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Love Has No Borders

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“For he is our peace; in his flesh he has made both groups into one and has demolished the dividing wall, that is, the hostility between us. He has abolished the law with its commandments and ordinances, that he might create in himself one new humanity in place of the two, thus making peace, and might reconcile both groups to God in one body through the cross, thus putting to death that hostility through it. So he came and proclaimed peace to you who were far off and peace to those who were near;  for through him both of us have access in one Spirit to the Father. So then you are no longer strangers and aliens, but you are citizens with the saints and also members of the household of God”  –Ephesians 2:14-19

I could not possibly put all that a learned and experienced in the 5 day retreat in this blog post. The joint YAV retreat to Tucson/Mexico gave me a whole new insight on an issue that I have been feeling pulled to for over a year. After graduation last year, I went on a service learning trip to Guatemala. The trip focused on many social justice issues within the country, one of which was the violence and subsequent migration out of Guatemala. For years, the government has been inflicting mass atrocities to try to smother out any uprising amongst the general population. This fear is what led many people to try to move to the United States by any means possible. We visited a migration center in Guatemala that would attempt to dissuade people from making the very dangerous quest across our border, but also provided the resources to make the trip safer if people were determined. When I returned from this trip, a national crisis in the United States was occurring, in which tens of thousands of unaccompanied minors from Mexico and Central America were crossing the boarder illegally and being detained. The children had most likely either been sent by their families, in hopes that they would be safe in the U.S. or had come looking for parents that had left them behind until they could make enough money to come home or bring them along. This issue of immigration had reached an all time high, because we weren’t just dealing with adult capable of caring for themselves, but suddenly inundated with children. I remember a news story about a detention center, that was going to house some of the children until we as a nation could plan a course of action, that was near my home town in Virginia. There were protesters waiting at the center with hateful message towards the children and another group their protesting those protesters. I am not a politician, nor do I know as much as I would like about the logistics dealing with migration, but I am active in the church, and if YAV has taught me something very important this year, its that we cannot be the church and allow social justice issues to pass us by because religion and politics don’t go together. Jesus came into the world to stop the injustices that were occurring. Jesus was the most political person with his faith, and in order to be more like him each day, I must also use my faith to back my political beliefs and I must be outspoken in those beliefs. You may not agree with what I have to say in this post and that’s okay. The great thing about this country is that we are allowed to form and have our own opinions. I will lay out in this post why I feel the way I feel about the issue of immigration based on what I have read, what the bible tells me, and what I learned in my experiences in Guatemala and more recently, Mexico. I welcome feedback and even push-back, because that’s how we learn, but please let it be from a place of love, grace, understanding, and education. This is a tense and personal issue for so many and I hope we can all respect the different opinions and journeys that have led us to them.

On our first day of the retreat in Tucson AZ, we met with John Fife, a Presbyterian minister, former Moderator of General Assembly, and a Co-founder of the Sanctuary movement in Tucson in the 1980’s. During that time, the governments of Guatemala and El Salvador were equipping death squads to put an end to citizen uprisings. It was common for people who were merely suspected of being a part of these uprisings, to disappear and never be seen again. Droves of refuges fled for the United States seeking asylum. The United States refused the majority request for asylum, claiming that the migrants were not fleeing from unfair persecution, but rather poor economic situations. They were labeled economic immigrant and refused legal entrance to the U.S. This is possibly because the U.S. was financially supporting the governments executing the death squads. “Michelle Alexander in The New Jim Crow writes “The CIA admitted in 1998 that guerrilla armies it actively supported in Nicaragua were smuggling illegal drugs into the United States … [and] blocked law enforcement efforts to investigate illegal drug networks that were helping to fund its covert war in Nicaragua.” While Alexander is using this fact to support her argument that the War on Drugs being created in order to regain a sense of a racial caste system(which I will be writing another blog about), it also supports the notion of the U.S. aiding mass execution of Central American citizens. All this being said, John Fife and many other religious leaders began the Sanctuary Movement in which they were helping migrants into the country and to safe houses. The religious leaders were all tried for violating immigration laws and sentenced to 5 years probation. John Fife told us that they sentenced a Catholic nun first. The judge said that he would sentence 5 years probation if she promised to stop doing the same work with migrants. She responded with this “You clearly have not been listening the last 7 months of this trial, because if you let me walk out those doors, I will be going right back to what I’ve been doing.” The judge left the courtroom and returned a few minute later and gave everyone the same 5 year probation sentence. The coverage of the Sanctuary movement and the trial spread and churches and college campus joined in the movement and laws actually got changed. They have unfortunately been overturned and our immigration laws even more of a mess. John Fife left us with two pieces of encouragement; the first “How can the church be faithful under these circumstances,” and the second “Welcome to the struggle, I’m glad for your involvement and I hope you don’t forget about it when they stop calling you a YAV”

