Saturday, April 27, 2013

25.4.13



                    Today, we had two classes in the morning about how to remain in Christ and in His call for your life- the main theme being decide to follow Him no matter the cost, decide to pursue His calling for your life no matter what, be always willing to respond immediately and positively. If you think it’s from God, act on it- better than taking a thousand detours along the way. Just make sure that in the end, it is He who attains the glory.
                        After lunch, we had a “surprise” from 3-6 (this is what literally it said on the schedule) and we were all somewhat nervous. Fabian took us on the mini downtown, telling us we were going to Puebla. When we were close to parking, he told us we’d be giving mini-sermons/talks/whatever-you-want-to-call-it, in the centro. He said “okay Angie you’re first, then Keti, then Manuel. I hope you guys have something planned.” As always, I felt a wave of sheer panic roll over me, but it eventually ebbed away as I thought of the verses “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me” and that “it was not my elocuence or fancy words that moved your hearts, but rather the working of the Spirit, to show you it is not human intelligence that changes lives but the glory of God.” I was trusting that even if I screwed up, God would work in the hearts of those who needed to hear it. So I put a couple notes on my ipod to use, planning to speak about an older topic I’d written about, Repentance and Forgiveness. We parked and started to head downtown. I was feeling better about my speaking, running over in my head what I wanted to say. Well when we hit downtown, we started scoping places to stand up in to talk, when Fabian said
Fabian: “so you all know that this is a time of surprise, and the surprise is that- surprise!, you’re not going to talk. You’re actually here to kill time and adventure until 5:20.”
Me: “DANGIT FABIAN!”
Angie: *immediately runs toward Fabian to hit him* “Mugroso! Why’d you trick us like that!”
Me: “DANGIT FABIAN!” *moves towards him to smack him but Lalo stops me*
Fabian: *laughing hard at all our reactions* “see you in a couple hours!”
So me, Angie, + Manuel searched out internet and basically blew time on that until time was up, eating French fries in between, and accepting free pens from people in the park.
The bus ride there and back was fun as well. The boys are constantly ragging on us and making fun of us, which usually is funny as long as it doesn’t go too far.
Oh! And we practiced our drama for our missions trip to Oaxaca in a couple weeks, which deals with domestic violence, drugs, prostitution, and losing hope. It’s pretty neat. It was fun practicing that, even though it’s actually kind of distressing to watch. I’m looking forward to what God is going to do in that week. 

22.4.13



Today has been draining, on all sides. This morning we had an extreme physical challenge, which involving pure biking. I thought, ‘hey, no big deal, I love to bike, I’m a boss at it.’ Remember how I’ve mostly only biked on legit paved roads? Yeah, me too, after I spent three hours biking in practical sand, filled with frequent rocks, garbage, and constant ups and downs. Yeep. When we finished, I was teetering on the edge of not being able to pedal a circle farther. But it ended with two cups of delicious ice cream from a roadside stand, which of course made all the difference in the world ;).
At 5, we had our weekly hour-evangelism-outing, in which we left for the nearby university. We had trouble getting in, but then we did, and the guards inside seemed like they were threatening to kick us out (even though they didn’t wind up doing anything) so me + Andi left to find people outside at the bus stop. After approaching two different groups of people, it was apparent our methods were completely awful, as Andi was running after them, starting conversation with “are you leaving to go to your house?” We shared a laugh after this because it was clear we looked like crazy people. Whoops. Change of plans, we sat on the curb, praying for God to bring someone to us, and then praying for the guard at the front gate we’d talked to earlier. After awhile, I went up to him and shared a word I had felt I’d received for him, and the three of us continued to talk about the university and what we were studying and normal things. Then the hour ended and we returned back to EV, and I found out I have to translate my five-page paper into Spanish (which I originally wrote in English, because it was on my call in life, and when it’s something of gravity, better to express myself in my first language).
Right now, I am feeling emotionally drained. I feel like I am not completing my responsibilities to the best of my ability, and am getting caught up in the things I need to do and forgetting to include God in them. I just feel like a failure tonight, like I can’t do much right. Then I read a verse in Acts that says “..if this is merely human, it will fall apart; but if it is of God, there is nothing you can do about it- and you better not be found fighting against God!” basically realizing that on my own, I am nothing and can do nothing, but if I have God behind me, if He is propelling me, that is another thing entirely.

