Saturday, November 7, 2015

Day 3: ComUnion

Day 3 was spent largely inside the hotel, which is a bit of a shame when in a country as beautiful as Guatemala. However, it was a day where the presentations were exclusively in Spanish. If you know me you know that means I understood about every fifty words. Fortunately, we were given headsets to listen to translations of the speakers. It was like being at the UN.

Though we were inside most of the day, I did get to go for a run in the afternoon. I was able to avoid the rush hour cars enough to realize running at 5000 feet is hell lungs.

In the evening we shared communion and then blessed all of our brothers and sisters who live, serve and celebrate good news in the hard places of Guatemala. I wish I had recorded the group singing Amazing Grace in Spanish and English. It was muy bonita.

Thursday, November 5, 2015

Day 2: Ciudad Cayala

After Ciudad Esperanza, we went to Ciudad Cayala, an oasis of a different sort. I leaned what cultural whiplash felt like as we went from one to the other.

Day 2: Ciudad de Esperanza

Some time around 2012 Jose was invited to a meeting with several pastors. The gathering was at the former hacienda of a wealthy family who left the country after their daughter was kidnapped in 1996.  Their house and the surrounding 52 acres lay fallow. To make a long story short, 6 months later Jose began renting the house and four acres. They embarked upon a journey of creating an oasis in the middle of Zone 18.

Since that time they have accomplished an unbelievable number of things. They continue to feed 250 children while also teaching them to bake, cook, sew, work computers, raise animals and farm the land which is growing corn, beans, oranges, coffee and even tilapia. I even got to see an avacados tree for the first time. The work they are doing really is hard to fathom.

Wednesday, November 4, 2015

Day 2: Esperanza de Guatemala

Joel Armas grew up in Zone 18. He was one of the few who "escaped". Yet after several years in business in 2006 he decided to return. The place he returned to is known as la jungla (the jungle). It is a place full of people, full of life, full of children, while also full of gangs, violence and hunger. Three gates lead into this neighborhood. I thought they were built by the neighbors to keep the gangs out, only to discover they were built by the gangs to keep other gangs and sometimes the police out. It gives a whole new meaning to" gates communities". 
There at the center of this neighborhood, Joel began to feed children and established Esperanza para Guatemala (Hope for Guatemala). The ministry grew to the point that six years later God provided something even bigger.

(Next up Ciudad de Esperanza)

Day 2: Ingadi Ministries

On Wednesday we all headed out on various fields trips. My group focused on monasteries to at risk youth.
In the morning we visited Ingadi Ministries which is run by Nathan Hardeman. As if the case with all of these posts, there is more to tell than time. Pictured below are images of PS 422 where they do most of their work. The other picture may look like a dirt field, but it is the big soccer field where hundreds of children play every week in the community of Paradisio.

Day 1: Cardboard boxes

In 1996 Guatemala signed a peace accord that ended a 36 year war between government forces and militias. Over that time some 250,000 people "disappeared". Few of those people were located until the Forensic Anthropological Foundation began their work.

After performing a moment of blessing, we entered the building. I assumed the boxes in the hallway were filled with the records of the disappeared. This was enough to give me a chill. Only later did I learn that they were filled with the remains of some 4000 people who have been found but not re connected with relatives.  I still struggle to reconcile the juxtaposition of such a common container holding such a sacred content.

Day 1: The National Cemetery

After lunch we loaded on buses to engage in some "city mapping". The CMT (centro missio transformacion) believe that loving a city must involve knowing it's wounds. So, we traveled to the national cemetery. 

Or host, Joel Agular, lead us around the cemetery telling stories tired to greaves and monuments that revealed the wounds of economic disparity, racial prejudice, war, and religion. I learned later that one stop in the middle was not planned.
There was a smell waiting through the air that i dismissed as just the smell of the city. I also noticed a multitude of buzzards in the sky.  We stopped at a spot along the wall and Vito Sandoval, (blue shirt) began to tell a story that would explain the smell.  For the last 38 years, Vito has been working with youth who live in the slums near the city dump. That dump is in a ravine. That ravine is right next to the cemetery. Rudy was one of those youth. He collected garbage next to the bulldozers that pushed it over the edge. One day the ground have way and took Rudy with it. He was found for days later. He left behind a girlfriend, a one year old son and many hopes. His grave is pictured below.

