Saturday, December 3, 2016

Give us this day our daily bread

Traditional Swiss holiday and Sunday
bread available in every bakery and
Supermarket. This one baked by Esther. 
“Give us this day our daily bread” from the Lord’s Prayer (Matt. 6:11), takes on a whole new meaning for me in the Swiss context. Perhaps it is true of all of Europe, but most of my experience comes from the German-speaking countries.

Normally when bread is eaten, it is the main feature of the meal. It is eaten with cheese and cold cuts and/or jams and other spreads like Nutella. And for many families, bread is the main part of both their breakfast and supper. I remember some students on their European cross-cultural programs complaining about how much bread they had to eat.

The main meal in Switzerland, which is at around noon, is very similar to dinner in the USA, with salad, meat and accompanying vegetables or pasta. Bread is almost never eaten during this meal. For many people in the USA, however, bread is often only an accompaniment, not the main part of the meal. Toast at breakfast with eggs or cereal; a sandwich at lunch where the bread holds together what we’d rather eat; buttered bread with jam eaten along our main meal at dinner. Bread is an accompaniment in each case, not the main part of the meal.

Because of how important bread is in the Swiss diet, there are bakeries everywhere. There are three of them within a 10-minute walk from our apartment, and 10 that I am aware of to serve the 5,500 inhabitants of the small town of Aarberg. They are the ONLY business open on Sundays. It is of utmost importance to have fresh bread available at all times. I am always surprised when we want to buy bread near closing time, how the most popular kinds are already sold out.

One of several shelves of bread at a local
supermarket. 
In addition, all grocery stores have a large bakery section, usually
baking their own breads. We have three such stores in our town. Recently, many larger grocery stores in the US feature delis with many European-style breads available. The only difference is that in Switzerland, there are NO shelves lined with loaves of spongy breads like in the USA.

Some modern versions of the Bible in English give a more general translation of this verse, like the NLT: “Give us today the food we need” or The Message: “Keep us alive with three square meals.” These definitely contemporize the meaning when bread is not the main staple of the day’s food, and are appropriate in English for the US American context. I was disappointed to find, however, that a popular German version does the same thing, rendering the verse something like “Give us again today what we need to live.” This is so general that it doesn’t even include food, unlike the modern English renderings.

Earlier I wrote a blog post on how this verse should be translated “Give us this day our daily tortilla” in the context of Mesoamerica (Central America and Mexico) because of how often they eat tortillas, and how important corn and tortillas are to their diet. In the context within which I now live, this verse in the Lord’s Prayer gives Jesus’ message much more significance. “Give us this day our daily bread.”  

Wednesday, November 2, 2016

Taizé, Gratitude and Peace

Sirens and flashing lights interrupted the calm of my evening walk. A fire truck and two ambulances whizzed past me, too close for comfort. What is going on? Is there a fire or some other emergency in my neighborhood? My nerves were set on edge. They shattered my pensive mood and seemed to underscore a day of frustration and disillusionment.

Facebook shouldn’t determine my mood, nor should I spend so much time following all the latest news on scandals and rebuttals currently afoot in our political scene. I thought I moved to Switzerland for a year to get away from all that commotion. Unlike the last year I spent here, where my only US news was through a 10-page printed newspaper, the Internet brings everything, both good and bad, right into my face. Trying to scroll through my news feed to only look at the pictures and engagement announcements only lasts so long. Avoidance is easier than carefully-planned moderation.

I was on my way to a Taizé service at the local church when my reverie was interrupted by the sirens. Along the way there were also festivities taking place in local restaurants, with raucous laughter and revelry. As we approached the church, bells began to toll to announce the service to the surrounding villagers. A cacophony of sounds was echoing through my head as I entered the church. I had gone to still my soul, but my mind was racing far ahead.

The altar centerpiece at our feet 
Upon stepping into the church I was immediately confronted with a quiet dimness. Although it was already dark outside before entering the church, this dimness was different. The only light visible was street lights filtering through the stained glass window at the front of the church, and candle lights illuminating the altar.

