Having Faces: Being Neighbor

I came to Guatemala with a Graduate Preaching Fellowship in 2004 to learn to be neighbor. I was ordained at the St. Paul Area Synod Assembly in June 2007 as a pastor of the Iglesia Luterana Agustina de Guatemala and commissioned for service by two Synods of the ELCA and the Global Mission Unit of the ELCA. I serve in Guatemala with the ILAG as a missionary and a pastor.

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Friday, October 29, 2004

Home again...

What and where is home? At this point for me... well it is many places.

Northfield, Minnesota will always be home. It is my tap root after all... my family has been there for about 150 years and many of us have lived in Northfield our whole lives. Even if my generation is heading to Denmark, Virginia, Arizona, Guatemala, Apple Valley or to Elk River, Northfield remains home. Family, memories, and the land-- buildings and the dirt itself-- have a feeling of security and comfort... despite changing as Northfield grows and alters its appearance a bit in the name of improvement, convienence and population growth.

Last week, I spent a week back in Minnesota... and as I went through culture shock (and as I go through it again now that I am back in Guatemala)... I was surrounded by my family and friends who took time to be with me while I was home... and that was in fact home for me. Being cared for and caring for one another.

Silverdale, Washingon will always be home as well. It was there that I first really got my feet wet in ministry. I preached the Word of God to people who I came to love, and still love, dearly... and they supported me and nutured me as I tried ordained ministry on for size. After feeling called to ordained ministry while in the Middle East and then coming to seminary... I doubted whether I was really called and fought my call, but it was there in Silverdale that I accepted my call and all that it would mean for my life. Now that does not mean that I don`t still fight it a bit... what fun would it be to be a sinner if you always listened and lived out the gifts that you have been given... but in my heart I know that I am a pastor (awaiting a call... even though this year is in many ways a call already).

Guatemala will always be home... for just as the Middle East holds a piece of my heart forever and for always... this country and people have a piece of my heart forever. I want to be used up here and give all that I have and all that I know for the people of Guatemala and for the delegations from the US that come to learn, to be guests, and to begin relationships. Who knows what this time will mold me into... but I have to trust that all will be well and I will be used in my time and ministry by God.

Home... we are at home in this world... but seldom pause to think what home means. We are at home here and called to struggle with our freedom to live and love our neighbor. What is home to you?

My first spanish sermon

The following is the first sermon I preached in spanish about a month ago. Horacio helped me with the translation. We also had to tweak part of the wording because talking about this message being for every street, every family etc, the way I originally wrote it sounded evangelical and not Lutheran... so we altered it a bit so as not to be confusing to the congregation. I preached this at El Mirador in Guatemala City.



¿Hasta cuándo, Señor, he de pedirte ayuda sin que tú me escuches?
¿Hasta cuándo he de quejarme de la violencia sin que tú nos salves?
¿Por qué me haces presenciar calamidades?
¿Por qué debo contemplar el sufrimiento?
Veo ante mis ojos destrucción y violencia; surgen riñas y abundan las contiendas.
Por lo tanto, se entorpece la ley y no se da curso a la justicia. El impío acosa al justo, y las sentencias que se dictan son injustas.

Estas palabras de Habacuc han sido muchas veces sus propias palabras, las palabras del pueblo. Estas palabras han estado en sus bocas, en sus mentes y en sus corazones. Así como cuando muchas veces en su vida han sufrido de la injusticia de este mundo y de este país. Pero en el medio de este sufrimiento ustedes no han estado solos porque Cristo ha estado sufriendo al mismo tiempo con ustedes.

Como dice en Habacuc capitulo 2 versículo 3. Pues la visión se realizara en el tiempo señalado; marcha hacia su cumplimiento y no dejara de cumplirse. Aunque parezca tardar, esperala; porque sin falta vendrá.

La promesa de Cristo seguramente va a ser llevada a cabo en esta comunidad y en otras comunidades como la de San Rabinac (una de sus Iglesias hermanas) y también a través de Guatemala y aun a mi hogar en Minnesota. Porque esto el lo que Cristo a prometido al mundo.

