Fear and Trembling and Civil Disobedience
October 4th, 2006(in this post, I diverge from my usual scriptural reflections to reflect on a recent action with others from Pasadena Mennonite Church)
A Reflection on the Action of September 28, 2006
I got out of jail a little after 10:00 in the morning. I hardly slept during the night. From the time they brought us to Parker Center at 8:45 p.m. until around 4:00 a.m., they had us moving from room to room and waiting as they took our fingerprints, took our pictures, took our belts, shoelaces and I.D.’s. I started out the night in tight plastic handcuffs for over three hours; my hands are still a little numb as I write this reflection.
Six of us from our church participated, with several hundred other people, in civil disobedience on behalf of hotel workers. The workers, low wage and mostly immigrants, have been trying to form a union in eleven hotels in the L.A. area but have encountered stiff opposition from management. Three other members of our church also tried to join us in this action but were kept from doing so by the organizers of the action due to logistical difficulties. The act that lead to our arrest was sitting down in the middle of the road, blocking traffic in front of one of the hotels. Strangely enough, these sorts of actions have proven effective in achieving justice for workers.
Our sacrifice for the workers involved taking time off from our work and losing a night’s sleep, but the actual risk was fairly low. The organizers of the action talked with police before hand and worked out some significant details in order to avoid undue harsh treatment or prolonged detention. We pretty much knew that we would be released in the morning.
Still, the fact that nine people from our church, which has an average Sunday morning attendance of around 120 adults, committed themselves to civil disobedience gives me hope that we are moving in the direction of being willing to pay the price for justice and peace that the nations have been willing to pay for injustice and war. Whether violent or nonviolent, all participants in struggle try to minimize their risk. As has been said before and quoted many times since, all that is necessary for evil to triumph is for good people to do nothing, and civil disobedience, even when it involves some coordination with the police, is something.
The barrier to courageous action that looms largest in the human psyche, keeping us from speaking out against or standing in the way of injustice and oppression, is fear. I’ve known white American citizens with no criminal records who have admitted that they are too afraid to march in the streets or stand on a corner holding a sign even for a cause in which they fully believe. That being the case, I suspect that being arrested, even in a low risk situation, presents a fairly formidable obstacle of fear for many, if not most, people. So, when people begin to hurdle this obstacle, willingly spending a night in jail, I take this movement as evidence that we are breaking free of the spiritual prison in which we have been living. I take this movement as evidence that we are being transformed into the likeness of One who suffered for his brothers and sisters, that we are being transformed into the children of God who give hope to the world.
“For the whole creation waits in eager expectation for the revealing of the children of God.” (Romans 8:19)
Putting our bodies on the line is not new for our church. We have a history of engaging in civil disobedience as well as more dangerous human shield actions (in Iraq, Palestine and South Dakota). Some of our church members have had longer detentions, and in one case a harrowing experience, in jail. But not only did this latest action involve the largest group from our church to commit to civil disobedience at one time, it is also the first time in over three years that we have sent people to engage in these sorts of actions.
Our church practices the Reign of God in many different ways, from worship to mutual aid to community life to service to public peace witness and advocacy. The one part of our discipleship, however, that we most easily neglect, even find reasons to forgo, is the discipline of taking bodily risks for God’s Reign of peace and justice. I don’t want to imply that such a discipline is the highest form of discipleship, but it is the one that Jesus describes when he sums up what he expects of his followers: “If any want to become my followers, let them deny themselves and take up their cross and follow me” (Matt 16:24, also Matt 10:38, Mk 8:34, Lk 14:27). Cross-bearing for Jesus was not merely a metaphor. Jesus really did carry his cross to his execution, and he called his church to be willing, at some level, to do the same.
Now, I want to make clear that I don’t believe that every individual in our context must engage in activities that are dangerous in order to be a true follower of Christ. But I do believe that Christ’s call to us to bear the cross means that we, as a community, need to actively encourage and nurture those who might have that calling, and that’s not something that we do with any consistency.
With this calling so clearly laid out in scripture, I can only surmise that we, as a community, tend to neglect it because we are afraid. Perhaps if we confess this fear to each other and to God, then we might be able to lift it up in prayer and receive help and healing. Perhaps we might even dare to lift up our fear to God in worship, and God might give us comfort and a Spirit of courage.
One of the most powerful times of worship that I have ever experienced occurred during one of the most frightening and dangerous missions that I have ever undertaken: I was in the old city of Hebron in the West Bank with a Christian Peacemaker Teams delegation. We were gathered in the CPT apartment for worship when fighting broke out between the Palestinian resistance and the Israeli occupying forces. Although after more than a week in the occupied territories we were beginning to get used to these almost nightly battles, the machine gun fire and bombs seemed louder and fiercer on this particular night. As we worshiped, we heard the thunder of bombs growing louder all around us. Our response came suddenly and, it seemed, most naturally: we stood up and sang even louder. The louder the bombs, the louder we sang, as if in holy defiance against the forces of war. It was as if we had all decided together, in that moment, that no matter what might happen to us, we were going to sing songs of praise to our God. We lifted our fear to God and were no longer afraid of the bombs.
I can’t say that I’ve never been afraid of anything since then, but that experience taught me that fear is not invincible; it taught me that I can lift my fear to God. Fear itself is natural, and is a sign that we are aware of our circumstances. None of us should be ashamed of being afraid. The question for us is whether we will let fear keep us from hearing Christ’s call or whether we will, as a community, lift our fear to God and begin to take the risks necessary to be a truly prophetic church.