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One in One

One in One

What are the odds
that you’ll walk the Jesus Trail,
put your feet where His once tread,
gather the same dust upon your skin?

What are the odds
that there will be wildflowers,
blue skies full of birds,
And fields of wheat all along the way?

What are the odds
that your feet get sore,
that blisters will rise inside your shoes,
that your very bones will seem weary?

What are the odds
that a moving body
will mean a moving mind,
mulling over both the God
and your next meal in a seamless stream?

What are the odds
that a moving mind will turn
into a moving mouth,
the depth of conversation
pulling you up hills, over the rocks?

What are the oddsJesus trail 2015
that the trail will, at times,
seem endless and rough,
more a tiresome task
than beautiful privilege?

What are the odds
that it’s about way more
than four days of trekking,
and closer instead to a lifetime
of walking the trail with Jesus?

-Mariah Martin, sophomore


Jewish history and following Jesus’ story in the streets of Jerusalem

1. April

We arrived back from free travel and dove right back into the Old City of Jerusalem. We spent the week in a convent called Ecce Homo, which translates to “behold the man”. The arch that goes over the street adjacent to the convent has been suggested as the site where Pilate presented Jesus. The whole week has been focused on the Old City and how Judaism fits in there. We had lectures on Jewish history as well as 10 hours of Hebrew language.

Learning Hebrew proved to be quite the task, as our instructor informed us that she normally takes 50 hours to teach the letters completely. We only had 10 hours to learn the letters and some basic phrases. The pace of the class did not stop us from giving our best effort to learn. We ended up being able to sing some songs to help us remember how to say “good morning, evening and goodnight” and some traditional shabbat songs.

On Tuesday afternoon, we had the opportunity go investigate Yad Vashem, one of the official holocaust museums of Israel. Its name literally translates into hand and name. The hand (yad) has been used to refer to many monuments in the country. And name (shem) is used to remember all of the names of those who were killed in the Holocaust.

It was a very intense day to say the least. For me, it brought feelings of frustration with humanity, sadness, sympathy, and hope for something better. It was different to experience a Holocaust museum here than in Washington DC. The narrative was completely different. While it doesn’t justify a lot of the violence and injustice that we have seen or felt, it certainly brought an understanding to me at least for the aggressively-defensive position Israel appears to impress on the world stage.

Our last full day in Jerusalem was an independent study of the places where Jesus was on his last day before he was crucified. We visited the Upper Room, Peter in Gallicantu, the Garden of Gethsemane, the Garden Tomb, and the Via Dolorosa. Personally speaking, I felt like it was difficult to get into a reflective mentality due to the massive number of pilgrims that were visiting the sites. I appreciated the opportunity to go and visit them on our own rather than EMU going as one large group. I think that it took on a different feel to do it individually. As Americans, I believe that we approach the Bible and expand and fantasize the stories that we read. The city is so compact, the whole walk took only a few hours in the morning. The story follows a logical path from the wealthy district up on Mount Zion, where the last supper has historically been thought to have taken place, down the valley to the Garden of Gethsemane. Along the way is Peter in Gallicantu, where Peter denied Jesus three times. While many of the sites note that there is no concrete proof that the event happened at that exact place, the significance remains the same. For it is not what is, but that other people believe other people believe what it is, that matters. I imagined what the disciples must have felt that night. Down in the garden, the story says they fell asleep when Jesus went off to pray. Luke 22:45 “When he rose from prayer and went back to the disciples, he found them asleep, exhausted from sorrow.” If they were exhausted from sorrow at this point in the night, what must they have felt when they saw their Lord, their Teacher, up on the cross being crucified? It brought about a whole new collection of thoughts for me as I processed the death of Jesus from this place.

This week has been a nice disconnect from the Palestine-Israel conflict as far as the studies go, but the tension is always in the air. Our group continues to press on and dig into the hard questions. The continued support for the trip is appreciated as we find ourselves frustrated and confused at times. We also thank you for celebrating in the joys we see all around this beautiful country in the pictures we take.

-Derek Harnish, 3rd year


Free Travel Viajes

Belize

Traveling can be many things, all at the same time: stressful, exciting, intimidating, life-giving, etc. For me, this past week touched on all of these things and many more. Our group was one of three that chose Belize as our final destination, but first we had to accept the challenges of getting there. We started with an early morning bus to Puerto Barrios, on the coast of Guatemala. After a late arrival came a hurried trip to catch a not-so-official looking boat to Punta Gorda, Belize. Another late arrival, and we managed to catch the bus towards Hopkins. The journey ended successfully with a four mile, hitched ride into town, hunkered down in the bed of a pick-up truck. The cabana that awaited us was seafront and serene. Palm trees, hammocks, sea water and salty air welcomed us to heaven. Throughout the week we would spend a lot of time enjoying all of these things, but we’d also learn quickly about what makes Belize so unique.

Lesson #1: People in Belize will be friendly and kind to anyone. There is no need for American caution if you want to get the fullest experience from this amazing place.

Lesson #2: It’s really ok, even recommended, to buy fresh fish off of a wooden table in the sand next to your house. Cleaning seems optional. Cooking is definitely not.