evangelism outing


The other Saturday (April 13 I believe), we had an extreme faith challenge. We broke up into groups, and Esmi + Manuel were in mine. The three of us headed out with a list of insane ideas given to us by Josh. Some of them were: preach four times on public transport; ask God for a phone number and then call that number and pray for the person/minister to them; ask God for a name and then find that person and pray for them; invite someone out to lunch and use that time to minister to them; buy five red balloons, write encouraging notes on them and then give them to people from other countries; perform a drama or sketch in a public place; and various others. This immediately incited fear in me, especially the phone one, haha, because I dislike phone calls with strangers, especially in a language I’m learning. We didn’t wind up having time/money to do that one (call me a wimp if you like, haha), but we still had an amazing couple of hours.
The public transport we preached 3 times on were nothing more than a large van (literally, a mini bus), which was really neat because people can listen better and it’s a lot more intimate and personal. Manuel started out by sharing his testimony, how he had suffered in his teens from schizophrenia and God had healed him completely from it; Esmi continued by sharing the hope and change that God brings into your life and how through the sacrifice of Christ we have this opportunity; and I followed up by saying that if people wanted this change, this 360 degree turn, to repeat after me in prayer to accept Christ into their heart. It was neat because one of the ladies that talked to us afterward lives in the apartments close to the orphanage, so she knew of us and the people that work here at EV. The second time we preached, a boy of 17, Ricardo, asked if he could tag along with us for the day. We said absolutely ! So he came with us on our adventure, and had a lot of things in common with Manuel, studying piano and whatnot.
Buying and writing on the red balloons took a lot longer than we intended, but after we were finished, we headed to the central to hand them out. A lot of the foreigners spoke English (being from Europe), but also a lot of them thought we were trying to sell the balloons, or didn’t really want anything to do with a Bible verse on a balloon. The last balloon we gave to an old woman in a wheelchair, accompanied by her two daughters. We talked to them and prayed for their mother, and me and Esmi both saw white lights and felt the word “peace” on our hearts, which we shared with them. It was really neat. Then we went off to buy ice cream for a public worker who was sweeping, who accepted it gratefully. We were standing on the corner, looking at an article on a magazine, when a different older man stopped to talk to us for ten minutes, out of the blue. So we conversed with him, about news and the world and whatnot, and a minute after he left, God brought another lady to us, asking for a few pesos. We gave her some money, and then asked if we could pray for her, and she said yes, so we did.
The next thing on our list was to present a sketch, so me + Manuel stood up on a bench in a corner of the central, and gave a shorter presentation of a video we’d seen in Evangelism class. It essentially is where you are holding a journal, talking about all the good and bad in your life, how everything you’ve done is written in this journal, how one day we are going to be judged for what’s in our journal, and what’s in your journal?, and how when we receive Christ he erases all the bad, it doesn’t matter to Him, and He gives us a journal with clean white pages. Manuel led and I translated (because there’s a lot of tourists downtown), and afterward we talked to a lady who’d been listening and had received Christ, and a young girl came up and told us she wanted to evangelize through dramas and we shared with her what we’d been studying.
After this, we had pretty much run out of time, so we headed back to catch another combi (the mini bus), and spoke one more time on that. Ricardo left then, just as mysteriously as he’d arrived, and we were sitting next to a mother and I made her baby smile :) aww. When we got back, we shared stories between us all, and it was neat to see how God had moved that day, brought us people out of nowhere, that we weren’t even looking for, to minister to. 

homework for week 10- my call.


