Oh the Questions...

I have a LOT of questions.

In the past two months (woah….where has the time gone?!), I have learned more than I ever thought possible about this place: about manners (eating with your hands is not only allowed, but is proper), hospitality (one must always drink tea or coffee), politics, injustice, sustainability, religion, interfaith, US culture, language, family, relationships….I have learned SO. MUCH.

And yet it seems that with everything I learn or discover, I have another dozen questions. Initially, I was baffled and a bit frustrated by this, because when seeking information, one does not expect or necessarily desire umpteen more questions—I want concrete answers!  However, my curiosity is piqued and I have become a question asker; in many ways I feel like a two year old with all of my questions:

·         What does (insert Arabic word here) mean?
·         Why does….?
·         Where can I find…?
·         How long have you…?

These are a few beginnings of my most-used phrases! In the midst of my questions, I’m discovering that my degrees in Religion and Environmental Studies, my 18 years of dance training and 6 years of teaching experience, my 5 summers at camp, all my leadership training, my passion for youth ministry, my love of music….most of that really doesn’t matter here. It matters in the sense that all of this has shaped who I am and has allowed me to develop my intellect, faith, passion for people, and love of this world, but all of it really isn’t relevant…I don’t even have the vocabulary to tell people about these parts of my life! Instead, I am left with my curious heart and insatiable desire to learn and discover more about this place. I find myself frustrated at the rampant injustices that are present here; I am saddened by the lack of grace that is extended to neighbors; I am humbled by the hospitality that abounds here, even when resources are limited. While I am still searching for what I can do here....I do know that I am very good at asking questions:

·         Why do we build walls?
·         How can one treat his or her fellow human beings with such little regard for their humanity?
·         When will this conflict end?
·         Why is it that these beautiful people have to suffer at the hands of injustice?
·         When will the world start paying attention and intervene on behalf of these people?
·         Is peace possible?
·         What can I or any other person do to help?
·         How much longer can the world live like this before a change comes?
·         Why are we afraid of differences?

SO MANY QUESTIONS!!!  Some of these are directly applicable to this place and situation; others are general questions of the human population…trust me, there are countless more inquiries and perplexing issues dwelling in my brain.

I’ve come to realize that through my learning, I am discovering what questions to ask. I am learning who to ask and am beginning to seek proper opportunities to pose my queries.

So I’m learning to live into the questions. In a world that prides itself on answers, this is certainly a challenge, but it is one that I embrace willingly and eagerly as I seek to understand and make discoveries that will lead to more questions.

“Try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books written in a foreign language. Do not now look for the answers. They cannot now be given to you because you could not live them. It is a question of experiencing everything. At present you need to live the question. Perhaps you will gradually, without even noticing it, find yourself experiencing the answer, some distant day.” -Rainer Maria Rilke

Moments of Holy Ordinary

Every time I walk down the streets of Bethlehem or venture into Jerusalem, I have to remind myself that I am here. That this is the place I've longed to be, that I've dreamed about and planned for over the past six months. That this is the Holy Land, people! I don't know why, but I keep having to remind and re-remind myself of that on a daily basis. Woah.

In the midst of all of the Holy Sites, monuments, and new culture, there is a delightful ordinaryness of it all: people running errands, grabbing lunch at local cafes, walking with friends. I love that part of this place. 

I don't know what I expected; of course people walk and talk and have lunch with friends. Yet, as I told people that I was going to live & serve in the Holy Land for a year, none of those things made the list of must dos. Instead, I got a list of churches, mosques, musical ensembles, food to try, and places to visit. And I have visited some of these places-The Church of the Holy Sepulcher, Nativity Square, the Old City, the Western Wall, the Garden of Gethsemane, the Mediterranean Sea. We've made several attempts to visit the Dome of the Rock (maybe when tourist season is over!). I've tasted exquisite Palestinian food, listened to fabulous music, and have taken more tours of Jerusalem than I could have ever imagined. Yet, the simple, every day occurrences are what intrigue me the most about this place.