Tuesday, November 3, 2015

Hospitality as mission

Yes, I'm in beautiful Guatemala yet sitting in a hotel conference room.  But this gathering was worth it as it was entitled "Hospitality as mission".
Sitting at the other end of the circle are four missionaries with the Christian reformed Church who serve in Romania, Bangladesh, Cairo, and Houston. Their approach to ministry is all about the table; setting the table, serving at the table, and sitting at tables.  It's a metaphor and practice worth thinking about.

Monday, November 2, 2015

Gooooodmorning Guaatemala

I arrived last night around 11:00 and then woke up to the view in the picture below.  Friends in Tacoma, you'll be happy to see that there are clouds here too (apparently we're almost in them, which makes sense as we are at 5,000 feet.). Of course the temp is a pleasant 60 or so at this point in the morning. Well, of to desayuno.

The longest journey begins with a single bus ride

I scrounged exact change for the bus ride to sea tac after raiding the family coin jar. Big thanks to Kodi for the ride to the Tacoma dome station.

Speaking of money, anyone know what the name of the Guatemalan currency is?

Friday, June 26, 2015

Wheat and Weeds

June 14, 2015 at Manitou Park Presbyterian Church
Text: Mark 4:26-34
          26 He also said, "This is what the kingdom of God is like. A man scatters seed on the ground. 27 Night and day, whether he sleeps or gets up, the seed sprouts and grows, though he does not know how. 28 All by itself the soil produces grain-- first the stalk, then the head, then the full kernel in the head. 29 As soon as the grain is ripe, he puts the sickle to it, because the harvest has come."
            30 Again he said, "What shall we say the kingdom of God is like, or what parable shall we use to describe it? 31 It is like a mustard seed, which is the smallest seed you plant in the ground. 32 Yet when planted, it grows and becomes the largest of all garden plants, with such big branches that the birds of the air can perch in its shade."
            33 With many similar parables Jesus spoke the word to them, as much as they could understand. 34 He did not say anything to them without using a parable. But when he was alone with his own disciples, he explained everything.

          Can you think of a recent time when you tried to describe something to a person who had no knowledge of it?  Maybe you were trying to describe a friend they didn't know.  Perhaps you were trying to describe an object or tool?  Or maybe it was an idea.   Can you think of one?  If so, I'll be there is a phrase you used in your effort.  Let me give an example and see if you hear it.
          Friday was the last day of school and since Erin is now teaching at Manitou she got invited to an end of the year staff party and she invited me to go along.  While there I was talking with the husband of one of the other teachers.  We were doing the small talk thing.  What do you do?  Where do you live?  Are you from Tacoma?  No, he said he was from Houston and Spokane.  When I asked what took him to Spokane he clarified that he had actually lived in Cheney, WA but just said Spokane because it was close.  “Cheney,” I said, “I've never been there, what is it like?”  “Well,” he explained, “its a college town.  And its pretty small.”  This was helpful but he paused for a second and pressed on before saying, “It's like Lacey.”  Did you catch the phrase he used?  Often when we're trying to describe something unfamiliar we will use this phrase – it is like.
          “Oh, okay” I responded, “so its small, with a college and about 30 minutes from a city of 200,000 people.”  And just like that, even though I have never been to Cheney, I understand it a little better because Terrance compared it to a place I had been.
          Describing unfamiliar things, be it a person or a tool, can be a challenge.  Now imagine if you were trying to explain not just a town, but an entire country.  And now imagine if that country was God’s country?  Put another way, the kingdom of God?  How in the world would you describe this to people? 
          Such was Jesus' challenge and like us, he chose to use that helpful phrase, “it is like.”       

