It's a God Thing

People ask me all the time why I went to occupieda room filled with American Jews and Palestinian
Palestine-not just once-but five times since 2005 andMuslims. I was in awe of all of them as I prayed,
why do I care so much about such a small plot of real"Jesus Christ! Will you look at all these Muslims and
estate.Jews doing exactly what you commanded your
I reply, that I went the first time to meet a little boy offollowers must do; forgive, love and bless ones
Bethlehem who changed my life and to be theenemies. Imagine when all we Christians do it too!"
Christian delegate amongst the Palestinian and JewishIt was that fateful day that led me to travel two hours
co-founders of the Olive Trees foundation for Peace [every Tuesday afternoon for many months in order to
an interfaith non-profit dedicated to raising awarenesslisten and write down Dr. Diab's memoirs, with the
and funds to purchase trees to replace those thatintention that it would be for his grandchildren.
have been destroyed by The Wall.But, being an Irish story teller, dissident and spiritual
But, my last four trips to occupied Palestine werecreative, I had no control over the six fictional
driven by the fierce urgency of now and a sense ofcharacters that welled up within me and who began to
calling; to go-bear witness-and report about the lives ofconverse with Dr. Diab during the days that followed
regular people living under military occupation and toour Tuesday meetings. Not until I completed, KEEP
learn about and support the grass root efforts ofHOPE ALIVE did I even realize that my 'imaginary
Israeli, Palestinian and International nonviolent activistsfriends' also represented six different ways to intuit,
against the occupation of Palestine.love and serve God.
I also left hearth and home for occupied Palestine fiveKEEP HOPE ALIVE is also an historical fiction based
times because injustice anywhere reverberates allon the memoirs of a 1948 Palestinian Muslim refugee
over the world and American taxpayers are culpablewho became an American citizen with Top Secret
in where their money is laid down. Annually, over 3.2Clearance during the Cold War and founded the
billion USA tax dollars are sent to Israel to support thenon-profit interfaith Olive Trees Foundation for Peace
now 40 years of military occupation of the indigenousas a positive response to THAT DAY we call 9/11.
peoples of the Holy Land.Because of my connection to the OTFFP, I journeyed
It was at an Olive Trees Foundation for Peacethe first time to occupied territory in June 2005. I wrote
meeting, that I met a Catholic woman who showeddown everything I experienced, felt in my gut and
me a photo first published by the Florida Catholic inwondered about. I went places I had never imagined
2000; a photo that irrevocably changed my life.existed and I did things I never thought I would or could;
Photographer Debbie Hill, captured three year oldsuch as leaving Ramallah for Jerusalem late at night
George [it is his photo that adorns the banner of mywith a driver I did not know and who only spoke
website] of Beit Jala, a once peaceful Christian villageArabic.
a five minute car ride from downtown Bethlehem, theThat morning, I rode along with Dr. Diab and his driver
morning after the Israeli army destroyed his sanctuary.to Ramallah from Jerusalem, and witnessed the Wall in
Israeli forces had retaliated against a few hopelessfull frontal, brutal view. On my left was a thirty foot high
militants who had infiltrated George's neighborhood towall of concrete; on my right, only rows of bankrupt
snipe across the way into the illegal settlement/colonybusinesses.
of Gilo, about a mile from the top of the hill not far"Financed with U.S. aid at a cost of $1.5 million per mile,
from George's home.the Israeli wall prevents residents from receiving health
The shrapnel that blew apart the wall of George'scare and emergency medical services. In other areas,
bedroom read 'Made in USA ' and was delivered viathe barrier separates farmers from their olive groves
American made Apache helicopters.which have been their families' sole livelihood for
The second I saw George's eyes, in that photo, mygenerations." [Washington Report on Middle East
heart said "DO SOMETHING!"Affairs, Page 43, Jan/Feb. 2007]
What could I possibly do I wondered, but I did make aDr. Diab and I had an appointment at the Palestinian
copy of the photo, put it in a frame and placed it uponAuthority's compound, where Arafat is now buried.