I love the sound of Arabic being spoken around me; I'm still only catching about every 18th word, if that, but it is a beautiful language. The fresh produce stands are among my favorite places to stop as I walk down the hill from work every day. Standing on my balcony in the morning as the rays of the sun touch Beit Jala always makes me say a little prayer of gratitude for the beautiful world I am a part of. Recognizing people on the street and exchanging pleasantries in Arabic as we pass is a major accomplishment that I get positively giddy with! Playing with my host sisters after school. Being greeted by the littlest sister as she cries (who is only a year and a half!), "Lo-la!" and getting kisses and smiles from her each day. Drinking coffee or tea with my grandparents here & hearing their stories. Starting each work day in the Botanical/Biblical garden, sitting beneath an olive tree, sipping my coffee, reading my devotional book, journaling and just taking a quiet moment before the busyness of the day sets in. None of these moments are particularly exceptional or unusual, but they are among my favorite of each day. Moments of holy ordinary.

Enuma Okoro caputures much of my love for these simple, ordinary moments in her poem "Passing Ordinary Time," a portion of which I share with you here: 

Passing Ordinary Time

It is a hard art to learn,

catching quiet

by palms raised

cupped in air

shifting locations

here and there

like trying to guess the pattern of falling leaves,

and hoping to feel

the soft descent of moments

when silence slips between sounds.

This ordinary time

is gifted with days

weeks of mundane grace

routinely following the liturgy of hours

anticipating creation

tuning its prayer and praise

to the rhythms of incarnate love.

Loved from All Over the World.

When I logged into my blog this morning, I was redirected to the stats page. There, I was shown the map of all the places that my blog had been viewed:

Italy
United States
Palestine
United Kingdom
South Africa
Mexico
India
Norway
Malaysia
Spain

As I read through the list, I got goosebumps as I realized that the people I love and who love me are all over this beautiful world. What a humbling and incredible realization. We are called to be global citizens, to care for one another and to encourage each other.

I am loved.
From all over this world.
Love to you all!

şıwey şıwey

My favorite phrase in the Arabic language is "şıwey şıwey" (pronounced "shway shway") or "slowly slowly." 

My Arabic speaking abilities are coming--şıwey şıwey

I'm beginning to understand my work at the Environmental Education Center--şıwey şıwey

Little by little, I'm learning to navigate cultural norms and customs--şıwey şıwey

Slowly slowly, this place is becoming home.

I don't typically like to move slowly. I am much more adept at being in motion, all a flurry of tasks and appointments, leading and directing...not here. Here, I am listening more, paying attention to see if I can catch any familiar words in the whirl of Arabic that surrounds me. I have been trying to understand the conflict here in a deep and authentic manner, through reading, tours, relationship building and asking lots of questions! It's a lot. And it's all good. The sheer amount of what I have yet to learn dictates my pace of life though--slowly slowly. 

My days are full: I get up bright and early to catch a ride to Talitha Kumi, the Lutheran School that houses the Environmental Education Center (a project of the Evangelical Lutheran Church in Jordan and the Holy Land....another blog post to come on that soon!). My work at the center is an evolving task list. I have to admit,  when I heard I was going to be working at an environmental center, I was both excited and perplexed--how in the world does sustainability fit into my work as a short term missionary? I have always seen a very clear correlation between the environment and our call to live as people of faith, but through my work, I am learning so much about how social justice, faith, creation, and times of struggle are all intricately connected. Many people know that this is a place of conflict and dissent; it is also a beautiful place. Yet, much of the natural beauty is hindered because of restrictions on water, the building of settlements, and the ever present separation wall. In the past week, it has become quite evident to me that learning about the environmental degradation that is taking place here and witnessing the effects that limited access to natural resources and green space have on the people of Palestine, this is indeed part of our call as people of faith. More specifically, caring for creation is a part of my call. 

After work, I typically walk home--down the hill that is Beit Jala, winding through the streets and making my way to my little flat. A word on traffic here: people are kind of crazy! It doesn't seem like there are any traffic laws and consequently, the air is filled with sounds of horns and shouts as pedestrians dodge traffic and taxis weave in and out--as my friend Majd said, "Watch out for those yellow things!" 