Later that same day we witnessed Operation Streamline in a Tuscon courtroom. Operation Streamline began in 2005 as a “no tolerance policy” to immigration in which those who enter the U.S. illegally. Migrants are tried in groups of up to 70 people at once. The whole process takes about 90 minutes and all those prosecuted are sentenced to 30-180 days in jail. Each client, most of whom do not speak English, meet with their public defender for maybe 30 minutes before the trial and each public defender can have up to a dozen clients each day. They are all put in shackles and given headphones for translations. I watched as 70 men and women were given their “due process” and sent to jail. We then spoke to a public defender thoughtfully frustrated with the assembly line model of “justice”. It was completely random which people were picked up by border patrol and which ones border patrol offered voluntary deportation. Because the cases are tried in federal court, the prosecution does not have to share evidence before the trial, making a plea bargaining the safest bet in amount of time served. The U.N. has listed 25 issues in which the U.S. breaks international human rights law, one of which is immigration. In 2010, the U.N. urged the U.S. to investigate the detention and deportation of migrants, as they are currently failing to meet basic human rights. The United States has failed to make changes and Antonio Ginatta,US advocacy director at Human Rights Watch, states “Governments at the Human Rights Council should press the US on mass surveillance, police violence, and detention of migrant families. The US should take the opportunity to make a serious commitment to roll back these abusive practices.”

The next two days we spent time on and around the border itself. We started on the U.S. side where a memorial was set up for a man caught climbing the wall back to Mexico was shot and killed by border patrol. The man was driving a car with drugs, but was unarmed. Mexican citizens saw the young man trying to climb over the wall and threw rocks at the patrol officer to help him do so, which may be why the officers shot the man several time in the back. This extreme use of force by the border patrol is only mirrored in our national news right now with the treatment of young black males. The fence that currently exists in Douglas AZ is made of rusted pieces metal 20 ft tall  that were left after the Vietnam War. The wall is only this tall until you get farther into the desert, then it turns into vehicle barriers that are easily crawled over or under. At one time most of the individual cities are responsible for their own section of the  wall. So each city built high fences to the city lines, which pushed migrants farther out and forced them to wander farther into the desert. Not only is this not solving any problems with migration, but is actually causing more injuries and deaths due to extended time in the desert. The second day we were on the Mexican side of the wall with an organization called No More Deaths. They attempt to provide water and other resources to make the dangerous journey somewhat safer. Many migrants making the journey to the U.S. are mislead by coyotes and guides, saying that its only a day’s walk to the states, when in reality its several days or weeks. This often means that the migrants are ill prepared with few resources. We started our walk at a water station set up by this group for the migrants. We then walked to the fence through the desert. When we got to the wall, many people started climbing it, including a 13 year old. The wall is high, but easily climbed. There are also gate opening at the bottom of the fence in this particular section. During monsoon season in desert, the previous walls were blocking the natural flow of water, and eventually, the water destroyed all the walls. In the new wall, which has been up for 3 years, they built in areas that could be opened to allow more flow and less destruction. Not only is human migration hindered by the imposing wall, but nature is actively resisting it. Animals that use to go between countries are now stuck on their respective sides. Kids use to be able to go back and forth to play baseball and other games with each other, and border patrol use to give out popsicle to the kids. The fear of the “other” has created not only a physical border, but a border within us, letting us forget the humanity that exists on both sides of the wall.