Lesson #3: One person’s dog is everybody’s dog. You can pet them and play with them, just don’t feed them.

Lesson #4: The sun truly is stronger near the equator; there is no such thing as taking sunscreen too seriously. Also don’t ever put Vaseline on sunburn. Especially not for three days in a row. It keeps the heat in and makes it worse, not better.

Lesson #5: Local kids will play with complete strangers, and that is totally ok. Enjoy the time you have to spend with them, even if they don’t yet speak your language.

Lesson #6: No matter how hard you try, salamanders will get into your house. But remember, they’re just as afraid of you as you are of them.

Lesson #7: Time is only a number. Don’t try to get things done too quickly…unless it’s transportation. Then it’s important to be an hour early for everything.

Lesson #8: Fruit in the back of a pick-up truck is 100% ripe, 100% fresh, and 100% delicious.16776070207_dd85bf90be_k

Lesson #9: Snorkeling is worth every penny. With water, reefs, and marine life like Belize has, I could easily have spent every day in those islands.

Lesson #10: There are 21 styles of Garifuna drumming. They may all sound the same, but trust me- they’re not.

We had an incredible week on a perfect beach in a gorgeous country. The time to return to Guatemala came far too quickly, but with us we brought back photos, souvenirs, seashells, and suntanned skin. The bus and boat rides returning to the city weren’t filled with stress or anxiety this time; instead they were filled with memories and thankfulness that we were blessed to experience a week of fun and friendship in one of the most welcoming and beautiful places in the world.

-Kate Harrold

 

Lake Atitlan

Gabby, Allie, Kevin, and Bethannie (the last two being the lovely writers of this post), all traveled to Lake Atitlan for our week of free travel. Lake Atitlan is located in the western part of Guatemala and is surrounded by many pueblos, the two most notable being Panajachel and Santiago. Panajachel is known for its many artisan markets which are biggest and craziest on Sundays. We visited some of these markets during our last day of free travel, though mostly when in Pana we frequented the food markets which sold a wide variety of fruits and vegetables, as well as nuts, eggs, rice, beans, and hot chocolate. Lake Atitlan is also notable for its wind patterns. The lake is always calm in the mornings, with barely a ripple in the water, but almost like clockwork, every day at 11 a.m., the winds come in and the water gets dangerously rough, usually not calming down until late in the evening. One final cool thing about the lake is the presence of an organic coffee plantation, something that is not easily found in Guatemala.

One of the things we all most enjoyed during free travel was cooking our own meals. We rented out a house on the lake shore with a full kitchen, and spent many hours creating delicious dishes. Fried plantains were something I mastered, making them nearly every day for lunch. We also had pancakes with fresh fruit, honey, syrup, peanut butter, and granola available as toppings every morning. Frequenting the food markets in Pana was a nice way for us to keep the yummy fruits and vegetables coming.

We rented a beautiful house not even 30 feet from the lake. Within the same property were two or three other smaller houses, each being rented out to other people. The tenant of one of these houses turned out to be a great friend and a great source of information on all things camping and backpacking, as well as information regarding the best ways to travel around the lake and the right prices to pay for the lanchas (boats that transport passengers from pueblo to pueblo). We shared some great conversation, and he even came to see us off on our final day.

We took a day to explore the closest pueblos to our house. By way of hiking along a mountain ridge and taking lanchas from dock to dock, we passed through two of the pueblos that surround Lake Atitlan. Here we got to see a bit of the local culture as well as got to visit a wonderful restaurant in a more touristy area. Overall it was a great time, a fun adventure, and an interesting chance to see the different ways we were perceived depending on where we were. The generally friendly and inviting Guatemalan people tended to shift between two extremes – clearly wanting you to leave their tiny village, or super happy to see you (because tourists always have money).

Another place that we visited was a nature reserve just outside of Panajachel that included a butterfly sanctuary. This was something that was meaningful especially for me (Bethannie). For many years I’ve had a phobia of all bugs, but have been working to overcome this irrational fear. I wanted to go to the butterfly reserve in particular because I thought it was a good next step in dealing with this fear. I turned out to be right. With much controlled, deep breathing, I was able to walk through the sanctuary as butterflies flew around me on all sides. At one point, I even felt brave enough to reach out and touch one butterfly that was resting on a leaf, though it flew away at my touch. This experience taught me to appreciate the beauty of something I had once feared.

Something that I (Kevin) have learned in my time on the border and my time here in Guatemala is how easy it is to judge a culture by my own standards, and how important it is that I fight the impulse to do so. I believe that you can often see the truth of a situation in the play of the children of the situation. Although their village is tiny and many of the homes have dirt floors, the group of school children that ran past us were skipping and playing and yelling happily. We have very different lives but these children are clearly happy and theirs is a uniquely beautiful existence that does not deserve any judgments and assumptions that I might make.

The thing that I (Bethannie) most enjoyed about free travel was the time I had with my friends. I had many good conversations and felt very comforted and supported by the friends that were with me, one old friend and one new friend. I feel that through our time together at the lake, we have grown closer, and I know that the two of them have helped me and are helping me to become a stronger person.