the altar [a bar high table] in the upper room of myWe met with Rafiq Husseini, chief of staff to President
home. Dozens of times a day, I stop and gaze into theAbbas who informed us, "We have lost more than 1.1
eyes of that little boy of Bethlehem and wonder whatmillion fruit-bearing trees in Palestinian territories. Trees
it will take to end the insane cycle of violence in theare about food, the environment, and life. Ancient trees
Holy Land; which is in pieces-bantustans.have been demolished by tanks, and we thank the
When I met George for the first time in June 2005, IOlive Trees Foundation for Peace for addressing the
vowed to him that the rest of my life would beneed to replace them and rebuild the faith of our
dedicated to doing all I could to help bring about thepeople. Palestine has always been tolerant to people
end of the occupation of Palestine.of all religions. The Jews came here out of Spain along
Of course I had no clue as to what I would or couldwith many Arabs - and then came Zionism. When one
possibly do, or how much of an 'impossible mission' Iwants to take over another, war happens. President
had promised a little child of Bethlehem. But, everyAbbas is a very bad politician; he does not lie! He is
morning I wake up and wonder what I can do today inready to move on from the past. We have quit crying
the pursuit of peace and justice; equal human rights forover our losses; we must move on. Live and let live is
all, for that is the only way Israel will ever be secure.the motto of this administration. We can not carry on a
A month after my first return home from occupiedbattle; it must stop. Peace can only happen with peace,
territory, I put up my website and became a civiliannot force. President Abbas has promised, 'We will do
journalist; which is best understood as one who goeswhatever it takes to show the world we want peace.'
out of their comfort zone to report for the benefit ofWe need America to help us. The best thing would be
we the people, without orders or censorship fromfor Americans to come and see the truth of the
editors or paychecks from conglomerates.situation for themselves. I encourage Americans to
The first civilian journalist may well have been Rachelcome and see the Wall; it has nothing to do with
Corrie, the altruistic young American and volunteer withsecurity, but everything to do with grabbing water and
ISM/International Solidarity movement who was runmore land. When Americans understand the real
over and killed by the weight of a Caterpillar bulldozersituation, things will change for the better. The
in Gaza in 2003, four days before America bombedhumiliation at the checkpoints is beyond belief. It can
Baghdad.drive anyone to desperation. We condemn all
Rachel and other NONVIOLENT activists had spentterrorism, but resisting occupation is necessary."
hours protesting against the demolition of the home ofAfter that meeting, Dr. Diab set off for his home village
a pharmacist with five children in Gaza. The Corriein the Galilee and I explored Ramallah with a friend
family has sought but has yet to receive justice; anwho was born and lives there. Just before midnight,
open Congressional investigation and admission ofmy friend walked me through the checkpoint to where
accountability by the Caterpillar Company whichthe cabs waited. I cringed when I saw the
continues to reap profits from manufacturing productswatchtower's small window lit up, and I considered
that further the military occupation of Palestine.how easy it would be to be shot at and never see it
On February 7 2003, Rachel wrote:coming. The ground was rocky, uneven, and littered
"…no amount of reading, attendance atwith debris and the only light was from the moon.
conferences, documentary viewing and word ofMy friend bargained with a cabbie in Arabic and I
mouth could have prepared me for the reality of themarveled that I, who hated to fly before 9/11 and with
situation here. You just can't imagine it unless you seeabsolutely no sense of direction at all, who only speaks
it - and even then you are always well aware thatand understands English, was traveling alone through
your experience of it is not at all theoccupied territory without any fear at all.
reality…Nobody in my family has been shot,After two weeks of traveling through Israel Palestine
driving in their car, by a rocket launcher from a towerwith ten other Americans connected with the OTFFP, I
at the end of a major street in myremained alone in Jerusalem for the following three
hometown…When I leave for school or work Idays and once again, my life was irrevocably changed.
can be relatively certain that there will not be a heavilyOn the third Tuesday in June of 2005- six days before
armed soldier waiting…at a checkpoint with theI returned to the USA- after an excruciatingly painful
power to decide whether I can go about my business,day in Hebron, I crossed paths with Vanunu for the
and whether I can get home again when I'mfirst time.