Frustración y enojo pueden dominar nuestras vidas en nuestros sentimientos y hasta pueden llenar nuestras mentes para que nada mas pueda entrar en ellas. Ustedes pueden orarle a Dios cuando ustedes estén frustrados, cuando ustedes estén débiles, pero también pueden agradecerle a Dios por todo lo que El les ha dado. Todo lo que ustedes tienen es un regalo de nuestro salvador Jesucristo.

Cada comunidad, cada familia, cada persona ha sido bendecida con diferentes dones, incluyendo el don de la fe. La promesa de Jesucristo, la cual es de ustedes, no es falsa, es solamente la verdad. A través de toda su vida a ustedes les han dado falsas promesas las cuales no han sido cumplidas. Por ejemplo,
promesas del gobierno, promesas de vecinos, promesas de todo tipo, hasta el punto que es difícil para ustedes confiar cualquier otra promesa que les den. Pero la promesa de Dios de que ustedes son sus hijos y que ustedes son conocidos por El puede ser confiada. Cristo va a regresar. Ahora en el tiempo que esperamos que Cristo regrese, Dios nos ha dado la tarea de unirnos a nuestros hermanos en necesidad y cargar la cruz de Cristo y seguir el camino de Dios.

Dios los ha llamado a ustedes para que hagan esto, así como lo que hemos escuchado en la segunda lectura que dice, Pues Dios nos salvo y nos llamo a una vida santa, no por nuestras propias obras, sino por su propia determinación y gracia.

El quiere usar sus dones y la bendición que El les ha dado a ustedes para el beneficio de sus hermanos, ¿y quienes son esos hermanos? Son los hermanos que están sentados a su lado, la gente que ustedes no quieren voltear a ver en la calle, la gente que esta en estas comunidades en extrema necesidad que nadie quiere atender, y aun yo que soy una extraña en estas comunidades. Estos son sus hermanos y hermanas en Cristo.

Así como escuchamos en el Evangelio, tenemos el llamado a servir, ese es nuestro llamado. Ustedes pueden realizar su tarea porque Cristo los ha liberado para velar por sus hermanos, para ayudarlos y construir relaciones con ellos al mismo tiempo.

Pero Cristo primero los cambia a ustedes para que ustedes puedan ver el exterior de su propia persona y para ver también mas allá de sus propias necesidades y para ver a sus hermanos y hermanas en Cristo como verdaderos hermanos y hermanas.

Ustedes están llamados por la gracia de Dios para servir y llevar una vida sagrada. Por que Dios ha destruido la muerte, Cristo es más poderoso que la muerte misma, la ultima palabra pertenece a Cristo únicamente y eso es la palabra de la vida. Porque Dios sobrepaso el sufrimiento, la muerte, y aun la tumba por ustedes para que puedan vivir una vida nueva en Cristo.

Ustedes han sido liberados del miedo y les ha sido dada una vida en la que ustedes pueden confiar en la promesa de Cristo para con su vida. Porque su promesa es verdadera, en el Evangelio de hoy escuchamos que nuestra fe es como una semilla de mostaza, una semilla tan pequeña, tan insignificante que si la botan seria muy difícil de encontrar porque se escondería entre el polvo que hay en el suelo. No escondan su fe, su fe no es algo que tienen que guardar para ustedes mismos como que si fuera un tesoro que ustedes quieren guardar solo para ustedes. La fe es un don que tiene que ser vivida. Un don que tiene que ser usado con el regalo de fe que Dios les ha dado a ustedes, ustedes han sido llamados para servir en el nombre de Cristo en todo el mundo, para sufrir por sus hermanos y hermanas en Cristo como el sirviente en la lectura del Evangelio.

Ustedes tienen que hacer su tarea. Y yo confío que a través del amor de Cristo ustedes lo harán. Ustedes tienen el llamado de cumplir su deber como hijos de Dios, tienen el llamado de cuidar de sus hijos, enseñarles acerca de Dios, acerca de vivir en comunidad, acerca de respetarse el uno con el otro. Ustedes tienen el llamado de cuidar de sus padres y de sus abuelos, sus vecinos y aun de personas que ustedes no conocen.

