Getting drenched in Cuernavaca, Mexico!
“Most of what we do in worldly life is geared toward our staying dry, looking good, not going under. But in baptism, in lakes and rain and tanks and fonts, you agree to do something that’s a little sloppy, because at the same time it’s also holy, and absurd. It’s about surrender, giving in to all those things we can’t control; it’s a willingness to let go of balance and decorum and get drenched.”
-Anne Lamott, Traveling Mercies
Well, family and friends, I think I’ve gotten drenched more times this month than in any other month of my life! My first few weeks in Cuernavaca, Mexico have been incredible, exciting, overwhelming, daunting, exhausting, and inspiring. I hope this newsletter will help you to feel a part of this journey—know that I take your friendship, prayers, support, and love with me every step of the way. For the month of September, I’m playing with Lamott’s metaphors of water, as they help me to articulate best some of what I have experienced and felt thus far. Thanks for reading!
Life in Cuernavaca…
My first month in Mexico has been a constant practice of letting go and getting drenched…learning to understand and express myself in Spanish, adapting to a new home and foreign culture, getting lost in Cuernavaca’s crazy streets and bus system, adjusting to “Mexican time,” being the only blue-eyed blonde for miles, not knowing exactly what I’m eating, etc. I’ve felt saturated—physically and emotionally—by so many unknowns, discomforts, and fears. But I’ve also been drenched by hospitality, generosity, thrill, growth, and relationship. Welcomed into a beautiful home, I live with Sol, her daughter, and two grandsons, in the neighborhood of Chipitlan. Sol is a driven, passionate, and faithful woman, a leader of a base Christian community and a wonderful, caring mother. Our neighborhood is home to a diversity of people—I see child and elder, wealthy and poor, dark-skinned and light-skinned. The Catholic Church we attend is just blocks away, as is the street where we go to buy our week’s supply of tortillas, beans, and fresh produce. I absolutely love my location, as it’s good distance away from the noise of the city, easy access to public transportation, and a nice walk to my work and the city center. Cuernavaca itself is a bustling, hilly, colorful city! It’s quite a change from my familiar homelands of Moorhead and Sioux Falls, but each week I find more beauty and gift here. The weather is impeccable (70s-80s everyday), the surrounding mountains are beautiful, people are friendly and gracious, pollution, traffic, and crowdedness are real, the discrepancy between rich and poor is extreme, and celebration and fiestas abound!
Mexican hospitality…
One of my favorite phrases in Mexico is “Mi casa es su casa,” which translates, “My house is your house.” When you ask Mexicans, “Where is your home?” they will reply, “Your home is in…” This is their way of emphasizing that what is mine is also yours. And Mexicans live it! They practice hospitality with sincerity and delight. They greet one another on the street and take time to visit. They drop in each others’ homes and end up staying for hours. They find every reason in the world to have a fiesta and truly believe the more people, the better. Celebration, fellowship, and food are far more important than following the clock…what a beautiful way to live.
Many have asked, “So, what are you doing?”
Valid question! The most honest response is that my work is constantly changing and I’m rarely sure what tasks and experiences lay before me. Nonetheless, here’s a glimpse of a “typical” work week…
Three days a week, I work at CIDHAL (Communication, Interchange for Human Development in Latin America), an organization that works for equality of women and men from the perspective of gender. It’s a fascinating place. They collaborate with various other non-governmental and governmental organizations and are at the front of many movements to promote health and justice. My role is pretty undefined, but I help out with various office tasks and tag along to workshops on indigenous women, the environment, health, and sexuality. Though I do not necessarily feel drenched by my workload at CIDHAL, it’s been an exercise in humility and patience, as I often need step-by-step instruction and have yet to accomplish tasks more difficult than stapling papers, ordering cookies, and following instructions (in Spanish, of course) for the coffee percolator.
Two days a week, I travel to the indigenous communities of Cuentepec and Cuatetelco (each about an hour away from Cuernavaca) to walk alongside women who live there. At this point, my work in these communities is much less about doing, and much more about being, seeing, loving, and learning. That can be a difficult job description for a strong type-A personality, but I’m learning to embrace the change in pace and expectation. These communities allow me to see, taste, hear, and touch a whole new world. I see small, rustic homes made of brick, adobe, and bamboo-like plants. Women and children fill the streets—some are carrying heavy loads of water and food; others spend all day sitting against a building, trying to sell tortillas, toys, produce, clothing, crafts—whatever can get them a few pesos. Their faces convey exhaustion and commitment. Piles of dirt, junk, and trash accumulate in the roads and ditches. Stray, sickly-looking dogs, cats, and pigs roam everywhere; horses and mules carry farmers and large loads of corn in from the field; roosters and chickens run loose in and out of homes and peck at my feet. I smell fresh tortillas and sopés grilled over an open fire, and eat ripe passion fruit, plums, and pomegranates picked from trees in the yard.
It is into this setting that I am called. It goes without saying that I feel completely uncomfortable and out of my element. There is culture shock, and then there is culture shock! The best way I can describe it is to say that it feels like I got plopped down in the middle of a PBS documentary on indigenous communities and then was asked to build community. What? How? How do I connect with this place and these people? How do they see me and me them? How do I acknowledge and respect our differences yet find ways to form relationship and trust? Though our backgrounds and traditions are worlds apart, it has been one of the most powerful experiences of my life to witness the women’s generosity and invitation to relationship. They entrust me with personal stories of their pre-Hispanic rituals and festivals. They welcome me by cooking the traditional feasts of their pueblo and teaching me how to make tortillas. They tell me of the rigors of daily living, as they spend hours caring for their children, preparing meals, and traveling to the river to bathe, get water, and wash clothes. It’s a difficult and laborious life, yet the women exude great joy and pride in their work and culture.
The first trip to these pueblos felt a bit like drowning in foreign waters, but each trip back changes my perspective, helping me to see the unknown not as a torrential downpour, but as a powerful, life-giving shower. There’s something about going back, about returning to a place, about gradually watching a foreign land and people become community. It’s still uncomfortable and foreign—I hope that never entirely goes away—but each visit brings new signs of growth and connection. It’s an exercise in patience, trust, dependence, and grace. In the midst of great weakness and vulnerability, I am learning to receive instead of give, to be instead of do, to celebrate the gifts, and to live in deep gratitude. Yes, I feel sloppy, imbalanced, and out of control, I know it’s probably the most absurd thing I have ever done, but Lamott’s quote helps me to see this year as a journey grounded in baptismal promise. For it is in those waters of love that I am given the freedom to let go, the courage to dive into the unknown, and the call to get drenched!
Thanks for all the love and support this past month! I look forward to hearing from you throughout the year.
Peace to you,
Sarah
Sunday, September 30, 2007
September Newsletter - Kristin in Slovakia
Arriving and Settling into Slovakia
Life in Vel'ky Slavkov
After spending the first three weeks in orientation and language training, I finally arrived at my placement. My placement is located in Vel'ky Slavkov, a small village in the Tatras Mountains in the northern central part of Slovakia. Every day when I walk outside I am still amazed at the gorgeous mountain view that greets me. The village has about one thousand people located in it so everyone knows everybody else. I definitely stand out as the outsider in the village but mostly in a good way. I have found that the middle school girls in town really enjoy talking to me because I'm somebody different and I'm from America. Even though I don't understand most of what they are saying, they enjoy entertaining me with their wild gestures, hip-hop dancing, repeated known words, and lots of laughter. This makes even a simple trip to the center or bus stop an adventure.
I am living in Myln, which used to be a penzion (hotel) and is now rented by the center. This is where the Gurkas family, my host family, and the other workers for the center are living. I have my own room which is very nice with a little sitting area and then two beds and cabinets and shelves. I also have my own bathroom which is located down the hallway. There is a giant living room located on the first floor which is used for everything from youth group meetings, Bible studies, and Sunday morning worship to a practice area for the praise and worship band and the girls dance team. There is also a large kitchen and dining room on the bottom floor where lunches are served for the boys at the center, the workers, and anyone else who shows up.
My host family, the Gurkas, are a family of six. There are four children – Sarah age 6, Kristina age 8, Edward age 12, and David age 13. The family knows a little English and I know a couple of words in Slovak, but often we use my dictionary and hand gestures to communicate. Despite the language barriers, time spent with them is very enjoyable and they are a very welcoming family. The first night that I was there Sarah excitedly told her parents that now she had two sisters named Kristinka (what she calls both of us), one big and one small. They have definitely helped me to feel at home here.
The Gurkas are in charge of the center which currently houses about twenty boys. The center is a half-way house for these boys who are mostly ages 18-25. When the boys are forced to leave the children's home at eighteen most of them do not have anywhere to live or a job to provide money. A lot of them are also dealing with problems from their childhood and addictions. The center is a place where they can come and live. The workers here help them find jobs, provide counseling and Bible studies, go with them to the dentist and doctor, provide activities for them, make sure chores are done, are there for the boys to talk to about problems, and much more. I have just arrived so I am not yet sure about the details of my job but it seems like I will be doing some cleaning around Myln, working with my host mom in the kitchen, visiting the boys a couple of evenings a week with the workers, attending activities, and possibly helping to teach English to the boys and others in the community.
One distinct difference between the cultures is the food. Oftentimes it hasn't been so much the food itself, as much as when it is eaten. My breakfasts here have often been bread with salami and peppers, or butter and jam. On occasion I am served hot dogs or tuna fish sandwiches for breakfast. Lunch is the big meal of the day here. Usually it consists of some kind of soup and then a main course. Almost every meal here contains bread with it and if there isn't bread there are either potatoes, pasta, or rice instead. The people here definitely are not conscious about eating too many carbohydrates! Also, sometimes, there is served a sweet lunch which either consists of hot vanilla pudding with bread or jam filled dumplings in butter sauce and covered with powdered cocoa. Dinners, then, are usually similar to breakfast with bread and then either butter, pate or canned meat spread, or cheese, and vegetables, usually peppers and tomatoes. I have also experienced having French fries as the main course of dinner, not the side dish! My favorite traditional meal that I have had so far was knedla (a cross between a dumpling and potato bread) served with pork goulash (meat, cabbage, and vegetables in a red sauce). I have been keeping an open mind and trying all of the food put before me, and have even discovered some pleasant surprises such as a love of peppers and that I now get excited when the main meal has fresh vegetables in it, no matter what they are.
One of my favorite things about here is the Christian community that I am placed in. Every weekday morning the workers here get together before work starts and sing praise songs and have a short Bible study. I have found that it is a wonderful way to start the day. I really enjoy learning the songs, all sung in Slovak, and it is a good way to practice my sight reading of the language. The same type of thing occurs a couple of evenings throughout the week, as well as a youth group that meets Saturday evenings and a worship service on Sunday mornings. I am definitely aware of their love for God and it is evident that He is at work in this place. God crosses all language barriers and cultures. He is the same God here in Slovakia as He is at home. I am thankful that He has called me to this place.
Life in Vel'ky Slavkov
After spending the first three weeks in orientation and language training, I finally arrived at my placement. My placement is located in Vel'ky Slavkov, a small village in the Tatras Mountains in the northern central part of Slovakia. Every day when I walk outside I am still amazed at the gorgeous mountain view that greets me. The village has about one thousand people located in it so everyone knows everybody else. I definitely stand out as the outsider in the village but mostly in a good way. I have found that the middle school girls in town really enjoy talking to me because I'm somebody different and I'm from America. Even though I don't understand most of what they are saying, they enjoy entertaining me with their wild gestures, hip-hop dancing, repeated known words, and lots of laughter. This makes even a simple trip to the center or bus stop an adventure.
I am living in Myln, which used to be a penzion (hotel) and is now rented by the center. This is where the Gurkas family, my host family, and the other workers for the center are living. I have my own room which is very nice with a little sitting area and then two beds and cabinets and shelves. I also have my own bathroom which is located down the hallway. There is a giant living room located on the first floor which is used for everything from youth group meetings, Bible studies, and Sunday morning worship to a practice area for the praise and worship band and the girls dance team. There is also a large kitchen and dining room on the bottom floor where lunches are served for the boys at the center, the workers, and anyone else who shows up.
My host family, the Gurkas, are a family of six. There are four children – Sarah age 6, Kristina age 8, Edward age 12, and David age 13. The family knows a little English and I know a couple of words in Slovak, but often we use my dictionary and hand gestures to communicate. Despite the language barriers, time spent with them is very enjoyable and they are a very welcoming family. The first night that I was there Sarah excitedly told her parents that now she had two sisters named Kristinka (what she calls both of us), one big and one small. They have definitely helped me to feel at home here.
The Gurkas are in charge of the center which currently houses about twenty boys. The center is a half-way house for these boys who are mostly ages 18-25. When the boys are forced to leave the children's home at eighteen most of them do not have anywhere to live or a job to provide money. A lot of them are also dealing with problems from their childhood and addictions. The center is a place where they can come and live. The workers here help them find jobs, provide counseling and Bible studies, go with them to the dentist and doctor, provide activities for them, make sure chores are done, are there for the boys to talk to about problems, and much more. I have just arrived so I am not yet sure about the details of my job but it seems like I will be doing some cleaning around Myln, working with my host mom in the kitchen, visiting the boys a couple of evenings a week with the workers, attending activities, and possibly helping to teach English to the boys and others in the community.
One distinct difference between the cultures is the food. Oftentimes it hasn't been so much the food itself, as much as when it is eaten. My breakfasts here have often been bread with salami and peppers, or butter and jam. On occasion I am served hot dogs or tuna fish sandwiches for breakfast. Lunch is the big meal of the day here. Usually it consists of some kind of soup and then a main course. Almost every meal here contains bread with it and if there isn't bread there are either potatoes, pasta, or rice instead. The people here definitely are not conscious about eating too many carbohydrates! Also, sometimes, there is served a sweet lunch which either consists of hot vanilla pudding with bread or jam filled dumplings in butter sauce and covered with powdered cocoa. Dinners, then, are usually similar to breakfast with bread and then either butter, pate or canned meat spread, or cheese, and vegetables, usually peppers and tomatoes. I have also experienced having French fries as the main course of dinner, not the side dish! My favorite traditional meal that I have had so far was knedla (a cross between a dumpling and potato bread) served with pork goulash (meat, cabbage, and vegetables in a red sauce). I have been keeping an open mind and trying all of the food put before me, and have even discovered some pleasant surprises such as a love of peppers and that I now get excited when the main meal has fresh vegetables in it, no matter what they are.
One of my favorite things about here is the Christian community that I am placed in. Every weekday morning the workers here get together before work starts and sing praise songs and have a short Bible study. I have found that it is a wonderful way to start the day. I really enjoy learning the songs, all sung in Slovak, and it is a good way to practice my sight reading of the language. The same type of thing occurs a couple of evenings throughout the week, as well as a youth group that meets Saturday evenings and a worship service on Sunday mornings. I am definitely aware of their love for God and it is evident that He is at work in this place. God crosses all language barriers and cultures. He is the same God here in Slovakia as He is at home. I am thankful that He has called me to this place.