My evenings are either spent with my lovely host family or with fellow YAGM. Annela and Jen live right down the street, so it is nice to have familiar faces and English speaking companions. I feel very fortunate to be in close proximity to the girls--we are building a beautiful support system! Eventually, Arabic lessons, a secondary placement, and social events will be scheduled into my evenings. Already, I have experienced holy hospitality in a number of family homes--food, conversaton, lots of delicious mint tea...şıwey şıwey!

Even when there are moments of frustration, confusion, or miscommunication, every day holds some-if not countless-moments of affirmation of my need to be here. The beauty of the sunrise over Beit Jala. Finding my way home by myself. Sharing smiles and simple conversation in Arabic with coworkers, host families and new friends. Sitting in the Biblical gardens at my worksite. Laughing with my host sisters. There are so many beautiful things about being here. Little by little, I will learn. Slowly slowly, I will be at home here. 

Slowly slowly...şıwey şıwey

Disorientation

Marhaba!

Our first 3 1/2 weeks have been spent in orientation....make that disorientation! It's hard to fully describe how so much learning, experience, and conversation can make one feel like she knows so little, but that's just what's happened! Let me explain a little bit:

During stateside orientation, the other 56 YAGM and I spent a full week exploring what it means to be a Young Adult in Global Mission-how to speak truth honestly and authentically, how to enter a new culture & be the stranger, how to share stories and build relationships, and more so than anything, how to live our lives in a way that reflects the love of God to all those we encounter--our host communities, each other, and anyone & everyone else! Our time in Chicago was both overwhelming and life-giving. In some ways, it was hard to still be so close to home while knowing that our host communities were waiting for us to arrive even as our families and friends were sending us off. In spite of our restlessness, it was SO wonderful to be together & to build community with all of our fellow YAGM before being scattered throughout this vast and beautiful world! We played, discussed, learned, worshiped, and rested in anticipation of all that the days ahead might bring. 

Upon arriving here after our loooonnnnggg journey, the JWB crew immediately embarked on a whirlwind of orientation....or further disorientation! All of us came into this with questions and curiosities, and I think it's safe to say that list of wonderings has only continued to grow! As we've taken tours, explored our new cities, met host families, learned about life and the political situation here, the six of us have entered into a place of questions. Simple questions of where we might catch the bus or how many shekels it costs to buy pita and hummus were coupled with questions on interfaith, how to interact with our host families, how to navigate the language barrier and so many more...

We have had intentional time together with our FABULOUS country coordinators where we've been able to pose these questions, to ponder the impossible queries, to laugh and to build community. What a gift. Beyond that though, our group of 8 (6 YAGM and Jeff and Julie) has really come to rely on one another--as one of my fellow JWB ladies said, we're kind of all each other has here! Which is sort of true; we are all held in love, prayer, support and encouragement by our loved ones at home. Here though, we have to depend on one another: We are all very blonde (everyone without black hair is blonde here....and in all truthfulness, my hair is getting lighter by the day!) strangers, with very little Arabic training or knowledge of our new cities. We need each other!

New friends. Big kid jobs. Language barriers. New (DELICIOUS!) foods to taste. A culture to explore. Relationships to build. Stories to share. So many questions.

The adventure has begun and we are completely disoriented. What a blessing that is. 

To be human is to belong to each other...

When we seek for connection, we restore the world to wholeness. 

Our seemingly separate lives become meaningful
as we discover how truly necessary we are to each other.

~Margaret Wheatley

Oh how we need one another. 

When I was a freshman at Concordia, a wise and beautiful professor (who became mentor, family member, boss, dear friend, and inspiration) reminded us that "God created the world for relationship." These words and this attitude has been central to how I see faith in action. We are constantly in relationship with God, with one another, with creation, with ourselves--as human beings, we cannot and should not act independently of one another. We need each other to be our best, to be our whole selves--we belong to each other.