Mi Llamado
            The honest truth is that the question “for what purpose have I been created?” has been the question that has troubled me the most. Oftentimes I find myself swimming from interim to interim, always lost in what’s coming next, forgetting to take advantage of the now that God has given me. But something that helps connect the interims is the underlying purpose of them, the main vein stringing these intervals together. I know that I enjoy immensely spending time in community with others, especially other Christians, creating homes and magical experiences in each of these communities- discovering new sides of God, new aspects of His personality. I believe I am created to help foster community; to search out solutions and remedies for others, with the main remedy being Christ; to administer His love and His fruits in the lives of others; and over everything else, to show others why Christ is the One and Only. This is why I have been made. I want to do this through writing, through speaking, through leading small groups [of women or young people], through adventuring. A beautiful dream that has always persisted in the back of my mind is that someday it would be lovely to open the future house that I live in to others in need- whether it be to just eat a meal, or to live in for a year, however be it- to get individuals and families back on their feet. I want to bring restoration to lives of the broken, and living in community is one of the most potent medicines for a fragmented life.
            One of the people that has (unknowingly) inspired me to reach farther into life, into living for Christ and soaking up every last drop of the life He gives us, is Shauna Niequist. She is the author of two innovative books, Bittersweet and Cold Tangerines, both of which I adore. They are essentially biographies in themselves, being books that contain bits and pieces of her life story, wound together with hindsight, encouragement, warnings, and advice. I believe this to be one of the best types of books to write. She led a small group of seven highschool girls (whom she is still in contact with) for a year, travels and creates community wherever she lives, and writes in the most profound of ways. Quite regularly she is found inviting many different types of people to her house to partake in meals she has made, in an attempt to draw people closer together and break different social boundaries in a welcoming setting.