September Newsletter - Karin in Argentina
ARGENTINA UPDATE
Livin’ La Vida Loca: Rada Tilly Style
By Karin
September 30, 2007
After one week of orientation in Chicago, an additional week in Buenos Aires and three weeks of work in Comodoro Rivadavia, I am beginning to settle in. The waitress at the corner cafe brings me “cafe con leche” without asking; I know where and how to get on and off the bus; I have experienced my first “asado” or Argentine barbecue; and I have mastered buying fruit at the supermarket, a process which requires weighing the fruit before taking it up to the cash register, (that was learned the hard way). As the streets and smiles become familiar, it feels more and more like home.
Although I am working in Comodoro, I am living just outside of the city in a small beach town, Rada Tilly. Brunildhe Ede or “oma” to those who know her best, has graciously agreed to take me in. As an 83-year-old law stu
dent who recently earned a degree in Political Science, she puts my spanish studying efforts to shame.
Every day holds a contradiction of emotions. Moments of tremendous uncertainty, loneliness and doubt are often followed by a deep and authentic sense of gratitude. The kindness of strangers continues to overwhelm me. I have never felt more alive. Your support through letters, emails, pictures and prayers has been an unexpected and treasured blessing. Almost every day after returning home from work there is a letter wedged in-between the gate at 1096 Moyano Avenue with a familiar name in the upper left corner. Thank you.
Five other volunteers are serving through the YAGM program in Argentina and Uruguay this year: Kevin (Montevideo, Uruguay), Kristina (La Plata, Argentina), Kirsten (Montevideo, Uruguay), Kim (Obera, Argentina) and James (Resistencia, Argentina). Their presence, knowledge and support has already enriched my Argentine experience. Please keep their health and ministry in your prayers too. Karin
ARGENTINA MONTHLY
September 30, 2007
Centro de Cuidado Infantiles
Congregation San Juan Bautista
“In this life we can do no great things. Only small things with great love.” -Mother Teresa
Monday through Friday, 30 children between the ages of 1-4 gather at the “Pinguinitos del Sur,” or Penguins of the South Center for childcare. My role is to assist in providing a safe and healthy community for each child that walks through the door.
Other activities include Saturday night Bible Study with church youth, Holden Evening Prayer, and worship on Sunday mornings. Visit www.sanjuan-bautista.org for more more information.
Madres de Plaza de Mayo
Abuelas de Plaza de Mayo
On Thursday April 30, 1977, fourteen mothers stood outside the Casa Rosada, the Presidential Palaces in Buenos Aires, in an attempt to find their missing children. Symbolizing the dove of peace with white scarves draped over their hair, the mothers walked around the plaza for a half an hour. Four decades later, on a Thursday afternoon, they continue to walk.
The Mothers of the Plaza de Mayo is an association created during the Dirty War (1976-1983) by mothers who had met each other while trying to find their missing sons and daughters that had “disappeared” under the military dictatorship. The military has now admitted that over 9,000 kidnapped are still unaccounted for, but the Madres de Plaza de Mayo estimate the number closer to 30,000. Although they named January 26, 2006 as their final March of Resistance, they continue to walk in pursuit of action to other social causes.
I Tremble on the Edge of a Maybe
Oh God of beginnings
As your Spirit moved
Over the face of the deep
On the first day of creation,
Move with me now
In my time of beginnings,
When the air is rain-washed,
The bloom is on the bush,
And the world seems fresh with possibilities,
And I feel ready and full.
I tremble on the edge of a maybe,
A first time,
A new thing,
A tentative start,
And a wonder of it lays its finger on my lips.
In silence, Lord, I share now my eagerness
And my uneasiness
About this something different I would be or do;
And I listen for your leading
To help me separate the light
From the darkness
In the change I seek to shape
And which is shaping me.
Ted Loder
Guerillas of Grace: Prayers of the Battle
Livin’ La Vida Loca: Rada Tilly Style
By Karin
September 30, 2007
After one week of orientation in Chicago, an additional week in Buenos Aires and three weeks of work in Comodoro Rivadavia, I am beginning to settle in. The waitress at the corner cafe brings me “cafe con leche” without asking; I know where and how to get on and off the bus; I have experienced my first “asado” or Argentine barbecue; and I have mastered buying fruit at the supermarket, a process which requires weighing the fruit before taking it up to the cash register, (that was learned the hard way). As the streets and smiles become familiar, it feels more and more like home.
Although I am working in Comodoro, I am living just outside of the city in a small beach town, Rada Tilly. Brunildhe Ede or “oma” to those who know her best, has graciously agreed to take me in. As an 83-year-old law stu
dent who recently earned a degree in Political Science, she puts my spanish studying efforts to shame.
Every day holds a contradiction of emotions. Moments of tremendous uncertainty, loneliness and doubt are often followed by a deep and authentic sense of gratitude. The kindness of strangers continues to overwhelm me. I have never felt more alive. Your support through letters, emails, pictures and prayers has been an unexpected and treasured blessing. Almost every day after returning home from work there is a letter wedged in-between the gate at 1096 Moyano Avenue with a familiar name in the upper left corner. Thank you.
Five other volunteers are serving through the YAGM program in Argentina and Uruguay this year: Kevin (Montevideo, Uruguay), Kristina (La Plata, Argentina), Kirsten (Montevideo, Uruguay), Kim (Obera, Argentina) and James (Resistencia, Argentina). Their presence, knowledge and support has already enriched my Argentine experience. Please keep their health and ministry in your prayers too. Karin
ARGENTINA MONTHLY
September 30, 2007
Centro de Cuidado Infantiles
Congregation San Juan Bautista
“In this life we can do no great things. Only small things with great love.” -Mother Teresa
Monday through Friday, 30 children between the ages of 1-4 gather at the “Pinguinitos del Sur,” or Penguins of the South Center for childcare. My role is to assist in providing a safe and healthy community for each child that walks through the door.
Other activities include Saturday night Bible Study with church youth, Holden Evening Prayer, and worship on Sunday mornings. Visit www.sanjuan-bautista.org for more more information.
Madres de Plaza de Mayo
Abuelas de Plaza de Mayo
On Thursday April 30, 1977, fourteen mothers stood outside the Casa Rosada, the Presidential Palaces in Buenos Aires, in an attempt to find their missing children. Symbolizing the dove of peace with white scarves draped over their hair, the mothers walked around the plaza for a half an hour. Four decades later, on a Thursday afternoon, they continue to walk.
The Mothers of the Plaza de Mayo is an association created during the Dirty War (1976-1983) by mothers who had met each other while trying to find their missing sons and daughters that had “disappeared” under the military dictatorship. The military has now admitted that over 9,000 kidnapped are still unaccounted for, but the Madres de Plaza de Mayo estimate the number closer to 30,000. Although they named January 26, 2006 as their final March of Resistance, they continue to walk in pursuit of action to other social causes.
I Tremble on the Edge of a Maybe
Oh God of beginnings
As your Spirit moved
Over the face of the deep
On the first day of creation,
Move with me now
In my time of beginnings,
When the air is rain-washed,
The bloom is on the bush,
And the world seems fresh with possibilities,
And I feel ready and full.
I tremble on the edge of a maybe,
A first time,
A new thing,
A tentative start,
And a wonder of it lays its finger on my lips.
In silence, Lord, I share now my eagerness
And my uneasiness
About this something different I would be or do;
And I listen for your leading
To help me separate the light
From the darkness
In the change I seek to shape
And which is shaping me.
Ted Loder
Guerillas of Grace: Prayers of the Battle
Saturday, September 29, 2007
September Newsletter - Laura in India
COVERING THE BASICS
I have received several questions on the basics of life here in India:
food, my living situation, weather, etc. I hope the following will
satisfy such inquiries.
"Would you like your spicy a 1, 2, or 3?"
To my pleasant surprise, the food has not been uncomfortably spicy.
Either the cooks are going easy on the chili peppers, or my taste buds
are adjusting. I'd like to think it's the ladder. I refuse to be
that wussy foreigner. South Indian food is delicious. We are stuffed
with rice, curries, vegetables, bananas and other fruits, as well as
plenty of coconut. One favorite is upama: a cream of wheat like dish
that is drier and stickier than the soup like existence I've
previously known. Cooked with onions, green chilies, nuts or other
goodies, and served for breakfast, you mash a banana within the upama,
top with sugar and enjoy. Another bonus of Indian cooking: the
generous use of sugar. My sweet tooth and I are quite content.
"Singing in the Rain"
Though warm and humid, the weather has been generous to us, raining
almost every day since our arrival. This
heavens-opening-all-grandeur rainfall is unusual as the first monsoon
was to end in August. As we near October, though, we head into the
second monsoon season, bringing evening showers accompanied by thunder
and lightning. Though the climate has stayed relatively cool, I've
still managed to sweat profusely. I like to believe my glands will
eventually acclimate. Sometimes it's better to live in the dream than
face the reality.
"Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes"
Within days of landing in Kerala, we shopped for
culturally-appropriate attire, bringing home our first churidhars.
The top is a knee-length, cotton, tunic-like piece, with short
sleeves. This is accompanied by matching draw-string pants that taper
around the ankle. The final piece is the matching scarf or shawl that
is worn over both shoulders and scooped in front of the neck. It's
often used to cover the head when in prayer or other holy rituals. It
took a good week of frustrating scarf adjusting to realize most women
have their shawls safety pinned to their shoulders. Clever.
"Home Sweet Home"
Mandiram has several different complexes, including apartment-styled
rooms for well off senior citizens. I occupy room 14. My upstairs
apartment includes a bathroom, a small kitchenette with a gas burner,
a refrigerator, and a screened in porch. I am grateful for the cozy
home, and even more grateful for my lovely neighbors. Mayammachee and
her daughter Susan live below me. Mayammachee has the best smile, and
often welcomes me from her porch chair with an "Ohhhh!" which I gladly
echo. P.C. Thomas and his wife, Molly live a few doors down. They
often greet me with a Malayalam question to improve my conversational
skills. I spend more time deciphering the question than I do
answering it.
I will be doing a variety of activities throughout this next year. To
name a few, I will be tutoring and helping with the girls that live
here, visiting the many elderly men and women (appachens and
ammachees) residing at Mandiram, and playing the keyboard for both
chapel and Sunday services. I will also be leading a class in
conversational English with first year nursing students at the
hospital. The Mandiram community is incredible, and it is a joy to
share in the life here.
Each night, as my bedtime prayer unfolds, I find nothing but words of
gratitude-a thanks for the day, for all that I am learning, and for my
many instructors; a thanks for an experience that is shaping my
understanding of a complex world and our role within it; a thanks for
the blurring line between guest and resident, teacher and student,
friend and family.
I have received several questions on the basics of life here in India:
food, my living situation, weather, etc. I hope the following will
satisfy such inquiries.
"Would you like your spicy a 1, 2, or 3?"
To my pleasant surprise, the food has not been uncomfortably spicy.
Either the cooks are going easy on the chili peppers, or my taste buds
are adjusting. I'd like to think it's the ladder. I refuse to be
that wussy foreigner. South Indian food is delicious. We are stuffed
with rice, curries, vegetables, bananas and other fruits, as well as
plenty of coconut. One favorite is upama: a cream of wheat like dish
that is drier and stickier than the soup like existence I've
previously known. Cooked with onions, green chilies, nuts or other
goodies, and served for breakfast, you mash a banana within the upama,
top with sugar and enjoy. Another bonus of Indian cooking: the
generous use of sugar. My sweet tooth and I are quite content.
"Singing in the Rain"
Though warm and humid, the weather has been generous to us, raining
almost every day since our arrival. This
heavens-opening-all-grandeur rainfall is unusual as the first monsoon
was to end in August. As we near October, though, we head into the
second monsoon season, bringing evening showers accompanied by thunder
and lightning. Though the climate has stayed relatively cool, I've
still managed to sweat profusely. I like to believe my glands will
eventually acclimate. Sometimes it's better to live in the dream than
face the reality.
"Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes"
Within days of landing in Kerala, we shopped for
culturally-appropriate attire, bringing home our first churidhars.
The top is a knee-length, cotton, tunic-like piece, with short
sleeves. This is accompanied by matching draw-string pants that taper
around the ankle. The final piece is the matching scarf or shawl that
is worn over both shoulders and scooped in front of the neck. It's
often used to cover the head when in prayer or other holy rituals. It
took a good week of frustrating scarf adjusting to realize most women
have their shawls safety pinned to their shoulders. Clever.
"Home Sweet Home"
Mandiram has several different complexes, including apartment-styled
rooms for well off senior citizens. I occupy room 14. My upstairs
apartment includes a bathroom, a small kitchenette with a gas burner,
a refrigerator, and a screened in porch. I am grateful for the cozy
home, and even more grateful for my lovely neighbors. Mayammachee and
her daughter Susan live below me. Mayammachee has the best smile, and
often welcomes me from her porch chair with an "Ohhhh!" which I gladly
echo. P.C. Thomas and his wife, Molly live a few doors down. They
often greet me with a Malayalam question to improve my conversational
skills. I spend more time deciphering the question than I do
answering it.
I will be doing a variety of activities throughout this next year. To
name a few, I will be tutoring and helping with the girls that live
here, visiting the many elderly men and women (appachens and
ammachees) residing at Mandiram, and playing the keyboard for both
chapel and Sunday services. I will also be leading a class in
conversational English with first year nursing students at the
hospital. The Mandiram community is incredible, and it is a joy to
share in the life here.
Each night, as my bedtime prayer unfolds, I find nothing but words of
gratitude-a thanks for the day, for all that I am learning, and for my
many instructors; a thanks for an experience that is shaping my
understanding of a complex world and our role within it; a thanks for
the blurring line between guest and resident, teacher and student,
friend and family.
September Newsletter - Katy in the UK
The beginning of a journey…
Sept. 2007
Journey is a word that has been used often both by those at my American orientation as well as my British orientation to describe this year that I am embarking on. It is a fitting word. I am on a journey that has taken me across an ocean, to new people, a new culture, and sometimes what feels like a new language. But even after only a few weeks I can sense that it is a journey that is bigger than just physical. Already, I sense that part of this year is also a spiritual journey to see God in new ways and in new people and experiences.
Some of these new people, who are also on their own journeys, are my roommates Ashely, Lina, Marolina, Zsofi, and Nicole. Ashley is a fellow American who has been out of school and working for the previous two years. Lina is Swedish girl who has just finished high school. Marolina and Nicole are both German and have also just finished high school. And Zsofi is Hungarian and also has just finished high school and also has a father who is a pastor.
The six of us are living together in an apartment slightly off from the city center of Edinburgh, Scotland. Edinburgh is a city with a population around 450,000 and a lot of history.
The other important connections I have made so far on this journey is with Bethany Christian Trust, the organization that I have had the opportunity to join as a full-time volunteer for the year. This organization was founded 25 years ago by a local parish pastor in Edinburgh, Scotland, and works to ‘help homeless and vulnerable people through Christian love in action’. They do this in many different ways from street work-providing food and shelter to people sleeping on the streets- to helping people find housing, to helping people furnish their new residences with items that many of us take for advantage for example beds or flooring.
The unit I work for is Bethany House, which is a resettlement hostel. People who are homeless are able to come and live within Bethany House for a few months while they search for permanent housing. The project workers at the house provide support for people to find housing, as well as any psychological, emotional, or spiritual support that the residents may need. My job at the House involves several different aspects. The main part of it is to be a support for the residents of the house, to hang out with them, get to know them, and be there in whatever way I can. The logistical side of my job involves doing things like manning the office, helping clean rooms after a resident moves out, fixing meals, and providing some social time for the residents.
