Sunday, June 12, 2022



Remembering Dan Seals, Haifa, Israel 1996

In March 1996 I went on my Baha'i pilgrimage to Haifa, Israel with Roshan and Rahmat, then in their teens. On the same pilgrimage was Dan Seals (Jimmy Seal's younger brother) and Dan's family. Every evening of those marvelous and ethereal nine days, our pilgrimage group was graced with an informal visit by one of the members of the Universal House of Justice or a Counsellor member of the International Teaching Centre. On one of the last evenings, our special guest was Donald Rogers, Counsellor member of the International Teaching Center. Counsellor Rogers was a Canadian and a superb artist. When he arrived for his informal time with us, he asked if it would be all right with us to enjoy some music and stories from Dan Seals, and the floor was given to Dan. (Dan was one of the rock/country duo, England Dan and John Ford Coley. He passed away in 2009.) Dan graciously accepted and shared about his recent trip to Vietnam as part of the US artist exchange tour arranged with the Government of Vietnam. Dan emotionally spoke of seeing the remains of a church that had been bombed by the US and the loss of so many lives in fruitless wars.

When asked how he became a Baha'i, Dan shared growing up in Texas with his mother, when they received a message from Jimmy, who was doing music with Dash Croft in California. The message included that Jimmy had become a Baha'i. Dan's mother felt alarmed by the news and told Dan that he must go and get his brother out of what she worried was a fanatical cult. The short version of the story was that Dan went to rescue his brother from that cult and, instead, returned to Texas a Baha'i himself. Dan performed two of his songs dedicated to the Baha'i Faith: The Prisoner and We are One, plus some lively songs, too.



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2-n8sPkE6gE

https://www.nme.com/.../jim-seals-of-seals-and-crofts...

 

Some of our pilgrimage group at the Garden of Ridván, March 1996. Dan Seals is seated in the back row, left side.

 

Thursday, June 9, 2022

 Velma Sherril visits to Durango 1972

 In January 1972 the Spiritual Assembly of Durango received news that Auxiliary Board member Mrs. Velma Sherrill would be visiting our community.  None of us had met her before, and we were eager to host her and to learn from her. 

 I was asked to pick her up at the Durango airport when she arrived.  We had not informed Mrs. Sherrill who to look for at the airport, nor did I know who to look for, but I reached the airport early and waited for the arriving passengers to come from their gate into the lobby.  There were only a few women deboarding the plane.  One woman, elegantly dressed, casually looked around and then stood by a wall near where I was standing holding myself up with my crutches. The woman had white skin and black hair.  She was stately dressed, and her bright red lipstick really stood out.  She had placed her suitcase on the floor next to her and held a large purse, as I remember it. 

 We were both looking around and when our eyes met, I asked her if she was Velma Sherrill.  She answered with a most delightful smile and asked my name. We shared a few words and were about to start walking to my car that was parked close by when a man approached Velma and asked her if he could assist to take her luggage to my car. She cordially accepted his offer and as we walked to my car, Velma reached into her purse and pulled out a small Bahá’í flyer.  I opened the car trunk, and the stranger carefully placed the suitcase in the trunk and closed it. He said something to the effect that he hoped our time in area would be pleasant. Velma then thanked him for his kindness and gently offered him the Bahá’i pamphlet with a few gentle words of appreciation.  He graciously accepted the pamphlet and went on his way.  Once in my car and starting on our way to Durango, Velma Sherrill explained to me her approach to teaching, briefly explained here as I remember what she shared with me:

 “I sit in a quiet place and meditate and pray until I sense the presence of Bahá’u’lláh. When I feel His closeness, I make an agreement with Him that I will teach the Faith to whoever He sends to me.  Then I proceed confidently knowing that if I keep my part of the agreement, Bahá’u’lláh will send me receptive souls to teach.  However, the only way I know if the soul I meet is a soul Bahá’u’lláh has put in my path is to share the Faith with everyone I meet, like the man who helped me with my suitcase at the airport.  For someone who shows a deep interest to learn, I stay in close contact with that person, and if the person’s accepts the Faith, I keep the relationship going to nurture that one to be an independent teacher of the Faith and a fellow believer.” (Referring to Shoghi Effendi’s advice in The Advent of Divine Justice, p. 52):