-Bethannie Parks & Kevin Treichel

 

Alta Verapaz, Guatemala — The Trekking Travelers

On March 18th, 2015, Leona, Grantley, Isaac and I embarked on an adventure #likenoother. We had known early on that we wanted to do a rural hiking expedition, ending with a few days relaxing and exploring in the gorgeous Semuc Champey. We began by catching a bus to Coban, where we were graciously welcomed into the center of Rob and Tera Cahill. They were former MCC workers who helped run Bezaleel, a Q’eqchi Mennonite School near Chamelco, who have now started their own center for education of locals about the conservation of the cloud forests in the Alta Verapaz region. We got there just in time for a candlelit dinner of a traditional Mayan root (that was originally grown 4 generations ago but is now being revived at the farm). To top it off, we spoke in a medley of 3 different languages: Q’eqchi, Spanish, and English. Thursday, we explored massive caves on the Cahill’s property, swam through rivers in the caves in near darkness, and ate more delicious traditional food.

16776172037_f8e5e202e5_kFriday morning, we were dropped off at Chicacnab and there was a great deal of confusion regarding who our guide was. When we originally got off the bus, there was a man who said he was our guide, but then when our bus drove away, he said he would look for a guide. Eventually, it worked out and we began. After hiking for about half an hour, we stopped at a small house on top of the mountain, where we were offered breakfast by the family of our guide. They shared eggs and cocoa and we shared our cashews. We continued on, and soon met the jungle mud. We were slogging through foot-deep mud for around 2 hours; which was fun, but very unsteady because of our backpacks and the completely upward nature of the trails. We hiked about six hours that day before making it to Sesalche Uno around 2:30 p.m. The family we stayed with that night knew virtually no Spanish, only Q’eqchi, so communication was uncomfortable but fun when we finally were able to get points across to one another. Later that night, we were invited to another house to help prepare for the corn planting the next day. There were dried corn cobs on the floor with a blanket underneath and they taught us to pop the corn kernels off with our hands. Everyone was helping and we learned several new phrases in Q’eqchi that night.

Saturday morning we were up nice and early at 5 a.m. to begin day 2. Unfortunately, we kept being told that there was violence in the villages we had wanted to hike to and our guides expressly refused to take us there. We hiked then to Semesche, where we could catch a bus to Lanquin a day early. Our hike was grueling, hot, and hours uphill, but had a pleasant finish because it was market day! Since it was a very rural town, four gringos with backpacks taller than themselves with mud-stained pants were the talk of the town. When we set our packs down, we were immediately surrounded by children and several curious adults. It was fun to talk with some and learn about their lives. It was a relief to speak Spanish after being solely surrounded by Q’eqchi !  We took turns going into the market and got… a lot of fruit. Melons, oranges, unidentified fruits, and… 18 mangos! Yum! We caught a small bus to Carcha with the most jolly and happy group of Guatemaltecos we had met thus far. We were laughing and joking together the whole ride and it was simply wonderful. This was the Guatemala we had been yearning for.

After meandering around several towns and finding the correct buses to the right places, we arrived in Lanquin, only to find that our previously booked hostel was full until the next day. Instead, we made the happy mistake of staying one night at the same hostel as our two leaders, Krista and Maria! We enjoyed tubing down the river and a lovely dinner with friends. The morning was spent zip-lining through the gorgeous mountains before we made it to Semuc Champey. The next few days were full of swimming, relaxing, and killing scorpions and hairy spiders that were in our cabin. It was a lovely time spent with good friends, making connections with the locals, and enjoying beautiful scenery. We returned to the Cahill’s on Wednesday night to share stories and return equipment. Thursday morning we got back to the city with mixed emotions of wanting to know more of rural Guatemala and not feeling ready to return. Overall, this was a once-in-a-lifetime experience that has left me with a desire to know more of this world.

-Alicia Poplett


Our Top Ten from Hannaton Kibbutz Week

10. Energetic Bar mitzvah Children (around 11 p.m.) – Unfortunately, we were unable to share in the children’s excitement for this new phase of life, due to preparing for our presentations and getting some sleep. 
9. Druze Meal – We shared a delicious meal followed by a short lecture about Druze’s history.
8. Search and Rescue Guy – A much appreciated, yet rare voice concerning the Israeli army’s rescue program. 
7. SNACKS ON THE BUS – Enough said.
6. Learning about Israeli Politics – We were able to be in Israel during a very rare, but exciting time. We learned about various political parties and got to see the election unfold first hand, while understanding its implications.
5. Mifgash with Soldiers – Soldiers our age spoke with us about their required national service.
4. Podcast – Tune in to Oranim College radio station to hear another annual podcast on our experience in Israel!
3. Akko – Another breathtaking view of the Mediterranean… and even a quick dip! Also, shout out to Lauren Sauder for having a timely birthday, giving us a baklava treat!
2. Talking with parents of Bat-Chen – A powerful presentation by parents who devote their lives to the path of peace, despite having lost their daughter in an attack.
1. Helen Goldstein – Without potentially spoiling anything for groups to come, this performance was a display of complexity and comedy, all the while touching every person in the group in a new, powerful way.

