We Were Once People

Yesterday was a rough day for the world.  I’m pretty sure that by now you have heard about the Malaysian Airlines flight that was reportedly shot down in eastern Ukraine, and if you happened to catch any news that wasn’t about that specific situation, you probably heard about Israel’s ground invasion of Gaza.  People won’t necessarily remember the specifics of these events in a few years, but they will be in our minds for a while.  Immediate effects of these events are already apparent, as flights are being rerouted to avoid the area and the people of Gaza (and Israel) are living in fear of the unknown.  

Sometimes the events we hear about on the news grab our attention immediately and we know that the world will never be the same.  I think of 9/11 as an example of this in my own lifetime.  Other events however, seem to be incredibly important and are covered in the news for months and months but end up not meaning much to the world as a whole.  Y2K anyone?

Since the world is constantly in motion it can be hard to decide which news events are the ones that are going to matter down the road.  I find myself beginning to ignore certain stories, having made up my mind that surely this particular story doesn’t matter.  Do you realize it has been over a month since ISIS (or ISIL) has overrun significant portions of northern Iraq?  Are you aware that Syria has been embroiled in civil war for 3 years now?  Did you know that Egypt has experienced 2 coups in the last 2 years?  Turkey is seemingly simmering and erupted in massive protests last year, and Greece is still suffering chronic economic trouble?  I’ll mention Afghanistan and Yemen in passing as former/current hotbeds of terrorist activity, and wrap up with continued battles in Libya for control of the state.

A quickly highlighted map of regional tension and conflict. It SHOULD NOT be considered accurate for use in actually describing the conflicts or the placement of people. I literally made this in 5 minutes as a quick visual aid.

A quickly highlighted map of regional tension and conflict. It SHOULD NOT be considered accurate for use in actually describing the conflicts or the placement of people. I literally made this in 5 minutes as a quick visual aid.

Why mention all of this you ask?  Well…I think that the whole region is on edge and heading towards an even larger change than we have already seen.  100 years ago the world was seemingly plunged headfirst into the first World War by the simple assassination of one man.  As with many of the stories in our history books, my previous statement is a drastic oversimplification, but the assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand seems to have been the trigger that set everything off.  Will the murder of 300 people on a civilian airplane have the same result 100 years later?  Or perhaps a strong leader who stands ineffectively opposed will rise from a country burdened with economic struggles and slowly begin taking small pieces of territory to see what he can get away with.  Hindsight is easy, foresight is never clear, and those who claim to have the gift are considered foolish until proven right.

As I drove to work yesterday listening to the news, I could look out my window and see only peace around me.  As I tried to imagine the people in Gaza who were using the short 5 hour window they had been given to go to the bank and buy enough food and water to last through the unknown end of the conflict around them, I couldn’t.  I couldn’t put myself in their situation because I have never known anything like it.  I could rant and rave against the people causing it, I could spend hours on the internet watching videos about the conflict, and who started it, and why it continues, but I could not imagine what it would be like to be there.  I could not see the faces of the people, or imagine the sounds and smells that would be around me.  The same is true for the people being starved out by their own government in Aleppo, and the people who died yesterday in that plane crash.

We forget that the stories on the news are about people.  Instead we focus on groups and nations, attributing the actions of the relatively few to the various groups as a whole.  The “pro-Russian separatists” didn’t shoot that plane down.  One small group of people who were associated with the separatists did, and while they certainly meant to shoot A plane down, they almost certainly didn’t intend to shoot THAT plane down.  One (relatively) small group of people continues to fire rockets from Gaza into Israel, and the unfortunate consequence is the punishment of the much larger group of people.