Ustedes necesitan ser quienes se preocupan por el más necesitado. En sus acciones, en todo lo que ustedes hagan, sean la luz de Cristo en la vida de estas personas. Confíen cuando los tiempos sean difíciles porque Cristo va a estar siempre en sus vidas. Dios sabe sus necesidades y las necesidades de los que los rodean. Confíen en que Dios los esta usando para servir a sus hermanos y hermanas en Cristo. Confíen en que la promesa de Jesucristo nunca será falsa y siempre será la verdad. Lleven este mensaje del amor de Cristo en donde a ustedes se les sea posible, en la calle, a toda comunidad, a todo hogar en la ciudad y en el campo. Compartan esta alegría porque es de ustedes y es para que ustedes la prediquen.

Thursday, October 14, 2004

Go Serve, Remember your Baptism

As I am spending more time with the ILAG, more time hearing the stories of the Guatemalan people... I have been mulling over what I was taught in seminary.

Raising up leaders... is important. I will not question that, but coming in with our expectations of how this can be done... well I cannot see it working as we were taught... at least not the first steps. Many of the Guatemalan people don`t go to school beyond 2nd or 3rd grade, others make it through 6th but have few options beyond... especially in the countryside. Should education limit leadership? If a woman cannot read the bible, does that mean that she cannot teach it... no. But I think back to the reformation and some of Martin Luther`s empitus for writing the catechism... neither the people nor the clergy new the basics of the faith. Is it more important to get a leader to learn english so that they can go to the states and get a proper education (I do not deny that this is vital and wonderful) or to give the tools to articulate faith in their own locations? When the question of clean water, food, clothing and education dominate... the luxury of theological education is apparent and yet faith is interwoven into all the rest.

Evangelism here is different... to go door to door knocking will signify that you are a mormon or evangelical and in many eyes, in part due to the governments propaganda, are suspect, and considered fanatics. So how do you invite... relationship and therefore time, time, time, presence in the community, gaining respect, help with daily needs, listen.

Some of my seminary professors we of the opinion that if a church did not have 100 plus worshipping they should close their doors... what does that message say to the people who I have met who come week after week to the church has a hand full of active members and frankly have a hope that I don`t understand. By these professors standards, few churches here in Guatemala would open their doors. How about the church that has been meeting in the garage of a member since they lack the funds to put a roof of their church building... a building that is part way down a ravine so they have had to carry all the supplies in by hand?

Is being the church always looking at the growing out and down or is it living, trusting in the gospel, slaving when you don`t know what the outcome will be but knowing that people knocked on your door and asked for hope and you did your job and delivered Christ to them. Church happens when Christ is given out to the people... free and certain.

Being a pastor (and frankly being a Christian, priesthood of all believers) is being catecized day after day after day. Hearing the stories of torture, pain, death, disappearing and listening more-- not backing away from the truth, the reality. Naming the horror that waits in the heart of so many people. Rejoicing and being amazed at how Christ works in that harsh reality. Handing over Christ instead of keeping him for yourself. I keep remembering the stations of the cross at the Catholic Church in San Salvador being torture victims... because when we are tortured, when we suffer... it is Christ who suffers as well. Together...

Accompianment as the ELCA is adopting now... what is it really? 3 expressions of the church... relating national church to national church, synod to synod, congregation to congregation... or being face to face-- looking into the eyes of someone as they tell you about when they had to run with their three children from a helicopter firing on them and hoping they would not be shot, or into the face of the former guerilla as he tells you what it was like to have to shoot his officer so the officer wouldn`t be tortured or into the face of the man who was "selected" to be in the army and has dreams of the cries from the women he raped and babies he burned during government sponsored masacures... these people know the law. They know bondage in a way I hope I never know-- From the cross Christ said, "Forgive them father for they know not what they do." We know not what we do... and even when we do know, we do it anyway.