-Lexi Link and Erin Nafziger


As we say goodbye to Jerusalem

16678513300_732ebfc2ce_kWe arrived back from free travel and dove right back into the Old City of Jerusalem. We spent the week in a convent called Ecce Homo, which translates to “behold the man”. The arch that goes over the street adjacent to the convent has been suggested as the site where Pilate presented Jesus. The whole week has been focused on the Old City and how Judaism fits in there. We had lectures on Jewish history as well as 10 hours of Hebrew language.

Learning Hebrew proved to be quite the task, as our instructor informed us that she normally takes 50 hours to teach the letters completely. We only had 10 hours to learn the letters and some basic phrases. The pace of the class did not stop us from giving our best effort to learn. We ended up being able to sing some songs to help us remember how to say “good morning, evening and goodnight” and some traditional shabbat songs.

On Tuesday afternoon, we had the opportunity go investigate Yad Vashem, one of the official holocaust museums of Israel. Its name literally translates into hand and name. The hand (yad) has been used to refer to many monuments in the country. And name (shem) is used to remember all of the names of those who were killed in the Holocaust.

It was a very intense day to say the least. For me, it brought feelings of frustration with humanity, sadness, sympathy, and hope for something better. It was different to experience a Holocaust museum here than in Washington DC. The narrative was completely different. While it doesn’t justify a lot of the violence and injustice that we have seen or felt, it certainly brought an understanding to me at least for the aggressively-defensive position Israel appears to impress on the world stage.

Our last full day in Jerusalem was an independent study of the places where Jesus was on his last day before he was crucified. We visited the Upper Room, Peter in Gallicantu, the Garden of Gethsemane, the Garden Tomb, and the Via Dolorosa. Personally speaking, I felt like it was difficult to get into a reflective mentality due to the massive number of pilgrims that were visiting the sites. I appreciated the opportunity to go and visit them on our own rather than EMU going as one large group. I think that it took on a different feel to do it individually. As Americans, I believe that we approach the Bible and expand and fantasize the stories that we read. The city is so compact, the whole walk took only a few hours in the morning. The story follows a logical path from the wealthy district up on Mount Zion, where the last supper has historically been thought to have taken place, down the valley to the Garden of Gethsemane. Along the way is Peter in Gallicantu, where Peter denied Jesus three times. While many of the sites note that there is no concrete proof that the event happened at that exact place, the significance remains the same. For it is not what is, but that other people believe other people believe what it is, that matters. I imagined what the disciples must have felt that night. Down in the garden, the story says they fell asleep when Jesus went off to pray. Luke 22:45 “When he rose from prayer and went back to the disciples, he found them asleep, exhausted from sorrow.” If they were exhausted from sorrow at this point in the night, what must they have felt when they saw their Lord, their Teacher, up on the cross being crucified? It brought about a whole new collection of thoughts for me as I processed the death of Jesus from this place.

This week has been a nice disconnect from the Palestine-Israel conflict as far as the studies go, but the tension is always in the air. Our group continues to press on and dig into the hard questions. The continued support for the trip is appreciated as we find ourselves frustrated and confused at times. We also thank you for celebrating in the joys we see all around this beautiful country in the pictures we take.

-Derek Harnish, 3rd year

3/15/15
Warning – this post contains intensely nostalgic writing.

How can we leave this place just as it was starting to feel like home? People always say that you never have the right amount of time in a place – it’s either too much or too little – but I could’ve spent another two weeks exploring the beautiful streets of Old City Jerusalem. Why will I miss it so much? For a whole week, the Temple Mount was my front yard. The Western Wall was within walking distance. The best falafel in town, a five minute walk down the street. Every day I crossed paths with hundreds of pilgrims, Muslims, Jews, and tourists. In fact, it’s the people that I might miss the most.

16245963563_6c61fe6f7a_kThe city is vibrant in ways that transcend postcards or pictures, because it is composed of real people living real lives. Visiting holy sites is significant and important, but you have to pay the price of commercialization. You have to wait for hours in lines and navigate huge masses of people to touch the stone where they think maybe Jesus’ tomb might have been. You pay entrance fees and try to get a picture of the church without a dozen strangers being in the frame. Forget trying to focus or meditate in any of the sites, because all of the tour guides will be fighting to be heard in the pandemonium. No, give me the quiet side streets that no one knows about. Let me wander through markets and squares with no agenda or destination. Allow me to explore, and I will gain insight into more than that which affirms my traditions.

Given the chance, I just might come away loving the people more than the place. I will always treasure the opportunity to read the Bible in the land where it all happened, but it’s the people who make it all real. They are the lifeblood of this vibrant city and the witness – silent and not-so-silent – to everything that has ever happened. The story of Jerusalem truly lies with the people, and I am forever grateful for just the slightest glimpse into the encyclopedia that is the Old City.