The KOG is like...wheat
          “This is what the kingdom of God is like...”  Now let me pause right there.  Before I go any further let's play a little game.  I will start a sentence and you finish it.
“The Seattle Seahawks are like...”
“The United States of America is like...”
          Now, given such answers, can't you imagine how Jesus might have finished this sentence?  “The kingdom of heaven, which is greater by far than the Seahawks as well as larger and wider than even our beautiful nation, is like... I would have said, I lion or all the stars in the heavens or Mt. Rainier.”  I would have said something big, something vast and something mighty.  But what does Jesus say?
          It is like a man scattering seeds on the ground.  Really?  Seeds?  The kingdom of the creator of all that was and is and is to come is like seeds being scattered on the ground?  Yes, Jesus continues.  Then night and day passes and regardless of what the farmer does the seeds are working until finally they sprout and grow – first the stalk, then the head and then the full grain.  And as soon as it is ripe, the farmer takes the sickle to it and harvests it up.  And this, this is what the kingdom of God is like.  Do you understand it better now? 

The KOG is like...a tiny invasive unclean bush where pests nest
          Fortunately Jesus doesn't stop there.  Perhaps seeing the confusion on the faces of the listeners he offers another analogy.  Again Jesus asks, “What shall we say the KOG is like?”  Okay, now we're going to hear that it is like a mansion or a mighty river or as Ezekiel said it is like a mighty cedar tree.  Yes, that sounds like God's kingdom to me.  Tell us Jesus, what is the Kingdom of God like?
          “It,” Jesus says, “is like a mustard seed.”  A what? At this comparison I imagine a look of confusion would have crossed the agrarian faces of his listeners.  You know the one where one eye squints and there is a slight turn of the head.  Mustard seed?  How in the world could any kingdom which is by its very nature vast, let alone the kingdom of God which is supposed to go from the north and south and east and west, how could this be anything like a mustard seed?  Well, Jesus explains.
     The mustard seed is the smallest of seeds.  But, when planted…wait a second, let me stop you again Jesus.  When planted?  Why would you plant a mustard seed?  They spread on their own – like mint or horseradish or raspberries or dandelions or scotch broom.  You don’t really need to plant their seeds.  But okay, go on.
          When planted it grows and becomes the largest of all garden plants.  Hold it one more time Jesus. I have to stop you again.  You say that this mustard seed becomes the greatest of all garden plants (la,canon ). Another translation says it becomes “the greatest of all shrubs.”  This isn’t exactly a great thing.  It’s a little like saying I am the brightest bulb in a room of match sticks.  Or I’m the sharpest tool in a shed of sledge hammers.   Or in a world where everyone is blind, the one eyed man is king.  This, as they say, is damning with faint praise.  Being the biggest bush in the garden may be great for a bush, but what has that to do with the kingdom of God?  
          And then there is this matter of being one of the garden plants.  This creates a bit of a problem because we wouldn’t be planting this mustard seed in our garden.  According to Mark Hoffman, seeds were not to be sown in garden beds.  This has to do with the Levitical admonition against mixing seeds found in Leviticus 19:19. 'Do not mate different kinds of animals. "'Do not plant your field with two kinds of seed.   So, for Jesus to say a mustard seeds was being sown in a garden is like saying orange juice was being mixed with milk or ketchup being put on salmon.  You just don’t do it.   But, I’ve stopped you again, so please go on Jesus.
          And Jesus does continue by exclaiming that this garden plant has such big branches that…that…yes, Jesus, that you can tie a rope and swing on them? No.  That you can cut and lumber into beams used to build a house or even temple?  No.  That someone could climb to look miles down the road to see what is coming on the horizon? Are any of these things how big the plant will become?  Um, no, the branches are big enough for birds to rest in them. 
          Birds? Wait, what?  I try to keep the birds out of my garden.  Isn’t this what scarecrows are for?  But you’re offering some kind of welcomecrows?  To make matters worse if you grow things that will welcome grain eating birds, then what is going to happen to my wheat that was decently grown in proper order? 
          Mark tells us that Jesus would later explain the parables to his disciples.  I would like to have heard that explanation because right now it sounds like Jesus is saying that the kingdom of God is first, like a bunch of wheat.  And second like the tiny seed of an invasive unclean bush that invites pests to eat my food.  How in the world is God's kingdom like that?  This, I have to say Jesus, is the worst parable ever.  Or maybe it’s the best.

