A Journey to Iraq through Israel & Holy Week: 5 Ways to Make Every Conflict Bear Fruit instead of Grudges

A few weeks ago, I meet this farmer with beat-up hands, 9 miles southwest of Bethlehem.

He asks me what I do. I tell him I’m a farmer’s wife, daughter of a farmer, grand-daughter of a farmer — yeah, farmers are about the only thing our family tree has ever known.

(Well, that, and a whole mess of ridiculously crazy kids — and fruit. We are praying that somewhere along the line, yeah — that there might just be a bit of actual, edible fruit.)

To get to the guy’s field, I have to push through this herd of goats straggling down the road.

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While I’m pushing through goats outside of Bethlehem, there’s clashes in Jerusalem and suicide bombers ripping through the rib cages of children in Iraq.

Daoud has this rock, right there at the gate to his farm, like it’s an anchor, like it’s his own ballast in the midst of one rip-roaring world, right there at the end of his lane.

The rock, sunning bare-faced and unashamed, feels warm under my hand.

“We refuse to be enemies.”

That’s what the words etched into the rock say:

We refuse to be enemies.

At the end of the lane, all the goats separate from the road and turn to the left. God only knows where the rest of us stragglers are veering?

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When Daoud kneels down in the dirt and digs in trees, fruit trees, right ahead of us, to replace the hundreds of his apple trees that were cut down and buried in the dark by the nameless — I’m standing there wondering if he tries to imagine their faces?

Does he try to imagine himself growing in grace?

How do you grow in grace in the face of those who grow in resentment toward you?

That’s not some sweet little rhetorical question you pluck off some easy, low hanging branch either.

Get down on your knees with a Lutheran Palestinian Christian farmer, a few miles south of Bethlehem, a few miles from where God pulled on some thin skin and birthed Himself into a very specific place on this bruised planet, and get some real dirt under your filed fingernails and wrestle with the grittiness of being alive in a broken world that explodes shrapnel through headlines, marches in angry protest across screens, that has cold wars of its own around our own family dinner tables: Struggle with it cause you’re desperate to bear some real fruit instead of bearing the grief of being a pretender.

How in the world do you grow in grace in the face of those who grow in resentment toward you?

The farmer moves his hands quietly when he talks, like he can cut through the air, cut through the all the flung dung without any drama and get right down to it. His voice is low and gentle and slow, like old, deep gold.

His fruit trees have been cut down. His water has been cut off. His electricity has been shut off. He has deeds, all the deeds, to his land. What if the deeds of everyone else around you don’t care a thing about your deeds?

All we want is to just stay on our land.

We come from a long line of Christians, Lutherans — and my Grandfather didn’t want to just live in the village and work the land, like all his neighbours. He wanted to be on the land, he wanted to live out on the land, he wanted to raise his children out on the land — so he came out here and lived on the caves in these fields, so his children would be grow up close to the land, the land always under their feet.”

And I nod real slow — I can hear the man reverberating in the spaces between the marrow of my bones.

There is nothing like land, because it is that which we come from and that which we will return and that which feeds us in between. We’re all dust and we grow out of this earth’s dust and we’re connected to the earth like it’s our kin. Until we come to peace with what land is, we live in conflict with what living is.

Grounded people care deeply about the ground — they are rooted from that which they came and all that will end up being and they know who they are.

The word humility comes from humus, comes from the earth that lies underneath us.

It’s only when you know you come from humble dirt that you can bear any honest fruit. 

Like heaven, we all want a bit of earth.

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When Daoud tells me that they can’t ever leave their land, I catch his eye and hold it steady with what I know in my bones, what you know once you’ve turned over and tilled a bit of earth and it’s got in under your fingernails, when it’s gotten in to you—

My dad always said, “There’s a lot I may love — but my land….my land.” My dad always said that selling away your land is like selling away your soul.

“You understand? We cannot leave our land… and we cannot be enemies.

Our eyes don’t leave each other — we all belong to each other and to this dirt — and what happens next rips through my rib cage like the force of God.

The light catches his eye and his life grows into this blazing grace:

The only thing that can overcome evil is good. Returning evil with evil — just overcomes us.

That’s all we’ve got here:

Being enemies is not an option.

Being human beings who belong to each other is the only option.

And it doesn’t make one iota of difference if you’re living in the middle of global war zones or some battle zone in your own church, community, kid or marriage — or if you’re fighting a battle inside yourself — you can either ruminate like a beast over the injustice of it all, till you feel some literal heartburn and the scorch of the whole thing searing off real layers of your soul —  or you can plow the pain into purpose. 

Farmer Daoud had grabbed that plow: “We take all our frustrations over injustices and we drill them into soil to grow incredible possibilities.”

And who of us hasn’t felt the burn of the Church — because there’s no perfect church because we all keep showing up — and yeah, all our people have let us down and how  many times have our good intentions been hacked down in the middle of our hopes and buried our dreams with a pile of betrayal and our people who mean something to us have said things that read as mean.

I’d written it on a sticky note and stuck it on a mirror, like I could glue it to the limbs of me:

Channel negativity into creativity.

The ancient land of Israel and Palestine had seemed to open up under us and hand all this warring world astonishing wisdom for every messy dispute:

Don’t pick a side. Pick a person — the Person of Jesus. And go pick His ways. 

Where there’s conflict — we don’t have to condemn the other, we don’t have to curse the future, we don’t have to circumvent the circumstances.
Where there’s conflict, there’s an opportunity — to practice being like Christ.

The world would change if, like Jesus, we chose
a donkey over a steed,
a cross over a crown,
a palm branch over bitterness,
and grace over guilt.

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On the Monday of Holy Week, Jesus walked this same land of Farmer Daoud and He turned and He had cursed a fruit tree — because it was nothing but a non-fruit producing fraud.

I’d scrawled that across a journal with this dying, splotchy pen:

Are our lives really bearing real fruit — or are we duct-taping on fruit to really impress others with our lives? We’d all sat with that here, shaken.

For weeks, we’ve all been shook with what Jesus said: “I’m telling you to love your enemies. Let them bring out the best in you, not the worst.” (Matt. 5:43)

Let your enemies not bring out the worst in you — but the best in you, the fruit in you. 

When the sun set over the fields of Daoud’s fruit trees, you could see Jerusalem where Jesus had walked through the crowds that were against Him.

You could hear the goats far off to the west.

 

Related:   Journey to Iraq through Israel: How There is Hope in Our Hidden Hells
The Wake-up Call that is ISIS: Who in the Church is Answering
A 40 Day Journey: The Call To the People of the Cross

grateful to the amazingly talented Christine Anderson for several photos
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