-Lauren Sauder, Junior

 


Learning from Geography

February 20, 2015

We’re in Jerusalem at last! The center and capital of Israel. A city that was fought over, over 2000 years ago and is still being fought over today. A walled stone city and a modern sprawling metropolis all in one. It is truly something you have to see for yourself to understand. Nonetheless, I will try to give you a small glimpse into our world as of late (since providing everyone who reads this blog a ticket to Israel would probably cost too much…)

While in Jerusalem we are staying and studying at Jerusalem University College. JUC is a small university (we’re talking 50 people max on campus) that offers a place for undergraduates to study abroad for a semester in Israel, or students to complete a master’s degree in Biblical Geography, Hebrew, or Current Affairs. We are taking a 2-week intensive Biblical Geography course. Many days we spend out in the field, leaving at 7a.m. and not returning until dinner. I should perhaps be more specific about what I mean when I say, “in the field.” Through this course we have the opportunity to travel all 16804993415_9ce706a072_kover Israel; we have “field days” in Jerusalem but also down to the Negev, out to the coast, and up to the Jezreel Valley, Galilee, and the Golan Heights, where we are learning about the events that happened in the location while we are at the location. The days we are not in the field we spend in the classroom, listening to lectures on topics we will be exploring in more depth in the field later.

It is exhausting. We’re traveling all the time. We are being thrown so much new information. But it is also so cool!

This course adds an entirely new perspective to my view of the Bible. It also adds to my general knowledge of things that I never knew I wanted to know. For example, we’ve learned about the three main types of limestone found in the Holy Land “and why it matters.” We have learned what a “tel” is, have stood on top of one too many, and if you ask us about it we’ll be happy to “tell” you all about them. We’ve had fun as well, doing things like swimming (or rather floating) in the Dead Sea, sitting on top of Mt. Carmel, singing on the banks of the Jordan River, standing on top of an extinct volcano looking out over Syria, and playing in the snow in the old city of Jerusalem.

We take buses to most of our destinations so we have ample time to think about what we have been seeing. Here are three things that have struck me especially this past week or so.
1) Israel is so small! Everything is so much closer together than I imagined it growing up. For example, you can walk from Jericho to Jerusalem in one day. You can also drive from Jerusalem to Nazareth in about 2 hours.
2) Israel is an extremely diverse country climate wise. If you wanted to, you could drive from the barren desert to rolling hills, harsh wilderness, wide valleys, flat farmland, Mediterranean coast, and humid forest all in one day.
3) My knowledge of the Old Testament is getting some serious refreshing and upgrading. It has been fun to relearn some of these stories from a new, and more physically and historically accurate, perspective.

– Sarah Sutter, third-year


 

“Context is everything,” the saying goes. And if our place of origin, 16705854342_5f2f846995_kour home, helps define us- then the context of that home is so much more than everything, isn’t it? Visiting the old city in Jerusalem today, it became so clear how the natural space we were in defined the physical place we were visiting. Simply put, it created the physical place we were in. Civilization upon civilization created the hills, just as much as the hills created the civilizations.

When I first heard we would walk across the Hinnom Valley, I imagined a day-long trek. But a quick trot up some stairs took us in and out of the valley, to view JUC from across that space. Building on top of, and around, previous cultures created a chaotic harmony of completely unique Jerusalem culture. Viewing that culture from the rooftop today was strange. Bizarre, even. Ruins melted into new construction. Local children dodged crowds of elderly tourists. Israeli soldiers fit into the spaces between Mennonite students.

Jerusalem – a culture all its own.

It definitely made me look with new perspective at where I come from- my location, my home base, my culture and context. In Oregon the sunlight seeps up from the ground, so I highly value the warm light of grass and moss. A horizon line of mountains means I need- yearn- for that feeling of being nestled within the slope of the land. Today I learned how the Holy Land has created Jerusalem- and how Oregon has created me.

– Bethany Chupp, sophomore


Pig Brains & Fried Plantains

11 March 2015

Pig Brains & Fried Plantains

1//

Roaming through the crypts, so ominous, so overbearing, we are greeted by the thickening of the dead. Trees tower above, providing shelter from the sun. Their leaves cast soft patterns against the crypts. I smell something fragrant. Broken glass from a crypt reveals the scent: bouquets of beauty reek of life. I see crows overhead…

We move past the brush into a clearing. Colorful scraps, broken glass, tattered cloth – really anything you could imagine – blankets the ground below. The crows loom greedily above and an overpowering scent fills my lungs – I try not to gag. Figures scurry among the sea of trash, searching for food or anything of value, while others are simply there to make a living. A little home is nestled among the scraps, secluded form the chaos, yet still so dependent…

How can something that resembles such death smell so fragrant? And how can something that gives and provides such life smell of death?

2//

Clusters of brightly colored flowers are neatly parted to reveal a cobble stone path towards the door of the church. The church stands tall and white, while hundreds of us walk through its threshold, the sanctuary opening up before us. Wooden trellises and benches, candles, altars, and images of Jesus: some of these things I find foreign, others beautifully familiar. A few of us crowd onto a bench near the front. I am chilled by the cold air, but curious. A woman in front of me covers her head with a piece of brightly colored cloth. Urgent whispers of petition and reverence and gratitude come from behind. A man places burning candles in specific patterns with care. Many rituals, many minds, one purpose.

3//

Fresh mangos and rooftop porches.

Stacks of colored houses surround the alleyway.

Opened window panes,

Breezes dance with curtains.

A church bell rings in the distance.

My father comes home from work, bringing stacks of warmed tortillas;

Mama turns up the radio.

I step outside to see the sunset.

Stained-glass colors fill the sky.