Identifying as nations and groups is benign in many circumstances, it gives you a sense of belonging and identity, and gives you opportunities to feel pride or joy when your group does something worthy of note.  However, we must not forget that before we belonged to any nation or group, we were first people.    Before we knew of such things as Ohio or Republicans, we were people.  Before we decided that each person had to fit into a certain specific segment of society, we were people, humans, homo viator.  We must not forget that we were created as homo imago dei, as men (and women) created in the image of God.  Each of us.  All of us.  Our segmentation into a specific group of people, nation, or religious sect does not change who we were first, and the specific segmentation we are oftentimes arbitrarily assigned should not change our value as a person to the other people around us.  We should not stop caring about something once it crosses some imaginary line drawn on a sheet of paper, because those made in the image of God are perishing around us.

So yesterday was a rough day for the world, and a tragedy for its people.


Fine Art America

No man is an island,
Entire of itself,
Every man is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thy friend’s
Or of thine own were:
Any man’s death diminishes me,
Because I am involved in mankind,
And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; 
It tolls for thee. 

John Donne 

 

Video from Nicaragua 2014

As new videos are uploaded, I will be adding them here.  I hope these videos give you a little glimpse into the experience of Dayspring Community Church in Nicaragua. Continue reading

My Favorite Photos from Nicaragua.

 

“Poverty can be a prison”IMG_8150 (2)

“A mile in his shoes”IMG_8193 (2)

“Home sweet home…”IMG_8226 (2)

“Looking into the future”IMG_8276 (2)

“Caught Looking”IMG_8305 (2)

“Innocent Curb”IMG_8342 (2)

“Difficult Streets”IMG_8343 (2)

“Hope found in a smile”IMG_8349 (2)

“Courage”IMG_8379 (2)

“Not what is wrong, but rather, what is right.”IMG_8721

“Now it’s personal”IMG_8800

“Worship”IMG_9018 (2)

 

You can see the rest of the photos from the trip on Facebook.

Envelope

An envelope, while it remains unopened, is an entire universe of possibilities, terrific and terrible, glorious and gross.  Once disemboweled, however, all possibilities cease to exist, and we are forced to accept the contents as they are, unchangeable, immutable.  

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I have a small collection of envelopes sitting here on my desk, waiting to be opened.  They are not bills that I am trying to ignore, or ads from some company trying to sell me some service, but cards that were deliberately chosen for me by people who wanted to express something to me as I end my time working for The Alley.

I really don’t know why I haven’t opened them yet.  I mean, there could be anything in these envelopes, but if I never open them, it only remains in the realm of possibility and can never become reality.  It’s like Shrodingers Cat stuffed into an envelope!  With each bit of folded white paper wrapped around other more valuable paper, there is the possibility that someone has written words of encouragement that will stick with me for years.  Maybe a memory of a moment that will stick with them forever, maybe something that meant a lot to them.

Of course the opposite is possible as well.  I know I have hurt people while I have worked here, I can not ignore that, and maybe one of the envelopes contains an extension of forgiveness, or a remembrance of a past hurt that I have not resolved.  Maybe I have hurt someone unaware and I will be struck by guilt over something I was unaware of until now. Am I ready to confront a ghost from my past if that is what one of the envelopes holds?  Am I prepared to fulfill the obligations that may be laid on me?

It is foolish to continue to speculate while I can answer the question outright by simply breaking the thin barrier of paper and glue.  Unlike so many other areas of life, I can have answers, and I can have them now.  No waiting is required, only a few seconds of pulling and tearing.  Which I guess brings me to the real point.

I am afraid.

Not so much of the contents of the envelope, but rather, I am afraid of what the envelopes symbolize.   They symbolize the end of one long chapter of my life (from a certain point of view it is literally half of my life) and the beginning of a new one filled with surprises and the unknown.  What parts of the last chapter will play in a role in the next?  Which people will continue to be a part of my story?  Will this be the last chapter?  (Always a possibility, however unlikely.)  Am I ready to face what lies ahead?