"...Let him refrain, at the outset, from insisting on such laws and observances as might impose too severe a strain on the seeker's newly awakened faith, and endeavor to nurse him, patiently, tactfully, and yet determinedly, into full maturity, and aid him to proclaim his unqualified acceptance of whatever has been ordained by Bahá'u'lláh. Let him, as soon as that stage has been attained, introduce him to the body of his fellow-believers, and seek, through constant fellowship and active participation in the local activities of his community, to enable him to contribute his share to the enrichment of its life, the furtherance of its tasks, the consolidations of its interests, and the coordination of its activities with those of its sister communities. Let him not be content until he has infused into his spiritual child so deep a longing as to impel him to arise independently, in his turn, and devote his energies to the quickening of other souls, and the upholding of the laws and principles laid down by his newly adopted Faith...." (Shoghi Effendi, The Advent of Divine Justice, p. 52)

One evening during her Durango stay, Doug and Belinda Boren invited Velma out for dinner.  She was relaying stories over dinner, when suddenly a man who had been watching from the other side of the restaurant came to their table and humbly asked what they were talking about, as he was drawn to them.  A spiritual conversation ensued, and Velma, with the man’s permission, took his address to continue the conversation through correspondence.  I believe he lived somewhere in the eastern United States. Of course, Doug and Belinda Boren were amazed at what they had just witnessed.  Velma knew the man was being sent to her from Bahá’u’lláh, and therefore she taught with confidence.  On her next visit to the Durango area, Velma updated us about the man she had met in the restaurant.  He had accepted the Faith and Velma had connected him with the Bahá’í community where he lived. 

Another personal teaching method she told me about was to occasionally host an “open house” in her home and invite people she thought might be receptive to the Faith, for light refreshments. In preparation for their visit, in addition to making her living room attractive with flowers or art, Velma would have two or three Bahá’i items visible to visitors: such as a photo of the Master carefully placed to be seen by guests, a Bahá’í book opened at eye level on a shelf, or a photo of the Shrine of the Báb. She would specifically have only two to three Bahá’i items out.  During the open house as guests enjoyed refreshments and light conversation, Velma would watch if any of her guests paused by one of the Bahá’í items and, if so, approach them.  If they inquired about the photo or open book, or appeared intent on the item, she would let them know that she and her husband hold a weekly, informal meeting to share about the Bahá’i teachings. This method seemed to draw a soul or two to study the Faith in a welcoming, intimate way.

Deepening on the Covenant: A primary theme that Velma focused on during her visits was the importance of being strong in the Covenant.  That theme was particularly important for young believers to study in the Four Corners area, as there were a small but active number of Covenant-breakers in the New Mexico/Colorado region.  Through these deepenings with Velma our faith was strengthened, and we gained deeper appreciation, not only of the Central Figures of the Faith, but also for Shoghi Effendi and the Universal House of Justice. 

Teaching topics: Velma told us that when she was a young believer, not many churches and social groups spoke about race unity, world peace, equality of women and men, or similar social themes.  That put the Bahá’ís in the forefront of talking about progressive ideas.  Several decades later many church and social groups had begun to uphold these same social values, and they no longer were unique to Baha’i’s.  Velma said more and more we need to share the Source of these noble themes, Bahá’u’lláh. The question to ask seekers to investigate as time moves forward, Velma emphasized, will be “Is Bahá’u’lláh Who He says He is?” 

‘Abdu’l-Bahá:  One day Velma was sharing with a couple of us that the station of the Master was so far above any human being, that there was no one, not even the most spiritual and intelligent among the believers, who could fully understand the Master’s Station, nor grasp what He could grasp. Toward the end of His life there were indications that He was fatigued and weary of this world. Aside from Shoghi Effendi, who was away at Oxford, and the Master’s sister, the Greatest Holy Leaf, Bahiyyih Khanum, no one existed who could be on the level of thought and understanding as ‘Abdu’l-Bahá. How difficult it would be to live in a such world with no one to truly talk with on the deepest levels.  

Race Unity:  Growing up, Velma lived in racially divided cities, where the white population lived segregated usually by choice from the black population.  Even with the noble teachings of the Faith on the most challenging issue of race, Velma said it was difficult for most white believers to go into neighborhoods where people of color lived.  She made efforts to get beyond any hesitancies in herself to venture into neighborhoods where mostly black people lived to interact with people, make friends and share the Bahá’í Teachings with receptive souls. She indicated that these efforts for race unity often resulted in lasting friendships. 