We gathered in a circle in complete silence, while the rest of the dozen or so people filtered in. On the floor in front of the semi-circle of worshipers was a circle formed by red and orange cloth. Inside the circle were two rows of tea candles which formed a cross. They formed the four cardinal points, fashioning a mandala symbol—a symbol of wholeness.

We sang, “Jesus remember me, as you come into your kingdom.” Suddenly the day was put into perspective. Then the leader read a poem by German Detlef Kranzmann Ich bin dankbar für die Steuern (I am thankful for taxes).

I am thankful:
. . . for the taxes I pay, because they mean I have a job and an income.
            . . . for the pants that are too tight, because it means I have enough to eat.
. . . for the mess that I have to clean up after a party, because it means I’ve been surrounded by loving people.
. . . for the grass that has to be mowed and the windows that have to be washed, because it means I have a place to call home.

He continues on, listing seven more mundane and ordinary things that normally get us worked up, when in fact they should make us grateful for how blessed we are.

We sang a few more contemplative songs and sat in silence for five minutes. The service ended with Moses’ benediction: “The Lord bless you and keep you. . . and give you peace.”

I left the church a changed man. The hubbub of whatever was ricocheting through my head was stilled. I had been given peace. On the walk home we ran into a neighbor. We asked her what all the commotion was about with the fire engine and the ambulances. “It was only a drill,” she said. “They do this near the beginning of every month to be prepared for a real emergency.” More peace. My soul had caught up with the rest of me.

Saturday, October 22, 2016

Where is your heart?

This article originally appeared in The Mennonite December 2012. Was reminded of this story through a discussion on Gelassenheit on a message board. Antonio embodied the Anabaptist concept of Gelassenheit better than anyone I know. 

