Women In Spirit and Flesh
A Welcome Mat of Peace
How can we have peace in the Middle East
When there's none at home?
These are the opening lines to one of my favorite songs by jazz vocalist Rachelle Ferrell. The capstone to her self-titled 1992 album, "Peace on Earth," speaks before and beyond the time of its recording.
I first began using this song in faith communities in the late 1990s when I coordinated a church response to sexual violence. Surprising the congregation with the inclusion of a "secular" song, the ministry asked about how we dare pose questions of global magnitude when we have so much work to do at home. This was not meant as a commentary on current politics. It was designed to raise the issue of intimate violence.
To my left a woman abuses her children
To my right somebody's beating his wife
As someone who has spent the last fifteen years speaking out against sexual and domestic violence, I can attest to one thing: most of our violence happens at home—quietly, under long-sleeved t-shirts, with lowered eyelids, in shameful fists, between pursed lips and tearing eyes. Most violence in the United States is not the picture of global terrorism; rather, it is the faded photo of our personal relationships.
I hear Ferrell's lyrics again in new tones at the ten-year anniversary of September 11. I hear it as a reminder that working for peace must begin in our houses and in our communities.
Where is the love?
Where is the God in your life?
She asks again and again: where is the God, where is the God, where is the God in your life?
As I suspected in my work with sexual violence, our answer to this question must begin as close as our own relationships. In their popular book, The Faith Club: A Muslim, a Christian and a Jew—Three Women Search for Meaning, Ranya Idliby, Suzanne Oliver and Priscilla Warner come together as mothers in the New York area trying to figure out how to talk to their children about the aftermath of September 11. As a religious scholar, I am simultaneously disheartened and encouraged by the story they tell. I am disappointed by how little each one knows of her own religion as she wrestles with her assumptions about the religion of others. I am forced to remember that this is probably where most Americans are. But I am inspired by how—in conversation and friendship with each other—these women become more rooted and more deeply faithful in their own traditions. They are able to do this inasmuch as they learn from and love someone who believes quite differently from them.
Their post-9/11 peace literally began in their homes, over cups of hot chocolate.
I am currently part of a project that seeks to do the same thing. I am a faculty member at Claremont Lincoln University in southern California, where we aim to educate clergy and laity of different religions side-by-side through a consortium of schools. The affiliate schools offer professional education in specific traditions: Claremont School of Theology as an ecumenical Christian seminary; Academy of Jewish Religion, California, a trans-denominational institution that trains rabbis, cantors and other Jewish spiritual leaders; and the Islamic Center of Southern California's leadership in establishing Bayan College, a new institution for training imams. At the same time, we offer classes and degrees that focus on interreligious studies. We do all this under the belief that there is something in each tradition that seeks to improve the world in which we live, and that our religions have the resources to repair the world when we work together.
Monica A. Coleman is Associate Professor of Constructive Theology and African American Religions and Co-Director for Process Studies at Claremont School of Theology and Claremont Lincoln University. An ordained elder in the African Methodist Episcopal Church, Coleman has earned degrees at Harvard University, Vanderbilt University and Claremont Graduate University. She blogs about faith and depression at Beautiful Mind Blog