The Ten-Year Crusade: Velma spoke about the Ten-Year Crusade (1953-1963) that was initiated by the Guardian. Velma had become a Bahá’í in 1935 at the age of 24, and by the advent of the Ten-Year Crusade, she was already actively serving the Faith mainly in the Central United States.  Toward the latter years of the Plan, she said that the United States Bahá’i Community was lagging in winning the goals assigned to it.  Velma was serving as an Auxiliary Board member at the time, and she was appointed to the National Teaching Committee as secretary to help accelerate the progress of the Plan in the United States.  She said that the first thing she had the NTC do was to answer any communication it received from Bahá’í communities and individuals within one day, as this created a more intimate working relationship between the NTC and all protagonists of the Plan; individuals, groups, and Assemblies. The NTC intensified its efforts through movement of teaching, continual communication, and encouragement.  The goals of the Crusade were won.

Eunice Braun, former Auxiliary Board member, who served under Velma’s direction wrote about her: “Among Velma’s many superior qualities was an ability to discern the capacity of others. She admired the gifts of others and did much to inspire and guide them into recognizing and utilizing their talents in productive and creative ways for the Cause. Velma had an ability to make you feel good about your efforts in a way that freed you to stretch a little harder. There are many souls, here and in the Abhá Kingdom, who were nurtured by her confidence in their ability to become far more productive teachers and administrators of the Cause than at first seemed possible.” https://bahai.works/In_Memoriam_1992-1997/Velma_L._Sherrill

Those of us young believers in the Durango area certainly grew spiritually and administratively through a couple visits from Velma.  Her emphasis on firmness in the Covenant helped us build a strong core of believers to serve the Faith. 

A year after her visits to Durango, in 1973, she was appointed to the Continental Board of Counsellors.  I remember a visit she made to western Colorado as a Counsellor. Her love for the friends was greater than ever.  Margaret Gallagher was the Auxiliary Board member and several of her assistants were invited to meet with Counsellor Velma Sherrill at her hotel suite. We sat in one room adjacent to her room, which also served as her office, as she was occupied with her work for the Board of Counsellors. We could hear her talking on the phone in the next room. “Now, Glen,” she would patiently say followed by a suggestion or some advice and another “Glen”. Her tone of voice was loving, but firm. When she concluded the call, she came to join us and took a seat. “That was Glenford Mitchell (the Secretary of the National Spiritual Assembly of the United States).”  She explained that the Board of Counsellors was urging the US NSA to focus on some aspect of the Plan of that time. She told us that sometimes the Counsellors have a different perspective on the needs of the Plan from NSAs, and they have to work together.  

I also received her insights and love after I started working as a social worker in La Plata County and my job dealt with “clashes” between disability rights issues and government positions. I was often concerned about the seemingly thin line between human rights we should support and divisive politics that we should avoid.  Velma guided me to have the balance to uphold efforts in disability rights as part of my job description.

Chris Cholas, June 2, 2022

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Friday, October 29, 2021

Work In Progress:  Battle Creek

We travel across the USA on a rainy day
We reach Battle Creek on the third of May.
Students on a journey to learn
About race and prejudice in our city streets.
Richmond, Virginia is where we plan to meet.
(Shhh! Keep it to yourself. Just call it Urban Studies instead.)

In Battle Creek we find Uncle John’s Pancake House
On Michigan 94 and we find out that
It’s rainy in Battle Creek and we are soaked.|
A day to dream and maybe, just maybe,
To find out what Max Weber really knew.

We sit, syrup raised to battle stations,
And wage our pogrom against stacks
Of buttermilk pancakes,
Unaware that corn flakes were born here.

Bellies full and caffeinated, too,
We find out that the Road to Find Out
Is a vast and endless venture of signs,
True and tall tales, and the story of Kellogg corn flakes.

Searching deeper we find Potawatomi and Ottawa
People gathered on the Coguagiack prairie.
Mending wounds from earlier attacks in 1774
To form a village in peace around the lake. 

Here on this Road to Find Out,
the US army saw a chance to gain ground
For eastern settlers to claim the fertile soil.
Holding up food supplies from the tribes,
A theft caused a serious wound and the Potawatomi
Lost their land.  Life is cruel to some;
Trust intruders and find out who’s the fool.

Then came the sawmill and a small log cabin school.
Then a factory to make bricks. 
See how progress comes when the victor knows the tricks.

Freed from slavery Sojourner Truth made her home here
On the Road to Find Out; Battle Creek became a stop,
The underground railroad’s secret, safe spot for slaves
Fleeing to Canada in the north.

Ellen White's Adventists found here a place to convene in 1863:
William Miller had the Christ Return set for 1844,
But had the wrong country as the place to be
As Shiraz was the place he really should have longed for.

Dr. John Harvey Kellogg blended health, eugenics
And the betterment of race;
As long as it upheld a separate but equal face.
A twist to keep races apart with his social calisthenics
Roads to Find Out often took ugly turns and strange ones too.

