Encountering Redemption

The island of Jersey, one of the Channel Islands, was occupied by the Nazis during WWII from 1940 to 1945.

This summer while vacationing with my good friend David Luce there, I experienced some of the ways the folk on the island have worked to heal from that season.

David, who grew up on the island and is a Jersey man through and through, was 7 when the Nazis landed and took hold of the islands. Britain had chosen to leave them undefended. David has been asked by many groups, on many occasions to share his stories of the occupation.

The families of Jersey had 24-hour notice of the invasion and had to decide quickly if they would stay or take the offered boats to England. Some families chose to go as a family, others sent the moms and children, and still others sent only the children packed like sardines into cement boats. The crossing of one of these boats took 15 hours for the 90 mile journey.

Some families who chose to leave went to the harbor only to discover there was no room on the ship for them. For some, they returned to their homes to discover neighbors, thinking they had left, had stripped their homes of belongings, furniture, sometimes even the carpet. What stress this caused! What pain!

David’s family chose to stay together and remained on the island.

For David and his family, on the one hand life just went on but got somewhat tougher with new unusual and enforced laws, curfews, and harsh judgments. On the other hand with an addition of over 11,000 troops there was one Nazi for every four islanders, life was very different. German was taught in school. The entire island was shifted an hour later than Britain, to German time. Their lives were closely monitored.

There were intense food and supply shortages for the islanders. David’s dad, the parish baker (and grocery store owner) eventually made bread from ground bird seed and potato flour. Coffee was made from dried, ground parsnips, and bike tires wore out so bikes were ridden on rims. Shoes had holes or were literally tied together with tire rubber.

Forgiving the enemy and their own neighbors who had collaborated with the Nazis was difficult after the war. And in a sense after they were liberated in 1945, the islanders never did that hard work, rather, they sought to put the experience behind them. They sought to forget.

But similar to the heart of an individual when a hurtful season of devastation is buried, the pain remained. Often buried memories lead to illnesses in individuals. For these islanders this experience remained yet an open and festering wound.

When they were approaching the 50th anniversary of liberation they wanted to commemorate the occupation recognizing the need they had to heal. In 1988 they chose to have each parish (a geographic division of the island into 12 districts) make a tapestry each around a specific theme.

This project took 7 years. The 12 tapestries were ready for the 50th celebration. Each tapestry measured 36″x 96″. In total the 12 tapestries are made up of 7.5 million stitches! And each took over 2400 hours of work to complete.

With drawings made by hand by a gifted artist, Wayne Audrain of the Jersey Museum Service, and colors assigned, each parish assigned a co-ordinator who organized the teams who worked, six at a time, on the tapestries. The first to begin was David’s Trinity parish in February 1991, co-ordinated by a friend of David’s, Ruth Picot. Imagine the close proximity of each of the women as they worked on those stitches! (Yes, only women did the stitchers according to the record. Many of them had survived the occupation.). They needed to face and walk through memories as they stitched the officers, the children, the stories of the occupation, the woman who hid her pig in her bed, the neighbor who turned in her friend.

The result on display in St Helier is stunning, moving, and incredible.

As I heard the story and experienced what had been done with the Jersey War Tunnels, which I’ll cover in another post, I realized what a deep healing had been achieved through color and creativity.

For the 70th anniversary another tapestry was commissioned, as the people of Jersey stepped up forgiveness. They launched a “sister city” relationship with Bad Wurzach, Germany, the location of a WWII prison camp, where some islanders had been sent and few returned. It was a tearful moment when a group of survivors whose relatives had died in the German camps traveled to Bad Wurzach, and walked the path their relatives had walked from the train to the camp. Only this time they were greeted by the mayor asking forgiveness for the atrocities of the past.

Healing is happening here.

Yearly there is now a commemoration of the liberation and groups come from Germany or travel to there every other year.

With tears I heard the stories and read the testimonies. I thought of all the people who had lost their lives, and all those still suffering from the scars experienced because family members had never recovered from their camp experiences.

But also, I cried for here people had forged a deep healing into the scars of the past. They’d looked back, held hands, worked side by side and experienced what could only be termed as redemption. Jesus died and resurrected for such healing to happen between people. It is part of salvation. That others would be more open to the possibility of allowing forgiveness to cleanse old wounds! That others would take the tough journey back into the past to come forward into healing. And that more would allow art to be a means to such healing.

