as a speaker on issues of justice and faith, justice and society.
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Love in a Broken World and Your
Journey with Jesus are available in print and Kindle
format through Amazon and Christian
Focus Publications
ARTICLES - Ron's articles frequently appear in the
Huffington Post and many can be found online at The
Huffington Post
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