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Patrick Gilger, S.J.April 10, 2014
MAN OF PRAYER. Frans van der Lugt, S.J., at the residence of the Jesuit fathers in the besieged area of Homs, Syria, Jan. 29.

Frans van der Lugt, S.J.—who on April 7 was shot in the head, twice, in front of his home in the city of Homs, Syria—had been living under siege for 20 months when, in January, he recorded a video message challenging the outside world to help. He ends this video, one that made him famous outside Syria and likely contributed to his death within it, by saying: “We do not want to die out of pain and hunger. We love life and love living it and we hate to die out of agony. Thank you very much.”

***

Each Monday the Jesuits of my community here in Omaha have Mass together, and dinner. In between, because we are part of the Wisconsin Province and this is our way, we have cheese and crackers, beers, and we talk about the day: how the class taught by one went, the talk given by another, what we read in the paper, how the students are doing; the normal stuff of life.

On April 7 during this time a group of four or five or six of us stood near our round breakfast table, surrounding a friend of ours, Tony Homsy, S.J. It is normal for Jesuit communities to be ethnically diverse these days. In ours there are the usual German- and Irish-Americans along with an Asian-American, a Mexican-American, a young priest from Indonesia, another from Panama, etc. And there is Tony, who is from Aleppo, Syria.

Tony and I are friends. We have become friends over the eight months we’ve lived here in Omaha together, he studying media and journalism, myself learning to be a priest. We’ve seen movies, learned how to tease each other, watched basketball. Friends. But I am still an American; there is no cultural norm in America for how one starts a conversation about martyrdom, even with a friend. Especially when it happened some 12 hours before. So I left it to our Indonesian brother to ask him how he was, and he did.

“Are you sad?” he asked.

“Sure. Yes,” Tony replied. In the everyday chatter of the recreation room our circle was quiet as we felt sad, too, and waited for his next words.

***

The war in Syria started in March 2011. Father Frans had by then been living and working for 48 years in Syria—as a psychotherapist, a retreat leader, pastor and founder of Al Ard, an organization that cares for those with mental disabilities and provides one of the rare spaces where the three Abrahamic religions can come together and pray. He was considered a kind of holy puzzle by many Syrians: a Dutchman who learned to love Syria perhaps more than they themselves.

Many are the reports that speak of his care for the Syrian people, or of how after many years he had learned to think of himself as belonging to Syria, or of his refusal to leave the people of Homs and flee to safety. It’s this loyalty that led The New York Times to report that the attack that killed him “carried a heavy symbolic importance.” It continues:

“Individual deaths are often lost sight of in a war that has claimed more than 150,000 lives, and opponents of the government have sometimes complained that the plights of foreigners or members of religious minorities in the country get more attention than those of other Syrians. Indiscriminate government bombing kills people daily in the northern city of Aleppo and other places around the country. Nearly every Syrian family seems to include someone who has been killed, wounded, kidnapped or detained. Still, the killing of Father Frans struck a chord, because he chose voluntarily to share the plight of the people who stayed in the Old City.”

When he died Father Frans had been a Jesuit for 55 years and a priest for 43. He was killed on April 7. April 10 would have been his birthday. He would have been 76 years old.

***

Tony’s next words: “Frans was famous—for 40 years he did this—he was famous for his maseer, his ‘march.’ This was a kind of eight-day walk, a mini-retreat-pilgrimage, that he would do each year.

“He is famous for this all over around Syria, more than for his therapy, more than anything. This is because he would invite both Muslims and Christians to come with him. Very taboo. He would say Mass, there would be reflections, then talking and silence and walking, and both Muslims and Christians were invited. He did this every year.”

Tony is an animated speaker, hands in motion, eyes bright, gestures forceful—characteristics I have been known to use in teasing imitations of him that make him laugh. Tony turned 29 years old on March 18, the third anniversary of the start of the war in Syria. “I never went on the full eight days with Frans,” he says, “although he is the one who gave the final approval that I should join the novitiate—that I am a Jesuit now. The most I did was three days with him.”

“At the end of those days we walked to a tiny ice cream shop, all of us, Christians and Muslims.” A pause.

And then, “My brother novices and I, we loved him and we would tease one another, joke about him doing Zen retreats instead of Ignatian retreats, how the people know Father Frans instead of Jesus.

“But he was faithful, I see it now. He was passionate about life, love and not fearing death. Full of joy. I see Christ clearly in him now. In deeds more than in words. And he did it very simply. Just living in simplicity with people, putting aside his years of study, not being their therapist—their Ph.D.—but their brother, their pastor; just another Syrian with we Syrians.”

***

On April 8, in Rome, Vatican spokesman Federico Lombardi, S.J., praised Father Frans as “a man of peace who showed great courage in remaining loyal to the Syrian people despite an extremely risky and difficult situation.

“In this moment of great pain,” he said, “we also express our great pride and gratitude at having had a brother who was so close to the suffering.”

***

The morning after Father Frans’s death, in Omaha, I speak with Tony again: “Yesterday I saw a picture of Frans’s body,” he says. I do not know what to say.

I had needed time to think, pray. I needed to get something to write down the stuff he was saying. I’d asked him to come have coffee in the morning; we would talk. He has.