This past month it has been amazing to see the dedication of the staff to the job that they do. Many did not start out looking for this type of work but instead have felt called by God to leave previous jobs and work in this environment. The way some of them have talked to me makes me remember the way I felt called to this year by God almost a year ago. Now that I am here, I feel so grateful to God for calling me to this, and to the support that I have received from home and from the new people that I am meeting here.
Sept. 2007
Journey is a word that has been used often both by those at my American orientation as well as my British orientation to describe this year that I am embarking on. It is a fitting word. I am on a journey that has taken me across an ocean, to new people, a new culture, and sometimes what feels like a new language. But even after only a few weeks I can sense that it is a journey that is bigger than just physical. Already, I sense that part of this year is also a spiritual journey to see God in new ways and in new people and experiences.
Some of these new people, who are also on their own journeys, are my roommates Ashely, Lina, Marolina, Zsofi, and Nicole. Ashley is a fellow American who has been out of school and working for the previous two years. Lina is Swedish girl who has just finished high school. Marolina and Nicole are both German and have also just finished high school. And Zsofi is Hungarian and also has just finished high school and also has a father who is a pastor.
The six of us are living together in an apartment slightly off from the city center of Edinburgh, Scotland. Edinburgh is a city with a population around 450,000 and a lot of history.
The other important connections I have made so far on this journey is with Bethany Christian Trust, the organization that I have had the opportunity to join as a full-time volunteer for the year. This organization was founded 25 years ago by a local parish pastor in Edinburgh, Scotland, and works to ‘help homeless and vulnerable people through Christian love in action’. They do this in many different ways from street work-providing food and shelter to people sleeping on the streets- to helping people find housing, to helping people furnish their new residences with items that many of us take for advantage for example beds or flooring.
The unit I work for is Bethany House, which is a resettlement hostel. People who are homeless are able to come and live within Bethany House for a few months while they search for permanent housing. The project workers at the house provide support for people to find housing, as well as any psychological, emotional, or spiritual support that the residents may need. My job at the House involves several different aspects. The main part of it is to be a support for the residents of the house, to hang out with them, get to know them, and be there in whatever way I can. The logistical side of my job involves doing things like manning the office, helping clean rooms after a resident moves out, fixing meals, and providing some social time for the residents.
This past month it has been amazing to see the dedication of the staff to the job that they do. Many did not start out looking for this type of work but instead have felt called by God to leave previous jobs and work in this environment. The way some of them have talked to me makes me remember the way I felt called to this year by God almost a year ago. Now that I am here, I feel so grateful to God for calling me to this, and to the support that I have received from home and from the new people that I am meeting here.
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Newsletter! - Amehed in the UK
Newsletter # 1
Amehed’s greetings from the U.K.
Hello everyone! Nearly a month has past since I left Iowa City, first we stayed on an orientation in Chicago for a week, and then London! I was nervous at first to leave for the second time to a different country with different culture and almost a different language, and start from the beginning all over again.
At the moment of my arrival to my placement, I noticed a friendly atmosphere that made me feel almost like home. Every stereotype that I was told about the English people by other ex-volunteers and others that have lived there before, was totally mistaken around my shelter’s staff and residents. Most of the people around me are foreigners or first and second generation English.
I’ve never worked on a homeless shelter before. The first thought that comes to mind, is that every one that is there have been homeless all their lives, that do drugs, and that are there just to spend their lives, that at the end nobody expect nothing from them and that they don’t want anything out of life, just to live from the government.
The Anchor House homeless shelter is a little different. They encourage people to learn different skills that eventually would give them a better opportunity to get a good job, and finally move out the shelter. These skills training are offered for free to anybody who is interested.
Most of the people that end up in here have had good jobs in their lives, but because of many different reasons, such as mistakes, deaths in the family, or sudden loss of jobs they find themselves homeless, depress and desperate with no way out but to live in the streets.
Most of the residents that live here are foreigners and don’t feel comfortable enough to get a good job because of their lack in English skills or any other skills that most jobs require.
My job description is to help people with some English classes, teach them the basics of computers: internet browsing, creating documents, helping them with their curriculum vitae and make sure that they go to their interviews and the job agencies.
The lack of motivation is the main problem here, since the government provides housing and some allowance every week, they don’t feel the need to try to get a job, instead they just walk around with nothing to do. The staff members bring motivational speakers, job training services, even companies with job openings, but if people don’t want to succeed, there’s nothing much you could do about it. These four weeks that I’ve been here have taught me that no matter where you come from, how rich or powerful you are, if you are in a low point in your life you fall down hard like anybody else, it’s only our job to get back on our feet and accept all the help we can get.
I am very excited to be in a different country learning about a different culture and trying to enjoy this experience as much as I can. At times I miss my family, friends even mountain dew, ranch salad dressing, and real ketchup, but at the end I realize that this things will be there for me in my return.
Thanks to the members of Gloria Dei Lutheran Church for your support and I’ll try to keep you inform in every aspect of this experience.
Amehed
Amehed’s greetings from the U.K.
Hello everyone! Nearly a month has past since I left Iowa City, first we stayed on an orientation in Chicago for a week, and then London! I was nervous at first to leave for the second time to a different country with different culture and almost a different language, and start from the beginning all over again.
At the moment of my arrival to my placement, I noticed a friendly atmosphere that made me feel almost like home. Every stereotype that I was told about the English people by other ex-volunteers and others that have lived there before, was totally mistaken around my shelter’s staff and residents. Most of the people around me are foreigners or first and second generation English.
I’ve never worked on a homeless shelter before. The first thought that comes to mind, is that every one that is there have been homeless all their lives, that do drugs, and that are there just to spend their lives, that at the end nobody expect nothing from them and that they don’t want anything out of life, just to live from the government.
The Anchor House homeless shelter is a little different. They encourage people to learn different skills that eventually would give them a better opportunity to get a good job, and finally move out the shelter. These skills training are offered for free to anybody who is interested.
Most of the people that end up in here have had good jobs in their lives, but because of many different reasons, such as mistakes, deaths in the family, or sudden loss of jobs they find themselves homeless, depress and desperate with no way out but to live in the streets.
Most of the residents that live here are foreigners and don’t feel comfortable enough to get a good job because of their lack in English skills or any other skills that most jobs require.
My job description is to help people with some English classes, teach them the basics of computers: internet browsing, creating documents, helping them with their curriculum vitae and make sure that they go to their interviews and the job agencies.
The lack of motivation is the main problem here, since the government provides housing and some allowance every week, they don’t feel the need to try to get a job, instead they just walk around with nothing to do. The staff members bring motivational speakers, job training services, even companies with job openings, but if people don’t want to succeed, there’s nothing much you could do about it. These four weeks that I’ve been here have taught me that no matter where you come from, how rich or powerful you are, if you are in a low point in your life you fall down hard like anybody else, it’s only our job to get back on our feet and accept all the help we can get.
I am very excited to be in a different country learning about a different culture and trying to enjoy this experience as much as I can. At times I miss my family, friends even mountain dew, ranch salad dressing, and real ketchup, but at the end I realize that this things will be there for me in my return.
Thanks to the members of Gloria Dei Lutheran Church for your support and I’ll try to keep you inform in every aspect of this experience.
Amehed
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
September Newsletter - Winston in Mexico
Hi All,
I hope this newsletter finds everyone well back home in the States. Since this is my first newsletter from Mexico, I want to take the time to discuss both my orientation for Young Adults in Global Mission in Chicago and then my first three weeks in Mexico.
Before heading out to their various countries of placement, volunteers from the ELCA, the Presbyterian Church (PCUSA) and the Reformed Church (RCA) gathered for a weeklong orientation in Chicago. During the week, we had the opportunity to worship, engage in Bible Study, hear keynote speakers (including my dad!) and participate in workshops covering a wide variety of topics from racism and issues of gender to the various effects of the current neoliberal (free markets, privatization) economic order on the majority of human beings today. In addition, the common mealtimes, free evenings, and dorm-style living provided wonderful opportunities for intellectually and spiritually stimulating discussions with other young adults.
Nevertheless, after the one-week orientation, each group of volunteers boarded flights headed to their respective destinations. After a four-hour flight from Chicago, myself and the four other Young Adults working in Mexico landed in Mexico City where were we greeted by the Mexico In-Country Coordinator, Heidi. Upon leaving the airport we immediately felt the effects of altitude and the high levels of pollution that permeate the environs of planet Earth’s second largest city (some argue THE largest). That being said, the city was teaming with humanity, and all shades of the good, the bad, and the ugly, so to speak. Symbolic of this eclectic mix, was the massive mural by Diego Rivera that adorns multiple walls of the national palace. It is here that one of the 20th century’s greatest artists chronicles the history of Mexico beginning with the pre-Hispanic peoples and ending with the early 20th century industrial era. Rivera portrays a Mexican reality that is fundamentally conflictual, beginning with the human sacrifices practiced by the Aztecs, followed by the arrival of a syphilitic Hernán Cortés and his conquistadores (Cortés ironically was born the same year as Martin Luther and his encounter with the peoples of Mexico chronologically parallels the Protestant Reformation in Europe) and finally the 20th century struggles wrought by the ambiguities of industrialization. I find it fascinating to see a piece of artwork displayed on such a large and public scale. Perhaps this is the prophetic nature of Rivera’s work. Right there in the national palace, a symbolic epicenter of money and power in contemporary Mexico, a history characterized by ambiguity and conflict is prominently displayed question what is and provoking us to think what could be.
As I reflect on the meaning of this mural in light of my upcoming year of service in Mexico, I am struck by its sobering message. For one, Rivera’s portrayal of institutionalized Christianity’s role in Mexico is highly critical. Nevertheless, I find myself asking whether there is something within Rivera’s artistic piece that is not antithetical to the Gospel, but is actually secretly and unintentionally affirming. Perhaps it is in the life of the people, rather than simply behind the safety of closed that we encounter the God of life, a God that that constantly is challenging our limited, human visions of the world.
I personally derive great vocational satisfaction from playing with ideas and it is this hypothesis that I hope to ponder in the next year as I begin to understand what it means to encounter oppression in a rural Mexican community. In fact, woven throughout the conversations I had with other Young Adults in Global Mission was the recurring question, what does it mean to call yourself Christian in a world fractured by hidden (sometimes not so hidden) faults lines of conflict that exist not just on the personal level, but on a national and global scale.
I hope this newsletter finds everyone well back home in the States. Since this is my first newsletter from Mexico, I want to take the time to discuss both my orientation for Young Adults in Global Mission in Chicago and then my first three weeks in Mexico.
Before heading out to their various countries of placement, volunteers from the ELCA, the Presbyterian Church (PCUSA) and the Reformed Church (RCA) gathered for a weeklong orientation in Chicago. During the week, we had the opportunity to worship, engage in Bible Study, hear keynote speakers (including my dad!) and participate in workshops covering a wide variety of topics from racism and issues of gender to the various effects of the current neoliberal (free markets, privatization) economic order on the majority of human beings today. In addition, the common mealtimes, free evenings, and dorm-style living provided wonderful opportunities for intellectually and spiritually stimulating discussions with other young adults.
Nevertheless, after the one-week orientation, each group of volunteers boarded flights headed to their respective destinations. After a four-hour flight from Chicago, myself and the four other Young Adults working in Mexico landed in Mexico City where were we greeted by the Mexico In-Country Coordinator, Heidi. Upon leaving the airport we immediately felt the effects of altitude and the high levels of pollution that permeate the environs of planet Earth’s second largest city (some argue THE largest). That being said, the city was teaming with humanity, and all shades of the good, the bad, and the ugly, so to speak. Symbolic of this eclectic mix, was the massive mural by Diego Rivera that adorns multiple walls of the national palace. It is here that one of the 20th century’s greatest artists chronicles the history of Mexico beginning with the pre-Hispanic peoples and ending with the early 20th century industrial era. Rivera portrays a Mexican reality that is fundamentally conflictual, beginning with the human sacrifices practiced by the Aztecs, followed by the arrival of a syphilitic Hernán Cortés and his conquistadores (Cortés ironically was born the same year as Martin Luther and his encounter with the peoples of Mexico chronologically parallels the Protestant Reformation in Europe) and finally the 20th century struggles wrought by the ambiguities of industrialization. I find it fascinating to see a piece of artwork displayed on such a large and public scale. Perhaps this is the prophetic nature of Rivera’s work. Right there in the national palace, a symbolic epicenter of money and power in contemporary Mexico, a history characterized by ambiguity and conflict is prominently displayed question what is and provoking us to think what could be.
As I reflect on the meaning of this mural in light of my upcoming year of service in Mexico, I am struck by its sobering message. For one, Rivera’s portrayal of institutionalized Christianity’s role in Mexico is highly critical. Nevertheless, I find myself asking whether there is something within Rivera’s artistic piece that is not antithetical to the Gospel, but is actually secretly and unintentionally affirming. Perhaps it is in the life of the people, rather than simply behind the safety of closed that we encounter the God of life, a God that that constantly is challenging our limited, human visions of the world.
I personally derive great vocational satisfaction from playing with ideas and it is this hypothesis that I hope to ponder in the next year as I begin to understand what it means to encounter oppression in a rural Mexican community. In fact, woven throughout the conversations I had with other Young Adults in Global Mission was the recurring question, what does it mean to call yourself Christian in a world fractured by hidden (sometimes not so hidden) faults lines of conflict that exist not just on the personal level, but on a national and global scale.
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Cheers from England - Lindsey
Tamworth Tribune
The Life and Times of Lindsey Vol. 1
Church Life
From the moment that I set foot in Tamworth, I have been running around. Jon’s (my boss) motto “Live free or die hard” has been the driving force! (He’s very into movies if you didn’t follow the movie quote motto) Matt, my partner in crime, and I have been running Fun on Friday, Coffee Bar, and Super Saturday events. They are an opportunity for the youth to get together, play a few games, eat a few snacks and worship together. Between all the kids, the parent volunteers and the other members of the church community, I have been welcomed with open arms. I have been invited to several homes for tea, a chat, and even some card games!! The kids have already managed to make me feel at home with their friendly banter about American football being for wimps and their genuine shock that I don’t own a gun. They remind me everyday why I decided to do this for a year of my life. Their belief in God and hope for their future is inspiring and so pure. Their faith gives me hope. What a blessing they all are! As I am beginning to get my footing in my new life for this year, I am really looking forward to all the fun that I am going to be able to have with these kids and the other leaders. We are already planning awareness activities like homeless sleepouts and Slum Survivor as well as finding out ways that we can bring the group closer together and closer in their relationship with God. I can’t wait for the journey!
New British Vocab
Knackered/Shattered = really tired
Tea = either a hot drink or supper
White Coffee = coffee with milk
Courgette = Zucchini
Chemist = Pharmacist
Pram = stroller
Pants = Underwear (this one is particularly embaressing)
Mackintosch = poncho
Highlights
1. Jess’ Birthday meals
(Ice cream sundaes, and take-away Chinese food)
2. Seeing Prince Charles
(He was in town for the merging of 3 military units)
3. Trip to Tamworth Castle
(First ever castle visit with Matt – the other youth worker)
4. Working with the Youth
(What a great excuse to sing, color, and other silliness!)
