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Adventus (On Isaiah 64)

People scurry here and there

walking briskly, more times than not, aimlessly against,

not recognizing that for which they long.

In the cities it is this way.

We keep walking.

She cuts more cebolla to put in the caldo,

beans and tortillas are in the air- kilos used to weigh so much more

when he was here,

her son now ill, she thinks, a la chingada con el dinero

Oh, that you would rend the fence and come across!

She keeps stirring.

Snow falls outside the fourth floor window,

She squeezes his hand ever so tightly

For this I have waited

push, push, one, two, three,

push, push, one, two, three,

Oh! That you would rend my womb and come out!

She keeps pushing.

So many peoples have sojourned atop of me,

so much sludge now fills my crevices,

fences with barbed wire now line my skin, my greenery scribbled upon and carelessly tossed-

Nothing can be thrown away. Everything Is.

Is not my blood precious- that which sustains your life?

Oh! That you would rend the heavens and come down!

She keeps praying.

I work three jobs just to keep out of poverty

I long for my wife to be with me,

but she’s an alien you see

as was I, though unlike she, illegal.

Undocumented. Without meaning. That which truly does not exist, or cannot/should not support others that exist. A denial of life.

This I know, this I share.

In this season may you find the life that you have been longing for.

Keep stirring and

crossing,

pushing and

coming out,

longing and

being,

praying,

and most of all we keep walking, until we find it together- the other.

~mlw

Bumper Art

FDR has been credited with saying, “A conservative is a man with two perfectly good legs who, however, has never learned to walk forward.”

This sentiment rings true here in the Bay area of California where it is shared by many of its residents who don’t mind voicing it either. This can be noticed especially in the expressive fine art of bumper stickers. You can browse many open galleries in the bay area at many local Whole Foods or Trader Joe’s store parking lots. You may find stickers of many shapes and sizes plastered to such makes of cars as the popular Toyota Prius, the Honda Civic, and many European models, such as the Swedish makes of Saab and Volvo. I must say it is rare to find such blatant art gracing more refined German makes, (unless it happens to be an older model diesel). I say “Bay area,” because I’ve noticed a peculiar phenomena when it comes to San Francisco: I see less bumper stickers there. I assume the reasoning behind this is that those that would espouse such forms of artistic expression use bicycles within the city which don’t have bumpers and it has yet to become fashionable to display political thoughts on the rear of one’s trousers- in the event that it does, I’m sure the city would be adorned with such “bumper art”. For the time being, within the city one may find more verbal and active expression as to the more silent type stamped passively, although coolly, onto one’s car in the North Bay. Concerning those aforementioned staple foods store parking lots, I do concede in saying that it can be sheer joy to be put on parking lot duty as a Trader Joe’s employee, because with it comes free admission to a host of liberal thinking art extravaganzas. I will share some of my more favorite expressions, of which would be the group that I would be tempted to plaster on the rear of my Volvo station wagon- that is, if I ever were so inclined to so blatantly voice my political stances, or if I were the type to intentionally stick things to the clearcoat of my car. I do feel compelled to add that some are disturbingly inspirational, be warned. (I tried to display the images, however this proved to be far too laborious, all stickers may be found at www.stampandshout.com).

