As I listened to the stories of Cluj, the city’s history, and powerful forces over time, I heard a story of resilience and community. The mix of cultures over the centuries is easy to see in the architecture and natural affinities. In the food, the local influence seems to bring something fresh to every disk. Beyond this, what has stood out is the ability of its people to survive and endure. The stories of the past six decades did not start well. Selfish leaders put ideology and privilege for the few above the needs and hopes of the community.
As I walked, listening, and observed, several lessons emerged along with a sense of a need to carry them with me.
As much as one wants to forget the past, it has and will continue to shape the present and future. I could feel the thoughts as memories of evil colored the way lives and communities were touched. It was as if an echo of the psalm was playing out, “like a rock pulverized by a maul, let their bones be scattered at the gates of hell,” (Psalm 141.7) and yet the lingering impact of their touch remained. Accepting the past with a firm resolve to bring love and hope to this moment can break the hold it has on one’s life.
Recognizing that good can be found in one regardless of her or his view, culture, and preferences. An observation brought this into focus for me. “I have families on both sides. Everyone exaggerated their strengths. In the end, I love them both.” Looking for the best in others helps create and sustain a shared intent for good. A shared solution, especially one based on children and family, reshapes the moment at hand.
Focusing on the moment at hand when one’s understanding about the past has been exhausted is a viable choice. Yes, electing a major three consecutive times makes no sense from today’s lens. What is great is how we see ourselves with clarity, purpose, and hope.
This community’s enduring perseverance leaves me with hope.
