We’ve been here before…

When the Spirit of truth comes, he will guide you into all truth.

John 16:13

 

We’ve been here before, but we’ve never walked this ground. This mother hadn’t lost her son before that tragic day. This officer hadn’t taken solitudeanother human life until that moment. This community had not experienced days of open grieving, anger and unrest.  This pain and history is tied to mine but not my lived experience. How do I even begin to know how to respond, be present in a compassionate and loving way that does not incite or make assumptions? How do I not excuse the system that has allowed this tragedy to happen?

I don’t know. And my reluctance to even write about Ferguson on the blog is because of my fear of not knowing. My not knowing what will help. My not knowing what will make it worse. A part of me wants to physically be there in solidarity as a peaceful presence but I’m unsure if that is best or even how to be there. And another part doesn’t want to be there at all, if I am honest. I find myself caught in this middle place.

At the August LCWR gathering in Nashville, Nancy Schreck, OSF shared this wisdom about living in this middle place:

Importantly, this middle place calls for theology of witness in which we cannot assume presence or straightforward resolution. It calls for witness to events that exceed the parameters of death and yet cannot so easily be identified as life. It is about imagining the form of God’s presence and power arising in the places when life is least discernible. It is precisely at these edges of comprehension, that the possibility of something else arises. In this time all of our fixed categories are broken open. In order to negotiate the space we need to be able to keep complexities in tension and speak from their creative crossing.

Right now, I am trying to be open to where the Spirit of truth calls me to. For now, I feel all I can do is pray. I pray for healing. I pray that I will take an active part in that healing. I pray I will not settle for the easy comfort of quick action but a willingness to sit with the discomfort of waiting. I pray that when the crisis is no longer news that I will not abandon this call. I pray I will be willing to still be here, in partnership with friends, neighbors, seeking together a way to heal and transform our broken system.

For what do you pray?

Waiting on the path,

Anna

Thanks I needed that

Do not repay evil with evil or insult with insult. On the contrary, repay evil with blessing, because to this you were called so that you may inherit a blessing.

1 Peter 3:9

Stepping backWhere does one even begin? Looking at my news feed there are rockets in Gaza, airliners shot down in the Ukraine, crisis at the border, resurgence in Iraq. And that is nothing to say of what is happening in our own back yards. How can we not feel overwhelmed, consumed, helpless and hopeless?

I’m grateful to Sr. Sandy Straub for sharing her journey at the border. I needed that. And as you are aware it’s been a while since I’ve logged on and blogged on well about anything. When we established this blog we wanted it to be a forum for conversation, growth and support for trying to minister in this unfinished world. 

I want to be honest about why I wasn’t writing for all that time. I was burned out, tired, feeling pretty used up. And I’m not sure I’m completely back on track. But I did step out and step back and was able to get a new perspective on things. I think we need to do that once in a while when all around us we are immersed in what’s wrong with the world.

There is a lot that’s wrong, but there is so much that’s right. I’ve been doing this work for some time now. And while I waffle between calling it ministry and work, some days it is “work” with little reward. Unlike other jobs there’s never a time clock you can punch out, go home and turn off the brain. Media inundates you with the very reasons you do what you do.

And let’s be honest, we’ve all met folks who really seem to love living in that negative space. “Hey did you hear the latest awful report from…” or “If you want to read something that really makes you angry, check out Senator X’s comments…” or my favorite (this is a direct quote). “Just read this article about … and it will make you sick.”

I wish these were the exceptions to peace and justice work but I’ve found they have become the norm. We fill our lives with the horrors of the world hoping that we and others will feel so outraged that we’ll act to stop them. It’s a tactic that I don’t see working and the media has taken it and ran. Everything and I mean everything is presented as a crisis. But I see that folks appear to be more desensitized, numb and inactive – than outraged, compelled and ready to act.

