Sunday, July 17, 2011

Week 49: Mi Despedida

Today I had my last Sunday in Argentina and the people of the congregation threw me a going away party (despedida in Spanish).  It was such a great day and it was fun just spending time with everyone and savoring the little time we had left together.  

Right now I have such a range of emotions running through me.  It is really bittersweet.  I am excited, happy, nervous, and anxious to head home but also sad and a little heartbroken to have to leave my new home when I just seem to be getting the hang of things.

After the church service we had a special lunch of homemade pizzas and empanadas.  I am really going to miss making, serving, and eating the food.  It is pretty yummy!  We also had a huge range of deserts.  For the first time in a year I had a brownie and lemon bar (they are not something people normally eat here).  It was also nice for me because everyone insisted that I sit down and do not serve lunch.  It was strange because I have been serving the food all year long but it was nice to sit with the kids and chat.    

Chabela and Valeria preparing the lunch
Alejandra, Xiomi, and Claudio
The deserts!
The prepared tables

After lunch I was presented with little gifts that the congregation had gotten for me and beautiful words of gratitude and blessings.  And when I thought it couldn't get any better the children surprised me with a song they wrote for me.  They dressed up Claudio as my "Argentine boyfriend" that I could bring back home with me as a joke.  It was a really cute song!  Below is a video of them singing the song.
 

Here are the words to the song:

Cuando la conocí a Rachel When I meet Rachel
Ella me hablaba y no le entendía She spoke to me and I did not understand her
Seguro se confundió Surely she was confused
Ella pensaba que estaba en china She thought that she was in China

Nunca me voy a olvidar, I will never forget,
Tantos momentos que compartimos All the moments we shared
Hermoso el mural, tanto que costó Beautiful mural, so much work
Si, que fue muy divertido Yes, it was really fun

Goodbye Rachel Goodbye Rachel
Se va a Estados Unidos She is going to the United States
Goodbye Rachel Goodbye Rachel
Que seas muy feliz We hope that you will be happy
No te olvides de todos tus amigos Don’t forget about all your friends
Aunque te vas, nos vamos a escribir Although you are going, we are going to write

Nos ensuciamos We got dirty
Nos pintamos We painted
Y nos pegamos And we hit each other

Rachel te voy a extrañar Rachel I am going to miss you
Nos hemos hecho buenos amigos We have became good friends
Pero por que no te llevas Why don’t you bring with you
Aaaa…un novio argentino? An Argentine boyfriend?

Claudio (my "Argentine boyfriend") and me
Everyone in front of the mural
Claudio, me, Anahi, and Yamila
Paula and me
Me, Emilia, and Kate
Pastor Angel, me and Chabela
I think the fact that I am actually leaving has not set in yet.  It all feels a little surreal.  I have already been telling people that I plan to come back and visit.  Everyone has been so kind and they have told me that I am always welcome and have a place to stay if I ever come back.  As I have already said this has been a great year and I am really going to miss everyone.    

Week 49: Finished Mural!

Everyone at my going away party in front of the mural
This second part of my time here at church has been dedicated to planning, organizing, and painting a mural with the children.  I had a great time working on the project with the kids and it is something that they will be able to look back at and be proud of.  

We started by having a brainstorming session where I asked the kids what they liked to draw.  They said things like "flowers," "trees," and "birds" so I knew right away our theme was going to be creation.  After we picked our theme we had drawing sessions where they practiced drawing things that we could paint in the mural.  Then I helped them plan the layout.  The next Sunday after that we started sketching on the wall with charcoal. 

The white wall just begging to be painted with COLOR!
First day of painting after our under drawings
When the charcoal drawing was done we started to paint.  I mixed the colors and managed the painting.  The kids were so excited to start and they thought it was so great to be painting on a wall.  Even some of the kids that are "too cool" to participate in most activities got into the painting part.

Jose working on a tree with apples
A group of focused painters working on the sea
Another group of focused painters

The last day of painting 






Friday, July 15, 2011

Week 48: Tierra Santa

Our group at church before we left
This past Sunday we headed on a field trip with the youth from our church.  We traveled into the capital to visit a religious theme park known as Tierra Santa (Holy Land).  

To tell you the truth I am not really sure how I felt about this place.  I do not know if I appreciate it or if I just think it is really cheesy.  I had to hold back laughter a few times due to the cheesy factor.  I think I was the only one that found the park comical too...must be a cultural thing.  It is also strange to me that they make money and call it an amusement park.  Overall I think it is a great place to bring youth to learn and get excited about religion.  It really did make history come alive and I think the kids enjoyed it. 

The park is like a small Jerusalem that is supposed to transport you back to the time of Jesus.  Walking the streets of Jerusalem we became protagonists of the history of Jesus enjoying music of that time, typical foods and art in a "magical" atmosphere (so says the website).  

There were also "shows" running all day long.  The had four main shows: the creation, the birth of Jesus, the last supper, and the resurrection.  At the end of the day we went to them all.  For me these shows were the most cheesy part of the experience.  They were light shows with mechanical figures, music, and a deep-voiced narrator.  