5. Drayton Manor
(Rollercoasters & Water rides…enough said!)
6. Chatsworth House
(Used in Pride and Prejudice…fountains, and gardens, and glamour..OH MY!)
7. TFG Orientation(Old friends + LOADS of new ones = tons of laughs & memories!)
To Ponder….
“For I know the plans I have for you”, declares the Lord, “plans to prosper and not harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call on me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart.”
~Jeremiah 29: 11-13~
The Life and Times of Lindsey Vol. 1
Church Life
From the moment that I set foot in Tamworth, I have been running around. Jon’s (my boss) motto “Live free or die hard” has been the driving force! (He’s very into movies if you didn’t follow the movie quote motto) Matt, my partner in crime, and I have been running Fun on Friday, Coffee Bar, and Super Saturday events. They are an opportunity for the youth to get together, play a few games, eat a few snacks and worship together. Between all the kids, the parent volunteers and the other members of the church community, I have been welcomed with open arms. I have been invited to several homes for tea, a chat, and even some card games!! The kids have already managed to make me feel at home with their friendly banter about American football being for wimps and their genuine shock that I don’t own a gun. They remind me everyday why I decided to do this for a year of my life. Their belief in God and hope for their future is inspiring and so pure. Their faith gives me hope. What a blessing they all are! As I am beginning to get my footing in my new life for this year, I am really looking forward to all the fun that I am going to be able to have with these kids and the other leaders. We are already planning awareness activities like homeless sleepouts and Slum Survivor as well as finding out ways that we can bring the group closer together and closer in their relationship with God. I can’t wait for the journey!
New British Vocab
Knackered/Shattered = really tired
Tea = either a hot drink or supper
White Coffee = coffee with milk
Courgette = Zucchini
Chemist = Pharmacist
Pram = stroller
Pants = Underwear (this one is particularly embaressing)
Mackintosch = poncho
Highlights
1. Jess’ Birthday meals
(Ice cream sundaes, and take-away Chinese food)
2. Seeing Prince Charles
(He was in town for the merging of 3 military units)
3. Trip to Tamworth Castle
(First ever castle visit with Matt – the other youth worker)
4. Working with the Youth
(What a great excuse to sing, color, and other silliness!)
5. Drayton Manor
(Rollercoasters & Water rides…enough said!)
6. Chatsworth House
(Used in Pride and Prejudice…fountains, and gardens, and glamour..OH MY!)
7. TFG Orientation(Old friends + LOADS of new ones = tons of laughs & memories!)
To Ponder….
“For I know the plans I have for you”, declares the Lord, “plans to prosper and not harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call on me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart.”
~Jeremiah 29: 11-13~
Friday, September 21, 2007
Acting 4 England September Newsletter - Kristin
Sowing New Seeds
My first week in England was spent in the lovely home of Andrew and Penney Billington. One evening, as we were enjoying our pudding (English term for dessert), Andrew asked me "Out of all the things you brought with you from home, what is the one thing your are most proud of having with you?" I went to my room, grabbed the little maroon bag from my purse and took out a real acorn and a silver acorn.
I explained to them that my first day at Susquehanna University all first year students were handed acorns in hopes that the seeds they plant would grow, flourish and become stronger over the fours years.
The silver acorn, I said, was given to all graduates during commencement with a note stating that the acorn was the ancient Nordic Symbol of life and that carrying the acorn ensures long life.
Two weeks after staying with Andrew and Penney, I saw them at church and Andrew handed me a tiny black bag. Inside was an acorn with this note: "With our hope that your time in England will be truly happy and memorable."
As I begin my year in England, I realize that I am planting seeds in a new and unknown land. While there are times I don't know exactly what I'm doing, I realize that the seeds I am sowing will be blessed with God's love and grace. Just as the acorn grows into a strong oak tree, I too will grow stronger over the course of this year. For me, it is the acorn that symbolizes where I've been, how I've changed and how I'll grow in my life.
________________
What is Act 4?
Act 4 is a Christian charity, working with over 5,000 children in Potters Bar and the surrounding area through primary school assemblies, educational programs, youth clubs, praise events and holiday clubs. This is accomplished through drama, puppets, songs, games, and whatever else is needed to pass the Christian message on to the children.
While I have only been working two weeks, I have spent a lot of time rehearsing for the assemblies, learning more about the organization, working on communications and public relations for the charity, revamping a Tuesday youth club and working at a Friday night youth club.
Assemblies are the primary program of the organization. Each assembly consists of 60-300 children. The assembly also has a theme throughout the term that is shared at each school. Throughout the year I will do roughly 150 assemblies.
While the website is currently being designed and updated, I invite you to take a look at it to find out more! www.act4.org.uk
____________________________________________
Meet Viola Niederhoffer from Veszprem, Hungary!
Why are you volunteering with Act 4? My parents told me about this program so I applied. Then I attended a conference where I talked to people with Time for God and I found out that I was going to volunteer in the UK. Time for God placed me with Act 4 where I am working with Sam and Kristin.
What do you hope to achieve over this year? I don't have many goals right now but I just want to do the best that I can do and try everything. I guess I want to grow up more and become more responsible.
How do you see God working in your daily life here? I think God is with me during the whole day and when I got here it was a little bit strange that we prayed before assemblies. But now I think it is great that we pray before the assemblies because it shows that we are a team and we want to give a message from the Lord to the children.
What has been the best thing about living in England thus far? Attending the last night of the Proms and going to Cuffley Primary School every week to see my favorite children.
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Remember... Always Be Yourself!
This term's assembly is Be Yourself! It is important to be yourself and sometimes we forget how important it is. God created each one of us differently and it is important that we use the skills He gave us to the best of our abilities.
During this assembly, the children hear from Alf (an Act 4 puppet) about his summer holiday. Alf tried a lot of new things but found out that he was best at being himself.
The children also see a skit called the Invention Convention where Factavia (a human fact machine) helps Sam find out the greatest invention of all time. Sam discovers that cows and water are important inventions but the best invention is hidden in the mirror. What's in the mirror? YOU! You are the greatest invention of all!
Then we play a game where Viola and I talk about being ourselves and two children try to answer Sam's difficult questions about us.
Finally, we sing a song called "Our God Is A Great Big God." This is my favorite part because I love seeing 200 kids singing this song and following my hand motions.
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My Sense of England
I saw Big Ben for the first time and fell in love with him. After seeing him in pictures and in movies I was so excited to see Ben in real life!
I heard the music at the last evening of the BBC Proms in the Park. The Proms is a huge summer music festival that happens all over the UK. In London there are two main venues for the Proms: Royal Albert Hall and Hyde Park. I attended the Proms in Hyde Park my first day in London. What a great introduction to the city!
I smelled beautiful roses in September from Trisha Salmon's garden.
I tasted my first Shepherd's Pie. And to all of you that said food in England is awful, I actually like it!
I touched the glass on the London Eye as I looked out on the city of London!
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Divided By A Common Language
Winston Churchill once said "England and America are two countries divided by a common language." Here are some new words that I am discovering.
Tuck shop: candy store for children
Knackered: tired
Lorry: truck
Pudding: dessert
Jumper: sweater
Boot: Trunk
Bonnet: Hood
The word tea has two different meanings: it could mean tea that you drink or it is sometimes referred to as meal times throughout the day. When someone invites you to tea, make sure you ask if it's at 4 o'clock or at supper time!
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About Acting 4 England
Acting 4 England will allow you to join me as I discover a new culture, meet new people, grow in my faith with God and learn more about myself in this world.
I greatly appreciate your support and prayers during this year. Please do keep in touch and let me know how you are doing. I miss all of you so much and I hope you enjoy my newsletter during this year. Lots of love and prayers!
Cheerio!
Kristin
My first week in England was spent in the lovely home of Andrew and Penney Billington. One evening, as we were enjoying our pudding (English term for dessert), Andrew asked me "Out of all the things you brought with you from home, what is the one thing your are most proud of having with you?" I went to my room, grabbed the little maroon bag from my purse and took out a real acorn and a silver acorn.
I explained to them that my first day at Susquehanna University all first year students were handed acorns in hopes that the seeds they plant would grow, flourish and become stronger over the fours years.
The silver acorn, I said, was given to all graduates during commencement with a note stating that the acorn was the ancient Nordic Symbol of life and that carrying the acorn ensures long life.
Two weeks after staying with Andrew and Penney, I saw them at church and Andrew handed me a tiny black bag. Inside was an acorn with this note: "With our hope that your time in England will be truly happy and memorable."
As I begin my year in England, I realize that I am planting seeds in a new and unknown land. While there are times I don't know exactly what I'm doing, I realize that the seeds I am sowing will be blessed with God's love and grace. Just as the acorn grows into a strong oak tree, I too will grow stronger over the course of this year. For me, it is the acorn that symbolizes where I've been, how I've changed and how I'll grow in my life.
________________
What is Act 4?
Act 4 is a Christian charity, working with over 5,000 children in Potters Bar and the surrounding area through primary school assemblies, educational programs, youth clubs, praise events and holiday clubs. This is accomplished through drama, puppets, songs, games, and whatever else is needed to pass the Christian message on to the children.
While I have only been working two weeks, I have spent a lot of time rehearsing for the assemblies, learning more about the organization, working on communications and public relations for the charity, revamping a Tuesday youth club and working at a Friday night youth club.
Assemblies are the primary program of the organization. Each assembly consists of 60-300 children. The assembly also has a theme throughout the term that is shared at each school. Throughout the year I will do roughly 150 assemblies.
While the website is currently being designed and updated, I invite you to take a look at it to find out more! www.act4.org.uk
____________________________________________
Meet Viola Niederhoffer from Veszprem, Hungary!
Why are you volunteering with Act 4? My parents told me about this program so I applied. Then I attended a conference where I talked to people with Time for God and I found out that I was going to volunteer in the UK. Time for God placed me with Act 4 where I am working with Sam and Kristin.
What do you hope to achieve over this year? I don't have many goals right now but I just want to do the best that I can do and try everything. I guess I want to grow up more and become more responsible.
How do you see God working in your daily life here? I think God is with me during the whole day and when I got here it was a little bit strange that we prayed before assemblies. But now I think it is great that we pray before the assemblies because it shows that we are a team and we want to give a message from the Lord to the children.
What has been the best thing about living in England thus far? Attending the last night of the Proms and going to Cuffley Primary School every week to see my favorite children.
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Remember... Always Be Yourself!
This term's assembly is Be Yourself! It is important to be yourself and sometimes we forget how important it is. God created each one of us differently and it is important that we use the skills He gave us to the best of our abilities.
During this assembly, the children hear from Alf (an Act 4 puppet) about his summer holiday. Alf tried a lot of new things but found out that he was best at being himself.
The children also see a skit called the Invention Convention where Factavia (a human fact machine) helps Sam find out the greatest invention of all time. Sam discovers that cows and water are important inventions but the best invention is hidden in the mirror. What's in the mirror? YOU! You are the greatest invention of all!
Then we play a game where Viola and I talk about being ourselves and two children try to answer Sam's difficult questions about us.
Finally, we sing a song called "Our God Is A Great Big God." This is my favorite part because I love seeing 200 kids singing this song and following my hand motions.
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My Sense of England
I saw Big Ben for the first time and fell in love with him. After seeing him in pictures and in movies I was so excited to see Ben in real life!
I heard the music at the last evening of the BBC Proms in the Park. The Proms is a huge summer music festival that happens all over the UK. In London there are two main venues for the Proms: Royal Albert Hall and Hyde Park. I attended the Proms in Hyde Park my first day in London. What a great introduction to the city!
I smelled beautiful roses in September from Trisha Salmon's garden.
I tasted my first Shepherd's Pie. And to all of you that said food in England is awful, I actually like it!
I touched the glass on the London Eye as I looked out on the city of London!
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Divided By A Common Language
Winston Churchill once said "England and America are two countries divided by a common language." Here are some new words that I am discovering.
Tuck shop: candy store for children
Knackered: tired
Lorry: truck
Pudding: dessert
Jumper: sweater
Boot: Trunk
Bonnet: Hood
The word tea has two different meanings: it could mean tea that you drink or it is sometimes referred to as meal times throughout the day. When someone invites you to tea, make sure you ask if it's at 4 o'clock or at supper time!
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About Acting 4 England
Acting 4 England will allow you to join me as I discover a new culture, meet new people, grow in my faith with God and learn more about myself in this world.
I greatly appreciate your support and prayers during this year. Please do keep in touch and let me know how you are doing. I miss all of you so much and I hope you enjoy my newsletter during this year. Lots of love and prayers!
Cheerio!
Kristin
September Monthly Newsletter from LONDON! - Eric in the UK
ST. PANCRAS NEWS
SEPTEMBER
Training in Chicago
From August 19th to the 27th, I went to the ELCA Young Adult Program training in Chicago. It got to be overwhelming at times as there was SO MUCH information to cover, but it also was wonderful to meet other people who are just as crazy as me and spending a year in a foreign country! These people will serve as great contacts and resources throughout this adventure.
The Diversity and Energy of Camden
Camden is the most diverse place I have ever been in. The crazy thing about the character of the town that I have never seen in the U.S. before is the way that the poor and the rich literally live side by side. On the street that our Vicarage is on, you have one side that is filled with million pound villas and on the other side is lower income housing! The different people that you will see walking down the side walk is staggering. You will first see maybe a nicely dressed business man, then a trendy European youth, then a Muslim cleric, then a older resident who has been living in London for 70 years, and everyone in between! The church services reflect this diversity as well. For example, there was a whole group of newly arrived immigrants from Equador that came to a service on Sunday. Most of them didn't speak a word of English, but the welcoming nature was incredible.
My Housemates
I have also met my housemates for the year: Julian, Liz, and Owen. Julian and Liz are recently married and are paying rent to the parish at a reduced rate. Julian thus serves as the house co-ordinator or "house president". He makes sure that we have all the community things we need and that everything in the house goes smoothly. Both Julian and Liz are extremely musical which is very exciting! Julian plays jazz guitar and violin (I want to hear him play some jazz things on his violin sometime soon!) He also has a company that composes and records jingles for various companies in London. Liz is a trained opera singer and has just taken a job as program manager with one of the halls in central London (hopefully this will mean some good deals on tickets!) Owen, the other pastoral assistant, is from Wales. He is a wonderful fellow with a great sense of humour. He was also in a choir at his university that just got done with a tour. It has been great to compare musical interests with everyone- we certainly have a musical house!
My Churches
The Parishes of St. Pancras is made up of four congregations: St. Pancras, St. Michael's, St. Mary's, and St. Paul's. This conglomeration was set up in 2000. I will be based primarily at the congregations of St. Michael's and St. Paul's.