The nature of parables[1]
          CH Dodd said, “At its simplest the parable is a metaphor or simile drawn from nature or common life, arresting the hearer by its vividness or strangeness, and leaving the mind in sufficient doubt about its precise application to tease it into active thought.”   Has your mind been teased into active thought?
          There are two kinds of stories; myths and parables.  Myths end happily ever after while parables end in mystery.  Myths end with periods while parables end with question marks.  The function of parables is to surprise, shock and tease the listeners imagination.  Are your imaginations teased into active thought?  What meaning do you draw from these two parables?  What do they reveal to you about God's kingdom?
          Let me ask this another way, since we are reading from the gospel of Mark and gospel means good news, where do you hear good news in either of these parables?   If you are thinking then the parables are doing their job.  I could attempt to tell you what these parables mean, but I don't think there is any one answer anymore than there is any one kind of seed.  My hope is that you take these two parables with you when you leave and that they grow and spread in your minds until you start recognizing God's kingdom in your day to day life.  Who knows what they will reveal this week about God.  It could be any number of things.  So I won't attempt to “explain them”.  What I will do is offer two examples of where they resonate with me.  The first has to do with children.

Orderly wheat and chaotic mustard
           Think back to that first parable and notice how orderly things are.  The seeds sprout and grow – first the stalk, then the head and then the kernel.  We Presbyterians like orderly things.  We have an order to our worship.  We have a book of order in which it somewhere says to do things decently and in proper order.  Order is good and we seek to create some for our children.  We have an order to their spiritual development that goes from baptism to nursery to sunday school to youth group to confirmation to graduation into life.  We have an order to the way they exit the sanctuary and we like to see them neatly ordered on the stage all singing a song together.  This makes us feel good when children are neat and orderly like growing wheat.  But it ain't always this way. 
          Sometimes our children are more like mustard seeds.  They run around like spreading like dandelion seeds.  They can feel invasive when we're trying to have a conversation and sometimes they crowd out the nice orderly wheat we are trying to grow in this sanctuary.  Wheat is orderly while mustard is chaotic but what does Jesus say about both?  The kingdom of God is like them. 
          The children's ministry team and some of the session met last Sunday to talk about ministry to our children.  We met to ask, “Is this a place where children belong?”  Our answer was yes, but.  Yes, it is a place where children belong, but we want it to be even more so.  We want more people involved with the children.  We want more children involved in worship.  At times it will be orderly wheat and other times chaotic mustard but in both will be a reflection of the kingdom of God.  This is my first thought and my second has to do with the birds.

Birds
          Jesus says that the fruit of the mustard seed isn't just mustard, but a place for the birds to perch in its shade.  As I mentioned this is odd for a gardener to want birds.    Not only will they eat the food but many birds were seen as unclean.  Leviticus 11[2] has a list of like 20 birds that were to be considered unclean.  Among them are eagles, ravens, owls, storks and even gulls.  And yet, here Jesus is advocating for a bush that will invite space not only for the clean birds but unclean as well.  Jesus doesn't say what kind of birds, just birds which leads me to question whether Jesus sees things as clean and unclean, righteous and unrighteous, holy and unholy, in and out?  And this is encouraging to me for I think Manitou has more in common with the mustard bush than with mighty cedar trees.
          Almost 90 years ago at the creation of this sanctuary, Rev. Acheson proclaimed that this church was created not just for certain birds, rather, “Our church is a community affair, planned to concentrate on the needs of the persons who live here. We serve the illiterate and the educated, the rich and the poor—if they are members of our community, our aim is to everything in our power to help them in every way.”  And here we are 90 years later still doing this. 
          Sure there are ways we're doing this right now in this sanctuary where every Sunday thirty to sixty birds of varying ages and abilities come to nest and receive shade.  But it hasn't stopped here.  Every Wednesday ten to forty people come to get food and clothes for themselves and those in their nests which sometimes amount to over 150 people per week.  But the mustard bush doesn't stop there.  On Friday and Monday evenings and now even on Saturday afternoons can you guess how many people come to get help facing their addictions or those of family members?  I knew the numbers were growing  but I was surprised to discover the total number is over 150 people per week.  For the most part none of them, either in the food bank or NA meetings, come to worship, but does that diminish the work of the mustard bush?  Not – At – All.  The mustard bush provides shade to all the birds that nest in it.        

