Thursday, April 28, 2011

It's all happening

On Tuesday, April 26th, we held a storytelling session here at the PBCI office. It was in conjunction with a Transitional Justice Initiative that Peacebuilders is involved in, funded by the Office of the Presidential Advisor on Peace Process (OPAPP). We invited leaders from each of the Tri-people groups here in Mindanao--Muslim, Indigenous, and Christian Migrant--as well as historians whose research focuses on Mindanao. The people present were Honorable Datu Kharis Baraguir, a Bangsamoro from Nuling, Sultan Kudarat who is part of the lineage of the first Muslim Sultanate of the Philippines; Ate Lualhati Abreu, a historian and author; Datu Waway Saway, an Indigenous community leader of the Talaandig tribe in Bukidnon; Instructor Sharon Obsioma Bulaclac, a history professor at Mindanao State University, Marawi City; Tirmizy Abdullah, a Bangsamoro history professor at the same university; and Sir Manny Tawagon, a Maranao retired historian and professor.


One of the purposes of this session was to have the guests look over and have input on the outline of historical events that I have put together which will be the framework for the script of the theater production about the history of Mindanao that I’m working on. I was so excited to have these wonderful resources at my fingertips to see what they thought about our presentation; however, I was nervous.


As an outsider, it is scary to present a proposal of a history that is not yours. Although I have read books, articles, and scoured websites to get a broad idea of Mindanao’s (and the Philippine’s) history, I can’t claim to really know much of anything about the country because I am an outsider. To present this outline to these learned Mindanaoans was humbling. However, they received it graciously, and even seemed excited about being asked for their contribution. I think it’s a universal truth that people like to talk about what they know, and we were giving these people a platform to do just that. They conversed openly about their country and island, and provided so much useful information, much more, in fact, than I could ever hope to incorporate in a two hour production.


It was especially interesting for me to see how the “mythical” stories of the Indigenous population regarding their heritage and creation have been incorporated into the identities of the Muslim communities here. Islam was introduced in the Philippines in the 14th century, but, of course, stories of Indigenous ancestry go back much farther than that. The Indigenous people who were converted to Islam integrated these mythical stories into their religious identities, creating a new identity that was an amalgamation of the two. For example, the Talaandig Tribe, of which we welcomed Kuya Waway Saway, a visual artist, musician, and generally amazing human being, believe that four of the tribes of Mindanao originated from one father figure. Two of these Indigenous tribes are now predominantly Muslim, having been converted by Muslim missionaries. As both Tirmizy and Datu Kharis noted, they have no reason not to believe that these stories are true, and they don’t go against the Muslim belief in the Oneness of God, so they accept them into their belief system.


This reminded me very much of a book I read during my time at Goshen College: “Christianity Rediscovered,” by Vincent J. Donovan. A Jesuit priest, Donovan spent many years in Tanzania with the Masai tribe with the intention of converting them to Christianity. Through his experiences, however, he discovered that in order to allow the gospel of Christ to flourish, he needed to allow it to be adapted and adopted in a way specific to the Masai culture. Did this dilute the gospel, or even pervert it in some way? The simple answer is no; in fact, if we limit the gospel to our own Western understanding of it, we are the ones who dilute the inclusive potential of it. Hearing from the Muslims of Mindanao who adapted Islam in certain ways that were appropriate to their lives was an interesting look at the potential similarities of Christian and Muslim missionary work in Indigenous communities, which, in a small way, supports my intentional message for this project, courtesy of Professor Joe Liechty and author Byron Bland, respectively: Reconciliation recognizes that “the differences that divide us do not go to the core of our being,” and that “those who have been deeply divided in the past do indeed belong together in the future.”


Although I have put together an outline for the script that reaches up to the present, I wanted a portion of the production to focus on hopes and dreams for the future of Mindanao that are realistic and of the people. For this I was reliant on the storytelling session. Ate Kriz, who was the facilitator of the meeting, asked each of the guests to share their hopes and dreams for the future of their land. It was inspiring to hear the words of these people who have lived in conflicted land for their entire lives. How can you envision peace and reconciliation when all you’ve known is perpetual conflict? Their dreams ranged from the very practical (self determination for the Bangsamoro people) to the abstract (recognizing the beauty in each of the people groups of Mindanao and learning to respect and cherish that beauty). It was inspiring to hear these people take ownership of their country, and realize that the solution to their problems will have to found within themselves. I found this especially encouraging because of the reality of the pervasiveness of the “white savior” idea still very present in the Philippines. To hear these Mindanaoans understand and claim their own power and potential to rebuild their country was remarkable, and something that Peacebuilders really struggles to put at the forefront of their philosophy of NGO work.