(Name in the story changed for anonymity)
“For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.” Matthew 2:21 (NRSV)
“Oh, no, I couldn’t do that,” responded Antonio without hesitation when I proposed a plan for investing the hypothetical million dollars he would receive. I was surprised that he brought up the subject because money was seldom a topic of conversation for us. Especially not winning the lottery or being the recipient of someone’s generosity. “If I didn’t give the entire million away first day I received it,” he continued, “it would completely change the relationship I had with my church and with my neighbors. I would be too tempted to use the money on myself and become less dependent on God.”
The congregation in Mexico City
 where Antonio attends.
            Antonio, a close personal friend from a small, struggling
Mennonite congregation in northern Mexico City and I were having a discussion about his dream of receiving a million dollars for one day. He was telling me about the financial struggles of many of the members of his congregation and neighborhood. He was hoping to start a recreational outreach program in his community to give desperate youth an alternative to drugs, gangs and other illicit behavior. With a million dollars, he could help different agencies working with youth, establish his own agency, double the amount of medical caravans he could be involved in each year, and help the many needy people with whom he had contact.
I had what I thought was a superior plan for that million dollars and decided to challenge his plan with what I thought would make him a better steward. “In my country,” I said, “my financial advisors would tell me give half the money away as you propose, but then invest the rest so that the other half could keep on giving for many years.” It was after I identified this US American perspective on financial accountability that he responded as he did. “I would be too tempted to use the money on myself and become less dependent on God,” he stated with conviction. Not only would he become less dependent on God, but he sensed, probably correctly, that having that extra money at his disposal would change his relationship with his neighbors.
Antonio lived his life for service to others in the name of Jesus and not for accumulating for himself “treasures on earth, where moth and rust consume and where thieves break in and steal” (Matt. 6: 19, NRSV). He divided his normal days (although it could be argued that there were no normal days in his life) between his family business and his dental practice. His family business consisted of making specialty soaps in the garage of his house. He spent time during the morning overseeing this business, providing jobs for a number of unemployable neighbors and family members. In the afternoons, he saw patients at his dental practice which was housed several blocks away in the home of his mother. One would think that a dentist would earn enough money that no supplemental income would be needed. But Antonio was not your typical dentist. He sees many patients who cannot afford dental work. He does their care for a minimal fee, or for free. His dentist’s office is lined with before-and-after pictures of numerous children with extreme orthodontic issues, fixed by his handiwork. Many of these children were picked on in school and on the street because of their teeth. Few could afford the price of normal dental services, let alone the normally exorbitant costs of these special needs. Antonio’s skill and compassion for the poor changed all that.
He used the money from his home business to pay for the supplies he needed to fix the various dental problems that came to his office. In addition, he went on medical mission caravans every other month to some of the most rural parts of Mexico, giving free dental care to the people in the regions he visited. His home business helped finance these trips. He was not interested in accumulating personal wealth; he didn’t live in poverty, but he didn’t live in luxury either. He followed Jesus’ mandate to “store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust consumes and where thieves do not break in and steal” (Matt. 6:20, NRSV).
This different perspective on economics with which Antonio challenged me really brought me up short. I had prided myself on having a different perspective on money because of many years spent in Latin America learning from my brothers and sisters there. I thought I had integrated more of their reliance on God’s providence. In spite of those formative years, I was still strongly influenced by my US American culture—a culture that too often places more value on money than on relationships with other people or God. Jesus tells us in Matthew 6:21, “For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also” (NRSV). Other people and God; Antonio knows where his heart is.
Our national currency blatantly announces “In God We Trust.” Nearly everyone else in the world recognizes that most US Americans trust their green backs more than God. We are too often blind to that irony. Our bank statements, our retirement accounts, and how the stock markets are doing hold far more weight on how we feel about the future than our trust in God. My own solution to Antonio’s dream was half-baked. I wanted to trust God and give away half, but I also wanted to trust that the green backs would keep giving for many more years when there is no guarantee that they will—something that the financial meltdown of 2008 proved beyond a doubt. Other people with some hesitation, God with some reservation. Where is my heart?
Our lack of trust in God shows its demonic head in other ways as well. We accumulate “treasures on earth, where moth and rust consume and where thieves break in and steal” and go to great length to protect these treasures. “Though we often imagine that the accumulation of worldly goods makes us more secure,” writes Scott Bader-Saye in his book Following Jesus in a Culture of Fear, “. . . such accumulation tends to make us more afraid, since the more we have the more we have to lose.”[i] The more we have to lose, the more we spend to protect what we have. From elaborate security systems in our homes to spending more on our military budget than all other countries on earth combined (http://www.sipri.org/research/armaments/milex), we have misplaced our trust. Fear instead of trust in God; trust in what money can do to secure our possessions. Where is our heart?
Not only do we keep accumulating, but we think we deserve, or have earned what we have. “The attitude of entitlement saps us of our ability to give thanks, to receive the goods of life as gifts,”[ii] writes Bader-Saye. This sense of entitlement blinds us to the true provider of our wealth, and instead of being grateful for these good gifts, we use all means to hoard them and to protect them. We think we are “owners of our property rather than as stewards of God’s property.”[iii] It is no wonder that Jesus warned in Matthew 6: 24: “You cannot serve both God and money.” Our trust is misplaced. “For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.”
Antonio, and many other people who live in the developing South, truly show trust in God’s providence. They live the slogan “In God We Trust.” “Everything that comes their way is a gift from God; they are not burdened by a sense of entitlement,” writes Bader-Saye about a group of people he met in Uganda. “[E]ven in the midst of devastating circumstances, they find reason to give God thanks.”[iv] My own experience in rural villages and working-class neighborhoods of Latin America confirms this trust in God and sense of gratitude. Antonio is an exception because he could have easily chosen to get rich, accumulate possessions and become more “secure” with his dental practice. Instead, he has chosen a life of service to others and trust in God. As such he provides a model for us. We do not have to get caught up in the vicious cycle of accumulation, fear and paranoid protection of our possessions. We can learn from him to trust in God and our relationships with other people for our security.
In the end, neither Antonio nor I had to decide what to do with a million dollars and it’s unlikely we ever will. Neither he nor I buy lottery tickets or have relatives that could leave us a sizable inheritance. But through our discussion we learned to understand each other better across a cultural divide; something more valuable than the money we were discussing. We became more sure of where our heart is. Where is YOUR heart?


[i] Scott Bader-Saye, Following Jesus in a Culture of Fear (Brazos Press, 2007), p. 55.
[ii] Ibid, p. 58.
[iii] Ibid, p. 56.
[iv] Ibid, p. 58.