Peace Hinges On Dialogue, Pope Tells Young People

VATICAN CITY, FEB. 1, 2004 (Zenit.org), - John Paul ll is certain that "peace will conquer if we dialogue,"and he shared that conviction with some 10,000 members of the Turin-based Youth Missionary Service.

He also warned of the spread of violence and consumerist mentality. He repeated the phrase, "Peace will conquer if we dialogue" and emphasized the close relation there is between "respect for others, dialogue and peace." 

"In our time, characterized by an intense network of exchanges between different cultures and religions, it is necessary to promote and make easier the acceptance of and reciprocal understanding between individuals and nations,"the Holy Father said.

"To teach peace is an ever timely commitment, an imperative of our time, we must reaffirm with vigor that peace is possible, therefore, if it is possible it is also a duty."

Then John Paul ll told his audience: "Thank you for the hope you represent for the Church and the world!"

Chiara Lubich, founder of the Focolare Movement, spoke about the various types of dialogue, including dialogue between religions, and between belivers and nonbelievers.

"Let us hear and communicate the ardent longing for peace in hearts,"Lubich said.

Vatican Secretary of Sate Cardinal Angelo Sodano reminded his listeners that "the Gospel of Christ is a Gospel of peace. It is necessary, therefore, to create that civilization of love which calls for the contribution of every Christian."

"It is true that is is not enough to proclaim peace with words; it is also necessary to carry out deeds of peace in the family, in school, at work, and in civil society," the cardinal said.

Of all the beloved saints I pray to, I have chosen a picture of blessed "Saint John Paul ll" accompanying that of Jesus near the headboard of my bed.

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Christian-Jewish Dialogue, A Poem by Ruth Goldboss

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The Dialogue Of The Wafer, A Poem by Ruth Goldboss

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A Touch Of Heavenly Dialogue, by Ruth Goldboss

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Male Madonna for Biafra, by Ruth Goldboss

Volume 50               September 1970               #2
Brother Bruno's Oasis, by Ruth Goldboss

Volume 50               October 1970                   #3
A Jewess And The Crucifx, A Poem by Ruth Goldboss

Volume 51               March 1972                      #8
Gertrude Is A Sturdy Woman, by Ruth Goldboss

Volume 51                July-August 1972            #12
They Call Him "Our Rabbi"by Ruth Goldboss And Raeann Berman

Volume 52                March 1973                     #6
Conversation With A Total Human, by Ruth Goldboss

Volume 53        December 1973/January 1974     #4
They Hear The Cries Of The Poor, by Ruth Goldboss

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Peace On Earth: Who Knows How To Get There? by Ruth Goldboss

October 1973
"A Jewess Looks At The Confessional" Pen-name: Lois Samuels

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Our Tactile Treasures

I was too tired to multitask. So I assigned my fingers to hold non-related items. Suddenly, the light! My hands were a tactile treasure.

Our fingers are keys to the locks of our very existence. From day one, as we slid out of the birth canal, we were reaching for the source of life-giving milk. Our mother, with outstretched arms and loving hands, drew us to her nourishing breath.

In time, we learned how to feed, dress, play and create, with our ever-ready hands. We became basket weavers, blackboard teachers, inquisitive creatures, always reaching. But when, in writing my gratitude list did I ever thank God for the miracle of my hands? For without them, what could I do?

 Artificial extremities can be a marvelous remedy, but nothing takes the place of blood-warmed, loving hands.

Think of the hand-crafted arts: kneading bread,  painting, writing, and strumming musical instruments. No computers, just ink and pen. The calligraphy of divine inspiration.

Fast-forward. We love to garden, bury the acorn that becomes a giant oak. We love to weed the weeds and plant the seeds that garden our earth; that feed us with fruits that delight our palette. And create hot fudge sundaes that disaster our weight.

At seventy-five, I converted to Catholicism. I learned of sins of commission, but slid over sins of omission. It was one busy, bathroom-cleaning morning that I suddenly realized I had never thanked God for my hands.

Many years later, in 1992, two policemen rang our front doorbell. They told me my son had been killed in an automobile accident. My hands resisted opening the door, but when I did I realized that I had to call our Rabbi to come immediately. After weeping and calling out- "Oh my God! Oh my God!" I implored the policeman to hold my hand as we ran for the telephone.

The days and nights following the funeral were filled with family, friends, neighbors, and school acquaintances. They would often cup my face with their hands. Their hands reached to hug me. They came with full hands--bearing food, flowers, and love. My hands learned to cup the tearful faces of others who have lost loved ones. My hands have learned to reach for the frozen hands of others--frozen with fear, with loneliness, rigid with lack of hope.

Currently, I visualize the prayerful hands of Jews, as they unscroll the Torah, and read with a pointer in hand, the sacred text.

Catholics receive the Eucharist, the body and blood of Jesus, on tongue or hand.

