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CHRISTIAN ACTIVISTS FOR PEACE AND JUSTICE and justice try to join prayer and politics, evangelism and economics, prophesy and peacemaking. Our rootage in scripture, the church's social teachings, and the guidance of Christ and the Spirit give us both perspective on the world's ills and inspiration in our struggle.
As we act in the public arena, however, we inevitably draw upon not only our faith, but also political and economic concepts that help us make sense of our immensely complicated world. Sometimes a particular school of thought seems to have such illuminative power that we adopt large chunks of it to help us understand society, critique inequities, and work for social transformation. This worldview, combined with our faith perspective, gives us a particular political identity.
Leftist ideology is not the only kind of analysis that has influenced Christian peace and justice activists. Clearly, though, it has had a strong impact, including upon readers of this magazine. (Were I writing for another journal, I might be exploring the influence of conservative or rightist ideology on Christian political identity.)
THE LIFE OF A SCHIZOPHRENIC TWIN BROTHER informs my mind and heart as I ponder why it is that the mentally ill pile up on our streets and the streets of the world. Richard was a freshman at St. John's College in Annapolis, Maryland, beginning his study of the 100 great books, when he was drafted into the Army and sent to the battlefields of World War II. I was never to see him well again.
I have lived with madness.
I have cowered in other rooms while this brother in uncontainable agony of spirit tore pictures from the walls and flung chairs across the room.
I have stood at the foot of a retaining wall while he walked on a narrow ledge 50 feet above, weighing in his mind whether to jump or not to jump.
I have hovered out of sight while the police I had summoned came to take away and "put away" the distraught human being who was the dearest friend I would ever have.
From this brother of mine I have learned what it is to wait through countless days and months and years for the return of someone held dear—so slow was I to know that he would never come back again.
This brother has taught me everything profound that I know about prayer. He taught me liberation theology before there were words for it, making it a part of my blood and heartbeat. From him I know that Christianity is not Christianity unless it has a large and radical incarnational dimension.