Both of the churches that I am working at have a very interesting past history. St. Michael's Church has been a landmark in downtown Camden since the late 18th century. It, like many of it's church counterparts in the area, was built in the Victorian era mindset that EVERYONE needs a church close by so that it will be easier for the public to retain a moral life. Consequently, churches were built in the area not because there was a need in the population, but because the Church of England deemed it necessary for the moral behaviour of the city inhabitants. The Victorian Church of England got pretty far in this goal, as there is still currently a pew seat for one of every seven people in the entire city of London. Even as the Church of England tries to attract new people in current years, it has become very apparent that there are just too many church buildings in the area for the communities to support. St. Michael's would have fallen onto the "abandoned list" if it had not been for the Reverend Nicholas Wheeler who came and brought the four parishes of St. Michael's, St. Paul's, St. Mary's, and St. Pancras together. He also retooled the mission of St. Michael's as a church that reaches out to the poor and "abandoned". Thus, the congregation of St. Michael's has drastically changed from that of very wealthy Victorian business men, to that of migrant workers, refugees, and people with mental illnesses. On September 29th, St. Michael's will be celebrating its 10 year fundraising campaign of putting a new £500,000 roof on the church building. The church really looks impressive with it's great new looking spires from the street. Since the building is over 175 years old, it still needs huge upkeep. Now that the building looks new from the outside, it is the inside that needs attention. Plaster is cracking, the floor is worn, the great mosaics are peeling apart. This determined congregation is now setting its eyes on a new restoration project for the inside. Many believe it won't happen for another 15 years, but this congregation is determined.
St. Paul's was a beautiful church that graced the greenery of Camden Square since the 1820's. It had an incredible 100 ft. high steeple/bell tower that could be seen for miles. This asset turned into a negative, as it was one of the many targets for German bombing raids in World War II. Consequently, the building was destroyed and a "temporary" building was installed in 1954 that is still here today. The current building unfortunately doesn't recount any of the beauty of the church that proceeded it (though they were able to reuse some of the stained glass windows). As the area has changed in population, so has the congregation. Though unlike the congregation of St. Michael's, St. Paul's retains a large group of elderly who remember how the church once was and continue to hope to bring it back. This isn't likely any time soon as a new church building would cost well over £1 million pounds. For a congregation of 95, this is a huge task indeed.
My New Environment
This year will undoubtedly be a year of growth and challenge for me. Please pray for me as I continue to learn about this amazing parish in the middle of northern London. Stay tuned for more stories and adventures to come!
SEPTEMBER
Training in Chicago
From August 19th to the 27th, I went to the ELCA Young Adult Program training in Chicago. It got to be overwhelming at times as there was SO MUCH information to cover, but it also was wonderful to meet other people who are just as crazy as me and spending a year in a foreign country! These people will serve as great contacts and resources throughout this adventure.
The Diversity and Energy of Camden
Camden is the most diverse place I have ever been in. The crazy thing about the character of the town that I have never seen in the U.S. before is the way that the poor and the rich literally live side by side. On the street that our Vicarage is on, you have one side that is filled with million pound villas and on the other side is lower income housing! The different people that you will see walking down the side walk is staggering. You will first see maybe a nicely dressed business man, then a trendy European youth, then a Muslim cleric, then a older resident who has been living in London for 70 years, and everyone in between! The church services reflect this diversity as well. For example, there was a whole group of newly arrived immigrants from Equador that came to a service on Sunday. Most of them didn't speak a word of English, but the welcoming nature was incredible.
My Housemates
I have also met my housemates for the year: Julian, Liz, and Owen. Julian and Liz are recently married and are paying rent to the parish at a reduced rate. Julian thus serves as the house co-ordinator or "house president". He makes sure that we have all the community things we need and that everything in the house goes smoothly. Both Julian and Liz are extremely musical which is very exciting! Julian plays jazz guitar and violin (I want to hear him play some jazz things on his violin sometime soon!) He also has a company that composes and records jingles for various companies in London. Liz is a trained opera singer and has just taken a job as program manager with one of the halls in central London (hopefully this will mean some good deals on tickets!) Owen, the other pastoral assistant, is from Wales. He is a wonderful fellow with a great sense of humour. He was also in a choir at his university that just got done with a tour. It has been great to compare musical interests with everyone- we certainly have a musical house!
My Churches
The Parishes of St. Pancras is made up of four congregations: St. Pancras, St. Michael's, St. Mary's, and St. Paul's. This conglomeration was set up in 2000. I will be based primarily at the congregations of St. Michael's and St. Paul's.
Both of the churches that I am working at have a very interesting past history. St. Michael's Church has been a landmark in downtown Camden since the late 18th century. It, like many of it's church counterparts in the area, was built in the Victorian era mindset that EVERYONE needs a church close by so that it will be easier for the public to retain a moral life. Consequently, churches were built in the area not because there was a need in the population, but because the Church of England deemed it necessary for the moral behaviour of the city inhabitants. The Victorian Church of England got pretty far in this goal, as there is still currently a pew seat for one of every seven people in the entire city of London. Even as the Church of England tries to attract new people in current years, it has become very apparent that there are just too many church buildings in the area for the communities to support. St. Michael's would have fallen onto the "abandoned list" if it had not been for the Reverend Nicholas Wheeler who came and brought the four parishes of St. Michael's, St. Paul's, St. Mary's, and St. Pancras together. He also retooled the mission of St. Michael's as a church that reaches out to the poor and "abandoned". Thus, the congregation of St. Michael's has drastically changed from that of very wealthy Victorian business men, to that of migrant workers, refugees, and people with mental illnesses. On September 29th, St. Michael's will be celebrating its 10 year fundraising campaign of putting a new £500,000 roof on the church building. The church really looks impressive with it's great new looking spires from the street. Since the building is over 175 years old, it still needs huge upkeep. Now that the building looks new from the outside, it is the inside that needs attention. Plaster is cracking, the floor is worn, the great mosaics are peeling apart. This determined congregation is now setting its eyes on a new restoration project for the inside. Many believe it won't happen for another 15 years, but this congregation is determined.
St. Paul's was a beautiful church that graced the greenery of Camden Square since the 1820's. It had an incredible 100 ft. high steeple/bell tower that could be seen for miles. This asset turned into a negative, as it was one of the many targets for German bombing raids in World War II. Consequently, the building was destroyed and a "temporary" building was installed in 1954 that is still here today. The current building unfortunately doesn't recount any of the beauty of the church that proceeded it (though they were able to reuse some of the stained glass windows). As the area has changed in population, so has the congregation. Though unlike the congregation of St. Michael's, St. Paul's retains a large group of elderly who remember how the church once was and continue to hope to bring it back. This isn't likely any time soon as a new church building would cost well over £1 million pounds. For a congregation of 95, this is a huge task indeed.
My New Environment
This year will undoubtedly be a year of growth and challenge for me. Please pray for me as I continue to learn about this amazing parish in the middle of northern London. Stay tuned for more stories and adventures to come!
Thursday, September 20, 2007
September Newsletter - Christina in the UK
My Year in the World
September 2007 Volume 1, Issue 1
Christina
Young Adults in Global Mission
Good News Family Care and Buxton Community Church
Good News Family Care was started 13 years ago as a family center. It has transformed into a women’s refuge mostly serving homeless and victims of domestic abuse. The house is massive with 11 rooms and a “flat” for occupancy by clients. There are also several common rooms both upstairs and downstairs. Also the two couples that are the directors of the entire operation each have their own flat upstairs where they live with their families. This branch of GNFC is called the Charis House.
When the organization started the associated church was naturally named Good News Church. But because of the growth of the church, it eventually split into two congregations: Good News Church, now homed in Whaley Bridge, a community near Buxton, and Buxton Community Church, homed in the house. It is a non-denomination church with the congregation made up primarily of residents and staff along with a few other community members. The pastor is Mick, the husband from my host family.
Buxton, Derbyshire, England
Buxton is a spa town in Derbyshire, England. Manchester is just an hour away by train. Buxton has a long history as a spa town due to its geothermal spring which rises at a constant temperature of 82 °F. The source of the spring is marked by St. Ann's Well opposite The city is known in the region for the many domed buildings scattering the city. Most things are within walking distance from my house.
The population is mainly white and working – middle class with some poor estates close by.
Fall has officially arrived in Buxton; with highs in the 50’s and dropping down low enough to frost at night. My poor New Mexican skin is having a hard time adjusting.
Settling In and Getting Started
As promised, I will be sending out monthly newsletters to keep everyone informed of what my life is like across the pond. I’m hoping that these newsletters will give you a good idea of what I’m doing, what I’m learning, people I’m meeting, and what God is doing in my life and the lives of those around me. I’m hoping that’ll I have these done around the 15th of each month and obviously I’ve missed my first deadline. I’m still adjusting to a new lifestyle. Everyone person that I live with and work with are absolutely wonderful ensuring that I’ve settled in okay and adjusting to life in small-town-England. And I have settled in much better than I had even expected. I know that the novelty and excitement of everything will eventually wear off, but I’m surrounded by wonderful people, which is very comforting. I’m looking forward to the year to come, the new adventures I’ll have, the people I’ll make, the things I’ll learn and the relationships I’ll build.
Thoughts for the Month
The end of August and September has been a time adjustment. It’s an ongoing process.
I’ve had to adjust to the weather. On average the temperature is about 30 degrees colder than current temperatures in Las Cruces. Sweaters and sweatshirts have been my daily attire occasionally adding my new pink rain jacket and polka-dotted umbrella to the ensemble.
Then there is the complication of the English driving on the wrong side of the road. It throws me off every single time. In Manchester they painted “look left” at the crosswalks. I wish these reminders were all over! I end up looking left, right, left, right, left, right and left once more as I’m crossing.
Another major adjustment has been the language. I quickly discovered that British English might as well be a different language from American English. If I’m in a position where I can add lip-reading to listening I usually have no problems, but phone conversations are difficult. I ask the person to repeat things—a lot! I’m also getting vocabulary lessons quite often. I get teased about not speaking very good English.
Aside from the major differences, there have been the minor ones as well. It seems that everything is different from the envelopes to vacuums to using money. It’s a very humbling experience asking for help for simple things.
Learning a New Language
• Hoovering-vacuuming
• Poorly-ill//sick
• Pudding-dessert
• Crisps-potato chips
• Jumper-sweater
Prayer Request:
Please pray for the residents of Charis House. During this difficult time in their lives love and support is crucial, especially for the children who are affected by their circumstances. I hope that the love of Jesus is shown to the residents and can be a comfort through these difficult times. Also, as many of the residents have made a new commitment to going back to school that they will follow through with this step towards a stable life.
September 2007 Volume 1, Issue 1
Christina
Young Adults in Global Mission
Good News Family Care and Buxton Community Church
Good News Family Care was started 13 years ago as a family center. It has transformed into a women’s refuge mostly serving homeless and victims of domestic abuse. The house is massive with 11 rooms and a “flat” for occupancy by clients. There are also several common rooms both upstairs and downstairs. Also the two couples that are the directors of the entire operation each have their own flat upstairs where they live with their families. This branch of GNFC is called the Charis House.
When the organization started the associated church was naturally named Good News Church. But because of the growth of the church, it eventually split into two congregations: Good News Church, now homed in Whaley Bridge, a community near Buxton, and Buxton Community Church, homed in the house. It is a non-denomination church with the congregation made up primarily of residents and staff along with a few other community members. The pastor is Mick, the husband from my host family.
Buxton, Derbyshire, England
Buxton is a spa town in Derbyshire, England. Manchester is just an hour away by train. Buxton has a long history as a spa town due to its geothermal spring which rises at a constant temperature of 82 °F. The source of the spring is marked by St. Ann's Well opposite The city is known in the region for the many domed buildings scattering the city. Most things are within walking distance from my house.
The population is mainly white and working – middle class with some poor estates close by.
Fall has officially arrived in Buxton; with highs in the 50’s and dropping down low enough to frost at night. My poor New Mexican skin is having a hard time adjusting.
Settling In and Getting Started
As promised, I will be sending out monthly newsletters to keep everyone informed of what my life is like across the pond. I’m hoping that these newsletters will give you a good idea of what I’m doing, what I’m learning, people I’m meeting, and what God is doing in my life and the lives of those around me. I’m hoping that’ll I have these done around the 15th of each month and obviously I’ve missed my first deadline. I’m still adjusting to a new lifestyle. Everyone person that I live with and work with are absolutely wonderful ensuring that I’ve settled in okay and adjusting to life in small-town-England. And I have settled in much better than I had even expected. I know that the novelty and excitement of everything will eventually wear off, but I’m surrounded by wonderful people, which is very comforting. I’m looking forward to the year to come, the new adventures I’ll have, the people I’ll make, the things I’ll learn and the relationships I’ll build.
Thoughts for the Month
The end of August and September has been a time adjustment. It’s an ongoing process.
I’ve had to adjust to the weather. On average the temperature is about 30 degrees colder than current temperatures in Las Cruces. Sweaters and sweatshirts have been my daily attire occasionally adding my new pink rain jacket and polka-dotted umbrella to the ensemble.
Then there is the complication of the English driving on the wrong side of the road. It throws me off every single time. In Manchester they painted “look left” at the crosswalks. I wish these reminders were all over! I end up looking left, right, left, right, left, right and left once more as I’m crossing.
Another major adjustment has been the language. I quickly discovered that British English might as well be a different language from American English. If I’m in a position where I can add lip-reading to listening I usually have no problems, but phone conversations are difficult. I ask the person to repeat things—a lot! I’m also getting vocabulary lessons quite often. I get teased about not speaking very good English.
Aside from the major differences, there have been the minor ones as well. It seems that everything is different from the envelopes to vacuums to using money. It’s a very humbling experience asking for help for simple things.
Learning a New Language
• Hoovering-vacuuming
• Poorly-ill//sick
• Pudding-dessert
• Crisps-potato chips
• Jumper-sweater
Prayer Request:
Please pray for the residents of Charis House. During this difficult time in their lives love and support is crucial, especially for the children who are affected by their circumstances. I hope that the love of Jesus is shown to the residents and can be a comfort through these difficult times. Also, as many of the residents have made a new commitment to going back to school that they will follow through with this step towards a stable life.