And now, my work really begins. This storytelling session was to be the last big resource tap for me in finding material for the script. I’m now moving on to finalizing script elements and beginning to write. Let me be completely honest: I’ve never written a script. I didn’t take Playwriting at Goshen, opting instead for Directing, the lesser of two evils for me at the time. And now I’m being asked to write material for a two hour production. Lovely :)


That being said, I do envision many of the stories that make up the history of Mindanao to be portrayed through dance and movement, something that I have a little more experience in. I’m so excited to create pieces that express the richness of the culture here, and hopefully communicate the deep joy, perseverance, and resoluteness of the people of Mindanao. We are working with a local performance group, the Kaliwat Theatre Collective, who will be holding a weeklong workshop for our performers, teaching us traditional dance and how to use traditional musical instruments. I am so very excited for this collaboration, as Kaliwat’s mission is to bring peace and justice through the arts. We recently went to one of their performances and it was incredibly inspiring to see the way they honored the Indigenous communities that they have worked and lived with through movement and music. They also invited us up on stage to dance with them, an offer which I accepted extremely hesitantly :)


Kuya Dann has big plans for this theater production and sees it fitting into the PAR80 initiative quite clearly. We are hoping to specifically invite the elite upper class of Davao to the performance, hoping that those who have the power to change the system will do so. In the next few weeks, I am going to meet with the Mayor of Davao City, introduce the project to her, and work to garner support from the local government systems. Although I didn’t realize this initially, in all honesty, I suppose the ruling elite is my intended audience for this production. I want to push people to action through a discomfort with the unjust situation of so many in Mindanao portrayed in the performance. The oppressed population, however, needs comfort and hope, not discomfort and gritty reality. I am praying that I find this balance in the material we create; that those who are in the depths of oppression will be lifted up, and those who are apathetic and yet hold power will be inspired to act.

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Birthday Blog, a couple days late...

I had such a great birthday yesterday! If someone would have told me ten years ago that I would be celebrating my 28th birthday in the Philippines, I would have told them they were nuts. I had such a great day yesterday and I felt truly blessed to share it with Jenna and the awesome people that were around the PBCI offices. To start the day, Jenna and I went for an early morning workout at the gym. I stayed a bit later than Jenna did and swung by Jolibee for some coffee to take home. Jenna was already cooking buttermilk pancakes by the time I arrived, we definitely were off to a good start. Shortly after arriving in the offices, we headed across the street to order pizza for the office party. After pizza was over, we did as little work as possible then had coffee, Naniamo bars and carrot cake around three. We went for a late Japanese dinner around 8:30 where we had Sushi and the best tempura ever. For my presents, Jenna got me a pair of Crocs which are super sweet and a French press, which is something I’ve been looking forward to the entire time we’ve been here. Now we can finally have our own CFP coffee at home on the weekends.

Those of you that know me best know that I love numbers. For as longs as I can remember I’ve been much better with numbers that I have been with words. When I took algebra in school I think I got something like 160% in the class, which means not only did I get almost every question right all the time, I also got most of the extra credit questions right. Aside from doing simple math I also enjoy doing more complicated things involving numbers such as accounting work, financial forecasts and statistics. In fact, my favourite sport which is baseball has so many statistics that there are statics for the statistics. Not really, just saying there are statistics for everything. So as a tribute to the aging that my body is doing I thought it would be fun to break my life down into a few statistics for those who would be interested.