  • Coexist
  • “Be the change you wish to see in the world” -Gandhi
  • World Peace
  • When Jesus said love your enemies, he probably didn’t mean kill them”
  • Think outside the Fox
  • “Actually, I never said that.” -God
  • Dangerously overeducated
  • F*ck Wal*Mart
  • The last time Republicans cared about my rights I was a fetus
  • Well-behaved women rarely make history
  • “Speak your mind, even if your voice shakes.” -Maggie Kuhn
  • Democrats are sexy- Whoever heard of a nice piece of elephant?!
  • “We are the ones we’ve been waiting for, we are the change we seek.” -Barack Obama
  • “We are each guilty of the good we didn’t do.” -Voltaire
  • Illegal Immigration began in 1492
  • Am I a Liberal, or just well-informed?
  • I like big books and I cannot lie
  • People Before Profits
  • “The arc of History is long, but it bends towards justice.” -MLK, Jr.
  • Pro-Life and Pro-War? I’m an Anti-Hypocrite, thanks.
  • Enlighten up
  • Bush Lies!
  • “Our Lives begin to end the day we become silent about the things that matter.” -MLK, Jr.
  • Republicans love you. . . until you’re born
  • Be nice to America or it will bring democracy to your country
  • it’s sexy to have a tiny carbon footprint
  • Viva la evolution!
  • “Injustice anywhere is a threat to Justice everywhere.” -MLK, Jr.
  • killing for peace is like fucking for virginity
  • may the fetus you save be gay
  • I’m already against the next war
  • liberal Christian- able to think and pray at the same time
  • American Evolution (jest in image)
  • if they waterboarded you, you would call it torture
  • Defend biblical marriage (jest in image)
  • Please don’t assume that I believe in your god
  • Pro-Life? Or just Pro-Embryo?
  • The people who don’t believe in evolution are the ones who need it most

~mlw

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A Sanctuary

What better place to come out of the closet than California. . . I’m not referring to my sexuality; this post doesn’t concern my sex of choice, yet my church of choice. For those that have known me for the past, say 5 years, know that I’ve been on a roller coaster ride with my social location, faith tradition, and especially my given ecclesiastical setting. I always was an outlier in my own given tradition (for detail see my last post, Relinquishing and Receiving).

It was Monday August 10th 2009, I remember it as if it were only 3 months ago. The week prior was spent with family in Tennessee and the week before that was spent packing and leaving our home in Mexico City. Everything that we could fit into a van was driven to Texas with us. And it was good. It was Monday August 10th around 2:00pm, after driving nonstop since 4:00pm the day before, which would have been Sunday, we pulled into the seminary parking lot. Not knowing whether I was even accepted to the school or not- all bags were packed and sealed in Texas. With open arms we were met and I was granted acceptance to the school. Suddenly the sun shone brighter, the birds chirp was louder, and a form of solace fell heavily over me, draping my shoulders. After the hug, we were off to tour campus. And it was good.

For sometime now, I have considered myself a closet UCC member. I’ve anxiously awaited to join the community, however since the past 2 years and some odd months, I’ve been living in Mexico and have not had the opportunity- until now. After the trip to Boston and the great experience at Andover Newton Theological School, we worked or way west to my brother-in-law’s in Santa Rosa, CA. It is here, that I have had my first and continuing ecclesiastical experience with the UCC.

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A Communion of Traditions

In one word, both experiences have conveyed to me: acceptance. Where I was formerly located I only knew of rejection; rejection of my thoughts, my belief system, my political views, my sense of justice, mercy, and compassion. I was in total conflict without hope of a resolution.

However, as I reflect on acceptance and the need of vital spaces today, I think back to when I started to experience this. It is when I moved to Mexico. It is when I am in the arms of my wife, it is when I am alone, and when I’m packed into the metro with 3 million other people. It is when I am at the ocean, it is when I have achieved simplicity. I feel that I will not again be able to truly enjoy a vital space until Yuli is able to experience the imagery with me and until the bags in Texas have all been unpacked- until we are living again, finally in context, in community. I am truly an immigrant and have been for 3 years.catalog_cover_art_0708

I still have a lot of unlearning to do, a lot of deconstructing, but I am actively working towards that, and hope that ANTS will be able to help me reconstruct worlds that I never imagined possible. I’m eagerly awaiting new paradigms of Christianity in a pluralist context that will one day when I lest expect it, with the birds chirping louder than usual and the sun’s rays beaming ever more brightly, will fall suddenly over and over on my shoulders, as a deep solace. I’m ready to claim my vital space and my church of choice. I’m ready to minister to those in crisis, to do theology from the underside of history. I’m with open arms, ready to receive.