done…I am in Rafah: a city of about 140,000In April 2005, two months before my first trip to
people, approximately 60% of whom are refugees -Jerusalem, I turned the TV on that had last been tuned
many of whom are twice or three times refugees.onto the History channel. They were broadcasting a
Today, as I walked on top of the rubble where homesshow called, "Sexpionage" all about Russian female
once stood, Egyptian soldiers called to me from thespies and one from the Mossad.
other side of the border, 'Go! Go!' because a tank wasThe very first clip that ran before my eyes was of
coming. And then waving and [asking] 'What's yourVanunu being transported to his closed door trial
name?'depicting his inspired move to write upon his palm:
"Something disturbing about this friendly curiosity. It"HIJACKED" and the Rome flight number he had been
reminded me of how much, to some degree, we areon. That was followed by a clip of Shimon Perez in
all kids curious about other kids. Egyptian kids shouting1986 stating that Israel would never be the first in the
at strange women wandering into the path of tanks.Mid East to possess nuclear weapons.
Palestinian kids shot from the tanks when they peakThen, a black and white photo of a bearded, unkempt
out from behind walls to see what's going on.and disheveled Vanunu filled the TV screen and I
International kids standing in front of tanks withthought his eyes looked just like George's of Beit Jala's,
banners. Israeli kids in the tanks anonymously -and again, I heard in my heart:
occasionally shouting and also occasionally waving -"Do Something!"
many forced to be here, many just aggressive -I did email Vanunu after that show to thank him for
shooting into the houses as we wanderwhat he had done in 1986 and to let him know that I
away…There is a great deal of concern hereand nine other Americans would be in his territory in
about the "reoccupation of Gaza". Gaza is reoccupiedtwo months and we would like to take him to dinner or
every day to various extents but I think the fear is thatlunch. But, just days before that trip, a Palestinian
the tanks will enter all the streets and remain hereAmerican warned me not to contact Vanunu as Israel
instead of entering some of the streets and thenhad denied him the right to speak to not just foreign
withdrawing after some hours or days to observe andmedia but also ordered him to not speak to any
shoot from the edges of the communities. If peopleforeigners at all.
aren't already thinking about the consequences of thisOnly because a friend from Ramallah happened to be
war for the people of the entire region then I hope youin Jerusalem on the third Tuesday in June 2005, and
will start."[1]invited me out to dinner, did I venture out again. I had no
It was the events of THAT DAY we call 9/11 toppedhunger for food after my day in Hebron but as we
off by President Bush's advice a few days later to wewalked towards the Old City and neared St. Georges
the people that we should all go shopping if weCathedral where Vanunu had been living, I asked my
wanted to help, that drove my curiosity to learn "aboutfriend if he knew about Vanunu. He recalled hearing
the consequences" of USA foreign policy in the Middleabout Vanunu's release from prison in 2004, but he did
East.not know Vanunu was a Christian who had grown up
Being a Christian, I also was driven by the need toin an Orthodox Jewish home but rejected the faith at
forgive, love and do good to my 'enemies' that led me14 years old.
to connect with the interfaith non-profit OTFFP/OliveAs we entered the courtyard, Vanunu was on his
Trees Foundation for Peace during the summer ofway out to a meeting and a few minutes difference
2003.and we would have missed him completely.
I connected with the OTFFP after reading two oped'sInstead I was startled by his physical presence, for I
published in the Orlando Sentinel written by thehad imagined Vanunu to be dark eyed and much taller
Palestinian Muslim and American Jewish Co-Foundersthan I at 5'4". Vanunu is not much taller or heavier than
of the OTFFP regarding the need for open dialogueI, but what knocked me for a loop were his light
that recognizes, respects and empathizes with thegreen-blue eyes that immediately reminded me of the
pain of the other; for when that happens, anyone ofeyes of an old woman I met in 1998, who irrevocably
good will, will be moved by compassion to dochanged my life.
something to alleviate the pain of the other.Her name was Bernice and I crossed paths with her
The OTFFP organization united American and Israelifor the first time just a few weeks after I began
Jews, Christians and Muslims after THAT DAY wevisiting someone at a local nursing home. As I walked
call 9/11 to literally extend the olive branch of peace todown the hallway, Bernice called out, "Help me. Help
all the cousins in Father Abraham's family in Israelme."