Muslims, with steadying hand, draw their prayerful bodies to the ground.

It should not have taken me 88 years to become aware of the miracle of my hands. They are indeed a tactile treasure. And when fingertips are inked and pressed, voila--our fingerprints! It still blows me away to accept the fact that our fingertips are never duplicated. They contribute to our total uniqueness as individuals. But why would it be otherwise, when we are made in the image of God? 

Talking to My Chin

Having heard that is is not a bad idea to dialogue with different parts of your body, I chose my chin.

I thought my jaw might lead the way to some clarification. The problem was, two confused hairs. They were sprouting on my face! They were not very visible but tangible. They angled into my mouth when trying to chew an apple.

The hairs were long, thin, and disgusting. Felt like I was rusting away. As I was nearing my eighty-third. Here were hairs to add to the configuration.

So I took matters to face, chin to be exact and informed that "pedunkle"to set the database straight. I insisted that women's hair is meant to luxuriate on the head- not chin. This is not a feminist race to match the prowess of men's hairiness. I maintain that women's hair should grow where it belongs. Heads up material it comes in multi colors, shining glory. Frame or sparkling eyes.

So I said to my chin, "Tell those hairs where to grow. Don't equivocate. Say no to misplaced attempts to be different. Grow where you know you are welcome--- on my head not on my chin."

Smilingly,

Ruth

Help For the Visually Impaired or Blind

Dear Readers,

 It is because of  my positive experiences that I offer help for those struggling with low vision or blindness.

My first experience with the organization titled "SECOND SENSE: Beyond Vision Loss," took place many years ago when I read to the blind. At that time the organization was titled "The Catholic Guild for the Blind." Recently they have joined "Second Sense" and the following is a glimpse of why I recommend them. Their services are free of charge. They offer at their office in Chicago: Support groups, daily living class, cooking, dining, crafts, handwriting, and telephone counseling. There is no charge for their services and they also give presentations to various community centers, recreation centers, suburban libraries, and in the heart of Chicago. To contact them:
 Phone: 312-326-8569
Website: www.second/sense.org
Follow "Second Sense" on Facebook and Twitter
Second Sense Office and Consumer Product Center: Hours: Mon-Fri. 8:30 AM- 4:30 PM

Do find out about their Braille transcriptions and all other aids to those with low vision.


My second recommendation is a quarterly magazine, published in Salem, Oregon. The magazine titled "Dialogue" is published by Blindskills, Inc.
Phone: 800-860-4224
Address: Dialogue PO Box 5181 Salem, OR 97304-0181
E-mail: info@blindskills.com
Website: www.blindskills.com

Subscription $20 for e-mail, and $35 for all other formats. A sample issue is available, free of charge.

In addition to marvelously inspiring articles, by writers with low vision or the blind, there are four pages titled "What's New and Where to Get It;" critiques of the various products and devices for the visually impaired.  These are marvelous descriptions of the aid of several publications and organizations that help blind children, as well as people of all ages. For example, G.W Micro is marketing "Read Easy Move." A portable device that scans and verbalizes print documents in a single operation. There is much more to learn by examining these detailed descriptions of products and services.

One example of a religious sponsored project for the blind is the Lutheran Blind Missions in Jacksonville, Florida:
Phone: 888-215-2455

With prayerful, good wishes,

Ruth

Weeping Together Towards Healing

 A priest once said, "Love thy enemies is one on the most impossible commandments imaginable...only with the grace of God can we do that."

Years ago, one morning after Mass, I noticed a woman sitting bowed in sorrow. I decided to approach her. I told her that I felt she was experiencing pain, and that I would pray for her. Her gratitude was immediate. In time I learned that Gertrude was a cancer survivor. She was also of German birth. She expressed a deep love of and trust in Jesus. She referred to the scriptural promise that the pain of this life is as nothing compared with the joy in store for us in heaven.

The following week, I was very troubled. Gertrude took my hand and prayed for me. We sat together and shared stories of our lives. I told Gertrude that I was a convert to Catholicism from Judaism. We prayed together, then with tearful confession, I admitted that I could hardly speak with a German since the Hitler Holocaust. In tears, Gertrude spoke of fearing to approach Jews; fearing that they would hate her, though neither she nor her family had participated in the Nazi horror.

We sat holding hands, weeping together -Creating a bridge of healing - A healing of heart; of hope.

As I drove home, I dreamed of a time when the people of Bosnia, Ireland, Africa, Latin America, and the Middle East, victims and victimizers, could sit, hold hands, and weep together.

Perhaps then we could all begin to be cleansed of guilt and lack of forgiveness. Perhaps then we could finally promise each other- "never again."

Today as I reflect upon that meeting I go to our blessed Mother Mary and ask her, "Was Gertrude in my meetings by chance?" ---Is any significant meeting not arranged by the Holy Spirit? ---