I encourage all peoples that are situated in an environment of rejection to take hold of the door and break out of that closet and claim acceptance, embrace life, wherever you might find it, or it might find you. And it will be good.

paz,

~mlw

Relinquishing and Receiving

This post is one in the making. It is a story of my personal and spiritual transformation and where I am now- actually a subsequent post will talk about “where I am now”. This is taken from a “reflection essay” that was part of my application process for Andover Newton Theological School (part of the Boston Theological Institute), which I wrote in March/April of this year. It’s objective was to address several specified topics and questions, of which I hope they make themselves evident.

Personal Reflections

Marvin Lance Wiser

April 2009

I. On the already experienced

“Faith is the state of being ultimately concerned.”
-Paul Tillich

I was brought up in a church context where faith was approached in quite a different manner than portrayed in the above quote. Faith was the certitude of all things dogmatic, and more than often, divisive. Questions were shunned and anything considered deviant in thought, speech, or action was automatically repressed for the sake of all believing ‘in one accord’. I grew up in the denomination Churches of Christ of the American Restoration Movement. It was homey and comfortable until I hit adolescence. I grew to know that something was awry and that something was missing. I would continue on this faith journey for nearly 10 years, always looking around every corner hoping to get a better glimpse of God. But from my perspective, where I was, I just couldn’t quite make out the silhouette of the Holy One.

After I graduated high school, I went on to Harding University in Searcy, AR, which is affiliated with the Churches of Christ. There, I experienced an amazing and revealing four years. I learned of a God that I had never known existed, one that pardons and takes away all iniquity, one that doesn’t hold grudges. That whetted my palate, yet somehow I was not fulfilled. My junior year, I took two Old Testament classes with Dr. John Fortner. This experience led me, a New Testament Christian, so close to God that I could feel God- moving through the narratives that we examined, playing and relishing in the poetry that we recited, and finally residing in my heart. This God of the Old Testament was the God that had set my bones afire.

However, as enlightening and uplifting as this experience at the university-level was, I could not reconcile it with what I had experienced and was experiencing in the ecclesiastical setting. Though I had experienced many wonderful times in my church, and experienced the warmth and love of its international community, not all was a bed of roses. As I was undergoing my faith transformation in Searcy, back home in Fayetteville, Tennessee, my younger brother led a song after the opening prayer one Sunday evening service; he had not yet been baptized. Within two weeks my home congregation had split 60/40 under the precepts of unauthorized worship. My younger brother has since never shown too much interest in the Church. Thinking of him, I recall being affected by church members and preachers telling me at a young age that all of my Southern Baptist playmates were going to hell. Somehow that never set right with me- even at ten years old. In my hometown of less than 10,000 people, there exist thirty-six congregations of the Churches of Christ-the majority of which find their origins in congregational splits. This was my environment: complete and adamant belief in biblical inerrancy; an evangelism that verged on imperialism; a complete disregard of Church traditions and history (I was taught that the Churches of Christ could be traced back to the day of Pentecost and that all other denominations were the work of Satan); and a rejection of learned clergy. At this time in my life I was beginning to see its highly sectarian and fundamentalist stance to the rest of Christian traditions and to the world, to the Creation of God. As I developed more of a social conscious and discovered my political voice, I found myself increasingly more isolated in my own tradition. The questions that then faced me were: Would I want to stay in this environment? Could I still call it my own? Would I continue to allow my faith to be informed solely by my tradition, or would I begin to narrate a different story?

II. On what is being experienced

“Where suffering and hope are denied, exiles abound.”

-Walter Brueggemann

As I write this, I consider myself to be at one of those great critical junctures in life. This has become even more evident to me as I have just revisited my past. Since 2006 I have been caught up in a great act of relinquishment. I call the crisis of 2006 my own personal ‘Great Awakening.’ That year I experienced many events that would play a significant part in the expanding of my horizons. Of those many events, for the sake of brevity, here I shall mention only two. (1) When I was introduced to the academic study of the Bible (especially the Hebrew Bible), Biblical Theology and also to History of Religions, I immediately recognized that it was something that I had a genuine passion for; something I could and wanted to contribute to. (2) Something else that informed my direction in life was my deepening commitment to the Hispanic community and a three-month trip that I took throughout Latin America. I learned so much, yet due to space I think it best to leave it at this: I returned to begin my senior year of college a different person entirely.