His hapless brother, W.K., wandered on The Road to Find Out.
He sold brooms in Oklahoma boom towns,
But they were not a place for him to be.
Still a loser, W.K. returned on the Road to Find Out
To assist his brother’s sanitarium. There he chanced to spill
Liquefied cornmeal on a heating device and gave a shout.
He added milk and fed it to residents: corn flakes were born!
“Cereal City” had a destiny selling corn.

On the Road to Find Out we find out that race hate follows
Some white folks wherever they go
Like the time boxing Champ Jack Johnson
Was arrested here for marrying a white woman
And carrying her across state lines. The times didn’t seem to change
On the Road to Find Out.

Thousands of dough boys passed through
For training in WWI and WWII for army life
And prepare for their first taste of combat strife.
Later hundreds of wounded arrived in the second world war
Amputations, Neurosurgery, and plastic artificial eyes and surgeries galore.
Battle Creek was the first American city to install
Wheelchair ramps on sidewalks, ya’all
For the wounded to enjoy downtown life.
Every general knows that war has its rewards.
Train the troops and inter German Prisoners of War.

Wear black skin and the law could stop and frisk. 
That’s the risk one took to enjoy a walk to the store
Or to a park or going home from work. 
Dr. King came and spoke here, as did Muhammad Ali.
The Black Recondos made schools hire black teachers,
Officials too, or every black child would leave the school.
Black bodies filled seats that brought federal funds
And the school board would find what federal money was all about.

We’re on the Road to Find Out.We were on the Road to Find Out.
(At that time, we did not know the history around us
The stories of Battle Creek like layers of fallen leaves
In the rain-soaked ground that surrounded us.)

We sat, syrup raised to battle stations
And waged our pogrom against stacks
Of buttermilk pancakes at Uncle John’s Pancake House
On Michigan 94 still looking for the betterment of race.
Naïve about who wins and who finishes in last place.

C. S. Cholas, May 3, 1974, Battle Creek, Michigan


 


Street Preacher on Leigh Street

Inside city jails, inside city hall
Make wages at the bus line
Haul on to the Silver Coach for lunch.
Taste the honey suckle scent
  As it drifts through the humid afternoons.

MLK Jr. watches
From a large poster on the living room wall.
Packing books now; a new approach and call
For a family man of four
Whose wife is seriously a clown;
   A professional clown.

Ease the nerves, humor the tired eyes,
Give to children a joyful surprise
Make some funny sense out of Richmond
Clown face to deflect the social lies.

The street preacher studies in Virginia Union halls
His heart firm with God and his mind justly wise
In a city split by segregated walls
His voice a fiery call for the just to arise.

Street preacher’s firm face a godly fire for Truth.
Sweet teacher’s Clown face a godsend in smiles.

                                                C. S. Cholas
                                                May 13, 1974, Richmond, Virginia
                                                Remembering Rev. Linwood and Mary Corbett

 Rev. Linwood "Bishop Benjamin Israel" Corbett Sr.

 

 


 


 

 Slim’s Lake Kegonsa Campsite


With his head band and ragged beard, Slim looked the wild man,
A wild, bandit guerilla stooped
Over the Lake Kegonsa campfire, pouring coffee into a mug,
Pouring out his thoughts into the night air;
About work, race and social change. He swatted at a bug
And slumped into his folding chair.

Some would have thought him mad by his looks
As he voiced views found in skeptics’ books;
Max Weber, Baldwin, Alinsky and Studs Terkel too.
Our mentor sociologist shared thoughts new to us
As we kept the fire going, log by log; and we put-up tents.
Above all, cynic, or advocate, we laughed
As we fried food, talked, and laughed with Slim
At Lake Kegonsa.

The night, splattered with stars and sausage grease,
Promised a good night’s sleep for this college tour
On its way east and south to Richmond to explore
Why prejudice churns and burns more and more.

Slim knew something he chose not to convey to the naïve.
Those of us used to this secure, white world we enjoyed.
He preferred we learn by being there, our crested status laid bare.
Where our white-fused views would be tried with truth

Would we fight or flee, turn angry, tearful or fearful,
Or sad in our struggle with it?