Palestine by providing the funds to purchase fruitI had been a registered nurse for twenty-five years
bearing trees on both sides of The Wall. So far, 30,000and when ever I hear someone ask for help, I am
have been rooted.compelled to do something, or at least try. All Bernice
After a few phone calls and emails to the OTFFPwanted was for me to change her position, for she
organization, I committed to attend a Sunday afternoonwas completely paralyzed. From a distance I thought
OTFFP meeting in south Orlando following the finalher eyes were dark, but as I approached her, I was
third of my first year of weekend retreats for studentsstartled at how light green-blue they were. That day
in a two year formation program for Spiritual Director's.was the beginning of my now ten year nursing home
During 2002-2003, I participated in a central Florida,ministry, and although I have no clue what color Jesus'
Episcopal-Methodist Formation Program for SDeyes may have been, in that moment, I sensed
Spiritual Director's/SD's. SD's are not counselors orexperienced the presence of The Other; that mystery
therapists, but are centered and prayerful people whowe call God, for lack of a better word. Crossing paths
have learned to listen with their hearts to any otherwith Bernice was the first time I had known a visceral,
speaking of their struggles with God.intuitive experience of the presence of God within
I knew going into the program that I would NOT beanother. It happened for the second time in the
hanging out a shingle as an SD, I was drawn to becourtyard of St. George's Cathedral in 2005, during the
there for the curriculum; studying the saints and variouschance crossing of paths with Vanunu, who inspired
ways of prayer. That is also when I began to writeme to do something I had not yet imagined I would or
creative spiritual literature.could.
But on a Sunday afternoon in the summer of 2003,During our third meeting, while Vanunu was telling me
after concluding my final weekend retreat I attendedabout growing up in Marrakech, Morocco he asked me
my first OTFFP meeting and my life was irrevocablyif I had ever seen the "Dorothy Day" movie, "The Man
changed, and it began that morning during a guidedwho Knew Too Much" for the beginning scenes were
meditation.shot where he grew up.
The workshop leader instructed my class to close ourHe meant to say Doris Day, but in that moment I
eyes and breathe deep and slow as she invited us torealized my childhood dream of being Brenda Starr
enter into a long corridor with many closed doors; andhad matured, for Vanunu's slip of the tongue was the
then, she went silent. Immediately, I imagined myselfcatalyst for me to begin to imagine following in the
skipping, jumping, dancing and running past miles offootsteps of Dorothy Day, the 20th century socialist
closed doors as I headed to the end of that longmuckraker who became a Christian and a voice for
corridor. I was aware of, but not interested in any ofthe voiceless in her newspaper The Catholic Worker,
the closed doors on my right and left. I headed straightwhich persists today.
ahead although it was a while before I saw theDorothy Day understood that, "Love is not the starving
enormous cathedral sized double doors at the veryof whole populations. Love is not the bombardment of
end of the hallway. As I approached the woodenopen cities. Love is not killing......Our manifesto is the
doors they slowly opened into the inner space and ISermon on the Mount, which means that we will try to
could see trees and mountains. After crossing thebe peacemakers."
threshold, I realized I stood upon a mountain top and IDuring my travels through occupied Palestine and after
could see for miles. There were people of every colorlistening with my heart to the people who shared their
and creed, in diverse dress and all were at rest and instories with me, I asked everyone, "How can I help?
peaceful harmony under those trees.What can I do to try to be a peacemaker?"
When the workshop leader interrupted my reverie, I didEveryone responded, "Tell our stories."
not want to leave that mountain top. I also had no clueDorothy Day and Rachel Corrie told the stories of the
if I had a glimpse of heaven or a possibility for thisoppressed. They both are dead, but as long as I can
world, but as I was on my way to meet some of thedo something and have breath, I too will tell the stories
Olive Trees for Peace people I thought that hadas I try to be a peacemaker by seeking justice; equal
something to do with my imaginative meditation.human rights for all, and persist to hope for the best.
I was the first to arrive at Dr. Diab's home for theMight you do something too.
meeting, and on that Sunday I was the only Christian in