“In Homs there are two Jesuit buildings,” he says, “the residence, where we live, and a building that’s like a parish center, a place where we teach and have a chapel. They are maybe five minutes apart by bicycle, and there are two Jesuits who live in the parish center outside the blockade. Just Frans lived inside. Almost nothing passes in and out of the besieged area of Homs these days.”

I finish typing his words. Take a sip of coffee.

“For the last two years—they live five minutes apart—they have not seen each other in person, only in pictures. And then he is killed. And not even his body can pass the blockade. Still they only meet in pictures.”

I do not know what to say. I nod.

“My assignment next year, if the siege ends,” Tony says, his shoulders and eyes pointed at the floor, “will be to live in Homs. If the siege ends we will go back to our house. I might live in his room next year. Who is worthy to live in the room of a martyr?”

There are only nine Jesuits in Syria now. The same number of Jesuits who live on the floor with Tony and me here in Omaha.

***

There are 22 million Syrians, and just as many opinions about why Father Frans was killed, what it means, who is responsible.

It is one of the puzzling things about him, apparently. He seems to have crossed too many lines and been too widely beloved at the same time. A rare thing in Syria today where it seems that everything one says places one in a category. You like so and so? Oh, you support the rebels. You do this and that? Oh, you support the regime. But not Father Frans. He, it seems, gave Syrians at least one place of unity.

After Mass, our conversation, dinner yesterday I went to my room and thought again about Father Frans. I list the interrogatives: who, what, when, where, why.

I say as much to Tony in the morning, and he cuts me off. “We ask these questions—I ask them, too—we ask them because we want justice, revenge.” He is emphatic now, fingers punching the air. “But this will just kill Frans again. Punishing these ones who did it… Frans could have been killed anytime these last months by a bomb, by assassination, by starvation. But he stayed. He was living his mission to be with the people, all of them. For or against the regime, Christian or Muslim.

“Maybe we can ask these questions, yes, but not for punishment, not even for facts. If we ask these questions we ask them only for peace not for revenge because this will just kill him again. It will be killing him again then, because he chose to stay with these people.”

I nod, at first slowly, then faster as my agreement picks up steam. Yes.

***

I do not know what martyrdom means, or death. Talking with Tony, praying about the death of this single man among the 150,000 who have died since 2011, sitting alone thinking—more ways of tolling the bell of incomprehension. And this would be a haunting thing, a howling, caustic ghost of a thing, if I were not a Christian.

This might be what I like most about believing in Jesus: the ability to not have to know. To not have to drape the white sheet of language over its emptiness. To not have to rope this event to reason in order to pull it, hand over hand, back from beyond the cliff of rationality where it hangs. To not have to be the one who gives meaning to the fact that an old man, one who liked ice cream and Zen and hiking retreats with Mass and reflections, was shot in the head three days before he turned 76. It is not a Christian’s job.

We human beings are not the ones who get to make this death meaningful. God is the one who breathes life, calls us from the grave, makes any death—even a martyrdom, even this one, even if it becomes the catalyst for peace in Syria—meaningful.

Which does not make our remembering, or our actions in memory of, or the action of remembering, mean nothing. Not in the least. Instead it puts us, like St. Peter, in our place. In the deep waters, casting our nets into the wide sea, knowing that we are not the ones who place the fish.

Knowing that we are not the ones who place the fish. 
Knowing that we are not the ones who place the fish.
Knowing that we are not the ones who place the fish.
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James Axtell
9 years 11 months ago
Thank you very much for this very moving piece, Fr. Gilger.
William Atkinson
9 years 10 months ago
All of the world is so sad, especially when great men and women lives are taken for their stand, beliefs, and work in humanity. The events of the last few decades show multitudes of martyrs who have offered up their lives for the good of man, for their beliefs, and especially for their works and faith in following the ways of Jesus. In our corporate world, where the leaders are more recognized for their leadership and the sufferings martyrs more than often go unrecognized, it is more of a sad situation. In olden times the different factions of Christianity were almost instantly recognized as those offering their lives for their faith, today the recognitions almost always go to the political leadership rather than the multitudes of those offer their lives for their faith and causes. It is all Christian religions that will in the future immortalize with recognition into the list of martyrs and saints those who, by the thousands have stood up and offered their lives in many ways for their following of the Jesus of Nazareth. In the 20th and now the 21st century that list is long long with entries in the hundreds.
Catherine McKeen
9 years 10 months ago
In so many ways, the story of Fr. Frans's life and his death, echoes the story of the 7 Trappist monks who lived among Algerians in Tibhirine and who were kidnapped and beheaded during the Algerian civil war in 1996. The Trappists could have left when they were warned of the danger to themselves, but they stayed among the people they served and loved. Dom Christian de Cherge's "Testament," written in 1993 as the Trappists felt the growing menace, allied him with suffering Algerian people of all faiths, in the same way Fr. Frans identified himself with the people of Homs, Syria. Dom Christian wrote: "If it should happen one day -- and it could be today -- that I become a victim of the terrorism which now seems ready to engulf all the foreigners living in Algeria, I would like my community, my Church and my family to remember that my life was GIVEN to God and to this country." He went on to ask the readers of his testament not to heap scorn on Algerians or its Muslim believers. "I do not see, in fact, how I could rejoice if the people I love were indiscriminately accused of my murder. It would be too high a price to pay for what will perhaps be called, the 'grace of martyrdom...." Thanks for a superb meditation on lives we find hard to imagine.

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