We cannot physically, emotionally or spiritually  sustain a constant state of crisis and fear if we want to truly transform ourselves and the world. That doesn’t mean I’m not going to care about others or know that the suffering is there and want to work toward its end. But how can I be faithful to the life of Jesus if I feed on the suffering and in turn feed the suffering? How am I His disciple if I don’t make room in my life for the life giving joy of the gospel? Where is the blessing I want to share and inherit? Why would anyone want to join me in this if I’m only ever saying how bad everything is, focusing on the evil? I’d run the opposite way too – and kind of did for a spell.

Let’s not forget to step back, see a bigger picture and remember that it’s not our problem to solve, but we are joy-filled disciples, available to the Holy Spirit. And when we are faithful, we lift one another up and invite the whole world into the kindom, ready to inherit the blessing.

How are you doing? Can you take a step back and get a different view? Where are you finding joy and being blessed? I’d really like to know.

With you on the path,

Anna

 

Diary from the Border: Entry Five

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Sister Ida and Sandra (back) are joined by some CSJs from Los Angeles.

by Sister Sandra Straub

I thought I would only have one more story, but God writes in crooked lines using strange media! As soon as we thought the center would be empty we received five more families!  My story today relates to women from El Salvador .

The first was a young mother who traveled several weeks through Mexico. She had a coyote (a person who smuggles immigrants) who tried to rape her, but she escaped. Her sister who lives in Mexico did not want her, because she was traveling with three young girls, 11, 12, and 13. Some gang was after them. Her sister did not want the trouble. The young 22-year-old mother did not know what to do. Eventually she decided to separate from the girls. She is so worried because of the attempted rape on her. In her gut she knows they are in harms way and doesn’t know what to do. She told me the story as she was leaving, comfortable enough but grieving for the loss of these girls. All she could do was cry as I comforted her.

The second is was more criminal and difficult to hear and tell. I will call the Señora Maria to protect her. Her mother died very young when Maria was baby. Sometime in her life her father started raping her. He then sold her to a man. He made her marry him. Her husband was very violent and has scars on her face and other places from being beaten. He sold her or she became a part of a prostitution ring.  She had an abortion.  The man did not want the baby and had her operated on to remove her uterus.

She ran away to the states, and was picked up by immigration twice. The second time she had a court case and missed it. The judge placed her in the detention center where she stayed for 3.5 years waiting to have her case heard. She is now in a center too afraid to go out.  S. Albia, IHM is talking with her. Ida took her to the store to buy crafts. While there S. Ida noticed Maria eyeing frozen pizza and asked her if she would like one, so pizza was her lunch. Afterward she was in the car as we drove her to her center. She talked about liking El Paso. She felt somewhat safe. We were all laughing I saw her with smile and laughter. S. Albia told me she has more to tell…a life of suffering.

I can’t tell you how grateful we are for this privilege and  experience to walk with our neighbor.

Diary from the Border: Entry Four

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The fourth in a continued series written by Sister Sandra Straub about her experiences serving at the border with Sister Ida Berresheim. 

Today is a change day. We are always trying to adapt to the need of the client. We go to work with a perceived thought of what might be the experience and finish the day with WELL, that was not what I thought might happen!  I did not think that within one week I would be so immersed in the life of El Paso and all with whom I have been privileged to know and work with….the volunteers. Yesterday and today all are going back to their homes.  Ida and I are the seasoned ones!  While I am so very happy to have met them, I am also somewhat sad to see them go.  Yesterday as we emptied the house five IHMs from Scranton arrived!  One week of intense work is very stretching.

We also had 90, then 70, then 20 clients on Friday. We accepted no one and every so often said our goodbyes. Yes of course, I had a lump in my throat and misty eyes. One lady choose our  175th  tee shirt that I brought to El Paso to wear for her travel. As I saw her I told her that this community of sisters was praying for her and surrounding her with their care, like this tee shirt she was wearing.  I found the moment inspiring…for me!  Of course I felt her heartfelt expression of gratitude.  I can still feel her smile!

