A friend sent me this. His knowledge of the internet and associated thingymajigs is minimal. He didn't send me a link to this and for him to try and get one in retrospect would be asking the impossible. In deference to his years I'll save him the stress and run it sans link:
September 19, 2011
Twenty-fifth Sunday After Pentecost
Father Pat's Pastoral Ponderings
returned home, last evening, from a five-day trip to Syria, I am
sending this first message to the friends who have been praying for me
this past week. Many of these, prior to the trip, expressed concerns for
my safety, so let my first words serve to reassure them.
begin by remarking that at only one point on this trip did I feel the
slightest fear for my physical wellbeing. It happened this way: Our
little group was conducted into a large room full of scary-looking
people, where a security force of more than twenty policemen met us, all
of them carrying side arms, and several holding assault rifles. As we
walked through their midst, this security force gave our group a careful
For the benefit of those concerned for my safety
this past week, let mention that the room was the gate boarding area of
an airport. It was the first day of our trip. The city was Chicago.
the time we boarded our plane, however, and during the remainder of the
trip---in Jordan and Syria---I did not see a single side arm on anyone
at all, and I saw only two rifles: one held by a guard in front of the
Defense Ministry in Damascus, and the other by the man who opened the
front gate for us at the Presidential Palace.
During our entire
time in Syria, I saw not a single armed policeman nor---except for that
guard at the Defense Ministry---a single soldier. I saw only one
military vehicle, and that was near the Defense Ministry.
only other weapons I saw in Syria were the 10-inch batons used by the
local police to direct the flow of traffic in Damascus. Indeed, the only
moments of real apprehension I felt in Syria were occasioned by certain
extraordinary displays of spontaneity and boldness on the part of its
In Syria our group---together and singly---was
permitted to go wherever we wished and to ask any questions of anybody
we wanted. There was only one restriction: our tourist agency mentioned
two smaller cities where, out of concern for our safety, they could not
take responsibility for us. This concern, they said, was prompted by
patterns of violence among some of the "criminal elements" active in
those cities---not the Syrian government.
Even then, however, we
were not forbidden to travel to those two cities; the tourist agency
simply refused to take us. (For the sake of candor, I confess that I was
the visitor who ardently pressed them on the point, assuring them that
we Chicagoans are impervious to fear. They ignored me.)
traveling to Syria, I checked out the web page of our State Department,
where I was warned that travel in Syria is currently very dangerous.
Normally I take such warnings seriously.
Over many years,
however, I have done a bit of foreign travel, so I also trust my
instincts with respect to safety. Long I walked the dark streets of
Athens during a period when there were riots and insurrections
throughout Greece. That same year---just after the civil war in
Cyprus---I roamed all over that island, as U.N. peacekeepers policed the
In Kosovo a few years ago, again at night, I strolled
from the south (Albanian) side of Mitrovica to the north (Serbian)
side---and back again---without incident. I have walked around, after
dark, in the neighborhoods of numerous foreign cities, such as London,
Paris, Milan, Istanbul, and Tel-Aviv. In 1973 I was in the Athens
airport when terrorists stormed the El-Al customer desk with grenades
and machine guns. I think I can recognize danger.
I also know
what it feels like to move around in the dangerous atmosphere of a
police state. Last year, for instance, I spent a week in Guatemala,
where I saw guns galore on nearly every street. At the time, the murder
statistics in Guatemala City were staggering. (Father Timothy Ferguson,
who spent a year there, followed the murder reports in the newspaper; he
told me that 87 women were murdered in his immediate neighborhood
during that year, but not a single person was ever arrested for those
murders.) Within five minutes of entering Guatemala City, I was aware of
danger. Indeed, if I were not a Chicagoan, I might have feared for my
So, let me sum up my impression of the danger factor in
Syria. On a security scale of 1-to-10, I would give Syria a 9.7. Using
that same scale, I would give Detroit a 4, Philadelphia a 6, and Disney
World an 8.5.