Jesus certainly used this journey into the past through art, stories, and creativity to bring healing.

The beauty of Jersey increased as I heard this story. How the waters of our lives are cleansed as well by the healing Jesus brings as we open to forgiveness.

This quote by Brené Brown from her book Braving the Wilderness struck me in relation to this:  “Art has the power to render sorrow beautiful, make loneliness a shared experience and transform despair into hope.”

About Camino Way 2016 Shimer

On August 22, 1981 I married this wonderful woman, Karen, who has consistently blessed and changed my life and days. We are still in love, all the more with the years. We have four daughters, two sons by marriage, and three delightful, wonderful grandchildren. So, that makes me a husband, father, and grandfather all in those sentences. But mostly just a guy who loves my family. Today Karen and I planted beautiful plants in numerous pots. She had come home with the plants and that experience reminded me how much I enjoy simple things and simple pleasures -- like digging in dirt to plant a flower, like sunlight through glass on a spring day, like clean windows -- just washed ours today -- like a melody that won't escape from my heart. I've been a local church pastor for 30 years as of this June, a number that staggers me for I feel about that age on the inside, but clearly that's not the case. Back in 1988 I graduated from Asbury Theological Seminary with an Mdiv-- a time of schooling that has been a foundation for years of ministry. But it is mostly in the building upon that foundation, that has most changed my life. I love people, love seeing Jesus work in people's lives. One of my favorite joys is to pray with someone through some horrible place of memory and see Jesus walk right into their memory world, and turn on the lights in a way that sets their soul free and brings healing. There's nothing like this privilege and I have been there to watch it happen more times than I can count. Between 4 and 7 the associate pastor of my family's congregation sexually abused me, first grooming me, then repeatedly violating my young self. This marked my life. It changed my bearings. It ripped at my faith. It wounded my image of what it meant to be a little boy, and later a man. It has been a point from which I have been in the process of healing for many years now. I'm a survivor, but more than that, I am one who lives beyond what was done. For in the middle of all that stuff, Jesus was calling me, speaking to me, bidding me to follow him to bring change to people's lives within the realm of the very office that was used to harm me. Only Jesus can make light from darkness, hope from despair, and healing from brokenness. I love Jesus. He really is alive, no matter what others may believe. And his life, his presence, his words into my world, his healing power have continued to be the foundation point of what it means to experience life to the fullest. I love writing. I don't really know why on that score for really writing has never been a central tool in my world, nor has it come easily. But I love seeing how words released heal. And I love the way words can connect me to other people's worlds. So, that's why I started blogging. It began because I was planning to blog on a weekly basis when I went to walk the Camino de Santiago last fall. And in order to be able to blog while walking, I knew I had to begin to practice blogging before I was in another country. A friend told me that. Friends are good to help us find ways to live more authentically into our daily lives! So, I started. But what I have discovered is there is something powerful about sharing the story of life with others. So, I have continued. And I love the connections being built through those words. In 2011 I experienced my first seminar in Simply the Story, a bible story telling method that involves those listening in discussion and I decided then -- "this is what I plan to do when I retire." But really-- "why wait until then?" -- so I use this method while I continue pastoring. It sets people free and allows the Word to take root in ways that preaching never has. So again and again I am practicing asking questions and that is good practice for me, because I am frequently better at "telling" than "asking." This has been such a freeing gift. I love training others in this skill. So, a storyteller would certainly be true of me too. Years ago I discovered my mission in life is "the joyful transformation of people's lives through the person of Jesus Christ." And that continues to be where I find my home base, in joy. Where there is joy, I find, there is Jesus, and there is the possibility of transformation. Of course Jesus is in places where there is no joy as well, and once He is there, the place kind of changes because of Him. I love that.
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3 Responses to Encountering Redemption

  1. Kate Flanagan says:

    Fascinating blog! I just finished listening to the Guernsey book you loaned me. So moving to see how the people suffered during the war, and how relationships and family pulled them through. Thanks for the book and for your blog. Kate

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  2. Pingback: Jersey — Friendship | caminowalk2016

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