Showing posts with label Christianity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Christianity. Show all posts

Sunday, July 25, 2010

In Bruges.


A ‘Christian’ God
My audacious comment about my notion of what God was not in a recent post has instigated farther exploration into my Christian perspective of what God is. And coincidentally, my earnest running of fingers across a row of books at Massolit Books stopped at publication entitled Divine Milieu, by Pierre Telhard de Chardin – A French philosopher and Jesuit Priest whose personal truths conflicted with some of the Catholic Church’s which resulted in some of his books being censured. I believe wholeheartedly that there is truth to the essence of Christianity and that the Bible holds much wisdom and insight into the phenomenology of man - incidentally also the title of Telhard’s primary book and latest addition to my reading list. I am just now delving into the irreplaceable ideas and experiences of a kindred seeker of the Christian persuasion. 

Justice
I have also relevantly been disconcerted with thoughts of justice and nature these past few days. I keep recalling a particular excerpt I watched on television back in Poland about the “plight” of a species bird (I don’t recall the name). The documentary goes something like this: When the mother leaves to find food for her newly born chicks, a snake encroaches on the nest. The mother returns to find the snake unhurriedly swallowing her chicks one by one. She remains there powerless to do anything about it. When the snake finishes and leaves, she enters the empty nest looking around bewildered that her chicks have vanished. She abandons her nest to search for another location to build another. She finds one, distinctly different from the previous: Vines with no branches for snakes to slither up on; She lays her eggs once again, and patiently watches for predators before leaving her eggs. A cuckoo cunningly watches from afar, and when mother is gone, lays a single egg in mother’s nest. It is slightly bigger than the rest, but mother does not spot the difference. She instinctively goes back to sitting on the eggs to keep them warm as if her own. Soon, the eggs hatch, and the imposter chick appear markedly different from the others. It is much bigger and darker than the rest, but mother is blind to this disparity and continues to feed it along with the others. Because the cuckoo bird is inherently self-seeking, it nudges the other baby chicks out of the nest and they fall to the ground helplessly to their deaths. Father and mother watch on perplexed but continue to feed the cuckoo as their own. I watch aghast at the injustice of this phenomenon of nature, yet I have to accept that this is what ‘is.’ Mothers’ chicks were food for snake and her maternal instincts fostered the “enemy’s” children - all perfectly natural to perpetuate the broader ecological cycle of nature. It is my own judgment that deems the action ‘unjust’ or ‘malicious’ even 'evil'. Yet any interference on my part would be to intrude on the natural order of things.

I remain baffled at the phenomena of nature and spontaneous self-imposed judgments, observing with renewed understanding that all the artificial and restrictive shackles that society has placed upon me are entirely mine to relinquish. 

Sunday, July 18, 2010

Auschwitz-Birkenau Death Camps.


Amber and I got up just past 5AM this morning to catch the 6:10AM train to Oschwiem (Auschwitz) station 1 hour and 40 minutes away - we like doing things the hard way y'see. Tour companies around tour were offering Auschwitz-Birkenau tours for 90-120 Zloty's (NZ$45-60) per person, but we agreed that we'd want to miss the hordes of tourists at the museum between 10AM-3PM. Besides, how much more adventurous is it to find our own way there! At Oschwiem station we took a short bus ride to the gates of the infamous death camp just before opening time, 8AM. Perfect! Only a handful of visitors were had the same idea, but probably arrived by private car. Finally, we had arrived at the much anticipated Auschwitz and Birkenau death camps where merely 65 years ago Nazi's murdered approximately 1.5 million people they considered 'inferior', mostly jews.


The ironic 'WORK GIVES FREEDOM' sign that marks 
the entrance of Auschwitz death camp.


As Amber and I sauntered upon the solemn ground of Auschwitz, we tacitly took separate directions to immerse ourselves completely with the experience. I ended up at the sole crematorium on this camp, converted from a bunker (photo on right). As I entered and walked through the dark and cold sequence of concrete rooms, I felt a waves of heaviness and prickly chilliness wash over me. Standing by a lit candle and bouquets of flowers, I became overcome with emotion thinking about the thousands who had perished around me. Bumblingly I tried to gather myself and make my way out of the cellar, flummoxed by the seriousness of my thoughts and how I should behave. An hour later, tourists begin to arrive en masse, and I was glad on the decision to come early. I would not have allowed myself to feel completely what I felt in that cellar with many people around me. 


Our tour group started at 930AM after a 15 minute screening of a relative documentary. We were assigned a very articulate and phlegmatic guide (my after-tour assessment) and I observed my negative involuntary judgements of how she was too unattractive and antagonistic to be a good tour guide.  

AUSCHWITZ


Taken on the outside of the double fence 
that border the death camp.

The main parade square where the Nazi's would conduct daily roll call. 
Prisoners would be made to stand here up to 12 hours a day whatever the weather. 
Not surprisingly, many died during from exhaustion and extreme temperatures. 
That small structure with the pointed roof in the middle was 
for the conducting officer during inclement weather.

Execution by firing squad was replaced with a single bullet through the back 
of the head because it happened so frequently, the Nazi's thought it 
was a waste of bullets.


Another form of torture/punishment, as our tour guide enacts out, 
is to have your hands tied behind your back and hoisted 
up to the point of shoulder dislocation.


On the shuttle bus that transported us from Auschwitz to Birkenau camp, I overheard someone asking another "How are you finding it?," and following it up with "Depressing, isn't it?" I recognized that her words were intended more to proliferate social conversation, and since I wasn't the recipient of her banter, it allowed deeper reflection into my feelings. I did not feel "depressed" per se. Rather, my experience was thought provoking, paticularly my thoughts about what 'God' is. How could a 'loving and merciful' god allow such a thing to happen to ordinary people? Musicians, teachers, doctors, artists, whose only "guilt" was their ethnicity? Auschwitz was hell on earth, and I can only imagine what these casualties went through. Death seemed like liberation! Any rational mind would refute a god sitting on a throne in heaven looking down upon us, granting us prayers on certain occasions where he deems fit; allowing us to come and join him in heaven only if we accept Him and no other gods; pleased when we do good works and frowning upon when we do 'bad.' Imagine my surprise to realize that however gullible and naive this belief seems, I glimpsed in a moment that essentially, that that was to some extent what I am/was (?) operating from. Even now I still sense fear in completely denouncing this view, even though my rational mind and feelings from the depths of my soul is convinced that this is false. What if I chose not to "accept" this God, and in the result spend an eternity in hell after I die!? However embarrassingly callow, this is essentially my understanding of Christianity. The tenets of vipassana seem overwhelmingly pragmatic to my sensibilities: 'Heaven' and 'hell' are states of mind you experience in the here and now; God is Not an old guy with a long white beard judging you in from some celestial throne; and you frantically running around like a lunatic with your arms in the air proclaiming his name at the top of your voice (be it Jesus, Allah or Krishna etcetera) is not going to get your ass into heaven.


BIRKENAU

View from the main tower and entrance of the larger Auschwitz II - Birkenau. 
75% of jews (those who couldn't do hard labour) who came through these gates were 
sent immediately to the gas chambers on the far end of these railway tracks.

Brick quarters that housed prisoners

English memorial plaque located between the two Nazi-demolished 
crematoriums in attempt to hide their war crimes.



"Those who cannot remember the past are doomed to repeat it."
                                                  -George Santayana