            Shane Claiborne, age 38, is another individual I admire on a substantial level. His story starts out like most of ours- going to youth group for the food and the opposite sex, learning all the head knowledge about God- but then the Spirit started to stir in his heart, and he began to desire to live out what Jesus preached. The Spirit’s movements in him have taken him from the streets of Calcutta with Mother Teresa, “to the wealthy suburbs of Chicago where he served at the influential mega-church Willow Creek. As a peacemaker, his journeys have taken him to some of the most troubled regions of the world – from Rwanda to the West Bank – and he’s been on peace delegations in Afghanistan and Iraq.” If God puts something on Shane’s heart, he pursues it with all he has, following the leading of the Spirit, trusting on God’s promises to hold fast and fulfill. He not only lives in a faith community called “The Simple Way” with others in a house in innercity Pennsylvania, sharing their resources like the first church in Acts, but also lives like a missionary, traveling to different countries to spread like wildfire the love of Christ. As a strong social activist, he is often found advocating for nonviolence and service to the poor. He has a lot of titles, but the main thread is his desire to live out an authentic Christian faith, following in the footsteps of Jesus.
            Alejandra Cruz serves here at Esperanza Viva involved in countless different areas, but the two specific parts that I’m going to focus on are her job as a supervisor of the chavas, and the vision for her future.  God’s call for her life is to be a missionary, to share with others the redemptive message of Jesus Christ, which she has known since she was young. God confirmed this when she was in high school, searching on the internet for the countries that are most needy.  Awhile after that, she found herself here at EV, working with the older teenage girls, a passage on her journey to become a missionary. She says the hardest part about what she does here is being patient and waiting on God’s time, learning that God’s holding off because you need more training and more wisdom before He brings certain opportunities into your life. But the part that pays off the most is to see the provision of God, the way He is faithful to His promises and comes through completely when you are lacking. It’s also neat to see the changes in the lives you’re working with, to see people you’ve invested in start to change their ways and follow God with a stronger passion. What she envisions as her destiny is to work in another country with women in need, such as single mothers or abused women. Along with sharing the gospel with them, she wants to change their manner of thinking, to help them understand that they are worth more, that God loves them deeply, that they can achieve more than they think.
            To get where she’s gotten, as far as she has, and to keep moving forward, Ale repeatedly mentioned that the key is to constantly seek God and His will. Oftentimes, if we are focused on ourselves, on what we think, on what our family thinks, on how we’re going to provide, we will become derailed, because our primary focus and trust is not on our Heavenly Father. She said that to reach your goal(s), your destiny, there is much preparation needed. Sometimes so much time passes that we begin to believe that God has forgotten His promises to us, when in reality we are still in the time of preparation, and He is working steadfast behind the scenes. We should never take a break from searching for God. In order to do what Ale does, a good, willing disposition is required, as well as the capacity to see the big picture as well as the small details, an ability to be administrative, and lots of patience.
            Ivonne McNally is another woman from EV who also works with the youth, but in a different capacity and calling. Her call is pastoral, not only with the youth ministry, La Red, but also inside of her growing family. She has always enjoyed working with and helping others, developing relationships with people and continuing to follow up with their lives. Her pastoral calling was first truly recognized when she went on a mission’s trip with other young adults from her church. No one was appointed leader, but rapidly into the trip, everyone kept going to her for guidance and direction.   Not long after, she felt the words of God put strongly on her heart “I want you to pastor”- this confirmed for her her passion, what the Lord had set her apart for. Of course, doubts about this always creep their way into our lives, like when her pastor told her “You aren’t made to pastor others,” but when God has affirmed something for you so directly, this affirmation overcomes your doubts.
            She has found that the hardest part of her call is to pastor herself; to remain objective to her emotions, to die to herself and her desires, and to remain disciplined to draw closer to God. This essentially is the cost of her passion, but the payoff is always worth it. When she is able to see the people she works with transformed, seeing how Christ has used her life to renew and change others, this is what propels her to keep at it. The characteristics she has been cultivating in her life to pastor others are first and foremost love for God, as well as humility, compassion, patience, and vision.  Mentioning vision, her vision for the future, an additional ministry she’d like to foster is one for women, specifically Muslim women, women that have been hurt by their culture and family- a ministry of restoration. She’d like to see it happen where women meet together and share their struggles honestly, leaning on each other and Christ to overcome the hurt in their past and to move forward into a powerfully healing future.
            I had the chance to get to know one of the most inspiring Christ followers in my own church before her death this past February. I can’t say I know many details of her past, but I know that Yvonne O’Connell spent multiple years with her husband and adopted children in the country of Turkey as a missionary, working alongside field laborers. When I began to actually speak with and get to know her, she was living solo in a trailer park, ministering to several women in a small group, living every month on a wing and a prayer. To be frank, she didn’t have much money. Some months she couldn’t find the means to pay the electric or her medical bill or the water, but God always seamlessly provided a way to the next month. The lady lived in the supernatural glory of God, miracles sprouting up everywhere in her life. She spent her time in constant prayer, and when she spoke, it was always to glorify the Lord.  On my last mission’s trip to Mexico, I was hesitant to send her a support letter to ask her for money, because I knew she didn’t have much to begin with, but she responded pronto with both money and prayer, and continually asked for updates about the ministry.  Yvonne was a true missionary, no matter where she was, whether in Turkey or in the States. She didn’t waste any opportunities or talents she had; she was always giving back to the Lord, reaching out to others, writing encouraging notes, giving away books, making hats and scarves, inviting others into her home. She understood that it’s okay to ask for help, to allow others to give back and help you as well- that’s what living in community is.
            I believe that Yvonne partly based her way of life on one of the most inspiring communities in history, found in the book of Acts. This is the first church of Christians, the first community of believers in Jesus Christ, comprised of the twelve apostles as well as the women followers. In Acts 2:43-47, it says “Everyone around was in awe- all those wonders and signs done through the apostles! And all the believers lived in a wonderful harmony, holding everything in common. They sold whatever they owned and pooled their resources so that each person’s need was met. They followed a daily discipline of worship in the Temple followed by meals at home, every meal a celebration, exuberant and joyful, as they praised God. People in general liked what they saw. Every day their number grew as God added those who were saved.” Later, in chapter 4:32-35, it adds, “The whole congregation of believers was united as one- one heart, one mind! They didn’t even claim ownership of their own possessions. No one said, ‘That’s mine; you can’t have it.’ They shared everything. The apostles gave powerful witness to the resurrection of the Master Jesus, and grace was on all of them. And so it turned out that not a person among them was needy. Those who owned fields or houses sold them and brought the price of the sale to the apostles and made an offering of it. The apostles then distributed it according to each person’s need.”  This is the type of community that I desire to encourage, to be a part of, everywhere I go. The value of material goods is often grossly over-emphasized in the world we live in, and I am sick of the deep roots it has wound into the lives of believers.
            When I take all these examples and stir them together into one, that is what I want my life to look like: living in community, open to the movement of the Spirit and wherever he takes me, working and ministering to groups of others, having a ministry to restore broken women/youth. I know that I am a long way from it, but if I keep Christ at the forefront, constantly seeking Him out (like Ale said), then He is going to remain faithful and complete His promise to do a great work in me.