Mother Teresa said, “If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other.” No one tells this message better than Jesus in the story of the Good Samaritan. I know I have used this before in talking about radical hospitality, but I think this story, as used as it is, is not fully grasped in means of solidarity. Christ is talking about an unconditional type of love that unites all humans. In Luke, Christ tells the Parable of the Good Samaritan to illustrate what it means to love your neighbor. In the story, a Jewish man was attacked and left for dead. The religious leaders left him and it was a Samaritan who cared for him. The Samaritans were despised and he still cared for the man who would in most context, not treat him with the same care. But solidarity and loving ones neighbor is not about how others treat you, or would treat you. It’s how you show God’s love daily. In the case of our border, it is our physical international neighbors, that we as a nation are constantly saying, our love does not encompass you.

The last day in Mexico happened to fall on the day of Pentecost, which was perfect timing. In Genesis, God decided to scatter the languages of the world, disuniting the people. The people were now divided by a language barrier and a geographical barrier. Genesis 11:8 “In that way, the Lord scattered them all over the world.” It is here where the idea of nations and differences between the nations seems to take place. But, on the day of Pentecost, God rectifies this in the book of Acts. “And everyone present was filled with the Holy Spirit and began speaking in other languages, as the Holy Spirit gave them this ability.” Now granted, we don’t all understand all languages, but we are united by many common threads. We are united by humanity and love. We are one people, whether or not a fence divides us. It’s time we started treating each other like we belonged to each other. One more over used passage to get this point across. “and what does the Lord require of you but to do justice, and to love kindness, and to walk humbly with your God?”

I have much more to say about this trip, but I believe this post is long enough. Keep a look out for more about Mexico and my reflection on the amazing book The New Jim Crow by Michelle Alexander. Also I will be posting more picture from the trip so look for those! Thank you so much for your continued support in my year of service and growth!

 

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Peace Meals and Easter Eggs

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Happy Holy week. Holy week is always a busy time in the life of a church. Beginning with Palm Sunday, continuing on with Maundy Thursday and Good Friday, up to the joyous celebration of Easter Sunday. The Hollywood YAVs spent Palm Sunday in Phoenix Arizona. We took a long weekend to stay with Heather’s parents and watch a few spring training games. It was a mere 95 degrees for the Giants/Mariners game on Saturday. Fortunately, the temperature dropped 10 degrees for the Diamondbacks/Rockies game the next day. We celebrated Palm Sunday at the church Heather grew up in. We had an amazing trip of family and baseball. We quickly returned to our work week and the community house. Instead of attending a Maundy Thursday Service, we dyed Easter eggs and had an Easter egg hunt with the kids in our community. Some of our kids had never dyed Easter eggs before, and it was so much fun watching them explore the different colors and ways to make the eggs two toned. The Good Friday Service at First Presbyterian Church of Hollywood was done in collaboration with Reality LA, a non-denominational church in Hollywood. I recently questioned why Friday is referred to as “Good” during Holy week, as it is the day that Christ was crucified. But then the pastor of Reality LA said, “In order to get the celebration of Easter, we must go through the suffering of the Crucifixion.” With out the death of Christ, there is no resurrection. Without death there is no life. It is through Good Friday we get Resurrection Sunday.

As a part of my family’s Easter tradition, we dye Easter eggs on Easter Eve each year. I have a picture of my first Easter, sitting with 3 of my siblings and my parents, the dining room table covered in newspaper and cups of vinegary dye with eggs in all of them. It’s tradition. As long as I can remember, I would plop my designated number of eggs into various colors and be done dyeing eggs in 5 minutes, and then sit very impatiently while my wildly creative sister would spend what felt like forever on her eggs. I got better as I got older, but never quite to Jennifer’s level. The wax crayon was my best friend, and I would write different things that I loved, my school, my pets, my sorority, my friends, my parents, and many other generic tokens. This year,  I watched the kids dye eggs as fast as they could, trying to remind them to take their time, and enjoy the process, word I never heeded as a child. But today, my new YAV family and I sat down to dye our own eggs. This year it took me 2.5 hours to dye 5 eggs~ Here are my creative masterpieces:

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Aren’t they lovely. The dyeing of Easter eggs is the tradition which brought us all to the table, to bring us together in fellowship and laughter. Most of the time only food can do this! Speaking of which, I finished my next book on the list! Peace Meals,  is the personal memoirs of war journalist Anna Badkhen. She tells her journey of  reporting from Iraq, Afghanistan, and other war torn countries in the Middle East and Africa. In each chapter, she tells the stories of former warlords and terrorist, rape victims, American soldiers, translators and drivers, prisoners, and everyday people, and how the meals she ate with each person forged a bond. Badkhen writes in the epilogue of her book ” In extremity, an offer to break bread is more than invitation to hear someone’s story. It is a chance to link that person’s life and yours.”