Yesterday we also said good bye to a Guatemalan Mother who is no more than 4 feet 10 weighing 90 pounds, and her son, 9 years old with two deformed legs. The mother carries him on her back!  They are going to Shriners in St. Paul, Minneapolis in hopes of finding some solution.  I told him my story of having polio and not being able to walk in hopes of giving him and the Mother that miracles do happen!  We had lunch together and became soul mates!  Some very generous person gave the Mother an expensive carriage. They came scared, tired, hungry, and left, the child sitting in a carriage with smiles, hope and rested.  More lumps in my throat as I experience such generosity and valor!

I decided to return to St. Louis on Wednesday. The decision was based on the fact that we hear these centers will be phased out. We see this already in our center and experience the departure of volunteers.  At the same time my leaving allows a space for another to experience the border!  I have been working since I came and a break is needed. We, Ida and I, are so grateful for all you give. Ida, our housemother, continues to serve.

Note: Sister Ida will be staying in our name in El Paso and continuing to make the house available for more volunteers. Five more sisters from another community,were arriving today or tomorrow. The St. Louis Province thanks S. Linda Markway who sent down 100 small back pack for the children from the Vocation Office. This will allow the children to carry their few possessions with them on their bus journeys to families or sponsors. Let us keep them all in our prayers.

 

Diary From the Border: Entry Three

STRAUB,SANDRA

Sister Sandra Straub

Sister Sandra Straub’s Updates from the El Paso Border: Thursday, July 17

I want to walk with attitude today!

Ida had a phone call from the Post Dispatch to get her take on the situation here.  Her reply was something like I only cook, plan , shop, do the laundry, drive folks!  What Ida isn’t saying is that she is present, she is heartfelt, she is necessary, she is the “can do attitude” she is the glue of the house that permits me and others to go and come each day to experience the center and the lives of those who enter there.  I want to walk with attitude today!

 

Yesterday was interesting and the rhythm was okay.  Early in the morning I saw a family trying to get into the emergency door.  I watched as they looked in turned away and tried again.  As they walked away something told me to go after them.  This family was from Colorado and the were looking for “mi hija” and her son.  About 60 feet into the building they saw each other and went running with hugs, kisses, more hugs and kisses and of course tears! Mine align with theirs!   Happy middle to a sad beginning and a unknown future.

 

BERRESHEIM,IDA

Sister Ida Berresheim

We also saw many leave yesterday, mostly by bus going to Virginia, California, Florida, another part of Texas.  Some are traveling with very little money, but that doesn’t deter them nor take away their smile,nor stop them from being grateful to us who shared a very small part of this journey.  Sometimes my heart just breaks for them because I know so many of us don’t want them!  I know the government process will be long and tedious.  I can tell you this, they are great workers!  They helped me clean a large carpet with broom, no sweeper, and mop and sweep some very long hallways.  We sang and talked as we worked.  Not in full voice, but with hum!!

 

I want to share one more story I have heard too many times!  When they walk across the river and enter McAllen border patrol they are met and detained.  Everything they have is taken and pitched.  They are placed a room ,very…very cold, with 100 others…standing room only for the night and given either a meager meal or glass of milk.  They spend the night standing and in the morning or sometime board a plane not knowing where they are going, spend more time in process,and enter a bus to come to one of our shelters.  Here is the first place they receive some humanitarian kindness. Can you see why I want to walk with Ida’s attitude of service?

 

So that’s it for one!  Have a good day with attitude! 

Diary from the Border: Entry Two

What happens to their spirit is amazing!  Their posture changes, their burnt faces are oiled and received medicine if needed; their hair is combed and their smile returns and they begin talking to me as we arrange their sleeping stations.

STRAUB,SANDRASister Sandra Straub’s updates from her border work in El Paso: Tuesday, July 15

Tuesday morning!  A great, cloudy, colorful, multiple layered sky is blanketing us this morning.  Kind of the feel I had yesterday meeting so many clients and their small children. We were busy with about sixty new clients.  When they arrive we have them sign in before the next station and they form a single line standing almost in silence.  The mothers looked beat tired but with a bit of relief on their faces.  The children are children!  As I look at their faces most have those beautiful black eyes of liquid stories ready to express what they have seen and experienced.  Their skin is aged and worn beyond their years and for the most part they are small and thin.  Yesterday I had the first smell of this pilgrim walk….not so pleasant!  Some had been on the trek for a month and a half, carrying babies and small child.  Their shoes did not fit and often with no laces, their clothes were worn and dirty.  I also experienced and saw hunger.  Many appeared to be just plain hungry!