I borrow the terms “relinquishment” and “receiving” from Walter Brueggemann’s Hopeful Imagination, a book which I identify much with my time of personal crisis. These terms do justice in answering the above questions regarding my church tradition: I let it go; I gave it away in hopes of receiving something better.

Two years ago I moved to Mexico City, where I have worked teaching English and have again been pushed out of my comfort zone. Here I have worshipped at various places, but in 2008 answered a request by making a commitment to help with new small church plants. It has been wonderful ministering in a second language (although, I still tend to butcher it) and to commune cross-culturally, but nothing has been more important for my faith journey than to just live here, to experience the culture itself. I have gone from constant comparison and critique to acceptance of and embracing differences. I have learned that nothing is definite or unchangeable, including my faith and the God that I serve. Here I have gained new parameters of understanding of my faith, justice, theodic and social issues, and most importantly, my vocation. I have come to an understanding that faith cannot be divorced from works nor justice from worship, adoration from stewardship, suffering from hope or grieving from newness. God is no longer a God that simply pardons wrongdoings, but a God that creates possibilities.

My view of the Church and its role in society has been greatly influenced by these events. I see the Church as “the conscience of things that need critiquing in the world, not an apologist for upholding broken systems of comfort and familiarity” (taking influence from Bono). It is one of the answers to the conflicted, tension-filled traditions of Israel that seeks to serve God’s Creation. It is one of the conduits that brings newness to society; meaning to those in seasons of uncertainty; peace to those enveloped in violence; life to those surrounded by death; and equality and equilibrium where inequality and inequilibrium abound. The Church should be a liberator of all things oppressed, from people groups (right now gay rights come to mind) to eco-systems; the voice of the voiceless. It should be a refuge for all peoples; accepting of all with arms wide open, imitating its founder, Jesus’ example. It should recognize its diversity and various traditions inherent within itself so it can form new means of communicating, engaging, and ministering in an ever changing post-modern and pluralist society. In essence, it should be the grease that facilitates the advancing of society and the filler of voids in lives that are yet to feel complete.

My view of the pastor and his or her role is to lead in helping the members of the Church to find their passions and instilling in them a sense of worth and acceptance; helping them believe that they can make a difference in the world just the way they are. The pastor should serve as midwife to God’s feelings on what God’s Creation is experiencing in the context in which the pastor and his or her congregation is in, having an utmost concern for ethics and for life. At times she/he should be prophetic in his or her stances to issues that plague Creation. The pastor should be learned in the traditions of the Church and knowledgeable concerning other faiths and fields as well, such as the humanities. He/she should be capable of contextualizing that faith and, if necessary, transmuting it so that it might be capable of reception to a new generation or new people group. The pastor should be in constant conversation with faith leaders that are in close proximity to him/her in order to better discern the needs of the community and to foster harmonious relations with other faith groups. The pastor should strive to be a good steward of Creation, to see ethical imports in actions and rituals, transcend dualism, relate to all of those that she/he encounters, detect those in exile, and above all, exercise tolerance and love.

Right now I am experiencing hope; hope of receiving something better, of bringing the purposes and passions that I feel within me to a fuller realization. I am happy to have stepped out and taken the chance of relinquishing something in hopes of receiving something different. Though I have interpreted my overall experience with the Churches of Christ as negative (at times very negative), I am now beginning to see how it has shaped me and how it has been a part of my faith journey. I am learning to embrace it, allowing it to minister to those that have come out of similar experiences. I am learning the essentialness of integration. This in part is due to my wife, Yuliana. She has accompanied me throughout my entire transformation. She has also taught me that tolerance is something that must be extended multilaterally. She has been the essential figure in my processes of healing. Though I come from an Evangelical tradition, I am now disenchanted with it; for me, I view Mainline Christianity as a better answer to the cries of Creation, closer to the faith of Israel, and the faith which has taken hold of me. Yet I have a dream that one day there might be constructed a bridge that will bring these two poles of Christianity, and indeed other faith traditions to closer communion.

III. On the yet to be experienced

“Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.”