Monday, September 17, 2007
September Newsletter - Kevin in Uruguay
It probably won´t surprise any of you who know me that I did not get off the plane in Buenos Aires without baggage other than just my suitcase, backpack, and guitar. I also brought with me ideas and expectations, hopes and fears, and a certain sense of doubt and uneasiness. Moving to Ghana for a semester was difficult; it took me an awfully long way from home and left me a white American in black West Africa. However, I had well-defined purpose and structure - I went to class (well, kinda), and when time allowed, I traveled to lots of incredible destinations.Here, however, I really didn´t know what I was getting into. This was partially furthered along by my last-minute placement change; I at least had a vague notion of what would be going on in Bariloche. Montevideo, however, was a totally new creature, one more unknown in a sea of unknowns. It really wasn´t until the day before I left to come here that I figured out where´d I´d be working, and it wasn´t until this past week that I got a schedule nailed down.That´s not the way I normally roll with things. I like plans, schedules, and general order. I would make a GREAT Swiss citizen in that regard. However, that´s not the lot that I got handed this time around, and that´s OK. It´s a chance to grow, and that growth has already started. For better or worse, my schedule has a lot of breathing space in it. That´s been another concern of mine - how do I fill up the chilly Uruguayan nights and my two days off while still living simply and within my stipend? Some things just fell into my lap - the Waldensian church choir on Tuesdays and the Waldensian church´s young people´s gatherings on Thursdays. (Note: Pastora Wilma´s husband is the pastor at the Waldensian church, hence my being involved with their activities, too). Other things, too, are predictable for me - lots of reading, cooking dinner for myself whenever I can. Then, there are the surprises - playing guitar every day, playing chess with Martín, the philosophy student who lives in the church with us.I feel a bit like I´m on Mount Moriah sometimes, desperately hoping that God will provide something for me before it´s too late. And, just when I start to think that maybe the sort of existential crises that are bred by boredom aren´t that scary, there´s a ram kicking about in the bushes. It was probably there all along, but I had to learn to how to see it first, to have open eyes to the table that God has set for me, and for all of us, in this world.Now that I´ve sounded mopey, it´s worth saying that these thoughts, and the sense of uneasy restlessness that comes with them, are not an everyday thing, and they get weaker as my time begins to go on. I think the most defining moment of my time here so far came on my first Friday here. Every year, the neighborhood that´s home to La Obra holds an afternoon-long street fair for the kids of the neighborhood; every school and after-school program participates and makes games for the kids to play, there´s music, the little store on the block does great business, and in general, everyone has a blast. This year, the fair fell on a particularly warm day, the beginning of the little heat wave they just had here. It was a glorious day to be outside, but a warm one. I stood down at La Obra´s little game section for a while, and eventually decided to go get a bottle of water and sit in the shade for a while. As I was sitting on the sidewalk by the store, watching literal hundreds of kids go by, some laughing, some talking, all of them enjoying, I saw a few of our kids from La Obra walk past. They were clearly having a great time and, South American pop music blaring in the background, I had an epiphany. I realized that I was in the right place at the right time, that nobody else could be sitting on the sidewalk, drinking water, watching the kids from La Obra playing games and dancing in the street, but me; not because I´m something special in and of myself, but because it´s what God called me to do. Here´s hoping that moment is a sign for the year, a hope and a promise to cling to when maybe the days aren´t so sunny and filled with laughter.
Friday, September 14, 2007
First Newsletter - Kim in Argentina
Beginnings
I have been in Argentina for two weeks now. For my first week, I was in Buenos Aires for an orientation with the other Young Adult Global Mission folks who will also be spending a year in a Lutheran church placement in Argentina or Uruguay. We were housed at the Lutheran seminary in Buenos Aires, ISEDET, and spent the week visiting various Lutheran organizations and other groups that are working to promote the peace and justice.
One of the groups that we visited during our orientation was Las Madres de la Plaza de Mayo. We went to the mothers´ weekly Thursday march in La Plaza de Mayo, where they still ask the government, 30 years later, where their children are today. The mothers began gathering around the plaza when the government was disappearing their children during the Dirty War in the late 1970s. These sons and daughters were mostly in their teens, twenties, and thirties, and were often youth that had a new vision for their country, a vision that differed from the current social order of that time. Many of the groups of youth that were targeted were church groups.
After witnessing a march around the plaza, we had the opportunity to meet with some of the mothers and hear their own personal stories. They spoke about the power and importance of names and telling stories to keep the memory of what happened alive. 30,000 people disappeared in that time! Just as we say for the Holocaust, ¨Never Forget¨, it is important that this struggle stay alive – that the government not only acknowledge what it did, but tell the families of the disappeared where their children are, and who killed them. To this day, we still do not know where the bodies are, nor do we know who the potential killers are. Yet, places have been discovered to be much like the concentration camps that one would find in Europe.
It is also important for the citizens of the U.S to be aware of the ways in which our government played a role in the Dirty War. Much of the problems at the time were around issues of money and trade, and the U.S. government wanted to keep Argentina in its control. At that time, the U.S. had created a military base, known as the School of the Americas, now currently known as WHINSEC (Western Hemisphere Institute for Security Cooperation), to train Latin Americans techniques of torture and other ways to dehumanize the people of Latin America who were fighting for their human rights and dignity.
As you can imagine, these women had powerful stories to tell and to this day understand what their children were fighting for – a just world. The mothers are involved in current projects of advocacy that they believe their children would have been rallying and organizing for today. They held a banner that read, ¨¡Distribucion de la Riqueza Ya!¨ (Distribution of the Wealth Now!).
This past week, I moved to Obera, Argentina, which is the northeastern province of Argentina. It sits on the border of Brazil and Paraguay. I will be working with IELU (United Evangelical Lutheran Church)´s Project for Human Promotion and Sustainable Development and with the congregation ¨Dios Es Amor,¨ a church community located in the rural outskirts of Obera. So far I have been spending my time with my facilitators, Maria Elena Parras and Pastor Mariela Pereyra. I have been accompanying them in their daily work, further acquainting myself with the projects and communities that I will be involved with this year.
For me, the highlight of my week was when Tito, one of the small farmers that is involved with the Project for Human Promotion and Sustainable Development, invited me to join him on a ride out to his farm to check on the Yerba mate (Argentina´s tea), tea, lemons, and bananas growing on his farm. We took an hour ride out through the rolling hills of the red earth of the province of Misiones. I had a chance to hear more about Tito´s life story and the life of a small farmer in Misiones. I enjoyed the visit to the farm, where we checked on his new Yerba, which unfortunately is not growing well due to the lack of rain these last few months, and harvested some of the lemons from his trees.
What strikes me right now is the number of pine tress that are growing in the province. In the 70s, the government attempted to help the region by distributing pine trees as a raw material for the area, for paper, firewood and furniture. However, the pine tree is not a native plant, and takes too much water from the ground. It is both a mystery to me and the farmers as to why the government would choose to plant pine over a native plant to the area. This is one of the areas that small farmers are working on – asking the government for native trees instead of pine trees. Yet, the government seems to be taking its time in listening to the farmers´ request. I am just beginning to understand the struggle of farming out here in Misiones, and I know that I will have more to say about it in the future.
I have been in Argentina for two weeks now. For my first week, I was in Buenos Aires for an orientation with the other Young Adult Global Mission folks who will also be spending a year in a Lutheran church placement in Argentina or Uruguay. We were housed at the Lutheran seminary in Buenos Aires, ISEDET, and spent the week visiting various Lutheran organizations and other groups that are working to promote the peace and justice.
One of the groups that we visited during our orientation was Las Madres de la Plaza de Mayo. We went to the mothers´ weekly Thursday march in La Plaza de Mayo, where they still ask the government, 30 years later, where their children are today. The mothers began gathering around the plaza when the government was disappearing their children during the Dirty War in the late 1970s. These sons and daughters were mostly in their teens, twenties, and thirties, and were often youth that had a new vision for their country, a vision that differed from the current social order of that time. Many of the groups of youth that were targeted were church groups.
After witnessing a march around the plaza, we had the opportunity to meet with some of the mothers and hear their own personal stories. They spoke about the power and importance of names and telling stories to keep the memory of what happened alive. 30,000 people disappeared in that time! Just as we say for the Holocaust, ¨Never Forget¨, it is important that this struggle stay alive – that the government not only acknowledge what it did, but tell the families of the disappeared where their children are, and who killed them. To this day, we still do not know where the bodies are, nor do we know who the potential killers are. Yet, places have been discovered to be much like the concentration camps that one would find in Europe.
It is also important for the citizens of the U.S to be aware of the ways in which our government played a role in the Dirty War. Much of the problems at the time were around issues of money and trade, and the U.S. government wanted to keep Argentina in its control. At that time, the U.S. had created a military base, known as the School of the Americas, now currently known as WHINSEC (Western Hemisphere Institute for Security Cooperation), to train Latin Americans techniques of torture and other ways to dehumanize the people of Latin America who were fighting for their human rights and dignity.
As you can imagine, these women had powerful stories to tell and to this day understand what their children were fighting for – a just world. The mothers are involved in current projects of advocacy that they believe their children would have been rallying and organizing for today. They held a banner that read, ¨¡Distribucion de la Riqueza Ya!¨ (Distribution of the Wealth Now!).
This past week, I moved to Obera, Argentina, which is the northeastern province of Argentina. It sits on the border of Brazil and Paraguay. I will be working with IELU (United Evangelical Lutheran Church)´s Project for Human Promotion and Sustainable Development and with the congregation ¨Dios Es Amor,¨ a church community located in the rural outskirts of Obera. So far I have been spending my time with my facilitators, Maria Elena Parras and Pastor Mariela Pereyra. I have been accompanying them in their daily work, further acquainting myself with the projects and communities that I will be involved with this year.
For me, the highlight of my week was when Tito, one of the small farmers that is involved with the Project for Human Promotion and Sustainable Development, invited me to join him on a ride out to his farm to check on the Yerba mate (Argentina´s tea), tea, lemons, and bananas growing on his farm. We took an hour ride out through the rolling hills of the red earth of the province of Misiones. I had a chance to hear more about Tito´s life story and the life of a small farmer in Misiones. I enjoyed the visit to the farm, where we checked on his new Yerba, which unfortunately is not growing well due to the lack of rain these last few months, and harvested some of the lemons from his trees.
What strikes me right now is the number of pine tress that are growing in the province. In the 70s, the government attempted to help the region by distributing pine trees as a raw material for the area, for paper, firewood and furniture. However, the pine tree is not a native plant, and takes too much water from the ground. It is both a mystery to me and the farmers as to why the government would choose to plant pine over a native plant to the area. This is one of the areas that small farmers are working on – asking the government for native trees instead of pine trees. Yet, the government seems to be taking its time in listening to the farmers´ request. I am just beginning to understand the struggle of farming out here in Misiones, and I know that I will have more to say about it in the future.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
De Buenos Aires a la Plata/ From Buenos Aires to La Plata ( the story of arriving, la hisotria de mi llegada.) - Kristina in Argentina
Saludos! Abrazos y bendiciones para todos! No se ni en donde empezar.Tengo que admitir que he estado tratando de escribir esta primera correspondencia ya por un tiempo pero se me ha hecho dificil poner en un par de parrafos un sin numero de experiencias vividas en estas ultimas semanas. Creo que la mejor manera de hacer esto sera señalar puntos en espècifico que me han marcado hasta el momento. De lo contrario esta se volveria muy larga y nadie lo leeira. Bueno empezemos!
El 27 de Agosto Si no hubiese sido por Kim eramos capaz de no lograr nuestra conexión a Buenos Aires ya que nos habian cancelado el vuelo de Chicago a Washington D.C. ( Un Aplauso para Kim! weeeeeeh)
Y nos fuimos! Shooooom! pasando exitosamente por aduana para algunos este era su primer intento éxitoso de communiucarse confiadamente en el castellano (Español pero en Argentina se le dice castellano)
De aquí en adelante tengo que admitir que perdi hasta cierto punto el sentido del tiempo. Pero para el record todo lo siguente ocurrio entre el 28 de agosto y el 4 de septiembre.
Las Madres de la Plaza de Mayo.
Viajamos mediante el subterráneo conocido como la Subte hacia el corazón de Buenos Aires. Este día marco el 30 aniversario de los desaparecidos durante la dictadura de los años 70 y 80. Cuando llegamos al redondel de la plaza nos encontramos de frente a la Casa Rosada ( Las oficinas del Presidente) y en frente de los portones en la cera un camino de libretas de color neon anaranjado. En su portada estaba escrito el numero 30,000. A todo aquel que se encontraba en la plaza se le pidio que recordara a los 30,000 desaparecidos por el gobierno. “ No queremos venganza solamente queremos Justicia.”
Dentro de cada libreta había una foto de un desaparecido/a con un mensaje enviado a los periódicos por las familias. Se nos pidio que escribiéramos el nombre de esta persona en la libreta para que no sean olvidadas
Jorge Julio Díaz edad 20 cuando fue desaparecido encontrado a la orilla del rió. No se encontró el culpable no hubo justicia.
No olvidare.
Las Abuelas de la Plaza de Mayo,
El próximo día nos reunimos con las abuelas, madres cuyas hijas estaban embarazadas cuando fueron desaparecidas y dieron a luz en el campo de concentración. Estos bebes fueron entonces entregados a familias militares. Ahora mediante el banco internacional de DNA los buscan. Muchos de ellos apenas mayores que yo sus padres desaparecidos por hacer trabajo parecido al que estoy haciendo.
El Domingo:
Para el Domingo preparamos dos canciones para cantar. La primera una traduccion de una canción en ingles titulada: “I´ve been redeemed” y la otra Ziyahamba. El espíritu de Dios se movía entre nosotros de tal manera que cualquiera pudiera pensar que hubiésemos estado cantando juntos siempre. Luego del servicio jugamos, cantamos canciones y comimos empanadas. Dos miembros de la congregación bailaron bailes folklorico incluyendo un zapateo gaucho mientras observábamos en un circulo a su alrededor. Compartimos, Mate ( Mah . te ) dentro del circulo. Y que es mate se preguntaran? Es una yerba que se toma como te, con un sabor levemente amargo. Se sirve en una higuera o a veces en un vaso parecido a un pilón de metal o madera con un sorbeto de metal que se llama la bombilla. El que invita sirve el agua caliente desde un termo y le pasa el mate a una persona en el circulo. Cuando esta/e termina le devuelve el mate al servidor el cual lo llena de mas agua y se lo pasas a la próxima persona. Y así sucesivamente se toma el mate como si fuese una especie de copa común social.
Nuestro dia culmino con una charla dada por el pastor en relacion la economia global y la deuda externa. No entrare en detalles hoy pero a mi mejor habilidad tratare de compartir lo aprendido durante este año ya que es algo que merita nuestra atención y el tema es uno que nos toca a todos ya que formamos parte de ese sistema.
La Noche antes de conocer a nuestros coordinadores locales tuvimos un servicio de oración al estilo Taize. Prendimos velas símbolos de las oraciones que guardábamos en nuestros corazones. Levantamos nuestras esperanzas y temores. Mientras las llamas bailaban en la oscuridad James ( de Wisconsin ) levanto su propia oración cantada sobre las cuerdas de su guitarra cayendo sobre nosotros como una bendición y sustento mientras preparábamos nuestros corazones para la despedida.
Mis compañeros: Durante mi orientación in Chicago y luego en Buenos Aires me vi acompañada de otros que dijeron presente ante el llamado a un año de servicio. Les pido que oren por ellos también durante este año. Ellos son:
Kevin: De Houston Texas comienza sus estudios en el seminario a comienzos del año próximo. El tien una de las risas mas alegres y contagiosas que he tenido la dicha de escuchar en toda mi vida.. (Trabajara en Uruguay Montevideo)
Kirsten: De Minnesota solicitando entrada a seminario este año. Ella tiene un espiritu fuerte y siempre Saluda con una sonrisa y un abrazo si lo necesitas. (Trabajara en Uruguay Montevideo)
Karin: De Seattle Washington. Recien graduada. Mi hermanita adoptada ppor el año. Ella es una luz en la oscuridad con sus presencia gentil y una sorisa que conquistaria al mundo. (Trabajara en Argentina, Comodoro Rivadavia )
Kim: de New York, estudiante en el seminario de McCormick en Chicago.
Mi compañera de cuarto en Buenos Aires. Y alguien que escucho paciente e incondicionalmente de noche mientras hablaba de cualquier cosa en un intento de calmar mi corazon antes de caer rendida en el mundo de los sueños. (Trabajara en Argentina, Obera)
James: de Wisconsin el mas joven del grupo, con dos años para completar para su bachillerato. Sin duda es el de mas energia en el grupo con el corazon de un poeta.