From an artist side, I thought it was really well done.  The city looked very authentic and historically accurate (to me).

Here is the link to the Tierra Santa website.  It is in Spanish but it has more photos for those of you who are interested: http://www.tierrasanta-bsas.com.ar/tsweb/index_code.html

Waiting at the bus stop

Our group
My group of girls for the day and Johnny
Last Supper show
Part of the town
A close up of one of the statues that were all around in various poses. 
Replica of the wailing wall in Jerusalem, Israel
18 meter huge Jesus that was part of the Resurrection show.  That show consisted of this huge Jesus rising to the music of the Hallelujah Chorus.
Me hanging out with Martin Lutero (Martin Luther)
Sacred Heart Jesus and some of the group
Overlook of the Tierra Santa city

Hanging out with a Roman Soldier

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Week 48: June/July Newsletter: In My End is My Beginning

This year has been a true journey not just a jaunt, visit, or outing. A journey is defined as an act of traveling from one place to another and suggests that a considerable amount of time and distance will be covered. This year I accomplished this in not just the amount of vast lands I covered by flying around 5,500 miles to Argentina from Minnesota, but also in my journey of world, spiritual, and self-discovery. I have changed so much this year. In ways that are evident now and probably in other ways that I will not realize until I return home. My YAGM experience has been one of the best in my life and it has taught me a good deal about the world and myself.

It has been fascinating being able to learn about the rich Argentine culture. I have experienced so many new cultural customs. Mate, empanadas, dulce de leche (caramel made from milk), the tranquilo (tranquil) attitude, and knowing how to accompany are just a few of the things I have grown to enjoy and will defiantly miss. Argentine culture is a part of me forever. Seeing and being immersed in another culture has caused me to reflect on my own culture as well. For the first time in my life I could put myself in the position of an outsider to the USA culture and contemplate and evaluate our cultural values. It has also made me more proud of where I come from and I appreciate my culture so much more than I did before. When I return I want to infuse the best of both cultures into the way I live.

During this year I traveled a long and arduous journey accompanied by my sometimes friend and sometimes enemy, Spanish. Despite the struggles and difficulties with language I have experienced this year I have really come to love and respect the Spanish language. I am the type of person who loves organization and pattern therefore learning Spanish grammar has always fascinated me. There are systems and patterns that I can follow that turn into a beautiful and efficient language. I probably know Spanish grammar better than English grammar. When I hear others or myself speaking Spanish I savor the beauty of the sounds and feelings of the words. It is such a lovely language. I will miss being surrounded by it everyday.

My faith odyssey has constantly been in motion this year. I have had time to reflect on my faith and what I actually believe therefore strengthening my values and who I am. The first area in which my faith has developed relates to nature. I have always felt a deep connection to nature and saw it as a part of my faith but this year has really made me realize how nature is a huge part of my faith and life. This is the first time in my life that I have lived in a large city for more than 3 months and I realized how much I need nature. Living simply and sustainably has become (and was always but I never really thought about it much) a spiritual practice as well as a socioeconomic statement. I find that having less and being more aware of my impact on this earth brings me nearer to God. I see the earth as a gift from God and spending time in nature is one of the ways I feel closest to God. I realized that I need nature to help maintain and find balance in my faith and in my life.

The second area that has developed and strengthened my faith has to do with the idea of God’s love. Working with the underprivileged children here has caused me to reflect on what I think love is and they have showed me the most extraordinary love that I have never experienced before. The children are teaching me more than I ever expected. The first day the all children were so excited and everyone wanted me to play games with them, to eat with them, talk with them, and to hug them. The second I got there they all loved me. They are so generous with their love. They melt my heart because they show me what love truly is and should be. They show me that no matter the living conditions or what is happening we can still love without question. They do not let their egos and judgments get in the way. I see God in these children because they have demonstrated the type of love that Jesus preached and showed and the type of love that I want to share with others.

Spending time with the other YAGM Argentina/Uruguay volunteers and Kate, our country coordinator, at our retreats has also fortified my faith because it has always been an open place for anyone to talk about anything. It has been great to see them all talk about faith and to see how our many differences and similarities come together to create a strong and supportive group with our faith as our stronghold. I have never really had many friends that enjoy talking about faith or who are Lutherans sharing the same faith. I have learned a lot from them all! I am becoming more confident and open when talking about my faith or faith in general. In the past it was something that I always sort of left unsaid but now I have the desire to discuss faith with others.

As far as roadblocks in my faith journey, I have experienced them in finding ways to share and talk about my faith with others. I want to share God’s love with others and I want them to know what God’s love means but when is the right time to talk about this? How do you approach the topic without the other person feeling evangelized or attacked? I now understand that sometimes God’s love can only be expressed and communicated through actions and by example.

Another faith blockade (and area of advancement at the same time) has been in understanding and accepting other people of the Christian community’s actions, opinions, and ideas. It has really become evident to me this year that not all Christians are similar and they do not all share the same opinions on faith and on world issues. I recognize that this diversity is something great…I mean who wants everyone to have the same ideas and opinions. That would be boring. But sometimes I feel like church politics, personal prejudices, un-openness to talk about faith, and close-mindedness get in the way of how God taught us to live. Sometimes our “humanness” prevents us from understanding God’s love and living in a community of love, compromise, and acceptance.