Children dart around corners, mothers hush their little ones.

My brother emerges from around the corner.

He hurries up the steps, laughing, chatting excitedly on the phone.

He offers me a wide smile and a quick16837432101_0599e88d82_k kiss on the cheek before stepping inside.

I take a deep breath and smile.

My Guatemalan home.

-Rebekah Hertzler

 


Today, I’m thankful for a healthy mind, the ability to learn, and the privilege of studying and living abroad. As a group, we keep having these moments; moments where we once again recognize that we are on cross-cultural. It sounds cliché, but each time it seems just as incredible and impossible as the last time. This past weekend, we certainly experienced those moments.

On Friday after a short morning of Spanish classes we loaded up the bus and traveled to Lake Atitlan, Guatemala. After slowly swerving through the bumpy roads and a minor accelerator mishap, we arrived in Santiago. We checked in at Posada Santiago, and all eagerly went exploring the new area. The hotel overlooked the beautiful lake, surrounded by volcanoes and low clouds. We walked into town, and there were countless comments made about wanting to live there. The town is quaint and quiet; the people are friendly and sincere. Somehow a few of us ended up walking through some small alleys and dirt paths, and we eventually found ourselves on a dock over the lake, with wooden canoes lining the shore. Behind the canoes were “fields,” little gardens/farms, beautiful in the remote area. We walked a ways and encountered three gentlemen who told us they live and work there in the fields and fish on the lake. It was not a super important conversation or about anything in particular, but striking up a conversation in Spanish with people from the town was awesome. It feels great to be able to use our Spanish conversationally.

In the morning, we visited ANADESA, a community development association and co-op run with aid from MCC. This co-op began after Hurricane Stan in 2005. ANADESA provides a space for women to come together for support, and also to learn and improve skills to better their community. There are also language classes and programs for children. There was a lot of devastation in this area, but there is also a lot of hope and courage in the people there.

16631149377_d9210811bc_kWe took a ferry across the lake to San Juan La Laguna and toured an organic coffee plantation, Cooperative La Voz. It was great to see how such a huge commodity goes through the process of ending up as a warm beverage in my mug. We took the ferry again to Panajachel where we spent the night. Dinner along the lake with the sun setting was gorgeous and the time together was appreciated, as always. There are many street vendors in Panajachel and many of us made use of that and made purchases for ourselves and those back home. My favorite part of bargaining is when I’m able to actually talk with the vendors and maybe learn a thing or two about them. This trip has taught me a lot about the importance of human relationships and how life-giving they can be.

We returned to our homes on Sunday evening, exhausted from a full weekend of learning, and most importantly, building relationships. Homework of course waited until Sunday night, but in my opinion, taking the time to get to know those I’m traveling with better is always worth a little less sleep. We do not have much longer with our host families, so we’re trying to soak in as much as we can about our environments and really be present during our time here. Personally, it will be difficult to say good-bye to my family, and most of the group is experiencing those sentiments as well. We are studying in Guatemala City for only one more week, and by next Thursday, we will all head our separate ways for a week of free travel. I feel I have learned a ton of Spanish, more than I imagined I could in this time, but my mind is also ready for a break and a time of relaxation. We are all looking forward to what the rest of the trip has to offer.

-Karisa Martin

 


Sun, Stars, Beauty and Silence in Petén

2 March 2015
This past week, most of the group’s attention was on our Thursday midterm exams. Everyone was very relieved when they were over. We also had a birthday to celebrate, which helped lift moods. The leaders even got a piñata, pizza and cake. Everyone spent the night at CASAS because we were leaving early the next morning. Though celebrations are fun, most were happy they had gone to bed early when we left at 4:30 a.m. for Tikal.

The Tikal weekend was a major highlight of the trip for many of the students. We flew in a small plane into Flores. Flores is a city in Petén, a densely forested, hot and humid region of northern Guatemala that takes up about one third of the country. As soon as we landed we got on a bus that drove us to Tikal. The ancient city of Tikal once housed Mayan royalty and many travelers from all reaches of Central America. Now it is a park where people can come to see and learn about the ancient ruins. One of the most famous ruins, seen behind the group, is called the Jaguar Temple because there was a statue of a jaguar at the top. Unfortunately we did not get to climb it, but we did climb all the other ones that we were permitted to.

Seeing and climbing the ruins of Tikal was a lot of fun, but after 4 or 5 hours running around in the sun learning about Mayan history, everyone was tired and ready to relax at our hotel. We were surprised by the beauty and comfort of our hotel where we would be staying for the next two and a half days. The Gringo Perdido (which translates to “lost foreigner”) is a gorgeous and simple hotel next to a lake. It has a variety of rooming options that felt like they were outside. There was delicious food, beautiful docks, and lots of hammocks to relax in. A favorite activity for many of us was to spend evenings on a roof star gazing. We saw countless shooting stars and could even see the Milky Way. The weekend was full of relaxation, beautiful sun rises, swimming in the lake, and good conversation. There was a town near the hotel and on Saturday and Sunday everyone took a break from swimming to walk half an hour into town to eat lunch.
Though it was very relaxing weekend, the group also found lots of fun things to do. Some found a rope swing over the lake and played on that for about an hour. A Guatemalan family stopped their car and watched, one girl even joined. Some people went on hikes through a protected forest to a beautiful lookout and others took horseback rides through mountains and the country side. The hotel’s kayak had a waiting list almost all weekend and barely spent any time on dry land. But the most exciting moment happened on Saturday morning during breakfast, courtesy of Kevin Treichel. We were asked to stop eating, come outside and stand on one of the docks. Most of us were pretty confused. But when we saw Kevin standing on the other dock and Bethannie Parks walking out to him, it became pretty evident what we were witnessing. After a few words and an awkward wave to us from Bethannie, Kevin got down on one knee and proposed. Many of us had tears in our eyes and felt lucky to have been a part of such a special moment in their lives. Kevin said he wanted the group involved because he had grown close to us and said we were important enough to him he wanted us there.