(Trabajara en Argentina, Resistencia)
Y Katie: A pesar de que llego a Argentina por Lutheran Partners nos ha acompañado atraves de nuestra orientacion en Buenos Aires. Un nuevo elemento muy bienvenido dentro del grupo como recurso esencial ya que la bombardeábamos con preguntas a cada rato sobre su experiencia hasta el momento.
Bienvenida: 5 de September agarre la guagua que me iva llevar a La Plata acompañada por la Pastora Andrea Baez de San Timoteo uno de los lugares en donde estare trabajando durante el año. Mientras entrabamos a la terminal en la Plata me fije que las cerras y esquinas estaban llenas de estudiantes artistas dibujando. La Plata es una ciudad universitaria llena de plazas y artistas de todas clases. Según me iva acomodando en el Hogar universitario Luterano ( donde vivire durante el año) ivan llegando los otros habitantes. De pronto todos me conocían por nombre y me saludaban con alegria . Esa noche tuvimos una bienvenida inofficial sentados alrededor de la mesa comiendo hotdog y empanadas. La oficial se dio el viernes acompañado de pizza y conversaciones hasta tarde en la noche. De todas las preguntas creo que la que causo major sensación fue: “Asi que sos de Puerto Rico? Bailas salsa entonces? “
Sábado conocí a algunos de los miembros de la iglesia y nos sentamos alrededor de una mesa para hacer velitas como souvenires de la reforma y el 50 aniversario de la congregación. Marta una de los miembros en el compartir de los que haceres del día compartió la historia de cómo había llegado a la iglesia Luterana. A muy temprana edad se le envio a trabajar en una casa en la ciudad. More muchos años era esclava de la casa ya que no le pagaban por sus servicios . Después de un tiempo cayo en una depresión del cual no encontraba como salir. Un dia mientras la familia estaba de vacaciones en el mar ella salio muy temprano a caminar por la playa. En su tristeza oraba el rosario continuando de rodillas en la arena. Un señor reconociendo que oraba se le acerco levanto la mano hacia los cielos y dijo. “Todas las religiones llevan al mismo Dios” Estas palabras dieron comienzo a una serie de eventos, primero ella fue a un parapsicólogo pero a la segunda visita no encontrarlo dio paso atrás y termino entrando a la iglesia luterana San Timoteo.
“ Y nunca he dejado la iglesia desde ese entonces.” Luego encontro justicia en su vida su patrona le comenzo a pagar y ella empezo su educacion. “ Continue en aquellas cosas que me habian llevado a la iglesia por que senti que Dios me habia puesto ahi por alguna razón. Quien diría que estudiar Francés me hubiese abierto una puerta que me llevaría a Europa.”
Todas estas cosas me han hecho caer en cuenta que yo igual a Marta he sido llamada a este lugar por alguna razón. Mis temores de que se había cometido algún terrible error al enviarme hasta acá fueron echadas hacia un lado por que siento que este es el lugar en donde debo estar ahora. Que el nos llama a lugares inesperados mas aya de nuestra propia imaginación.
Bueno eso es todo por ahora les prometo que para fin de mes este recorrido no será tan largo. Espero que hayan disfrutado de estos pequeños detalles en la memoria colectiva de mi vida. Hasta la próxima los dejo con mucho amor y bendiciones. Ah y si quieren mi dirección postal me avisan que ya la tengo. Pero OJO me han dejado saber que el correo aquí no es el mejor así que es una lotería puede que llegue como que puede que no llegue.
Cariñosamente,
Kristina
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On August 27th 2007 if it had not been for Kim´s attention to details the group going to Argentina might not have realized on time that it’s flight had been canceled!
( Around of applause for Kim for making arriving in Buenos Aires a reality.)
And we were off after successfully passing through customs a first go at getting by confidently in Spanish for some.
From this point I have to admit I lost all sense of time but to be fair this all happened between the 28th of August and September 4th.
Las Madres de la Plaza de Mayo ( The Mothers of the Plaza de Mayo)
We traveled by subway and bus to Mayo Plaza in the Heart of Buenos Aires.
This day marked the 30th anniversary of the disappeared during the dictatorship in the 70´s and 80´s spread across the path in front of the Government’s pink house were orange note books with the numbers 30,000 printed on there covers. People were asked to remember the 30,000 disappeared. ¨We want justice not revenge.” Inside the notebooks were pictures and messages sent to the news papers about the disappeared. Spectators were asked to write the persons name many times inside the note book so they would not be forgotten.
Jorge Julio Diaz Age 20 when disappeared found in the river culprit unfound, unconvicted.
I will not forget.
The Grandmother´s of the Plaza de Mayo,
The next day we met with grandmothers mother’s who’s daughters were pregnant when disappeared and the children born in concentration camps were in turn given to military families. Now they through an international bank of DNA search for they. Most of them are a little older than I am their parents disappeared for doing work like that I have come to do.
Church on Sunday:
On Sunday we prepared to songs to sing A roughly translated verion of a Song called I´ve Been Redeemed, and Ziyahamba. The spirit really moved among the group because it all came together so well as if we had been singing together our entire lives. After service we played games sang songs and ate empanadas. Two members of the congregation danced folkloric gaucho dances while we stood in a circle and watched. Mate (Mah . Tay ) was passed around the circle. What is Mate? It is an herb based tea with a slight bitter taste to it. It is served in a gourde or metal cup with a metal straw in it called the bombilla. The server pours the hot water and passes the cup. When that person has finished the server refills the cup with hot water and passes to the next person in the circle. It is a lot like a socialized version of the common cup communion.
The day ended with a talk on global economy and external debt how it works and how we are effected. I won´t go into details today but I will do my best to raise awareness on this subject through out the year because it is something worth knowing as we are a part of the system.
The night before meeting our site advisors we held a Taize service with each other. We lit candles symbolic of the prayers in our hearts. Lifting up both our hopes and fears. As the flames danced in the dark James(from Wisconsin) lifted his own prayer carried out on the strings of his guitar washing over us like a blessing as we prepared to part ways.
My companions: During my orientation in Chicago and later on the orientation in Buenos Aires I have been accompanied by others who have also said yes to a year of service. I ask you to pray for them as well during this year. They are:
Kevin: From Houston Texas going in to seminary at the end of this year. He has one of the most contagious and happy laughs I have ever heard. (Serving in Uruguay Montevideo)
Kirsten: From Minnesota applying to seminary this year. A strong and peaceful soul who always has a smile and a hug when you need one. . (Serving in Uruguay Montevideo)
Karin: From Seattle Washington. Just graduated recently. My adopted little sister for the year. She is a bright and gentle presence and has a laugh that could take over the world. ( Serving in Argentina, Comodoro Rivadavia )
Kim: From New York, currently studying in McCormick seminary in Chicago.
My Room mate during Orientation in Buenos Aires. A patient ear as I spoke my peace at night before drifting off into sleep.( Serving Argentina, Obera in Missiones)
James: From Wisconsin the youngest of the group still has two years left to complete his bachelors. The most energetic of the group and a poet at heart. ( Serving in Argentina, Resistencia in Chaco)
And Kati: Even though she came earlier through Lutheran Partners she accompanied us through orientation. A welcomed addition and resource as we bombarded her with questions about her experience so far.
Welcomed: September 5th I caught my bus to La Plata Accompanied by Andrea Baez the pastor of San Timoteo one of the places where I’ll be working this year. As we pulled in to the terminal the side walks and corners were full of student artists sketching. La Plata is a university city filled with plaza´s and more important art. As I settled in and the rest of the students who live in the home arrived I soon realized that everyone new my name and had been waiting for me to arrive. That night we all sat around the table eating hotdogs and empanadas for an unofficial welcome. Friday was the official welcome where every one gathered and we ate pizza and talked until late. Out of all the questions asked the one that got the most positive respones was: So your from Puerto Rico… do you dance salsa?
Saturday I met some of the members of the church we sat around another table making candles and souvenirs for reformation Service when the church will celebrate it’s 50th anniversary. One of the members Martha shared her story about how she arrived at the Lutheran church. At a very young age she was sent away to work for a wealthy family in the city. For many years she was a slave to this family being that they never paid her for her work. One day in her desperation and in prayer a man came up to her and recognizing that she was praying said “All religions lead to the same God.” These words spiraled out into a series of events. First she went to see a parapsychologist upon not finding him she found herself wondering into San Timoteo Lutheran church. “ And I never left it.” After wards she found justice her patron began to pay her and she began her education. “ I continued in the things that kept me close to the church because I felt God had put me there for a reason. Who knew that studying French would open the door for me to go to Europe.”
All these things make me realize that I too have been called and put here for a reason. My fears that maybe there was some mistake in sending me here are set a side as I realize that this is exactly where I need to be right now. That he calls all of us to unexpected places beyond our own imagination.
Well that is all for now I promise next month’s issue won’t be as long winded. I hope you enjoyed these highlights in to my journey. Until next time I leave you with my love and many blessings. Also if you would like my address let me know and I’ll send it to you. Warning the postal system here isn’t great so know that if you send something it may or it may not arrive.
Cariñosamente,
Kristina
Thursday, September 6, 2007
First Newsletter - Crystal in the UK
My First Newsletter from Compass Christian Centre..
Scottish Word of the Month- “SHATTERED” used for really tired…
The flight from Chicago to London and then to Glasgow was fairly uneventful, I made it through customs without any problems, some of my comrades staying in other parts of the UK were not so lucky. I had both my suitcases arrive in one piece, which is a miracle in itself since Heathrow Airport in London has lost over 1.5 MILLION pieces of luggage this past year. Compass Christian is located between both Edinburgh and Glasgow both are about a two hour drive through the beautiful Scottish countryside. After arriving at Compass and being introduced to the rest of the staff, I was shown my room that I would be sharing with a fellow North American, Erin- the Canadian and Sondrine (however, very briefly since she would be heading back to London for her Birthday and then university). I managed to unpack, however, did not manage much else since I woke up the next morning still attired in the clothes I had wore on the plane.
So far, my days have been spent with the house team which takes care of cleaning, cooking and managing Compass Christian. The day starts somewhere between 7:30 am and 9 am depending on what I am scheduled to be doing. Each day we have a morning thought with all the staff where we pray for those close to us and the youth that have come to Compass or are at Compass. Each staff member leads one morning, some quote a bible excerpt and we hold a discussion or other times we will learn a Christian camp song that we can later teach the kids. However, each morning thought is different and totally up to the person leading it. In addition, we have a bible fellowship each week; on August 29, 2007 we studied James Ch. 5 V.1-11. It was really interesting to get the different opinions on the verse and the discussion it spurned. Compass also puts on “Though for Life” each night for the youth where they try to discuss God and the bible in a fun way. One night, Joe (one of the assistant instructors- you will probably hear a lot about him because we will both be here for the next year with very similar end dates), used Happy Feet to discuss with the kids why being different is a good thing and got each of the youth to name one good thing that makes them unique. The kids struggled to label what made them special; however, Joe did an excellent job of getting them to think of one. Then he related how God made each and everyone special so we should not ostracize and criticize each other. The youth really enjoyed it.
Besides working, I have managed to have some fun as well. My first night I got to see a bunch of the younger staff act like monkeys and climb the rock walls, which inspired me to give it a try the next night. I actually did a pretty descent job and climbed to top of most of the routes. I only did not make it the top on the hardest, however only by a smidgen, but conquered a couple of nights later. Then the next night, Sian and I conquered the ropes course with only a couple of spills between the two of us (note to those that like rope courses don’t be a show off cause that is when you fall.) My only spill off a bridge resulted in minor bruises, though. Unfortunately, Sian also left, since she got a new job working for a Science museum in Glasgow. However, the same day I received a new roommate from South Korea named Sung Ok Cho, who is also in the Time for God Program. We call her Sunny because a lot of people had trouble pronouncing her name properly.
Please keep me in your prayers as I endeavor to make new friends, learn new skills, and build a better relationship with God.
God Bless from the Girl in Chilly Scotland,
Crystal
Scottish Word of the Month- “SHATTERED” used for really tired…
The flight from Chicago to London and then to Glasgow was fairly uneventful, I made it through customs without any problems, some of my comrades staying in other parts of the UK were not so lucky. I had both my suitcases arrive in one piece, which is a miracle in itself since Heathrow Airport in London has lost over 1.5 MILLION pieces of luggage this past year. Compass Christian is located between both Edinburgh and Glasgow both are about a two hour drive through the beautiful Scottish countryside. After arriving at Compass and being introduced to the rest of the staff, I was shown my room that I would be sharing with a fellow North American, Erin- the Canadian and Sondrine (however, very briefly since she would be heading back to London for her Birthday and then university). I managed to unpack, however, did not manage much else since I woke up the next morning still attired in the clothes I had wore on the plane.
So far, my days have been spent with the house team which takes care of cleaning, cooking and managing Compass Christian. The day starts somewhere between 7:30 am and 9 am depending on what I am scheduled to be doing. Each day we have a morning thought with all the staff where we pray for those close to us and the youth that have come to Compass or are at Compass. Each staff member leads one morning, some quote a bible excerpt and we hold a discussion or other times we will learn a Christian camp song that we can later teach the kids. However, each morning thought is different and totally up to the person leading it. In addition, we have a bible fellowship each week; on August 29, 2007 we studied James Ch. 5 V.1-11. It was really interesting to get the different opinions on the verse and the discussion it spurned. Compass also puts on “Though for Life” each night for the youth where they try to discuss God and the bible in a fun way. One night, Joe (one of the assistant instructors- you will probably hear a lot about him because we will both be here for the next year with very similar end dates), used Happy Feet to discuss with the kids why being different is a good thing and got each of the youth to name one good thing that makes them unique. The kids struggled to label what made them special; however, Joe did an excellent job of getting them to think of one. Then he related how God made each and everyone special so we should not ostracize and criticize each other. The youth really enjoyed it.
Besides working, I have managed to have some fun as well. My first night I got to see a bunch of the younger staff act like monkeys and climb the rock walls, which inspired me to give it a try the next night. I actually did a pretty descent job and climbed to top of most of the routes. I only did not make it the top on the hardest, however only by a smidgen, but conquered a couple of nights later. Then the next night, Sian and I conquered the ropes course with only a couple of spills between the two of us (note to those that like rope courses don’t be a show off cause that is when you fall.) My only spill off a bridge resulted in minor bruises, though. Unfortunately, Sian also left, since she got a new job working for a Science museum in Glasgow. However, the same day I received a new roommate from South Korea named Sung Ok Cho, who is also in the Time for God Program. We call her Sunny because a lot of people had trouble pronouncing her name properly.
Please keep me in your prayers as I endeavor to make new friends, learn new skills, and build a better relationship with God.
God Bless from the Girl in Chilly Scotland,
Crystal
Monday, September 3, 2007
first update from Mexico - Katie
And so it begins!
Noticias de Cuernavaca, Mexico
Katie
el 19 de agosto – el 3 de septiembre, 2007
If you are reading this, then ¡muchísimas gracias! for being a source of encouragement and support (in part through reading this, and also for being someone who cares to read it). To explain things is fuller detail, this newsletter would quickly become monthly novels. So, to keep things short I am going to include some of the most influential moments.