-Martin Luther King Jr.

I feel myself being called to two distinct ministries; one being teaching Hebrew Bible. Ever since my “Great Awakening,” I have had an unquenchable thirst to learn more and more about the Hebrew Bible, I can’t get enough. Since college I have gone to great efforts to acquaint myself with the academic study of the Hebrew Bible and have read everything I can get my hands on. I see it as a common point for the so-called “religions of the Book,” or the Abrahamic traditions. I would like to work with postmodern interpretation and apply the social sciences to the study of the Hebrew Bible. I presume my interests will narrow or change in the future, but right now of particular interest to me are Second Temple studies, Jewish sapiential literature, the books of Jeremiah, Second Isaiah, Job, Qoheleth, and Jonah and the theme of dismantling and constructing social realities. I am also interested in New Pauline interpretation, Christianity and Empire, pluralism and the coexistence of world religions; how their coexistence, or lack thereof, affects politics and how conflict resolution can be a melody to the harmony. I want to do theology with those that are oppressed, especially those that are dislocated, those that are lacking a vital space or community; for example, undocumented residents (in particular the Hispanic population) and those that are abused (physically, emotionally, spiritually, economically, etc.). I expect my passion for Latin American history and the abuses made by the American empire and neoliberalism, coupled with my own experiences in Latin America will eventually come into play at some point in my vocation. Many authors, theologians, historians, and biblical scholars in this field have had a profound influence on my thinking. I am also an advocate for biblical criticism, which I believe is a necessary tool for the Church to fully take advantage of its texts. I see this as part of my vocation as a teacher because I enjoy the academy; I desire to continue my education; I love to read, write, ask questions, challenge preconceived notions and/or the status quo, and prepare materials; it involves a passion that I have, and it is a very rewarding feeling for me to be apart of a process where someone is brought to a higher, new, or just different understanding of something. I just completed teaching a course that I designed in Spanish for a church entitled, The Exodus, Oppression, and the Problem of Holiness. I hope that it will lead the group towards a greater awareness of the Christian responsibility in regard to social issues. On an additional note, I would also like to be actively involved in ecumenical conversations and in Jewish-Christian relations (of which your institution’s unique relation with Hebrew College really interests me).

The second ministry in which I feel called to is that of a pastoral position in a diverse church. I have always wanted to be a minister. I feel as though it is something that has been in my heart for a long time. While in Mexico, I believe I have attained more gifts for this specific ministry. Going and ministering to people in a culture that is so community-oriented has really made me grow in the way that I respond to and care for people. Living in Mexico has also led me to completely re-evaluate the question of theodicy and approach numerous biblical/theological issues in a unique real-life applicable context. As well, being bilingual will allow me to take part in ministering to the Hispanic community, which I now call home. I call it home because among many reasons, my wife is Mexican. She has helped me more than any other person has, especially in understanding and participating in the Latino culture. Yuliana and I have always considered ourselves as a ministerial partnership or team; we always do it together. It was one of the primary reasons we connected six years ago. For that reason, I consider her to be a gift as well, bringing many gifts along for the journey. She is now completing a master’s in Marriage and Family Therapy and seeks to minister as a bilingual therapist. I greatly desire to be a midwife for God, aspiring to be those things which I wrote about a pastor. My journey has led me to wish to seek ordination in the United Church of Christ. I feel as though the UCC is now my vital space- a space that is as inclusive as it is healing.

