What is faith?

“Be like the bird that, passing on her flight awhile on boughs too slight, feels them give way beneath her, and yet sings, knowing that she hath wings.”
~Victor Hugo

With Easter just behind us, it seems an appropriate topic, no?

But that’s the thing. We most often associate faith with religious belief–it’s more than that. Faith is believing in something, an all-consuming knowing and passionate belief. The best version of faith, of course, is that which is supported by reason, perhaps even documentable proof. I can have faith in my family’s devotion to one another. One can have faith in a certain person’s dedication to their work. Faith often manifests itself quite firmly in a vocal conscious, but it is inherently a subconscious detail–for it is something so deeply imbedded in us, that we need not truly think on it to know it is true in our minds.

And that’s the key, by the way: “in our minds.” Faith varies, person to person. As it should be. For no one should suffer the woes of blind faith–the mob mentality faith, belief not for the sake of ourselves, but because others would have us believe it so–for this, as matched by few others, has a potential for such devastating acts the world itself should (and has) quiver in dread of it.

Faith is, above all things, personal. So think: what do you have faith in?

“Faith is the bird that sings when the dawn is still dark.”
~Rabindranath Tagore

“Faith and doubt both are needed – not as antagonists, but working side by side to take us around the unknown curve.”
~Lillian Smith

A few words on love

Victor Hugo, image care of Wikimedia Commons.

“The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved – loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.” 
~Victor Hugo

“Love doesn’t sit there like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all of the time, made new.” 
~Ursula K. Le Guin

The Day Egypt Bled

“Those who make peaceful revolution impossible will make violent revolution inevitable.”
~John F. Kennedy

“When dictatorship is a fact, revolution becomes a right.”
~Victor Hugo

I have spoken before of Egypt. Now, the journalist and the human in me bades me speak again. There are other voices. I pray you go to them as read them as well. Many are more informed than I, I will admit. I am simply one American, who sees what is going on far from his own home, and touched and stricken by the force behind it, am compelled to dwell on it for a time.

Pain has come to Egypt. Last night was the breaking point, in many ways. After millions of protesters flooded the streets of Cairo, and many other cities across Egypt, President Mubarak came on state TV to address their concerns. True to form, the man fell short in his appeasement. He said he would not run again in a year – but that is a year from now. One can change their mind easily when the pressure shifts away from them again. He would not step down until then, however. He even went so far as to say he would die on Egyptian soil. That just seems like poor foreshadowing to me.

Image from/by Al Jazeera.

The crowds erupted. There was a cry for a march on Mubarak’s palace for Friday. Through it all, the army stood by, maintaining neutrality, defending the property and the rights and the history their country adored. Then today, violence erupted in the streets.

Pro-Mubarak protesters, be they thugs of his or acting of their own accord, rode into Tahrir Square in Cairo, the heart of the protests. They beat anti-government protesters, to the tune of hundreds injured. From buildings above, they showered them with rocks and molotovs. Gunfire echoed through the streets and on the cameras of Al Jazeera’s live-cast. It was reported these crowds were howling for blood – that they were hunting Al Jazeera reporters, attacking others – Anderson Cooper among them (for my fellow Americans). The army, which had ringed the square, has effectively trapped protesters. Even if they wanted to leave, they could not, and that has left them easy pickings for the pro-Mubarak mobs. The Egyptian Museum was firebombed. The army struggled to put it out. Their own history, and culture, was suddenly at risk.

Revolution, as so often is the case, has led to blood. Even those with peaceful intent seem to be forced to it. Faced with a peaceful resistance to their reign, wicked men oft-turn to violent ends, to undermine their peace, or destroy them utterly. There are reports an army APC has now fired tracers into the air, and that the pro-Mubarak mobs are retreating…but for how long? Will the army finally get involved…and if so, how?

There are many questions left unanswered.

Most importantly: do the Egyptian protests hold a chance? They have already accomplished much – but can they force the dictator from his seat? I fear we may see a case here of what happens when people without guns challenge those that do. And it’s never good. With Tahrir Square, my mind keeps snapping to images of the Jallianwala Bagh massacre, when British troops slaughtered Indian protesters during their own push for independence. Terrifying to think of, but is it beyond Mubarak?

So why do protesters not simply go home?

  • Because we have seen that their efforts can work. Recently. Look at Tunisia. The Jasmine Revolution. They rose against a strongman. They won.
  • Because of what it means to the region. The surge of democratic sentiment in Egypt is not solitary. Protests have also rocked the Sudan, Yemen and Jordan. Jordan’s King has capitulated with protesters, firing his cabinet and ordering a new prime minister for the people. Even in Syria, where the powerful President Assad reigns, there is growing talk of anti-government protests. Turkey is supporting protesters. Saudi Arabia has vehemently called for Mubarak to quash protesters.

There is a precedent being set here, and all the Middle East is invested. Change is on the move – but what will come of it?

These are among those rare moments – where things move all too quickly, and the world is set to spinning. One knows not where things will lead. But we can hope this isn’t a fleeting dream. We can hope hope doesn’t end in blood.