First of all, I am HERE in Cuernavaca finishing the second of two orientations. We had one week-long orientation in Chicago (the University of Chicago campus in Hyde Park) followed by one week orientation in Mexico. It has been an absolute whirlwind and time has been flying by. Some notes from the orientations:
Chicago orientation was a series of lectures of general information and a few small group discussion meetings. Most importantly, it was a much needed opportunity to remove other distractions like jobs and packing and process everything. We all spent a lot of time together discussing our summers and our initial feelings about the upcoming year. (To be honest, it was 63 volunteers constantly externally processing and spewing emotions as we tried to come to grips with our current reality). Our chaplain for the weekend was awesome and very inspiring. Most of the lectures covered very general information for volunteers going to 10 different countries. We had a couple free nights to escape our deep self-reflective routine. We spent most of the time hanging out in Hyde Park and we went downtown to the Art Institute for an evening as a group. On my own, I had a chance to visit a couple old friends living downtown and spent the next day having lunch with them and wandering around the downtown area.
August 27th, the official departure date from O’Hare, came and went quite quickly. I was shocked how quickly it arrived and how much I’ve done since then. We first arrived in Mexico City in time for dinner and a brief overview of things to know for Mexico. Tuesday we went to the zócalo (downtown center) and saw some famous murals by Diego Rivera in the Palacio Nacional. Then we went into the main basilica called la Catedral Metropolitiana and looked around before we went to lunch. After la comida, we went to see the Templo Mayor, the remains of the Aztec ruins from the original city of Tenochtitlan. It was fun to see the ruins and imagine the history that lay underfoot.
Over the past few days we have had the chance to visit our placement sites and each other’s sites. Not only was it great to get an idea of where I will be working before the first day, it was also awesome to see where the others will be. Now when they share stories, I’ll be able to imagine them there and their coworkers.
Of my two sites we first visited la Estación which is my morning site for the railroad community. I’ll be teaching English to the three levels of kindergarten (ages 3-6ish in this grade system). It sounds like I will be traveling to different classrooms throughout the day but I don’t know how often or for how long. There are a few other unknowns about the site and my responsibilities especially concerning my specific job as the English teacher there. But I’ll have a chance to talk with the directora a bit more on the first day (Tuesday, el 4 de septiembre). We also went to visit one of the families living in la Estación and heard the mom tell her story. It was both heartbreaking and also incredibly humbling. To think about how her family can survive in the face of such difficult circumstances makes me wonder if I would have the strength to do the same if I were in her shoes. It also makes me very aware of my dependence on my own priveleges. Quite a powerful encounter.
A few days later, we went to my other community center site called Casa Tatic. It provides a sort of afterschool program for children of parents that have to work in the market to make ends meet. The parents, often street vendors, can drop off their kids and the Casa Tatic will feed and provide eduction for the children from preschool age through high school age. I will be assisting a first level of kindergarten classroom (preschool age). It seems rather aparent that this site will be focusing on spending time with the kids and having fun with them through activities like artwork, games, or music instead of focusing on specific classroom instruction.
We did an activity called “Cuernavaca Quest” in which we did a bit of grocery shopping. It sounds simple enough, but it was an eye-opener to the economic hardships that 70% of Mexicans are currently enduring. They earn minimum wage, 50 pesos per day (roughly $5 U.S.D.). Our list of groceries could barely feed a family for a day (without any meat, eggs, rice, tortillas, or something to drink) and totaled out to almost 100 pesos, which would be two minimum wages. It was shocking to think that the majority of families experience challenge daily. Already in this year of service I am becoming more and more aware of the many gifts that we have.
We met our host families at a welcome dinner which was both nerve-wracking and exciting on Friday night. After first being a bit cautious when chatting with my new host mom, Marcelina, (and her daughter, son-in-law, and grandson) we started to all relax a bit and start joking around. She seems like a great woman and I’m looking forward to getting to know her better. She is a leader of a base Christian community group (a common grassroots way for people to unite through faith but also find strength to resist some of life’s injustices). She already invited me to go to my host-grandma’s (Marcelina’s mom) 93rd birthday party! It is on Friday, a week after we met for the first time. She also invited Winston, another volunteer! Just a glimpse of Mexican hospitality.
On Saturday morning, we went to some pre-Aztec ruins called Xochicalco. It was pretty interesting, as ruins often are, and it was a beautiful site built into some mountains. Looking towards the horizon, we could see steam-created “clouds” lifting from the valleys. Wow. It was absolutely breathtaking.
Monday morning is the official move-in day to the host stays. Marcelina is going to pick me up after lunch here at the center. I am excited to move in and also excited that one of the volunteers, Sarah, is going to be living in the same neighborhood. Both of our host moms go to the same base Christian community group so I’ll see Sarah at least once a week at those Bible studies in addition to the occasional morning run or long walks to our work sites. Right away on Tuesday I start volunteering at my two sites. This week is going to be both trying and exciting but I am looking forward to finally unpacking my suitcase and starting mi vida mexicana.
Besitos y abrazotes,
Katie
To close, a poem that I read at our closing worship: I Tremble on the Edge of a Maybe by Ted Loder
O God of beginnings
As your Spirit moved
Over the face of the deep
On the first day of creation,
Move with me now
In my time of beginnings,
When the air is rain-washed,
The bloom is on the bush,
And the world seems fresh
And full of possibilities,
And I feel ready and full.
I tremble on the edge of a maybe,
A first time,
A new thing,
A tentative start,
And a wonder of it lays its finger on my lips.
In silence, Lord,
I share now my eagerness
And my uneasiness
About this something different
I would be or do;
And I listen for your leading
To help me separate the light
From the darkness
In the change I seek to shape
And which is shaping me.
Noticias de Cuernavaca, Mexico
Katie
el 19 de agosto – el 3 de septiembre, 2007
If you are reading this, then ¡muchísimas gracias! for being a source of encouragement and support (in part through reading this, and also for being someone who cares to read it). To explain things is fuller detail, this newsletter would quickly become monthly novels. So, to keep things short I am going to include some of the most influential moments.
First of all, I am HERE in Cuernavaca finishing the second of two orientations. We had one week-long orientation in Chicago (the University of Chicago campus in Hyde Park) followed by one week orientation in Mexico. It has been an absolute whirlwind and time has been flying by. Some notes from the orientations:
Chicago orientation was a series of lectures of general information and a few small group discussion meetings. Most importantly, it was a much needed opportunity to remove other distractions like jobs and packing and process everything. We all spent a lot of time together discussing our summers and our initial feelings about the upcoming year. (To be honest, it was 63 volunteers constantly externally processing and spewing emotions as we tried to come to grips with our current reality). Our chaplain for the weekend was awesome and very inspiring. Most of the lectures covered very general information for volunteers going to 10 different countries. We had a couple free nights to escape our deep self-reflective routine. We spent most of the time hanging out in Hyde Park and we went downtown to the Art Institute for an evening as a group. On my own, I had a chance to visit a couple old friends living downtown and spent the next day having lunch with them and wandering around the downtown area.
August 27th, the official departure date from O’Hare, came and went quite quickly. I was shocked how quickly it arrived and how much I’ve done since then. We first arrived in Mexico City in time for dinner and a brief overview of things to know for Mexico. Tuesday we went to the zócalo (downtown center) and saw some famous murals by Diego Rivera in the Palacio Nacional. Then we went into the main basilica called la Catedral Metropolitiana and looked around before we went to lunch. After la comida, we went to see the Templo Mayor, the remains of the Aztec ruins from the original city of Tenochtitlan. It was fun to see the ruins and imagine the history that lay underfoot.
Over the past few days we have had the chance to visit our placement sites and each other’s sites. Not only was it great to get an idea of where I will be working before the first day, it was also awesome to see where the others will be. Now when they share stories, I’ll be able to imagine them there and their coworkers.
Of my two sites we first visited la Estación which is my morning site for the railroad community. I’ll be teaching English to the three levels of kindergarten (ages 3-6ish in this grade system). It sounds like I will be traveling to different classrooms throughout the day but I don’t know how often or for how long. There are a few other unknowns about the site and my responsibilities especially concerning my specific job as the English teacher there. But I’ll have a chance to talk with the directora a bit more on the first day (Tuesday, el 4 de septiembre). We also went to visit one of the families living in la Estación and heard the mom tell her story. It was both heartbreaking and also incredibly humbling. To think about how her family can survive in the face of such difficult circumstances makes me wonder if I would have the strength to do the same if I were in her shoes. It also makes me very aware of my dependence on my own priveleges. Quite a powerful encounter.
A few days later, we went to my other community center site called Casa Tatic. It provides a sort of afterschool program for children of parents that have to work in the market to make ends meet. The parents, often street vendors, can drop off their kids and the Casa Tatic will feed and provide eduction for the children from preschool age through high school age. I will be assisting a first level of kindergarten classroom (preschool age). It seems rather aparent that this site will be focusing on spending time with the kids and having fun with them through activities like artwork, games, or music instead of focusing on specific classroom instruction.
We did an activity called “Cuernavaca Quest” in which we did a bit of grocery shopping. It sounds simple enough, but it was an eye-opener to the economic hardships that 70% of Mexicans are currently enduring. They earn minimum wage, 50 pesos per day (roughly $5 U.S.D.). Our list of groceries could barely feed a family for a day (without any meat, eggs, rice, tortillas, or something to drink) and totaled out to almost 100 pesos, which would be two minimum wages. It was shocking to think that the majority of families experience challenge daily. Already in this year of service I am becoming more and more aware of the many gifts that we have.
We met our host families at a welcome dinner which was both nerve-wracking and exciting on Friday night. After first being a bit cautious when chatting with my new host mom, Marcelina, (and her daughter, son-in-law, and grandson) we started to all relax a bit and start joking around. She seems like a great woman and I’m looking forward to getting to know her better. She is a leader of a base Christian community group (a common grassroots way for people to unite through faith but also find strength to resist some of life’s injustices). She already invited me to go to my host-grandma’s (Marcelina’s mom) 93rd birthday party! It is on Friday, a week after we met for the first time. She also invited Winston, another volunteer! Just a glimpse of Mexican hospitality.
On Saturday morning, we went to some pre-Aztec ruins called Xochicalco. It was pretty interesting, as ruins often are, and it was a beautiful site built into some mountains. Looking towards the horizon, we could see steam-created “clouds” lifting from the valleys. Wow. It was absolutely breathtaking.
Monday morning is the official move-in day to the host stays. Marcelina is going to pick me up after lunch here at the center. I am excited to move in and also excited that one of the volunteers, Sarah, is going to be living in the same neighborhood. Both of our host moms go to the same base Christian community group so I’ll see Sarah at least once a week at those Bible studies in addition to the occasional morning run or long walks to our work sites. Right away on Tuesday I start volunteering at my two sites. This week is going to be both trying and exciting but I am looking forward to finally unpacking my suitcase and starting mi vida mexicana.
Besitos y abrazotes,
Katie
To close, a poem that I read at our closing worship: I Tremble on the Edge of a Maybe by Ted Loder
O God of beginnings
As your Spirit moved
Over the face of the deep
On the first day of creation,
Move with me now
In my time of beginnings,
When the air is rain-washed,
The bloom is on the bush,
And the world seems fresh
And full of possibilities,
And I feel ready and full.
I tremble on the edge of a maybe,
A first time,
A new thing,
A tentative start,
And a wonder of it lays its finger on my lips.
In silence, Lord,
I share now my eagerness
And my uneasiness
About this something different
I would be or do;
And I listen for your leading
To help me separate the light
From the darkness
In the change I seek to shape
And which is shaping me.
Jenny's Mexican Adventures Vol. I - Buena Onda
"We shall not cease from exploration
And at the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And to know the place for the first time."
- T. S. Eliot
Hello to all my loves up north! What a whirlwind of a month it has
been! I am finally here in Cuernavaca, Mexico... after 2 weeks
studying Spanish in Guatemala, a week of orienation with the other
YAGM kids in Chicago, and a week of in-country orientation in Mexico
City and Cuernavaca. Phew!
First, "buena onda" is Mexican slang that's used both as a greeting
and to describe a good feeling or vibe, i.e. a person you think is
cool. Buena onda has been my mindset these past few weeks. Also,
please click on this link to listen to my recent "theme song"
(courtesy of my friend, Katie) while you read this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hAmBN1BLmCQ. In case the link doesn't
work (or you don't want to load it) it's a silly song called "Bonito",
or "beautiful."
I move in with my host family tomorrow, and I officially begin work on
Tuesday morning. My host family is great: Vicente and Oli, who are
part of a family-owned chicken farm, and their daughter, Carolina.
Their cousins live across the street, as well.
I visited my work site last week, and it looks intense. It's an
alternative education project called Caminando Unidos, filled with
love and chaos. I'm specifically working with the 0-3 year olds (a
dozen of them!) but they also have mealtimes, songs, and other
activities with the whole school. From what I gather, most of my time
will be spent just loving on these kids... from playing outside to
coloring to just feeding them breakfast. There may be some more
"formal" teaching involved, too, but mostly what these kids need is
just a safe place in their often unsettling lives. I'm really
excited, and no, friends, I promise I won't bring any home with me.
Speaking of intense... we've been studying globalization, immigration,
liberation theology, and other issues. It's a lot to digest, but I'm
hoping it will all be helpful in facing the challenges of the upcoming
months.
At any rate, I just wanted to check in. Thank you so much for all of
the email love you've all been sending, and please keep them coming!
It does my heart good. I hope all is well with all of you, and I
would love to hear about what's new in all of your lives!
Paz y amor,
Jenny
And at the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And to know the place for the first time."
- T. S. Eliot
Hello to all my loves up north! What a whirlwind of a month it has
been! I am finally here in Cuernavaca, Mexico... after 2 weeks
studying Spanish in Guatemala, a week of orienation with the other
YAGM kids in Chicago, and a week of in-country orientation in Mexico
City and Cuernavaca. Phew!
First, "buena onda" is Mexican slang that's used both as a greeting
and to describe a good feeling or vibe, i.e. a person you think is
cool. Buena onda has been my mindset these past few weeks. Also,
please click on this link to listen to my recent "theme song"
(courtesy of my friend, Katie) while you read this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hAmBN1BLmCQ. In case the link doesn't
work (or you don't want to load it) it's a silly song called "Bonito",
or "beautiful."
I move in with my host family tomorrow, and I officially begin work on
Tuesday morning. My host family is great: Vicente and Oli, who are
part of a family-owned chicken farm, and their daughter, Carolina.
Their cousins live across the street, as well.
I visited my work site last week, and it looks intense. It's an
alternative education project called Caminando Unidos, filled with
love and chaos. I'm specifically working with the 0-3 year olds (a
dozen of them!) but they also have mealtimes, songs, and other
activities with the whole school. From what I gather, most of my time
will be spent just loving on these kids... from playing outside to
coloring to just feeding them breakfast. There may be some more
"formal" teaching involved, too, but mostly what these kids need is
just a safe place in their often unsettling lives. I'm really
excited, and no, friends, I promise I won't bring any home with me.
Speaking of intense... we've been studying globalization, immigration,
liberation theology, and other issues. It's a lot to digest, but I'm
hoping it will all be helpful in facing the challenges of the upcoming
months.
At any rate, I just wanted to check in. Thank you so much for all of
the email love you've all been sending, and please keep them coming!
It does my heart good. I hope all is well with all of you, and I
would love to hear about what's new in all of your lives!
Paz y amor,
Jenny
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