Is Another World Possible?
~ by Samir Selmanovic
Today, I doubt. I doubt that Faith House is possible. I feel depressed about it. I wonder if I should quit.
All afternoon, I drove aimlessly around Orange County, stopping to eat, only to walk out without food, to just sit in the car. It is not that I don’t have anything to do. There is so much to do, I don’t know even where to start to make a dent on the list. My inner monologues go in circles, “How did I ever get myself into this? The city will crush our daily lives. Resistance of established religiosity will crush people’s spirits. New supporters will not step up and the current ones will forget about us. People will never come. . . How did I get myself into this? The city will crush out daily lives. Resistance of established …” On and on the tape goes.
After sitting in my car in a parking lot staring at nothing for fifteen minutes, I say a prayer and walk into a coffee shop one block further down the road, and resolve to tackle the to-do list. There, I sit aimlessly for another half hour. I drift from self-pity to fear. I dread finding an apartment in New York that is too small and too expensive, that I start talking to myself, then laughing my pain out loud about, then talking to myself again as I walk back to the car.
At times, during the last twelve months, I have been propelled forward by the sheer happiness of what Faith House can be. But on days like this, I feel sad and discouraged. It takes enormous energy to comfort myself.
That’s when I turn to my friends for glimmers of hope. Recently, my friend from Emergent Village, Damien O’Farrell e-mailed me a picture that his friend had just taken in Israel. It’s a picture of a wall that separates Muslims and Jews.
Somewhere in my files, I found the original quote from Arundhati Roy:
“Our strategy should be not only to confront empire, but to lay siege to it. To deprive it of oxygen . . . with our art, our music, our literature, our stubbornness, our joy, our sheer relentlessness—and our ability to tell our own stories. Stories that are different from the ones we're being brainwashed to believe . . . . Another world is not only possible, she is on her way. On a quiet day, I can hear her breathing.”
Today, I had a noisy day, the voices in my head chanting songs of fear I have picked up along the way from the empires of our religions, nations, and corporations. They have been yelling one thing, but God has been whispering another.
What do you think my friends? Is a new world possible? Has it been possible in your country, in your town, in your family? What do you hear God whispering while the empires are yelling? Your advice, stories, poems, and prayers have power and influence. Please share them with us on the web site. If a new world is possible, we need you to help us hear her breathing.

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