Hajj
The Rev.
Ron Sala
Unitarian
Universalist Society in Stamford
February
16, 2003
This
morning, I’m reminded of the story of the European explorer in Africa
who, anxious to press ahead on his journey, paid his porters extra for
a series of grueling, forced marches. Almost within reach of their
destination, they stopped and refused to go forward. No amount of extra
money would persuade them. They said they had to wait for their souls
to catch up.
A
deliberate and conscious journey is one is which we allow our “souls
to catch up.” A true pilgrimage is one where we change not only our
outward location, but our inward one as well.
There
are various ways to travel in life. Today we have such rapid conveyances
as “trains, planes, and automobiles.” In these contraptions, it’s easy
to forget one is traveling at all. Thousands are killed each year from
falling asleep at the wheels of their cars at high speeds. Perhaps
the faster we go, the less of the journey we own, the more we forget
where we are and where we’re going. I’ve never heard of someone falling
asleep walking. It’s a slow way to go, but you’re always
there, in the landscape with its objects, smells, winds, and
distances. Hoofing it!
That’s
just how countless people got to Mecca in a journey called Hajj for
almost a millennium and a half. It wasn’t until the early 20th
century that a train line was built from Damascus. In the days in which
transportation across the desert meant camels or sandals, some parts
of Arabia were over 40 days’ journey from the Mosque at Mecca. For
some Moslems, living as far as Spain, Africa, or India, the journey
could take years. Even in these days of air travel, the Hajj is not
a trip to be taken lightly, requiring as it does strict ritual adherence.
Nevertheless, from every part of the world they come to Mecca.
Why?
Why go to the expense of so much time, money, and effort? One reason
is that it’s a basic requirement of the religion – one of the Five Pillars
of Islam. Every Moslem with the health and wealth to do so must go
on at least one Hajj during his or her lifetime.
But
besides the requirement, there have always been many different reasons
for journeying to Mecca. For one, Mecca is the city in which the prophet
Mohammed was visited by the angel Gabriel and commanded to “proclaim”
the words of the Koran. For another, Mecca contains Allah’s House,
the Ka’ba. It’s also the stage on which heroes of faith once walked:
Adam, Abraham, Hagar, and Ishmael. And finally, Hajj provides the opportunity
to meet fellow Moslems from around the world and to form social and
economic ties.
We
in the West have little to compare to the Hajj. Buried in our history
are the Christian pilgrimages of the Middle Ages. Even today, we occasionally
hear of stalwart souls walking thousands of miles whether to publicize
a cause or gain personal insight. But, by and large, we travel because
we have someplace to get to and try to get there as quickly as possible.
All
the same, I think of our own distant relative of the Hajj as Unitarian
Universalists – our annual General Assembly. It’s in no way so arduous
an undertaking as the Hajj, of course, but it contains some faint resemblances.
We come to our roving meeting from all over the US and Canada, and occasionally
from other places where Unitarians are found. We set up our holy places
and participate in our rituals – The Banner Parade, the Service of the
Living Tradition, the Ware Lecture, the Final Worship. It’s the opportunity
to meet with kindred spirits for worship, inspiration, and common tasks.
Perhaps that we have a roving center of assembly tells us something
about our inclination toward the new, the diverse, and the experimental.
Equally,
Moslems’ return to the ancient holy city of Mecca tells us something
about that faith’s values of tradition, stability, and history. In
fact, if you ask an orthodox Moslem how long a history Mecca has as
a holy site, he or she will take you literally back to Adam. According
to the Koran, Adam built a temple to Allah there, which was subsequently
destroyed by the Flood.
Many
centuries later, the place was visited by Hagar. According to the Jewish
Bible, Hagar was Abraham’s handmaid, but according to an Islamic account,
she was Abraham’s second wife. In any case, the stories agree that
Abraham’s second wife Sarah, still childless, had Hagar and her infant,
Ishmael, sent into the desert out of jealousy. Hagar wandered desperately
through the arid landscape looking for water for her thirsty child.
Then she prayed, and when she returned to her son she found him scooping
up water from a spring that had burst forth under his hand. Tradition
says that name of that spring is Zamzam and was rediscovered by a relative
of Mohammed who was inspired to do so. The Zamzam spring is still found
in the Mosque at Mecca.
Moslems
trace their lineage from Ishmael (whom they call Isma’il) as Jews do
from Isaac. Therefore, it’s no small thing that he was saved through
Hagar’s faith. An important part of the pilgrimages we take are in
rediscovering the springs that sustained our ancestors, whether those
ancestors be biological or spiritual ones. Thus, many of us long to
travel to the far-away villages our grandparents were from. Or we journey
to the homes of the literary heroes that have renewed our spirits.
Or we search out the family homestead.
Every
summer, I go to a family reunion in western Pennsylvania where both
sides of my family come from. Part of this, of course, is to see relatives
that I might not have come in contact with all year. But another element
is to interact with the places my ancestors knew: to walk the fields
they plowed, to see the houses they lived in, to drink from their springs.
It gives me a sense of belonging to the earth, of being literally grounded.
It also reminds me that I am a living leaf on a family tree, with all
the hopes of those who have gone before.
As
Isma’il grew to be a youth, he and his father Abraham (known to Moslems
as Ibrahim) were charged by God to rebuild the temple Adam had made.
They did so, building a structure known as the Ka’ba, which is Arabic
for “Cube.” And then Ibrahim stood on a rock, faced the Ka’ba and prayed.
Just then, we’re told, Allah caused the solid rock to soften like clay.