Hearing, thanking, praying... sometimes all I can do is sigh... knowing that the Holy Spirit does intercede with sighs too deep for words... and I offer my presence, my willingness to hear and I don`t know... trust that God in Christ Jesus creates hope out of nothing and brings new life even to lives as broken as these.

Back to raising up leaders... my first day at La Esmerelda one of the catecists preached on the Great Commission... he said that while they cannot go... they can baptize and make disciples.

Go Serve, Remember your Baptism

... a summary of my last 11 weeks

Hace once semanas yo salì de Minnesota a El Salvador. No sabìa auè esperar... por una semana yo tuve buenas experiencias alli. Por ejemplo, nosotros vivimos en una parte de la cuidad de San Salvador que era muy pobre... cerca de nuestra casa vivìan las prostitutas y habìa tràfico de drogas. Pero cuatro veces por semana la Iglesia daba de comer a las personas cuando nosotros visitamos nosotros ayudamos con la comida. Durante nuestra viaje, nosotros visitamos dos iglesias en el campo y tambien durmimos en las casas de una communidad.
Despues del viaje en El Salvador, yo llequè a Guatemala el 9 de Agusto. En la estacìon del Bus yo encontrè a Horacio y conocì a Esther, la madre de Horacio. Depues de 2 dìas, una delegaciòn de Minnesota, Horacio y yo visitamos a la comunidad que se llamaba La Esmerelda. Y vivimos con las familias allì por cinco o seis dìas. Mientras estàbamos visitando esta communidad, nosotros hablàbamos con los miembras de la iglesia, cominàbamos al projecto de las vacas, hacìamos visitas a las familias que tenìan enfermos. Yo estàba alegre cada dìa.
Despues de la delegaciòn saliò, Padre Horacio tuvo la cirugìa del corazòn. Cada dìa la familia Castillo y yo visitàbamos el hospital. Esta semana fuè punto de inflexiòn para mi.
El 30 de Agusto yo empecè a estudiar español aquì en Xela. Por cinco semanas, yo estaba estudiando español. Poco a poco yo he aprendido. Por dos semanas en la mitad los cincos, yo visitè a los Castillos y otra comunidad cerca de Coban.
Mientras yo he estado aquì en Guatemala solamente por diez semanas, yo ya he dado mi corazòn a esto pais y a esta gente. Yo no sè que pasarà en mi vida pero yo tengo esperanza.

Wednesday, October 13, 2004

Worship in San Rabinac

The largest building, at least that I saw, in San Rabinac is the church. A long wooden building with a dirt floor, some windows that can be shut inthe evening, and filled half way with wooden benches. Length wise thebenches are in two rows... one side for the women and the other for themen. The church leaders have benches up front off to the side of thealtar, and behind the altar are various representations of the holyfamily, Jesus and of course Mary. These representations are colorful andwell cared for. Yes some education is needed regarding the importance of these but they are not central to the gospel.

One of the lies that some Methodists that came into the village told about Padre Horacio and the ILAG was that if the village converted and trusted Padre Horacio would make them take out all of their objects from the church ... trust is a precious comodity in communities here and easy to break or damage... but down here during the war the government tried to pit the people against each other by spreading false information about the different religions (considered different religions not different denominations here) and it worked... much suspicion still exists. The government also made every.... which especially with the evangelicals has continued to be a major evangelism technique church broadcast its services loudly so the government could monitor and it worked... much suspicion still exists...

Anyway... when we woke up the morning of the worship service it was going to be held at 8am... when a meeting with a government project coordinator went over... the service was pushed back a few more times... I don`t remember exactly when it started but hundreds were present when it did. The community speaks a language other than Spanish... so the service had to be translated into their language and into english from the spanish that Padre Jose Antonio spoke. Add to that the fact that this community has only recently become Lutheran and need to be taught the liturgy... and wow is patience necessary... however it is strangely beautiful to see the
patience and understanding of the people. They have been denied so long that they simply hungar for communion, for the Word. A woman, culturally significant, read the psalm. Music was provided by 4 men on the marimba. We spent almost two hours together on that hot late morning in a dark building, lit only by candles but filled with the songs of the people, the
Word of God, and a sense of community.