Exciting News! I’m going to Virginia in May! I’m so excited to see all of my sisters for the first time in a year. I just booked my ticket so I can see my nephew graduate from VMI! See you soon VA!

 

Also, my birthday is one week!

Bite the Mango

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As promised a brand new blog post about the dweller retreat. We left on March 4th at 9 pm and returned to L.A. on March 9th at 10:30 pm. In almost exactly 5 days we went to Copperopolis, San Francisco, San Anselmo, San Francisco again, back to Copperopolis, Yosemite National Park, back to Copperopolis, Sequoia National Park, and back to Los Angeles. If that sounds like a lot, know that it was. We had one day of our “retreat” that we set aside to spend at the house in Copperopolis to relax – but more about that later. Here is a brief synopsis of each day:

As I said, we left L.A. at 9 pm and arrived in Copperopolis right around 3 am. We wasted no time picking a bed and going right to sleep. The next morning we left for San Francisco at 10 am – we wasted no time on this trip. We parked in a parking garage and explored Chinatown. This was also where we had our first real meal as a group on the trip. We planned to then go to see where the trolley’s turn around. After leaving the garage and driving for 15 minutes, we ended up parking in the same garage where we came from. This quickly became one of the first of many jokes from the retreat. Following the trolleys, we had coffee and bought 1.5 lbs loaf of sourdough from Boudins Bakery. We took the the bread to Alamo Square Park, where you could see much of the city, a beautiful sunset, and the Painted Ladies, which are the houses where the exterior of Full House is filmed. We also spent some time climbing trees for an impromptu photo shoot. We ended our evening in the Mission District with dinner at an excellent burrito restaurant, some window shopping, and a delicious mango. This mango was purchased from a small bodega, and Heather and I took turns taking bites. This inspired the next big joke of the trip, our band name – Bite the Mango. Instruments that will be featured include the cowbell, washboard, Tibetan prayer bowls, sitar, steel drums, bagpipes, oboe, and many more to come. We only do covers and 5 second original pieces. We then drove across the Golden Gate Bridge into San Anselmo, where we stayed at San Francisco Theological Seminary, which will be my home come August.

The next morning, we woke up and toured my future campus. I got to ask all my questions, see the beautiful scenery and castle like buildings, and I got to share it with my housemates. We then ate lunch in Marin Country at a Puerto Rican restaurant. We then drove up to a lookout of the San Francisco Bay and the Golden Gate Bridge. Like I said, we tried to fit it all in, in the few hours we had left, so we drove through Golden Gate Park to see the Bison Patty, saw the mosaic stairs on Moraga St., got free chocolate from Ghirardelli Square, I poked my toes in the SF bay, and we drank the original Irish Coffee at Buena Vista Cafe. We ended our afternoon at the Fisherman’s wharf to see the Sea Lions on pier 39 and to eat Clam Chowder out of Sourdough bread bowls. The group made one more stop before we left San Francisco at the Wave Organ. The Wave Organ was constructed so that when the water hit parts of the statue, it would create music through pipes. Unfortunately it was low tide and no music was playing, but we saw a beautiful view of the Golden Gate Bridge, San Fran, and the Bay Bridge. We drove back to Copperopolis and went to bed.