The footprints Moslems found there were taken as evidence of the miracle.
The rock is known as Maqam Ibrahim, the Station or Standing Place
of Abraham.
The
Maqam is regarded as holy. But in essence, father Ibrahim was doing
much the same as Moslems have done five times a day since the faith
began – praying towards the Ka’ba. It’s not he building that’s being
worshipped, of course, but God. In fact, the Ka’ba is not regarded
as any more holy than the area around it. It’s that it is dedicated
to Allah that makes the building special. It’s the connection between
the believer and the divine that matters. I’ve seen Muslims praying
on the sidewalk in front of a mosque in my old neighborhood in Queens,
prostrating themselves in the direction of Mecca to honor the One God.
On a nondescript commercial street that many people can think of no
better use of that to throw garbage on it, these believers have found
a place to meet the Eternal. On that noisy New York street, they make
a virtual pilgrimage to Mecca. Perhaps Bahá’u’lláh,, founder of the
Bahá’i faith, which descends from Islam, said it best:
Blessed
is this spot, and the house,
and
the place, and the city,
and
the heart, and the mountain,
and
the refuge, and the cave,
and
the valley, and the land,
and
the sea, and the island,
and
the meadow where mention
of
God hath been made
and
His praise glorified.
Perhaps
talk of God is not your language. But is there a place you can go to
find some peace in this crazy world? Virginia Woolf found it in a room
of her own. Thoreau found it in a cabin. John and Yoko found it in
bed. Maybe your place is in a park or the pew of a church or in a boat
on a lake. Such places of peace remind us that there’s more to life
than beating the next traffic light or paying off your mortgage or the
latest televised abomination. There is comfort and meaning to be found
if we only look for it.
When
we join with others to share in our solitudes, coming together to worship,
to share our thoughts and dreams, or to be together in some task, we
realize how similar yet how unique are our inner lives. In the Hajj,
all male pilgrims, and females who so choose, wear and identical, white
garment called the ihram. It’s simple clothing, consisting of
two robe-like pieces of material. In the ihram, it’s impossible to
tell if one is rich or poor, a king or shepherd. Thus outward differences
are minimized. For five days, men and women of all races from every
part of the world, worship together equally.
It
was just such a scene that Malcolm X witnessed near the end of his life.
Contrary to the rhetoric of Nation of Islam leader Elijah Muhammad,
who said Islam is only for blacks and characterized white people as
devils, Malcolm found a unity of all races on the Hajj. To borrow a
homely image, he reflected that all pilgrims “snored in the same language.”
He returned to the United States with a changed heart, convinced of
racial equality. Tragically, he was assassinated by those who did not
appreciate his new outlook.
There
is encouraging news from the Nation of Islam’s current leader, Louis
Farrakhan. Back from a serious illness, he testified to an about-face
on many controversial tenets of the group. He said that founder W.D.
Fard was not God incarnate, nor was Elijah Muhammad a prophet.
Farrakhan has come into line with the orthodox view that there is no
God but God and the Mohammed of the seventh century was the culmination
of the prophets. He’s also advised his followers for the first time
to observe Islamic law in traditional ways. A few years ago, when Farrakhan
announced he plans to lead thousands of Black Muslims on a Hajj to Mecca,
therefore breaking down the wall of separation between races, I fervently
hope that Minister Farrakhan will continue to have the courage to follow
through on reducing the hostility he has helped to create over the years.
I also hope that others will allow him to take that journey. There
were those who have called for Farrakhan’s death for his turn toward
religious and racial healing, just like Malcolm before him.
The
work of our pilgrimages is never easy. When we have been transformed
by the journey, by the springs, by the sanctuary, by the community,
then is the time we must return to our daily life. No one can stay
in the Mosque forever, nor any other holy place we have found. There
is a time for returning home, for bringing the insights, ideals, and
enthusiasm with us for the healing of the world.
Where
we speak of Judeo-Christian ethics, a Muslim would remind us that we
are really speaking of Judeo-Christian-Islamic ethics. The ethical
system espoused by Muslims looks toward both the Jewish faith and the
teachings of Jesus and is very similar on most points.
Especially
striking are Islamic laws on economic justice. Islam drastically reduced
the economic caste system of Arabia and eliminated the system of primogeniture
whereby eldest sons inherited everything. There is also a religious
tax for the poor – two percent of wealth every year – which reduces
economic disparity.
For
it is not enough that we take part in whatever kind of pilgrimage satisfies
us as individuals. Spirituality is empty if it doesn’t benefit the
entire community and the world we share. To quote the Koran:
Do you see the person in
denial of judgment (to come)? That is the person who drives away the
orphan and does not contribute to feeding the poor. Woe betide those
who perform their rituals while remaining oblivious to the (meaning
of the) prayer; they want only to be seen, but refuse ordinary acts
of kindness (107: 1-7).
There
is something the Koran calls “the steep ascent” and we Unitarian Universalists
might call “salvation by character.” To again quote the Koran:
What will clarify for you
what the steep ascent is? It is freeing a slave, feeding in time of
hunger an orphan near of kin, or some poor suffering soul, and being
among those who believe and exhort one another to perseverance and encourage
each other to compassion (90: 12-17).
We
are each on a journey, a pilgrimage toward our innermost selves, toward
the divine Mystery, toward justice. It is a long journey, but taken
in the right spirit, is the most fulfilling of all. Perhaps Mohammed
would have agreed with the words of G.K. Chesterton: “If seed in the
black earth can turn into such beautiful roses, what might not [our
own] heart[s] … become in [their] long journey toward the stars?”
Amen.