Bittersweet, Shauna Niequiest
The Irresistible Revolution by Shane Claiborne
Interviews with Ivonne McNally and Ale Cruz

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

late night thoughts


i am young, dumb, afraid, often confused, and mostly willing. twenty years into the ocean of life, and forever questioning the concept of age. i believe that magic is not defined by pulling a rabbit out of a hat- magic is not a trick or falsehood, but rather a nonfrequent, beautiful occurrence, like when you’re at a market and whispers of hay are falling down from someone’s trailer, caught in rays of sunlight, and you refuse to blink lest this moment pass you by.

I believe in the power of music, the feelings it evicts, the impulses it provokes, the sacredness of what’s been created by others.

I absolutely without a shred of a doubt know that life makes most sense when written and spoken with words. words. I am addicted to words, the way they wind around together to encapsulate a feeling, a moment, an idea, in the most descriptive of ways. the way that words make you think, make you cry, make you laugh, simply by rearranging a few letters, a few punctuation marks. it’s so personal.

I believe in a God that is all-powerful, all-present, all-knowing, Who heals miraculously and restores wholly His people. I believe in a God that whole-heartedly pursues those He has created, to bring to them life and more life, not just on this earth but beyond. my faith rests in the Son He sent to rescue me, to rescue you, the Son who allowed the Spirit of God to saturate and permeate His entire being, who died completely to His desires to devote Himself to the desires of His Father, and through this, conquered the grave and brought intimate communion with God to everyone who asks for it, everyone who seeks it. I believe in the Spirit and how it directs us, guides us, teaches us. nothing that God brings me is bad- if it hurts, it is because I sought my own way and did not trust God, but still it is for my benefit, for my growth.

i want to be someone who inspires. someone who acts on the impulse of the Spirit, not allowing time for her knees to shake but instead diving immediately in. someone who is always willing to share her things, willing to sacrifice what she has for others to gain more. I want to be someone constantly full of joy and encouragement, giggling and encouraging the spontaneity in others- someone others feel comfortable around to be their true selves. I want to be mature and godly in my advice, not saying what people want to hear but rather what people need to hear, what God wants them to hear. I want people to encounter the glory of God through my life- His love, mercy, forgiveness.

i want to use all the capacity He has given me.

recognizing im in mexico.


sometimes i am so caught up in the rush of everything that reality strikes me flush across the face and i realize i am in a country that speaks not my native tongue, that i am the one learning the language, i am the one adapting. i live here. i am not in the country i grew up in. i am living out adventures in another nation, learning slowly to ignore my fear, absorbing bits and pieces of the Mexican culture. some days life makes only shreds of sense, and some days i cannot see the forest or  the trees. it is rediscovering how to be a creature, a soul on this earth, an individual who is only a splinter of the bigger picture. 