Here we go: I’ve been alive for 28 years now which means I’ve seen 336 months, 1,456 weeks, 10,220 days, 245,280 hours, 14,716,800 minutes and 883,008,000 seconds. My life expectancy is something like 80 years so that means that I have already lived 35% of my life. During that time I have spent roughly 9.24 years sleeping, I have blinked my eyes 176,592 times, my heart has beat 1,030,120 times, I have consumed roughly 8,584,80 Kgs of Oxygen and have taken something like 51,100,000 steps. As far as what else I have been doing in that time, the best I can come up with is to say that I’ve been playing baseball for as long as I can remember, I’ve been playing drums for nearly 18 years now, I’ve enjoyed fishing since I was nearly the same age I was when I started playing the drums and I also started getting into golf around the same time. I started driving when I was 16 and since that time I’ve averaged at least one speeding ticket per year. If you figure that the minimum ticket is $175 that means that I’ve paid at least $2,100 in traffic fines not to mention the expense of taking defensive driving at least four times by now. I’ve been to the emergency room more times than I care to admit. I’ve had two surgeries, one broken leg, two root canals and at least 6 concussions by my count. On a better note I can say that I’ve been in love with Jenna for exactly one day less than 6 years as of today.

So those are some of the statistics that I could think of that somewhat describe what my life has been like so far, but it’s not only the statistics of my life that make me who I am. The “Sum” of my life seems to be much greater than the parts I mentioned above. I once heard someone say that we are the sum of all the people we’ve met in our lives. If that is true than I think the sum of my life will greatly outweigh the statistics of my life. So again, only if you want to keep reading, please allow me to share with you what I think the sum of my life adds up to…

I think everyone knows that I lost my birth mother, Kathy, at the age of seven. The presence that her spirit has had on me is impossible to describe so I’ll just say that she is with me always and leave it at that. Since then I’ve been fortunate enough to have two other women in my life that I can call Mom. When Barb became my new mom she had no idea what she was getting herself into and despite the ups and downs that we’ve had over the years, the positive influence she has had on my life have been both invaluable and immeasurable and I thank her so much for the parts in me that she is responsible for . My newest mom Sue has brought a light to my heart that has helped me in more ways than I could ever hope to describe. The many hours spent sharing the intimate parts of my heart have continued to push me forward on the path to being a true man of God. Most people only get to call one person Mom, I’m lucky enough to say that title truly fits three amazing women. Thank you to my three Moms.

For a long time I would have said that the single closest person in my life was my Dad. I have countless memories that are just of me and my Dad. He was always around and spent Lord knows how many hours with me at various sporting events over the years. My Dad taught me how to do many of the things that I enjoy most today and it was with him that I began to discover what is probably the most enjoyable part of individual life for me, blues music. My Dad laid the foundation for what I understand being a man is all about. Although many of the lessons my Dad tried to teach me didn’t sink in until much later that he would have liked, his perseverance and continual guidance have given me the skills I need to make the most difficult decision I face now and will face in the future. My Dad prepared me to make my own life and house and was the person I looked up to the most as a teen. He remains one of my heroes to this day. Although time and distance have come between my Dad and me in the past few years, I know that we will always be bonded at the deepest level.

My siblings and I have a bond that is hard to put into words. For a number of years it was hard to tell where one of us stopped and the other one began. This was probably not the healthiest time in our relationships, but none the less we enjoyed the countless hours we spent together. My sister Holly has been a constant source of support and love from the day I was born. Her unconditional love and care have guided me through many difficult times and for that I will be forever indebted to her. The mere thought of my sister warms my heart. My brother Matt was who I always wanted to be when I was a little kid. As I got older I began to look at him more like a trusted friend and mentor than I ever would have thought when I was a kid. Matt and I have gone through many difficult times together, but we have always come out better for our struggles. Matt has taught me more about life and true happiness than I know today, and as we grow in our relationship together we always find ways to push each other closer to the men we both want to be. For his continued love and challenging support I am truly blessed. Mark and I have always been very close friends. We enjoy doing all kinds of things together. He has been a true companion to me on the journey that has been my life. On many of the best days of my life, Mark was present and on many of the brightest that are to come I know he will be there. Although we sometimes struggle in our relationships, I truly love Michael and Jen. They have both enriched my life and I will always do whatever I can to let them know I love them.

There are many other family members that have enhanced my life aside from my immediate family members. My nieces and nephews have blessed my life more than they could possibly know. Form the minute I first became an Uncle, I was completely in love with each of them and couldn’t be more proud of who they are. Each one of them has enriched my life in a unique way and watching them grow has been a privilege. The entire Nickel/Knickerbocker clan has embraced me as one of their own and getting to know each of them has been a true joy. The many golf rounds with Jesse and Dieter, countless meals with Liana, Birdie and Hiada, the extended family gatherings with the Nickels, or the Knickerbockers and vacations to Cultus, Pender and Sheridan have all made me feel so very blessed to be a part of those amazing families. I feel very lucky to have such a diverse family that stretches from the far west side of Canada all the way to Aunt Gayle and Uncle Bob’s summer cottage in Maine. As I have gotten older the value I have for family has increased and although not all of my relationships are as close, or as strong as I would like them to be, I truly love and appreciate all the members of my many families.