This brings me to my personal, social, or political issue. I have chosen all of the above. I like to write about various social justice and political topics when I am blogging, but I think one issue that I would like to dedicate time to in ministry (my wife included) is the immigrant. There are unauthorized immigrants entering into the U.S. at 1.4 million per year, and Homeland Security estimates show that as of 2006 there were as many as 13.6 million unauthorized immigrants living in the States- of that number more than half are Mexican. Estimates also show there are close to 30 million foreign-born citizens and nearly 18 million legal foreign residents. That comes to ±60 million people. This is a population that has an immense amount of needs and needs ministering to. The largest ethnic group that makes up this population is Hispanic (45 million), which is currently growing at three times the rate of the U.S. national growth rate, accounting for nearly half of the nation’s growth, and expected to crest 100 million by 2050. Of the unauthorized, many came to the States and are now living in the shadows, too afraid to ask the community for help, and are more often than not taken advantage by those that live outside the shadows. They came, many as refugees, due to many reasons: poverty, economic hardships, broken families, political unrest, war, religious or ethnic discrimination; or they were forced here due to any of the above reasons, drug or human trafficking or economic injustices, such as the abuses and/or failures of neoliberalism, free trade acts, and globalization. Regardless of why they are in the States, they are in the States and they have histories and their own experiences and need to feel the healing touch of the Church. The Church should not be too timid to extend that hand and create healthy relationships of trust with those in the shadows, while with the other hand, advocating for migratory reform, and fair trade practices; being a voice for those who do not have one, because our tradition tells us that we too were without a voice:

The immigrant who sojourns with you
shall be to you as the one born among you,
and you, personally, shall love him or her as yourself;
for you were immigrants in the land of Egypt:
I am the Lord Your God.

-Leviticus 19:33-34

IV. On Goals

I have several goals that I hope to achieve in the event that I am selected to attend Andover Newton Theological School:

  1. I. To grow closer to the Sacred in devotion, and grow in my spirituality
  2. II. To be integrated into a church community, become an active member, and eventually ordained in the UCC.
  3. III. To fully take advantage of the partnership with Hebrew College
  4. IV. To begin learning Hebrew, French, and German
  5. V. To participate in the activities of the Boston Theological Institute
  6. VI. To create life-long friendships with professors and fellow alums alike
  7. VII. To encounter and engage with a multiplicity of faith traditions
  8. VIII. To learn how to better open up to new possibilities that are marked with life and help those about me to do the same
  9. IX. To be prepared to enter into studies for an advanced degree in Hebrew Bible
  10. X. To be equipped with the practical knowledge and pastoral training to minister, to empower and enable others, to detect people in exile, and to better counteract the problems of “the immigrant,” and Creation as a whole
  11. XI. To grow a conscious that will never allow me to be quiet about the things that matter

Though, I have presently given everything familiar and comfortable up, I hope to receive something far greater- that which will challenge me and my prejudices and make me better-suited for ministry and participating in the academy in the 21st century. I wrote eleven goals, because the list is short of completion, so there will always be room for additions. That is the beauty of the God of my faith: God’s openness to any changes or additions, requests or petitions. Aside from those specific goals, I hope to never stop traveling, experiencing, knowing intimately that which God has called good. And I hope to always “refuse to accept the reading of reality which is the majority opinion,” as Walter Brueggemann so aptly put it in his Prophetic Imagination.6a00e550f4943c883300e551edab568834-500wi

Peace,

~mlw

 

Big Sur

The wind has taken me to Northern California. I’ve been living in Santa Rosa since the close of August. It’s a good re-entry point for coming back into the States. We knew we were coming back for sure when I was accepted into Andover Newton Theological School in Boston, where we’ll be heading in January. However, until then I must call Santa Rosa my home.

It’s been pretty crazy since the end of July when we made our trip to the States. We drove a van with some friends from Mexico City to Laredo, TX.  From there we visited family in Midlothian and then we were off to celebrate my parents’ 25th wedding anniversary in Tennessee. After that we drove with friends to Boston to tour the school and to receive news of acceptance. Then headed back south again, making designated detours in New York City, Long Island, and Washington D.C. We stopped to rest in TN again and from there started working our way to California. We visited our alma mater in Arkansas and made another pit stop in Midlothian. Next we hit the National Painted Forest and the Grand Canyon as we shuffled between Route 66 and Interstate 40. My favorite part was dropping down through L.A. and taking California’s Highway 1 all the way up through San Louis Obispo, and San Francisco and on to Santa Rosa. The above picture was taken by me on that route coming off of Big Sur. Driving in the coastal ranges was great. All in all the trip totaled near 8,ooo miles (13,000 kilometers) from July 22nd- August 28th.  The climate here in Northern California is great- very Mediterranean, and the wines and cheeses, landscape, fair share of liberal thinkers, and usage of electric automobiles is a definite plus as well.  This area is unsurpassed when it comes to wine production in the U.S. and there’s nothing like a scenic drive on Highway 12 through the vineyards of both the Napa and Sonoma valleys to make that resonate.