Sunday, April 14, 2013

courage


it’ll come in sparks- flashes of light, like flecks of dust swirling about. it’s not necessarily a world-shaking moment when you do it; moreso the realization that all along, you have held this capability [of courage]. and neither is it that suddenly you are brave and able to do everything fearlessly, because the fear will still try to arrest your heart every time you think about doing something out of your comfort zone. but these moments, these sparks, add up for something. they build into a fire eventually. these sparks can’t help but ignite, attaching themselves to parts of others, steadily consuming. hold on to these bursts of courage, remember them, let them encourage you for the next time. never forget that God is forever faithful, working behind the scenes to bring everything together in His time. 

Sunday, April 7, 2013

2.4.13



I woke up this morning at 4:15 with the worst stomach pain I think I’ve ever had. I spent an hour in the bathroom in tears, constantly switching positions over the toilet, trying one way or another to rid myself of whatever horrific beast had taken up residence in my intestines. Nothing helped, however, and at 5 I found it tolerable to lay back in bed and fall asleep. Three hours later I was awake and in the bathroom again, with the same pain as before, for another hour until Andi gave me some serious strong medicine that crushed the pain. Never have I cried over bodily problems before- it was some pretty brutal stomach agony. Alisha had the same pain as well, but on a lesser scale, and we think it was the jicama that we ate the night before, because our bodies aren’t accustomed to it and it’s full of fiber. Barf.
                at 12, I was doing okay, and we set out to evangelize in Cholula, my team being me Andi and Lalo (seriously a good matchup- we’re all relaxed and down for whatever comes our way). Our main focus was to first pray for words of prophecy/encouragement for people, and approach the people with the words, initiating conversation and sharing them. We weren’t having a ton of luck receiving anything, but we wound up talking to a candy street vendor for 30 minutes, well he was actually talking to us, about how above everything else in life we need to love Christ. It was neat, because a lot of it was what we’d been covering in class- dying to yourself and your worldly desires to grow in and glorify Christ. We prayed for a couple other street vendors, then talked to a lady who had been in the business of making and selling handmade jewelry for fifteen years, alongside her family. She said she was blessed to be doing what she loved, because she liked to create things with her hands and converse with passerbys as well. We asked if we could pray for her, and she said of course, and she talked about the strong place God held in her life. It was really encouraging.
                we took a bus on the way back, not entirely sure of where our stop for EV was. We were sposed to preach to everyone on the bus, but decided to find one person to talk and pray with. So there was a lady sitting infront of us, with a seat open, but I was scared to clamor over her to sit at her side :P, so we just started conversation, asking her what she was knitting. Then Andi asked her where she was getting off, and where we should get off, and then asked if there was something we could pray for her for. She said yes, her fourteen-year-old Yessica was in the hospital with an illness. So we prayed for her, and then Lalo explained to her about La ViƱa and Esperanza Viva and what we were doing, and we all talked about that. Then a man sitting behind her started to speak to me, in English, asking where I was from, telling me he’d lived in New York for awhile, working to send money to his family back in Mexico, and how it was a struggle to pick up English. I said it was the same for me for Spanish, haha. He asked about how I liked Mexico, the food and the weather, and told me how neat it was to use his English again. Then Lalo started talking to him in Spanish, telling him it was cool that he knew English, and the man replied to Lalo in ENGLISH. We were laughing so hard after we got off the bus, because Lal had no idea what the man was saying- he was just nodding his head and smiling. Lalo was like “I asked him a question, Mexican to Mexican, and he answers me in ENGLISH!!” Anyways, so we said goodbye to our new friends and stepped out onto the dirtroad, unknowingly way too soon before the exit we should’ve taken, and walked for a good half hour back to the orphanage. This, my friends, is the kind of adventure I really enjoy- talking to people you cross paths with, the three of us interacting as a team with others, supporting each other and taking our sweet time. It was lovely, and we were all refreshed to the fact that God puts the right people in our path who need us to share part of our lives with them.