Monday, October 11, 2004

A simple Saturday...

My language school has trips every Saturday... one Saturday they climb the nearby volcano and the next visit a local fince. Well, this past Saturday, we visited a new finca and the beach!

The Finca is called Monte Carlo and is only a year old. The 390 families who are working the finca now occupied a major road for 18 months before the government would entertain their request for land; they had no where else to go. They picked this location out of the few options that government gave them. Now these families have 4 years to work the finca and then 10 years to pay off the loan to the government. It sounds wonderful, but with little rain this year their milpa (corn) has not been productive and they are struggling to set up the basics of civil life... a school, homes, meeting place, church. The government could reneg anytime on the loan and evict the 390 families... it has happened before. So these men and women toil, and sweat, and pray on land that is their hope but land that could be taken at the whim of people who live in homes with airconditioning... or lets get even more basic... homes with solid walls and floors.

Then we, 23 students from the school, 3 teachers and the bus driver, headed to the Pacific Beach. It was good to smell salt in the air again... and to be warm! The group was mostly Danish women... who all thought I was Nordic as well so tried to speak to me in Danish... I was amused by that. The Americans thought I was Danish as well... so I was between the groups. We ate together in a seafood restaurant very close to the water. Many of us ordered seafood soup... there is something surreal about receiving a bowl of soup and having the prawns, fish and crab all look up at you simultaneously... and then upon asking for a spoon having the waitress go to the group next to you and taking one of their spoons, wiping it off with a napkin and handing it to you... and then half way through the meal having a pig that is at least twice as big as me walk through the restaurant... I have learned to accept and in fact welcome the presence of chickens in restuarants and houses with me because they eat the bugs but a huge pig was a bit much.

Then after finishing our meal we moved a 10 meters or so away from the restaurant and spread out our towels or whatever we had to sit on on the black sand beach. The europeans all had their bikini´s which drew some attention from the Guatemaltecas... but we all sampled the waves for a bit. The waves and undertow were powerful... but it was fun to be in the ocean again and taste like salt for a few hours. The sun was strong so we didn´t stay long... but I felt refreshed as we once again accended the 8000meters to Xela.

Saturday, October 09, 2004

¿Cual es mejor?

My teacher and I were talking about the war today... Earlier this week she told me with a huge smile on her face about being with her father as he taught the community about the bible and the faith, he was a Catholic catechist. So I asked her, if her father was affected or threatened at all during the war because he was a catechist... and was just the kind of person that was targeted by the government... take out the tendons, whiddle away at the spirit and you can kill the heart of the people.

It turns out that he is disappeared. I sat across from her transfixed as she told me about what life was like with a father who is disappeared. He was a target because as a leader in the village he spoke out against the quality of education the children of the village were receiving... and the answer he got was the same one many other Guatemalans received... a visit in the night...

Would it have been better, she wondered out loud with tears in her eyes, if he and her brother had simply been taken outside and shot in full view of the family? That way they would have known... as it is now everytime she hears a story of what someone experienced who was disappeared she wonders if her father experienced those horrors or maybe worse?

As the sun set and their father was taken the children who still lived at home were forced to become adults by the time the sun rose the next morning... someone had to work the field, earn money, support the family... so the children were forced to attempt to fill those roles. Her mother looked in every ditch, every hospital, every clinic, every field for her husbands body... but never found it.

My teacher was the oldest in the family so she already had a lot of education when her father was disappeared and even went onto university... her siblings however, were young and while one sister made it to the sixth grade the rest only completed second grade. A sad reality for many in rural Guatemala.

She showed me a picture of her and her sister side by side... my teacher has a smile, full cheeks, wrinkles only from smiling, and relatively new clothes... her sister looks sad, worn, and years older than her older sister. Her life has been hard.