The next day was our “rest” day in Copperopolis. We were so grateful for our friend Kristy and her family who generously allowed us to stay in their vacation home for the trip. Copperopolis is not a well known town, even by native Californians. It’s small, 12 miles from the closest grocery store, and on a gorgeous lake surrounded by rolling hills. It is here where we spent roughly 3 hours as a house looking at the our community over the last 6 months and what we wanted it to look like for the next 6 months. It was long, we talked about some tough stuff, and we laughed so much! I have been so fortunate to be place in Hollywood with the amazing community of my housemates. It’s been almost 1 year (minus 15 or so days) that I was called to L.A.. I was scared and curious about who I would serve with. I stalked Facebook and twitter to learn more about my housemates. We clicked from day one. We don’t agree on everything, and we get frustrated, but there is nothing that a bowl of queso or a huge loaf of bread that can’t bring us back together. We have never stopped laughing with and at each other, and this retreat cemented that even further. We came back with stories, jokes, and so many quotes that will be eternalized on our quote wall (which is a piece of poster paper in our dinning area). After long discussions we ended our evening with steak and salmon on the grill, which I did for the first time ever, and National Treasure.

The next day was spent in Yosemite National Park. This park is huge, and gorgeous, and has some of the most challenging hiking and rock climbing trails in the U.S. which include El Capitan and Half Dome. We took much easier trails that consisted of a .4 mile hike to Bridalveil Falls, a 1 mile loop through a meadow and to Yosemite Lower Falls, and 2 mile round trip trail to Mirror Lake. Jordan became a Junior Ranger, as is her tradition at all national parks, and I got to squish a penny, as is my tradition at anyplace they are available. We spent the majority of the day on the valley floor, as most of the trails above that were closed due to snow. The whole trip, I anticipated much colder weather, as we were in northern California, and every day my dreams of cold were foiled by Sun and 60°, even in Yosemite. As we left the park, David Lamotte’s song, Butler Street, played with the following lyrics:

These mountains speak to my spirit
I guess it kind of blows my mind
To think someone could look at that vista
And think God needs a neon sign.

Our last day, we packed and cleaned up the house at Copperopolis. We took a slight 4 hour detour on our way home to Los Angeles, so we could stop at Sequoia National Park. Another wonderful aspect of our Dweller community is our need and love of nature. We love to eat and we love to be outside while we eat. The best parts of our retreat, and of our year so far, are the times we are hiking, having picnics, going to the beach, and driving through National Parks with Oreos and Cheddar Cheese and Sour Cream chips, which is how we explored Sequoia. We went for the big trees we knew were there, and we got so much more. We climbed on top of tunnel rock, took pictures of the snow capped mountains, and threw snow balls. We don’t get a ton of snow in LA (and by a ton I mean none), so actually getting to touch and play with the snow was awesome, even if I did continue to wear my Chacos.  Finally after the hour it took to drive to the trail, and the then the 1/2 mile hike, we saw the worlds largest tree, General Sherman. It’s a big tree. It’s fenced off so you can’t touch it, but if I could hug it, I might be able to touch 1/32 of the way around at one time. The tree is the biggest by volume, which means there are taller trees, and wider trees, but none as tall and as wide. Jordan, who was working to become a Junior Ranger there as well, informed us all that as we look up at the tree, we experience the same towering experience that a mouse has as it looks up at a person 6 feet tall. We had our final retreat dinner at a Brewhouse in Visalia. We didn’t rest a ton on the trip, so I’m not sure if “retreat” is the best way to describe the experience we had, but it was amazing to spend 5 days, exploring California, laughing at ourselves, and eating way too much food. As the great Julia Child said “People who love to eat, are the best people.”

In thinking about the next 6 months, and my impending reentry into the academic world, I have created a new challenge in which I would like to use this blog as a space to keep me accountable. As I toured my future school and asked a million questions, I was told two pieces of advice to get me ready for what is coming next. First learn the Hebrew Alphabet – which I plan to do, but may not bore you with the details. Second, to read, a lot and often, so that I am prepared for when I am asked to do so by several professors. I have added a new tab entitled Summer Reading. Obviously it is not currently summer, nor will I wait for summer, but I live in L.A. and it is suppose to be 90° on Friday, so I get to enjoy summer a lot longer. Also, I was never good with Summer reading, I might have read 2 of the dozens of books assigned in high school. Reading, while highly enjoyable, is not my favorite, or first choice, but I will work towards finishing as many books as possible during the next 6 months.

As always, thank you for so much support! Check out the Thank You’s and Photo Gallery for new info and stay posted for a new recipe coming soon!