This year I have treaded down a path that broadened my views of the world and that made me more globally formed and globally informed. It also awakened a deep passion to fight social injustice that I didn’t know existed. One of the main issues that I have learned and been struggling with this year is how complex and arduous it is to change such long-standing problems such as poverty and inequality. Often I feel that there is not much I can do. What can I do without inadvertently harming the person I intend to help? What long-term solutions might there be for problems like poverty? These are just a few of the questions I have been asking myself this year.

While many of my questions remain unanswered, I have learned that the injustice these children face every day takes a lot of time and effort to heal. I struggle with the fact that change does not appear over night as I might wish it could. I cannot just swoop in and save the day for these children. There is not a lot I can “do” except “be” and “accompany” them. This has been difficult for me to accept because it seems absurd that anyone on this plentiful earth should be starving. But this absurdity also makes it even more important to fight to end social injustice. I tried to give them the only gifts I could, which were love and attention. I tried to let the children know every day in whatever way I could that they are special, unique and important. I learned how to “be” and accompany. Overall I attempted to make the children feel good about them selves in everything they did.

Finally, I have been on a personal journey this year and I have been getting to know myself better. I have been able to start to understand the type of person I am and the type of person I want to be. Reflecting on myself has helped me become stronger, more confident and ultimately, I think, a better person.

After the journey I have traveled this year I now realize that as I come to the end of one part of the journey I am beginning another part. In my end is my beginning. Maybe this is only a small part in my life’s journey but it has been one of the most significant in my life. Now I will carry everything I learned and saw onward and the experiences I have had here will inform the way I live my life from now on. I am lucky to have had the opportunity to share my experiences with you all this year and I look forward to continuing to transmit everything I have learned and seen when I am back home.

Quotes for thought:

Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.  Mark Twain

Travel is more than the seeing of sights; it is a change that goes on, deep and permanent, in the ideas of living. Miriam Beard

One’s destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things.  Henry Miller

Scripture for thought:

When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep you over. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned; the flames will not set you ablaze. Isaiah 43:2

Week 47: Final Volunteer Retreat in La Plata

Our YAGM group outside the science museum

This last week my fellow Argentina/Uruguay YAGM volunteers and I meet up in La Plata for our final YAGM retreat. La Plata is the capital of the Buenos Aires provience and is located about 45 min south of the city Buenos Aires. We stayed at a monastery where we had plenty of time to catch up with each other, share experiences, and discuss our feelings of leaving and heading back to the US.

One of the days we headed into La Plata and visited the largest natural history museum in Latin America. After our visit to the science museum we stopped by the Lutheran church where Emily (another volunteer) has been working and living. She lives behind the church in a connected student house run by the church. After spending time catching up with Pastor Andrea we held the Holden Evening Pray service in Spanish.


Erin and Kate outside of the science museum


Talking with Andrea (La Plata Lutheran pastor) in the church office while enjoying tea, coffee, and facturas (special Argentine pastries)


Holden Evening Prayer Service in La Plata 
 
The group of students living in the student housing and us enjoying empanadas for supper.

Art Devotional





Thursday, June 2, 2011

Week 42: Another Poem to Ponder


I guess I am just really into poetry lately! Here is another great poem that my country coordinator Kate shared with me.

When I Am Among the Trees


When I am among the trees,
especially the willows and the honey locust,
equally the beech, the oaks and the pines,
they give off such hints of gladness,
I would almost say that they save me, and daily.

I am so distant from the hope of myself,
in which I have goodness, and discernment,
and never hurry through the world
but walk slowly, and bow often.

Around me the trees stir in their leaves
and call out, "Stay awhile."
The light flows from their branches.

And they call again, "It's simple," they say,
"and you too have come
into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled
with light, and to shine."

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Week 42: A Poem to Ponder


“Keeping Quiet” by Pablo Neruda

Now we will count to twelve
and we will all keep still.

For once on the face of the earth,
let's not speak in any language;
let's stop for one second,
and not move our arms so much.

It would be an exotic moment
without rush, without engines;
we would all be together
in a sudden strangeness.

Fisherman in the cold sea
would not harm whales
and the man gathering salt
would look at his hurt hands.

Those who prepare green wars,
wars with gas, wars with fire,
victories with no survivors,
would put on clean clothes
and walk about with their brothers
in the shade, doing nothing.

What I want should not be confused
with total inactivity.
Life is what it is about;
I want no truck with death.

If we were not so single-minded
about keeping our lives moving,
and for once could do nothing,
perhaps a huge silence
might interrupt this sadness
of never understanding ourselves
and of threatening ourselves with death.
Perhaps the earth can teach us
as when everything seems dead
and later proves to be alive.

Now I'll count up to twelve
and you keep quiet and I will go.

—from Extravagaria (translated by Alastair Reid, pp. 27-29, 1974)