Right now my wife, Yuliana and I have to be apart as she finishes her paperwork back home in Mexico City in order to receive her Master’s degree.  She was able to publish her 214-page thesis this past week.  She should be able to orally defend it in the coming weeks. She left sunny California at the beginning of September, but we hope that she can be back just before Thanksgiving. Meanwhile I have been working at Trader Joe’s (the 4pm-1am shift), a specialty staples foods store and contracting my services as an interpreter, trying to make enough money to a) send back to Mexico, b) live on, and c) pay off money borrowed to get a used car.  However, as I reach the halfway mark in my stay here and more and more unforeseen financial obstacles arise, I see the attainment of objective c drifting farther and farther away from my reach, this is rather depressing.  On a brighter note, I also have an interview with Apple this week  for a new position that they might have.  That could prove to be a nice day job. Being away from Yuli has been tough, though a necessary sacrifice.  I already miss Mexico so much.  It’s hard going from being a professional, wearing suits daily, fighting traffic and people, speaking a foreign language 80% of the day, eating amazing food at every meal, and feeling high self-worth, to having your pay cut by two-thirds, eating pre-packaged “food,” dealing with offensive-only drivers, speaking English 90% of the day, and stocking groceries- but oh!, how I want to go to school; to sit in a desk among peers all thirsting for knowledge, to question, to search out truths, to uncover masked agendas, to learn new languages, to learn to minister to an ailing world and a troubled and confused society, to be able to sit at length in libraries that, even while engrossed in a text, just a glimpse from from one’s peripheral can glean old-world reminiscence, and to be able to walk the streets of days gone past proclaiming of new things to come.   Beantown here we come in January! In the meantime I plan to once again be intentional in my blogging habits, hopefully it will help to pass the time until registration.

All in all, I feel that we have been extremely blessed, as you will gather from the fotos. Aside from all the landscape that we were able to see,  we were able to visit with friends and family while making stops on the road- some of whom we hadn’t seen in more than 2 years.Here are some highlights of our roadtrip (most of our fotos are on my facebook account), enjoy!:

~mlw

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El Día de Los Muertos

** This is a post from last year as I looked forward to this very special time of year.

This season is probably my favorite season. Autumn, fall- whatever you wish to call it, it’s spectacular. It’s the end of an era, a cycle coming to a close; a season full of cantations and recital, colors and changing of weather. During this time I usually celebrate All Hallows Eve, more commonly known as Halloween, the carving of pumpkins (jack-o-lanterns), lots of candy, trick-or-treating, accompanied with a healthy dose of horror flicks. But for the past two years I have celebrated Dia de los Muertos (Day of the Dead).

It is a custom that has its roots in Pre-Columbian Mexico. Today, as celebrated in Mexico, it is a form of syncretism between the indigenous traditions and Halloween (so I can still relish in a lone horror flick). Right now in DF there are festivals going on from October 28-November 2. Of course the official days are Nov. 1-2 in correspondence with the Catholic “All Saints Day,” (due to religious imperialism). The festive time feeds on our curiosity of the afterlife; our respect for the deceased; and is filled with life and humor. Somehow, the tradition of Halloween has been transformed to focus on death, losing much of the intended motif of “life in the Harvest.” Here the celebration is still life.

They come on the winds from the north: the spirits of the dead. This is the season that the cold starts to creep in and long coats adorn all those that leave their houses in the city for the daily exodus to work. And there’s nothing better to fight off the cold than a warm ponche (warm fruitponche punch) or atole (usually accompanied with a tamal). During this time calaveritas (sugar-candy skulls) can be found in abundance. Dressing-up in costumes is not a focal point (though it is done, instead of asking for candy children ask for a calaverita- a small gift of money), honoring the dead takes central stage. This is calaveritasdone in part by visiting cemeteries, cleaning tombstones, and creating altars for offerings to the deceased in one’s house as well as at cemeteries.

