30th Jul2010

A Sabbath Poem (Berry)

by FaithHouseManhattan

   MANIFESTO: THE MAD FARMER LIBERATION FRONT

~ by Wendell Berry

Love the quick profit, the annual raise,
vacation with pay. Want more
of everything ready-made. Be afraid
to know your neighbors and die.
And you will have a window in your head.
Not even your future will be a mystery
any more. Your mind will be punched in a card
and shut away in a little drawer.
When they want you to buy something
they will call you. When they want you
to die for profit they will let you know.
So, friends, every day do something
that won’t compute. Love the Lord.
Love the world. Work for nothing.
Take all that you have and be poor.
Love someone who does not deserve it.
Denounce the government and embrace
the flag. Hope to live in that free
republic for which it stands.
Give your approval to all you cannot
understand. Praise ignorance, for what man
has not encountered he has not destroyed.
Ask the questions that have no answers.
Invest in the millennium. Plant sequoias.
Say that your main crop is the forest
that you did not plant,
that you will not live to harvest.
Say that the leaves are harvested
when they have rotted into the mold.
Call that profit. Prophesy such returns.
Put your faith in the two inches of humus
that will build under the trees
every thousand years.
Listen to carrion—put your ear
close, and hear the faint chattering
of the songs that are to come.
Expect the end of the world. Laugh.
Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful
though you have considered all the facts.
So long as women do not go cheap
for power, please women more than men.
Ask yourself: Will this satisfy
a woman satisfied to bear a child?
Will this disturb the sleep
of a woman near to giving birth?
Go with your love to the fields.
Lie easy in the shade. Rest your head
in her lap. Swear allegiance
to what is nighest your thoughts.
As soon as the generals and politicos
can predict the motions of your mind,
lose it. Leave a sign
to mark a false trail, the way
you didn’t go. Be like the fox
who makes more tracks than necessary,
some in the wrong direction
Practice resurrection.

(from The Selected Poems of Wendell Berry, Counterpoint, 1998)

26th Jul2010

Risking More & Sooner

by FaithHouseManhattan

A Letter from Samir Selmanovic, Faith House Founder

It was on the first anniversary of 9/11 that I made an announcement to my family and friends: “I will risk more and sooner.” I was done with my religion as usual. It dawned on me that religious zealotry cannot be fought with indifference. Extremists feeding on prejudice, legislating exclusion, and resorting to violence cannot be prevailed upon with less passion from people like you and me. Telling them to “cool down” will do nothing at all. We must allow fires greater than theirs to arise. It is our passion for a whole and interdependent world that must rise above their passion for a segregated and zero-sum world. So, when I get intimidated, despondent, or exhausted in this struggle for interdependence, I sing to myself quietly and prayerfully with a chorus of voices all over the world, “We shall overcome.”

This risk taking led me to start Faith House Manhattan, along with my wife, daughters, and many of you. Faith House is only a part of a larger movement towards interdependence; there are many visionary individuals and organizations we are learning from. Yet, Faith House is unique. It exists to make sure that people have an opportunity to experience “the other.” Inevitably, experience engenders compassion. And compassion is an uncontrollable force.  It overturns our ways of thinking, it mobilizes, it changes, it sustains. And that’s what Faith House does, unleashes compassion.

When two young men, Moez, a Muslim, and David, an Orthodox Jew, strike up a friendship by engaging in serious thinking, good humor, and mutual support before, during, and after our Living Room Gatherings, Faith House happens. When our leaders talk to groups from all over the world who come to the city to learn the ways of interdependence, like a recent group of students from Denmark, Faith House happens (next year they are bringing the teachers from their entire school region). When we bring together GreenFaith, Bill McKibben, 350-dot-org and “green” Muslims to join together in a life-sustaining event in the largest cathedral in the USA, that’s Faith House too (September 18, 2010, full details coming soon!).  When we direct people to our numerous and amazing allies such as the
Interfaith Youth Core in Chicago and Union Theological Seminary or Intersections International in New York, Faith House happens. When we stand for and consult with our Muslim friends in Cordoba Initiative in New York who are daring to open a new front against radicalism by building Park51, a Muslim Community Center in downtown Manhattan, serving all Americans, Faith House happens. And on and on it goes.

We bring people together and trespass imaginary boundaries while preserving the real ones, not only in New York City but nationally and internationally.  But more than any programming, Faith House is you, people who understand the importance and urgency of this work. And now we need your support and call upon your vision and generosity.

We are all very busy in our own circles of belonging. We have our own people and our own affairs to take care of. Yet, the wellbeing of our own circles and our own affairs is now intertwined with the wellbeing of others. The time when we could leave issues of freedom, religion, and politics to those with the loudest voices is now over. We cannot live well if we know more about brands of consumer products than we know about the amazing treasures of history, stories, and spirituality of people who live across the street or work across the office or a members of our family. This must, can, and will change. In fact, investing in interdependence is not a risk but a safe investment into our future.  A failure to invest in it would be a reckless course of action.

Please throw the indifference to the wind, like a fist of chaff. This is your world. Do so by helping visionary, persevering, effective, and resilient organizations like Faith House do the work of experimenting, discovering, learning, and teaching. Make an appropriate contribution now. By contributing, you will not only help make a material difference making sure Faith House continues to operate
effectively. By contributing, you will tell us that we are doing this for you and your children too. And that will sustain us more than you
will ever know.

We have set a modest goal that we have to meet in order to survive as an organization. We are one-third of the way there.  Risk with us. Contribute generously now.


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House Manhattan”
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In Faith,

Samir Selmanovic, Ph.D.
Founder and
President of the Board, Faith
House Manhattan

23rd Jul2010

A Sabbath Poem (Rilke)

by FaithHouseManhattan

DO NOT BE TROUBLED GOD

          ~ by Rainer Maria Rilke (1875-1926)

Do not be troubled, God, though they say “mine”
of all things that permit it patiently.
They are like wind that lightly strokes the boughs
and says: MY tree. …

They will say “mine” as one will sometimes call
the prince his friend in speech with villagers,
this prince being very great–and far away. …
They still say “mine,” and claim possession, though
each thing, as they approach, withdraws and closes;
a silly charlatan perhaps thus poses
as owner of the lightning and the sun.

And so they say: my life, my wife, my child,
my dog, well knowing all that they have style
their own: life, wife, child, dog, remain
shapes foreign and unknown,
that blindly groping they must stumble on.

This truth, be sure, only the great discern,
who long for eyes. The others WILL not learn
that in the beggary of their wandering
they cannot claim a bond with any thing,
but, driven from possessions they have prized,
not by their own belongings recognized,
they can OWN WIVES no more than they own flowers,
whose life is alien and apart from ours.

God, do not lose your equilibrium.
Even he who loves you and discerns you face
in darkness, when he trembles like a light
you breath upon, —he cannot own you quite.
And if at night one holds you closely pressed,
locked in his prayer so you cannot stray,
you are the guest
who comes, but not to stay.

God, who can hold you? To yourself alone
belonging, by no owner’s hand disturbed,
you are like unripened wine that unperturbed
grows sweeter and is all its own.


(from the Poems From the Book of Hours, New Directions Publishing, 1941)

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