Jenna is the love of my life. I’m not sure that there is much more than that to say. The love she has given me is indescribable. Since the day I fell in love with her I have been truly blessed by her gentle spirit and kind heart. If it’s not to mushy to say, I’d say that above anything else I’ve done so far, loving Jenna is what I was made to do. I know it sounds presumptuous, but God made us for each other.

I couldn’t hope to name each friend by name that has had a major influence on my life. There have been so many amazing people over the years and each one of them has painted their stroke on the canvas that is my life. There are childhood friends, sports and music buddies from high school, college friends, buddies from work, fellow musicians in all kinds of bands (most notably Cornerstone) and friends that have been there through it all. I hope that I have done a good job at letting those closest to me know what they mean to me, but undoubtedly I’ve come short with nearly everyone at some time, or another. The grace and love that has been extended to me in the past 28 years is simply mind boggling. I hope that when I am asked to give an account of my life before God I will be able to say that the life I led reflected the hope and love of Christ that is in my heart.

So without sounding like an idiot, I’d assume that the sum of my life far exceeds the statistics of my life. My life has been awesome and I hope that I have had an awesome influence on someone. So long 27, hello 28!

Monday, April 4, 2011

Reflections on Peacebuilding

First and foremost I’d like to say that Kuya Dann Pantoja is a true man of God! Dann and Joji have created an organization that not only understands what it means to be a true Christian in today’s world, they are actively living the kind of life that Christ has envisioned for all of us. In a place where the people have been taken advantage of, marginalized and abused for centuries now, Dann and Joji are a breath of fresh air in a place that so desperately needs the healing life of Christ. The Philippines are the only Christian nation in all of South East Asia, but they are also the single most corrupt nation in the same region. Something clearly is not working for these people. In a place that claims the saving blood of Christ, how can there be so much pain, so much turmoil? The initial thought for many people, including myself at some points in time, would be to say that we really need to get Christ up front and centre for these people. We need to rush to them with a sense of urgency and get these people “Saved.” Bringing people to Christ is, after all, what we are called to do as followers of the Lord, isn't it?


Make no mistake, this is exactly what Dann and Joji are doing and the work that is their lives. During communion with the staff at PBCI this morning, Dann posed a question to us; are we Peace-builders or are we Peace-makers, and is there a difference? To understand the difference this quote from Leslie Newbigin is a great place to start:


"It has become customary to classify views on the relation of Christianity to the world religions as either pluralist, exclusivist, or inclusivist … [My] position is exclusivist in the sense that it affirms the unique truth of the revelation in Jesus Christ, but it is not exclusivist in the sense of denying the possibility of the salvation of the non-Christian. It is inclusivist in the sense that it refuses to limit the saving grace of God to the members of the Christian church, but it rejects the inclusivism which regards the non-Christian religions as vehicles of salvation. It is pluralist in the sense of acknowledging the gracious work of God in the lives of all human beings, but it rejects a pluralism which denies the uniqueness and decisiveness of what God has done in Jesus Christ."

—Lesslie Newbigin, The Gospel in a Pluralist Society, 182-83


“Making” peace is a very active thing, whereas “Building” peace is an act that involves others. Christ made peace with his life and death. He actively gave his life so that we could have the opportunity to walk in righteousness with him. Christ extends the invitation to us to take up the cross and be willing to die for his cause. This is the active Peace-making that we talked about this morning. Peace-building, however, is what we are able to do out in the world once we have been equipped with a true understanding of what Christ is calling for us to do. We want to build peace with others, but the peace that we want with them should be Christo-centric, meaning that the peace should reflect the peace of Christ, not the peace that we want for people. Dann suggested that we should be like a compass: the needle that guides and directs us is Christ, but the entire circle of humanity--the pencil in the compass--is who we should serve with and for. With this understanding we should not be afraid to embrace all kinds of people from all kinds of backgrounds. We should be willing to meet people wherever they are and commit to walking beside them as we both journey towards a better understanding of God.


- Keith