After intake they go to a lovely dining room for a hot meal, prepared and donated by volunteers.  Yesterday they had meatball soup, salad, rice, beans, tortillas, dessert, lemonade, milk, tea.  Some ate slowly, others swept down, all appeared to be gaining a sense of calm and maybe we can hope for a better life.  When finished with eating they pick out a set of used, clean clothes, then a shower, and then a space with bed and rest. While they are doing that the center is contacting and working on their travel.

What happens to their spirit is amazing!  Their posture changes, their burnt faces are oiled and received medicine if needed; their hair is combed and their smile returns and they begin talking to me as we arrange their sleeping stations.  I am overcome with a mixture of joy…experiencing their resiliency and care….and sadness to be a part of so much sadness.  I am so blessed and at times unaware of this part of the world.  So, God has gifted me once again with solidarity, wonderful companionship and support.

Need to go.  These are my thoughts from day four.  Amen

Diary from the Border: CSJs serving in El Paso

BERRESHEIM,IDA

Sister Ida Berresheim

STRAUB,SANDRA

Sister Sandra Straub

“In our expression of mission, we commit ourselves: To share the stories and faces of those who live in poverty, are kept on the margins and are most affected by broken systems.”  Sisters of St. Joseph of Carondelet

Two sisters in our St. Louis province have travelled to El Paso to serve the needs of the immigrants at the volunteers at the border. Sisters Ida Berresheim and Sandra Straub left last week and continue to update us on the situation and their experiences. Please follow their journey with us!

IN THE NEWS: See Sister Sandra on KSDK News Channel 5 St. Louis talking about her trip: “Nun heads to Texas to Help Immigrants.”

 Sister Sandra’s Diary, Saturday July 12, 2014

Off to the center we went, Pat and Fred and me.  Ida had many Housemothers chores to do!  And I mean many.  We are currently five here with 2 more coming tomorrow and S. Marsha Allen and companion on Tuesday. The center was very busy with single mothers and children.  They mainly came from El Salvador and Honduras. The center is very well organized with many bi lingual church related volunteers.  Their spirit is contagious and welcoming. I happened to say to someone ..I was free to go.  Quickly, the response was, you are skilled,  blessed and sent!  I am remembering this as I walk the halls and meet the families.  I have the thought that I am giving the ministry of presence to whomever I meet.  Those thoughts ..sent by CSJ and friends, joyful companions, good place to come home to, bubbled up in my gratitude prayer this morning.

Let me share some stories from today:

I talked with a 20-year old mom who came with her one month old baby girl, Victoria.  She is desperate to make something for her baby.  She said when she got to the Mexican border 30 people were clumped together to cross the river.  The water was waste high and filthy. She carried her baby, paid the Mexican and came over to be met by border patrol.  She was processed sent to El Paso.  None are told where they are going…I think that is for protection.  She is off to Houston by bus 12-hour ride to be with her sister. Another mother with her pre teen girl told a similar story. However when she arrived on our border they had her throw everything away.  She got to keep only her bible.  Unfortunately her daughter had a Guadalupe medal and chain in a bag and that was lost when they had to leave their belongings .  She teared up when she talked about leaving her very sick mother with her17 year old daughter.  She will go to New York by bus with very little.

A happy story…Two young women brought craft things for the guests to make.  They spread it all out on the table and the mothers began to make cards and bracelets, using glitz and beads.  One woman said she had nothing and she wanted to make a pretty bracelet to look pretty for her husband who was meeting her at the plane. And she looked radiantly happy and pretty when she left. I have never been hugged so much since Peru!!!!!!  So much more in one day to talk about , but I need to go. Ida is a delight and what a model!