Friday, October 08, 2004

San Rabinac

San Rabinac is the newest parish in the ILAG and the move to being Lutheran will be a process for the community. The community, from what I understood, has 1300 people within the finca... and all of those belong to the church. The church leadership and the community leadership are more or less synonymous, but without a doubt this community is well structured. Tomas Chumpa (spelling may be wrong) is the leader of the community and the church, and is a man who loves the members of his community.
The parish had been Catholic but have been having many problems with the Catholic church. The Catholic church had wanted the community to give the church some of their land, maybe to give to others in need maybe not, I don`t know. Regardless, the priest had not visited the community in over a year and was threatening not to commune the parish for five years if they did not give this land away. To use the sacraments as a weapon is terrible, no matter who does it. Tomas has received numerous death threats as a result.
The community heard about the work of the ILAG, and especially Padre Horacio Castillo. They contacted Padre Castillo and began a relationship with the ILAG. It was when Padre Horacio was visiting this village about a year ago that he realized that he had a heart condition... probably because of how difficult it is to get into the community.
In the 6 or so months since the parish has been Lutheran, they have received a pastoral visit 4 times... and communion with each visit.

Tuesday, October 05, 2004

Just getting there...

27 Septiembre 2004... a day of travel of many different sorts for a delegation of six from Oregon and two Guatemalans and myself. Our goal was San Rabinac, nestled into the mountains to the southwest of Coban... forgotten by most. We left Guatamala City at 5am in our microbus and made our way northwest to Coban where we met Tomas Chumpa and I bought some rubber boots (very stylish but would have been even more so if they were pink!) because with all the rain it would be very muddy in the village. We all got back in our microbus with Pastor David Knapp behind the wheel and made our way to the Chocsoy (spelling?) hydroelectric plant, the same plant that had been occupied by 400-800 compensino workers only 2 weeks prior in protest for not being compensated for being displaced by the dam and not having electricity despite there being a dam. We left our microbus and walked to the river... sounds harmless but in the middle was a wood and rope suspension bridge 80m over the river. With more than one person on it at a time it would rock back and forth... with my backpack on I was a bit frightened. I know that at least one person repeated the 23rd Psalm throughout his crossing... smart man!

On the other side we all boarded a small boat along with our backpacks and the village members that had come to help us carry our belongings into the community. The boat was very low in the water and I know that at least Horacio is not a fan of boats but when you throw in some rapids it makes things even more interesting. The mountains rose out of the river and waterfalls cascaded into the river spraying us with mist. Breathtaking. Lush, remote, absolutely beautiful... I did not like finding out that this area has a lot of snakes, tigers, and lions, but really what can I expect!

After 30 minutes in the boat, we arrived downstream and began our hike. It usually takes the community members an hour to get to the village... but they are used to it, in better shape and know the terrain... It was a hard hike for each of us, but together we made it. Whether by holding eachother hands and at times dragging one another forward, or telling stories, or simply allowing eachother to take the pace we needed to take... we all made it. Well... and the fact that half way to the village a hand full of youth came to releave us of the rest of our backpacks... some believed that to be a true gift from God. It took us three hours to arrive... so we did not beat the rain. Unfortunately, most of the group had left their rainjackets and panchos in their backpacks so ended up not only muddy but very wet as well.

Just getting there was a challenge of our resolve to meet the people of this community. At times I am sure all of us were wondering what we had gotten ourselves into... but it also showed us just how remote these people were and how important a relationship would be with them... just to know that someone (both them for us and us for them) were holding you in their prayers. We were greeted in the dark, in the rain by many of the children of the village singing a welcome to us. They had waited for a couple of hours for us... and sang such a beautiful welcome that many of us had tears and none of us remember the difficulty of the hike only the joy of the welcome.

The children had to be sent home shortly thereafter due to the rain. It was getting dangerous for them with the rivers rising... as they scattered we were lead in the dark to the dormitory next to the church. After a brief greeting and some of us getting into dry clothes, we were fed beans, tortillas and coffee and then sent off to our beds. 6 members of the delegation slept in the dormitory on wood beds with blankets... three of us (Horacio, myself and David Knapp) pushed together wooden church benches in the church and slept there. Firm beds... and coffee make it a bit hard to sleep. But we had arrived and were warmly welcomed by a community whose trust had been damaged with the Catholic church... but more about that next time.