Living here these past few weeks, in a part of the world that is known for being unsettled and a source of conflict and unrest, this attitude of relationship has become even more central to my thinking. In the past three weeks, I have come to depend on the relationships of my fellow JWB crew more than I could have anticipated. As we've navigated stateside orientation, pre-departure anxieties, airports, jet lag, culture shock, countless introductions, new food, new language, new home, and countless other transitions, these seven people have become my support system here. As perfect strangers, we began an adventure together, and in the beginning, we were all each other had on this journey. Yet as we begin to settle in, our circles of relationships are expanding to include host families, site supervisors, friends, neighbors, church communities, among others.

Relationships and connections are essential in our fragmented world. Living in a place that is so very fragmented and fragile is a new and humbling experience. Walls divide, human beings dehumanize their fellow men and women because of different nationalities, religions or opinions, and cycles of hate and ignorance continue to define and shape society. It is only through the tearing down of these walls, daring to share our stories and bits of ourselves that we can ever be truly whole. This place is known for its conflict, but it is SO much more than that!  Rarely do people get a glimpse of the holy hospitality that is so abundant. Tales of laughter around a meal, of the joyful sounds of children playing outside, of conversation over a cup of coffee or tea--these are the stories that are often untold. The beauty of this place lies in the connections that are formed between neighbors, congregation members, volunteers, internationals, locals, adults and children; we need each other to be whole. 

In so many ways, relationships are central to our well-being. Wholeness lies in seeking connection, not in isolation. Walls intended to guard or protect end up inflicting more harm than good. God created this wonderful world for relationship--dare to belong to one another! Share your story. Affirm one another's humanity. Celebrate the presence of God in every person you encounter, for our lives are forever linked through that which binds us together. 

We belong to one another.

Begin here.

"If you hold on to the handle, she said, it’s easier to maintain the illusion of control. But it’s more fun if you just let the wind carry you. " -story people

This is one of my favorite Story People stories (seriously friends, if you need a little inspiration throughout the course of your day, check out www.storypeople.com). In so many ways, I feel that these two sentences have embodied my YAGM experience thus far: From discernment to application, alumni phone call to interview, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting....waiting for an answer, to the Discernment-Interview-Placement weekend, consisting of MORE interviews, discernment, and waiting, waiting, waiting, and then knowing: I would be serving in Jerusalem. Woah. Then there was the four months in between in which I graduated from college, married off my darling roommate to a wonderful man, sent one of my best friends back to Italy, returned to camp for one of the best summers of my life, accompanied some incredibly talented & passionate youth to the National Youth Gathering in New Orleans, scampered back to the woods for a few weeks, went home, had a brief & beautiful reunion with some of those who are most dear to me, packed my two (49.5lb and 50lb...cutting it close!) suitcases and showed up in Chicago for orientation, where I spent a week with 56 other YAGM before boarding a plane that brought me here. Home for a year. To say that my life is full, rich and wonderful doesn't even come CLOSE to how beautiful and holy this journey has been....I am so blessed.

Those of you who know me best know that i like to have things figured out. I like a plan, to be in charge, to be in control. These past few months, I truly have let go of the handle, so to speak, and have let the wind carry me. Reflecting on the last year of my life, from the very first time I opened the YAGM application to my present moment as a slight breeze drifts in through the windows, echos of beautiful conversation fill my mind, and anticipation of all that today holds invigorates me on this Tuesday morning. It has been a long and beautiful journey (yes, even longer than the 14 hours I spent on planes to bring me to this place!). I am humbled and grateful for all that filled my days: for friends, companionship, challenges, joys....Dear friends, I can do nothing else BUT let the wind carry me, let the Spirit guide me as I being a new chapter here. Starting work. Making friends. Embracing a new culture. Leaving family & friends behind. Jumping in with both feet~I am so excited for this journey.

Thank you all for your continued love, prayers, and support. You are all a part of my story and I thank God everyday for the way that the Holy Spirit is present in these relationships. 

Peace, joy and love to you all....Let go of the handle and see where the wind may carry you! 
Laura