The way out: Mustard bushes and crooked fir trees
          As you likely by now know our church started in the shade of a massive crooked cedar tree.  I imagine Mrs. Shumake and the other leaders from back in that day hoped that one day there would be a great church built near that site.  I wonder what they might think today if they could see where we are.  Would they look at say, hmm, I thought it would be bigger by now.  Or would they look with different eyes and say something like wow look at how many birds have found rest and shade in the branches of such a small church. 

Benediction
          The mustard bush isn't exactly our symbol, but the crooked fir tree isn't far from it especially when you look at the one that now sits on our front lawn.  You too may feel like a little crooked fir tree – not much to look at, not powerful or mighty but know this little mustard seeds, it is through such small things that God does great things.  Go from here with eyes to see and celebrate those things.


[1]             Robert Capon writes that, “With Jesus, the device of parabolic utterance is used not to explain things to people's satisfaction but to call attention to the unsatisfactoriness of all their previous explanations and understandings.
[2]             Leviticus 11:13-19  "'These are the birds you are to detest and not eat because they are detestable: the eagle, the vulture, the black vulture,  14 the red kite, any kind of black kite,  15 any kind of raven,  16 the horned owl, the screech owl, the gull, any kind of hawk,  17 the little owl, the cormorant, the great owl,  18 the white owl, the desert owl, the osprey,  19 the stork, any kind of heron, the hoopoe and the bat.

Thursday, March 26, 2015

South Tacoma Cross Walk

The cross of Christ compels us to pay attention to victims of violence.  Join us at 9:00am on Good Friday, April 3rd,  for a South Tacoma cross walk in which we visit and remember those who have died as a result of violence in our community over the last 7 years.  Join us for the entire walk, part or even one stop.  We’ve listed the times so you’ll know where we plan to be.  At each stop we will offer a brief recounting of the person, the nature of the violence and a prayer.  We can not do anything to bring them back, but we can do something to honor their life and work to end violence in the future.


Stop  Time           Mile            Location                                  Person
Start   9:00                                56th & S. Tacoma Way (Starbucks)             
1        9:30             .3                52nd & S. Tacoma Way (Friendly Duck)   Thomas Antwon Henderson (25)
2        10:00           .5                56th and Union                           David Watson (45)
3        10:30           1                 S. Oakes & 54th                          James A. Guillory (28)
4        11:00           1.5               56th Street Shell Station              Julio Segura-McIntosh (3)
5        11:45           3.5               72nd & Lawrence                         Laura Anne Carlson (46)
6        12:00           3.7               70th & Puget Sound (Alley)          Saul Lucas-Alfonso (25)
7        12:15           4                 Manitou Trestle
8        12:45           4.8               Manitou Park                              Fernando Sandoval  (17)
Finish 1:00             5                 Manitou Park Presbyterian

We will begin our walk in the Starbucks parking lot at the corner of 56th and South Tacoma Way and conclude the walk in Manitou Park.  Rides will be provided back to the starting point.  If you have questions, please call or e-mail Ken Sikes at 472-1606 or kwsikes@hotmail.com

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