After that the weekend couldn’t really go wrong. The worst part of it was leaving to go back to classes. I can personally say that the weekend in Tikal was one of the best weekends of my life.
-Isaac Schertz

This week marks the start of the second term of classes here in CASAS. It’s hard to believe that we are already halfway through this semester. It seems like we have been through a lot since we left, but at the same time it feels like our trip is zipping by. As I reflect on the past few weeks, I notice a multitude of wonderful, one-of-a-kind experiences that are shaping me, and will help guide my future. Some are easily described and some are not. Over the weekend, we spent time away from the city in order to have some relaxation and rest. A group of friends and I decided to wake up before the sun and climb a nearby mountain to get a cool view of the sunrise over the lake where we were staying. The next morning, we hiked through the Guatemalan jungle for 45 minutes, and arrived at the mirador (viewpoint) while it was still dark. As the sky began to get lighter, Kevin suggested that we take five or ten minutes to watch in silence. For the next 30 minutes we watched the sunrise and listened to the birds and the howler monkeys without saying a word. It was one of the most beautiful things I have witnessed. The colors of the mountains, lake, and sky grew and blended as the sun changed position. It is hard to explain what made it so wonderful. Our silence created an atmosphere that was even more indescribable. It was definitely a one of a kind moment; something that I cannot easily share with anyone but the people who were there.

Cross-cultural has given me a lot to bring back and share with my community in the states. This includes knowledge about culture and customs, information about social justice problems and new ways the church can care for the poor. Some things I have received will be harder to share. I pray that as my life is enriched by moments like the one on the mountain, I will continue to carry a sensitivity for those with different experiences.

-Grantley Showalter


A Powerful Complexity

17 February 2015

From the images of the suffering Christ visible on the walls of ancient cathedrals, to the presence of wooden crosses hanging above front doors, it is evident that religion is a large part of culture here in Guatemala. This past week, the visits and discussions have centered around religious expression present throughout the country. On Tuesday, Fabian Cabezos, a Bible professor here at Semilla, spoke about the Neo-Pentecostal movement in Guatemala and discussed the main characteristics that differentiate Neo-Pentecostal churches from others, specifically Pentecostal churches. Later in the week, we had the opportunity to visit a well-known mega church, Casa de Dios. We received a tour of the facilities and learned that it houses around 12,000 people, with 2 services every Sunday. On Friday, Rafael Escobar, dean of the seminary at Semilla, discussed the history of Mennonites in Guatemala. The presentation was intriguing, as many of us learned that the church was founded on Dispensationalism and some Mennonite churches continue to practice it today. The majority of the group attended the morning service at Casa de Dios, along with thousands of others. Several students also attended Casa Horeb, a small Mennonite church in the city. This past week was full of new information and experiences that will hopefully continue to help us gain a better understanding of the lives of those around us.
-Molly White & Kenzie Lapp

To have an opinion about a church is not an easy thing to do, especially when it is a church as big as Casa de Dios. The church is huge. While the designer said it was made to feel small, I wonder if her definition of small and mine are different. Sunday’s service was an interesting experience. The music reminded me of a Christian rock concert I went to once. It was a fun mix of fast and slow songs. The pastor’s wife also led a prayer and told us about providing for the church through the message of a passage in I Timothy.
The main focus of the service was a comical version of Romeo and Juliet or in Spanish Romeo y Julieta. It was really funny, at least the parts that I understood. I am not sure what Romeo and Juliet has to do with God but it was a well-executed performance.
Compared to the other two churches I have been to here, it has its’ own unique style. It is almost nothing like the Catholic Church, with the Mayan flavoring, we went to in ChiChi. While that one seemed very solemn and ritual based, this one was upbeat and lively. The music was similar to the Pentecostal church my host family goes to. There also seemed to be a sense of emotional release shared between the two. However, neither of the others would have performed a comical Romeo and Juilet for the main part of the service.
In total I feel like there must be something people like about this church and God must be present somehow. Personally I don’t feel like I would get much out of such a large church. To me church is about community as much as it is about God. I just don’t see how community is possible in a church that large.
–Molly White

“We evolve into the images we carry in our minds. We become what we see.” -Henri Nouwen