Preparation for the festivals usually commences in mid-October. Pan de Muerto (seasonal sweet bread) can be found at all the bread stores. Mandarins, Guavas, Tejocotes and camotes (sweet potatoes) can be found in abundance as well.

Las ofrendas (the offerings) consist of the deceased person’s favorite dishes. These often entail tamales , chicken with mole (pronounced mo-lay), pork, bread (pan de muerto), fruits, chocolates, coffee, atole, and beer. pan_de_muerto04_500_344This is all of course for the dead to consume at their discretion. The offerings are intricately composed of the four elements of the cosmos: Water (as represented by the various liquids), Earth, (the bread), Wind (el papel picado- paper art) and Fire (the flames from the incense). The spirits of the children come first on the last day of October, followed by the spirits of the adults on the first of November. Before the term “evaporate” was coined, the apparitions were explained by the reduction in volume of the liquids after they had been left at the altars for a few days.ofrenda

The profusion of colors are breath-taking: yellows, oranges, browns, blacks, reds) The flower orange marigold (cempasúchitl) blankets the entire country. cempasuchitlAs does the image La Catrina, created by José Guadalupe Posada that satirizes the upper-class Mexican female (this is part of the humor).catrina

The most well-known place in Mexico for carrying on these traditions is Mixquic, Estado de México. As well, the states of Morelos and Oaxaca are well-known for their varieties of festivities. More information about these places at this time of year may be accessed through the site provided at the end of this entry.

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I am anxiously waiting to go to a performance that compiles many traditions from various provinces this Friday or Saturday night. Maybe I might get to see La Llorona (Mexican equivalent to the boogie monster- she is a dead woman that lost her children and now wails about in the night looking for them- occasionally resorting to someone else’s children. . .) or hear Diego Rivera and Frida Kahlo dropping in to say “Hola.”

Appreciate the seasons and the local traditions where you’re at and allow for others to experience them as well. Teach those new in your area what it is that you do this time of year and likewise learn from them and their traditions.

See this video capturing some of the traditions that surround this time of year in Mexico:

Happy Halloween and ¡Feliz Dia de los Muertos!

To life and its sustentation,

–MLW

Some sights of interest:

Day of the Dead Blog: A Celebration of Life Especially see the photo gallery and the many entries by numerous people that are fans of the revered holiday.

Para información en español, lea el articulo La Celebración del Día de los Muertos y Su Simbolismo por Amelia Lamaignere.

International Trade Action Day

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Here’s some recommended reading for this a very special day:

Witness for Peace Oct. 12th: International Trade Action Day

Jobs erased, farmers displaced.
Environment polluted, democracy diluted.

NAFTA at Fifteen

&

My post: 1989-2009 ~ Drugs, Mexico, The Failures of Neoliberalism, & The Beginnings of a Post-Imperial New Era

It’s time for change.

Ode to Frida

Frida, a go’ dog to us you were

never barking incessantly

only whining, bones and fur,

and smiling fluorescently

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From the street you came

not even knowing your name

we took you in and with a spin

a best friend to two you became

with a po’ leg and epilepsy,

fleas and a dependent personality,

a lil’ rub a dub scrub

and a lot of love and grub

a new home you had found again

Frida “la sufrida” became Frida “la consentida”

And that is what we hope for you even unto this day.

Quote of the Day #14

If communities mediate revelation from God, surely different communities in different circumstances will mediate different disclosures.

If revelation is mediated through community, revelation will reflect the truth available to that community in its life, memory, and experience, and will tend therefore to be partisan disclosure.

-Walter Brueggemann

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San Miguel de Allende

La Parroquia

La Parroquia

Santa Misión

La Santa Misión

Perspective

Perspective

Depth

Depth

Cantina

Una Cantina

Un Señor

Un Señor

Un Vochito

Un Vochito

Happiness

Happiness

Beauty

Beauty

Flight

Flight

México

México en la Piel

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