The Brick

A friend of mine in the Royal British Legion sent me this and I thought that it was too good to keep to myself.

“A young, successful  executive was travelling down a neighbourhood street, going a bit too fast in his new Jaguar. He was watching for kids darting out from between parked cars and slowed down when he thought he saw something.

As his car passed, no children appeared.  Instead, a brick smashed into the Jag’s side door!  He slammed on the brakes and backed the Jag back to the spot where the brick had been thrown.  Very angry, he jumped out of the car, grabbed the nearest kid and pushed him up against a parked car and shouted “What was that all about and who are you? Just what the heck are you doing? That’s a new car and that brick you threw is going to cost a lot of money.. Why  did you do it?”

The young boy was apologetic. “Please, mister….please, I’m sorry but I didn’t know what else to do,” he pleaded. “I threw the brick because no one else would stop…”  With tears dripping down his face and off his chin, the youth pointed to a spot just around a parked car. ‘It’s my brother” he said “he rolled off the curb and fell out of his wheelchair and I can’t lift him up.” Now sobbing, the boy asked the stunned executive, “Would you please help me get him back into his wheelchair? He’s hurt and he’s too heavy for me.”

Moved beyond words, the driver tried to swallow the rapidly swelling lump in his throat.  He hurriedly lifted the handicapped boy back into the wheelchair, then took out a linen handkerchief and dabbed at the fresh scrapes and cuts.  A quick look told him everything was going to be okay.  “Thank you and may God bless you” the grateful child said to the stranger.  Too shaken up for words, the man simply watched the boy push his wheelchair-bound brother down the sidewalk toward their home…

It was a long, slow walk back to the Jaguar. The damage was very noticeable, but the driver never bothered to repair the dented side door. He kept it there to remind him of this message: ‘Don’t go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at you to get your attention!’

 

 

 

Unity from Difference

“These days it seems to be difficult for Christians to openly wear crosses and Muslim women to wear hijab (head coverings)”. This comment was part of an Inter-Faith meeting with two speakers, a Christian Minister and a Muslim, where the topic was Community Cohesion. My flow through thought was “What about Muslim men and beards, or Jews and the Star of David or a Kippah (skull cap), or of course a Sikhs turban?”

My natural question is to ask “why is that difficult?” and “why should it be difficult?” The problem seems to be what each of those “symbols” represent ie: the religion of the wearer. So why should that be a problem? Well in my book, it needn’t be. What about respect for the beliefs of another whether that be in Religion or Humanism or Secularism? Surely what matters more is the relationship between one human being and another. At the heart of all sacred traditions the core values seem to be the same: love, kindness, generosity, forgiveness, truth, integrity, honesty and service. These can equally be the values of a non-believer whose aim in life is to help others and be a good person but without these being conducted under a particular “banner”.

When I commented to this effect, both speakers responded from a listening that had heard me say that Religion was the “root of all evil”. I later double-checked with someone and was assured I hadn’t. So having chosen not to pursue it further from the floor at the time, I approached the speakers individually afterwards and immediately both said they had realised as they were saying it, that it was not what I had said! One speaker had hoped I might correct her and the other said he was so used to hearing people offer that argument that he was already on the defensive. “So you were already listening for a criticism?” I said. “Yes” was the response.

Surely that experience is a microcosm of the bigger problem – interpretation. The tendency to listen only from our own framework, or to quote only from our belief system as if it were not only right, but the only truth. I believe that when people of “faith” begin to speak and listen from the space of humanity – one human being to another – it really won’t matter what someone believes in or is wearing, there will just be respect for a difference in approach and a core acceptance that at a much deeper and profound level, we are all as one.

In a disaster does a Christian stop and ask if the person with their leg hanging off is a Muslim? Or a Muslim ask if the person is Jewish? If they did, then I truly would not believe that there is hope for the world. But evidence of such situations thankfully tell a different story. Maybe we need more disasters to catapult us into the experience of compassion and service, where the religion of another is irrelevant. However, it would be good to think we might find a way to that path without drastic interventions. As an Interfaith Minister respecting all sacred traditions, I will continue to hold that vision in my heart.