As ashes rose from the fire, silence settled over its roar.
Slim grinned a grin as one in combat might let slip,
Acting brave while staring upon an open grave

C. S. Cholas, May 6, 1974.
Lake Kegonsa Campground, Wisconsin

Monday, September 20, 2021

 

Trip to Turnabe: September, 17 2003

  A wonderful highlight of our time in Tela, Honduras was going to Turnabe to visit Armando Guzman and his family.  This family is very distinctive and left a deep impact on us. They are in charge of the village phone office, so have an easy means to stay in touch with everyone in the village.  Armando told us that he felt having the phone office in his home was a blessing from Bahá’u’lláh to help him teach the Faith.  During our short afternoon visit with them we learned that the family had been Bahá’ís since the 1980’s.  Armando knew Counsellor Dr. Ahmadiyyeh and named many other early believers who worked in Central America.  Armando has been active in recruiting villagers to attend Ruhi institutes in the nearby Institute facility in El Peru.  He has organized youth and junior youth groups who meet regularly.  Armando, his mother, Norma, his sister, Anna are very proud of the CD that they have produced along with other active Garifuna musicians of the Hidden Words sung with Garifuna melody and translation.  He was kind to share a copy with us.  Armando also expressed much emotion about his experience visiting the World Centre during the dedication of the terraces. We were impressed by their dedication to the Faith and their single-minded focus on the elements of the Five Year Plan.  Theirs seems to be a stronghold for the Faith in that area thanks to their efforts.

          A wonderful highlight of our time in Tela, Honduras was going to Turnabe to visit Armando Guzman and his family.  This family is very distinctive and left a deep impact on us. They are in charge of the village phone office, so have an easy means to stay in touch with everyone in the village.  Armando told us that he felt having the phone office in his home was a blessing from Bahá’u’lláh to help him teach the Faith.  During our short afternoon visit with them we learned that the family had been Bahá’ís since the 1980’s.  Armando knew Counsellor Dr. Ahmadiyyeh and named many other early believers who worked in Central America.  Armando has been active in recruiting villagers to attend Ruhi institutes in the nearby Institute facility in El Peru.  He has organized youth and junior youth groups who meet regularly.  Armando, his mother, Norma, his sister, Anna are very proud of the CD that they have produced along with other active Garifuna musicians of the Hidden Words sung with Garifuna melody and translation.  He was kind to share a copy with us.  Armando also expressed much emotion about his experience visiting the World Centre during the dedication of the terraces. We were impressed by their dedication to the Faith and their single-minded focus on the elements of the Five Year Plan.  Theirs seems to be a stronghold for the Faith in that area thanks to their efforts.




 

Visit with Quentin Farrand during travel teaching in El Salvador, June 1995

June 12, 1995 Lago de Coatepeque… visit with Quentin Farrand, long time pioneer with his wife to El Salvador from Detroit, Michigan.

Quentin (Tim) Farrand worked in a military hospital in Denver in 1955.  President Dwight Eisenhauer was a patient the hospital following a heart attack.  Tim had the job of staying with the President for hours every day talking, doing crossword puzzles, and keeping the President from talking about politics.

Tim contacted the National Spiritual Assembly to see if it would be appropriate for him to mention Bahá’i to the President, especially to thank him for his cable to the Shah in 1955 in defense of the Baha’is.  The National Spiritual Assembly okayed it.

Tim told President Eisenhauer he was a Bahá’i and wanted to thank the President for intervening on behalf of the Baha’is in Iran.  The President asked about the Faith.  Tim told him the history of Bahá’u’lláh; mentioned prominent people who had expressed respect for the Faith, such as Tolstoy; and shared the principles.  Eisenhauer especially like the principles.  He told Tim that if the Baha’is in Iran were ever attacked again that he would do anything in his power to defend them. 

Thirty years later while in the states, Tim had an opportunity to visit with Hand of the Cause of God Zikrullah Khadem.  Mr. Khadem told Tim that later in 1955 the Mullahs in Iran had decided to incite mobs to burn the homes of prominent Baha’is and to kill the Baha’is if they tried to escape.  Somehow the US Embassy found out about the devious plan and contacted President Eisenhauer who contacted the Shah with the warning the if anything happened to the Bahá’ís, US aid to Iran would be cut off!  The Shah ordered soldiers to protect the Bahá’i homes.  Tim said that he found this out thirty years later.  The President had kept his promise. 

 

Tim also shared about how his mother hosted Louis Gregory for three months when Tim was twelve years old.  Louis Gregory made a big impression on Tim’s life.  Also, David and Joy Earl, an interracial couple in Detroit who suffered through much racial hatred directed toward them.  Joy had a miscarriage due largely to the stress of prejudice she received from her white neighbors who “didn’t want a n____ baby in their neighborhood.  Joy was a mentor to Tim.