For all of my complaints, I have a lot to be grateful for over the last 8-15 years, and I have had some experiences that I did not deserve, and could never earn.  As this chapter closes, I know it, and in knowing it I am unafraid of it.  The next is all clouded in doubt and debt and hard work and is difficult to see a beginning to, let alone an ending or additional chapters.  I must remember that this now ending chapter started that way too.

So in a few moments, I will open the envelopes sitting on the desk next to me.  The possibilities will disappear and become definite realities.  I will no longer have to question what the envelopes contain, I will know.  I will have to respond to them as is appropriate in each individual case, I will have to react to what they contain and make choices about next steps.

In a few short days, I will begin to tear open the envelope holding the next chapter of my life, and as I slowly pull piece after piece of priceless paper from that envelope, God will reveal what is next in my life, and I must trust that he will faithfully be there to preserve me, redeem me, fix me.

As I open my next envelope, I encourage you to look for unopened envelopes of your own.  Be afraid, but don’t let that fear keep you from tearing open what God has for you.  Be afraid, but with each tear in the outer paper, ask God to use the pages the envelope holds to strengthen his kingdom.

Open your envelopes…and I’ll open mine.

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Severed

It is so quiet this morning.

I can’t hear the birds singing, nor are there any sounds of people stumbling around getting ready for their day. I listen for the sounds of breakfast being prepared, but the only sound that reaches my straining ears is the steady ticking of my watch. I finally hear the sound of water rushing in the shower, but it is only because I have stumbled into it myself. It is warm and there is no pressure to finish quickly. When I decide I am clean enough, the silence drips down around me again like the last few drops of water falling from my body. It is cold and I am alone.

I seek out the people I have spent the past 12960 minutes with, but they are nowhere to be found. I check Facebook for signs of life, seeking the community I have lost. I recognize their faces, but I don’t hear their laughter, and I don’t feel the warmth of their smiles. I do not ask them how they slept, or ask about the plan for the day. We do not pray together before we start our tasks, and our lives are no longer intimately dependent on each other.

In Nicaragua we are blessed with inescapable community for a short time, and it is messy, it is hard, and it is wonderful. Paul is no fool when he writes of the church as though it were a body. In Nicaragua we find that we are disparate parts of one body, united in purpose, but each unique in function.
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In North America, I find we are not disparate, but rather, distant. It is as if we have been cut into twelve pieces and dispersed to the twelve tribes of Israel to teach them a lesson. The lesson I draw from this painful hewing of limbs and ears and eyes is that God loves community.

I believe God meant for his people to live in community, each sharing with each as they have need. In Nicaragua it is impossible to avoid this, as Dayspring and Tabernaculo de Agua Viva depend on one another for strength and resources. Sponsored students find provision in the generosity of their sponsors, and return encouragement and love to fill hearts to a new fullness never before imagined. Community lives around us in Nicaragua because it must! There is no other way to cope with the absolute poverty we are swallowed by everyday. 

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Our Nicaraguan community!

This weekend, I may see many of the team again, but we will all be clean, fresh, with styled hair and clothes that do not smell like sweat and we will find that our faces will be slightly less familiar to each other. We will reminisce about our time in Nicaragua, and say how much we miss the people and the place, but I think that under all of the memories and jokes, will lie a strong longing for the community that is no more.  

And this must be, because to live in this past would be to ignore the body that aches to be drawn together more closely around us here in Indiana. The body of Christ here must be willing to be drawn even more closely together by God. Each part finding its own place and purpose in Gods time, and depending on the others for the fulfillment of needs outside of itself.  Community is not simply living in proximity with each other, but rather, living in proximity to a mission and being drawn to its completion.  If we do not unite around the mission God has placed before us where we are, living in proximity is not enough to keep a community together.  

If you meet one of the twenty people who just returned from Nicaragua this week…do not judge them too harshly for their distance or inability to engage with the task at hand. They have been severed from the body they grew to love. Gently draw us back in and grant us time to heal as we rejoin the body Christ has for us here.

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When we stand together against the waves of life…can anything separate us?

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