My time here in Guatemala has been filled with sights & sounds that have provoked countless questions and exposed me to ways of life previously unimagined. From the abundance of candles and the aroma of burning incense at mass in Chichicastenango, to the flashing lights accompanied by bass guitars resounding in the auditorium of Casa de Dios, contrast has been an ever-present theme pressing on my mind. I find it difficult to refrain from comparing what I am experiencing to the images I carry in my mind of life in the U.S. An even greater challenge has been trying to consciously push thoughts of “Well, in the U.S…” aside while trying to fully experience things as they are. Images I carry in my mind, as well as numerous advertisements lining the busy streets of Guatemala referencing Western lifestyles, are constant reminders of the unfamiliarity I am experiencing, as well as the familiarity I long for. By resisting the natural urge to categorize and compare solely based on previous knowledge, it is my hope that I will be able to fully experience Guatemala with an open mind and a willingness to learn.
While this would be the ideal way in which I would continue my time here in Guatemala, I realize that the images I carry in my mind are there to stay. I have come to understand that talking with others about contrasting ways of life is a healthy part of processing my experiences in Guatemala. At first, I wanted to build off of a blank slate, but I quickly discovered this was an unattainable feat.
Synthesizing is defined as combining many things to create something more complex, and this process has been important for me to keep in mind. Instead of desperately searching for familiarity and simplicity, I am slowly learning that it is through attempting & encouraging, asking & observing, and finally, listening & receiving that I am able to combine my own images with those around me to create a powerful complexity that remains open to exploration.
-Kenzie Lapp


Learning to Receive

11 February 2015

After another week in Guatemala, we are all adjusting more to Spanish classes, host families, and the culture here, and it seems our bodies are finally adjusting more to the food – praise the Lord. One of the many great aspects of this trip is the opportunity to spend 2 months becoming part of a family and a culture. While each of our host family experiences is very different, I’ll give a little glimpse into mine so far. Upon first arriving with my new family to my new home, I stepped into a house full of people and about fifteen 9 year old girls running around. Little did I know when I had to leave CASAS early because my family was in a hurry that this was what I was about to come home to. I said a quick prayer asking for strength and jumped on in.

Leona with Familia PolancoAs soon as my luggage was in the house, my little sister, Dina, grabbed my hand and pulled me into a circle of girls. I was seated on a stool in the middle, handed a microphone, and began singing karaoke to “Let it Go” from Frozen, while my mom pulled out the iPad to record. I jumped right in, that’s for sure. The rest of the evening was spent running around learning games of tag and hide-and-seek with the kids, and then of course, learning the proper Guatemalan way to give a kiss on the cheek while saying goodbye to every single family member as they left after the party. All of this while trying to use my very broken and slightly flustered Spanish.

My first night with my host family was definitely overwhelming, but looking back, it was so much fun, and I feel so blessed to immediately have been accepted into such a welcoming and loving family. I have two wonderful parents, and in addition to Dina, I have a 4 year old brother, Sebastian. The craziness of that first night was a pretty good representation of life with my host family. Multiple mornings have begun with my siblings jumping on my bed around 5:00 or 6:00 a.m., and many nights have ended after playing soccer, Uno, Just Dance, FIFA, or being at my grandparent’s house late. It’s definitely high energy, but I am loving my time learning more about my family and also about myself. After a fun weekend in Chichi, I was surprised by how excited I was to see my family again and the comfortableness that set in again upon returning home.

From our time in Chichicastenango, our visit to the Widows’ Co-op has stayed on my mind. One of the women shared with us about what they have been through in the past 30 years or so. In the 1980s, Guatemalan military soldiers came to the highlands looking for other soldiers. When they weren’t found, the soldiers began killing the innocent people of the towns, and the people didn’t even understand why. Many fled to the woods, but the men, women, and children found in their homes were killed. 16334418228_f5f67d74af_zFor not agreeing to join the civil patrol organized by the military, this woman’s husband was tortured and killed. Along with others, she fled to the capital and lived there awhile until it was safer. Upon returning after all the violence, there were 85 women who were widowed and left with no money or food for their children. The Widows’ Co-op has helped them to be able to use their weaving skills and sell what they make for profit. It was hard to hear of the violence, tragedy, and hardship they have been through, and I’m still frustrated at the injustice and trying to process what we heard. However, it is encouraging to hear how strong these women have been and how they turned their situation into one of hope. The pride in their smiles and faces as we talked with them and as they showed us their beautiful handiwork is not something I will easily forget.

-Leona Good

We’re reading from a book by Henri Nouwen, a Dutch priest who lived in Latin America for a time, who  wrote:  “At this moment I cannot think of myself as someone who has anything to offer – I feel like someone surrounded by experts – but I am willing to live with the supposition that he who truly receives also gives.”  That quote perfectly sums up how I feel.  I’ve been at war with myself this whole cross-cultural.  It’s a battle between giving of myself or receiving from others.  Giving my advice, comfort, perspective, etc. … or simply receiving their stories, food, culture, their way of life.  I want to give; I want to be a blessing.  Never in my life have these two things been impossible.  But now I am in a childlike stage where I am continually learning, needing guidance and help, and unable to communicate with ease.  I’m beginning to realize that maybe this isn’t a bad place to be though.  I’m realizing that being present, curious, and willing to try the unknown is enough of a gift – and not usually an easy one to give.

-Maddie Gish