Sunday, September 28, 2008

One Week Closer

On the whole, the “radical journey clan” is comfortable living together, sharing meals together, knowing the ebb and flow of the city, and it’s easy to be distracted enough by our surr
oundings that we forget that we will soon once again, be kicked out of our comfort zone and be thrown into our different countries.  Although “thrown” is a strong word, we’re all excited, and for the most part ready for this new adventure.  However, it is only 9 short days until the Paraguay group flies the coop.  
 
This past week was once again full, showing us new sights and sounds.  We started the week with a group of us going to Trinity United Church of Christ last Sunday.  Yes, it’s the church that’s been in the political spotlight, Obama’s most recent home church.  Although there were some things that made us feel uncomfortable, it was a church that was full of thanksgiving and praise to God.  

Jumping to today, a smaller group of us went to Catholic mass.  As I sat in mass I thought to myself, “it’s hard to hear them; I wish we would sing/say something that I know; I’m not really feeling very connected here.”  It was in the middle of mass that I realized that for the next 10 months I am going to feel disconnected, not understanding everything, and it can be a lonely time of thinking that I am not connecting to God, or I can make a choice that my God is in everything, and it is up to me to see him in everything.  Although it’s going to be different, I’ve got to search deeper to see God in ways that I skip over at East Goshen Mennonite (our church in Goshen), or at Kidron Mennonite (my home church).
  
On a more random note, in case you’ve always wanted to know what exactly makes up a Chicago hot dog…let your wondering mind be comforted!!  



Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Letterman Cringes...

Part of the Radical Journey month in orientation has included a group study of Richard Foster's Celebration of Discipline, a book that looks at the Christian devotional life through various physical, mental, and spiritual practices.  

One chapter concerning study (in particular the study of the Biblical text)  urged people of faith to become familiar with the book that is at the center of their belief.  In light of this, KD challenged the group to come up with a list of their top ten most important Bible passages.  "Important" was a word that was left somewhat intentionally undefined.  It could be those passages that we felt every Christian should know, or those passages that we thought summarized the Bible well, or even just ten passages that were important to us in terms of our own spiritual formation.

Here goes...


  There are times when people like to make faith and Christianity in particular a very complicated thing.  For me, this verse always cures that urge to make things difficult.

I have always seen this passage as an important retelling of especially the Old Testament in a Heilsgeschichte-style faith history. 


Much like the Hebrews 11 passage sums up the entire Biblical story, I've always liked the John 1 passage because it tells the Gospel story in a very consice, almost abstract way, which is a nice change of pace from the literal story mode of most other passages.  Then too, I also like the light and dark imagery of the passage and can relate that to the story of the cross and the conquering of death.


Two things I like about this passage. 1) Jesus is breaking down a lot of social barriers in talking to the woman at the well.  2) Towards the end, Jesus tells his disciples to get off their bums and start doing the stuff that they've been talking about.  Perhaps a good reminder for some committees.


It could be that I'm just trying to act like a good Mennonite in including the Sermon on the Mount, or it could be that Jesus' restatement of the law in many senses helps me to see that love should be the basis for most rule making and enforcement rather than legalism.


  Balaam's talking donkey.  Shows that God has a sense of humor, that you should never question a donkey's actions, and that if you smack your donkey in public, an angel just might come smite you.  All important lessons.


  From a very young age, I was always impressed that Solomon could have had anything he wanted from God, but asked for wisdom.  It was also encouraging that because he asked for that specifically instead of riches or long life, God gave those to him as well.  Whether or not there is a lot of wisdom in keeping that many concubines around shouldn't be for us to judge.


  Again, I like that the Bible can be funny, and frankly, not much is funnier in the Bible than Eutychus falling out of that window when Paul was preaching too long, dying, and then Paul brings him back to life just so he could keep preaching until daybreak.


  Call it plagarizing John H. Yoder (even he may have got this analysis from somewhere else), but I think there is something very important for us to learn about the mission and gospel that Jesus brought to Earth by looking at what he didn't want to be... a military/political messiah, a religious miracle worker messiah, or an economic/welfare messiah feeding people bread all the time. 


  This is just one example of a couple of different short exchanges between Jesus and the Pharisees that I like.  Sure, there is a good lesson to be learned in this passage about where we give our allegiance and honor, but I'm always impressed with how clever Jesus was, getting out of the traps those guys tried to set for him. 

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Looking back on my passages, I note that there are an abundance of examples from the Gospels...  What can I say?  I like Jesus.

Monday, September 22, 2008

Pictures: Now in Technicolor!

So I think I figured out how you can all see what we see this year thanks to my friends over at Seeds of the Kingdom (check out the "Other Things Worth Reading" link in the sidebar).  Click on this link and there should already be a folder of some Chicago pictures up... more soon:

Friday, September 19, 2008

A time of focus

It’s possible that I haven’t paid attention in school, not connected with my teachers, and it’s even possible that with my Christian Mennonite education I’ve been apathetic to what is being taught!  (Gasp)  However, I would like to think that 10 years ago when I began high school, I began truly contemplating this talk of faith, beliefs and God.  Naturally faith develops and matures over a life time, and I’m starting to see the tip of the iceberg, as they say, with this development.  
I was in the third grade, and my Dad was driving into the garage in our great 5-speed brown Mazda 323, and he said, “So Krista, what do you want to do?”  Now we have pictures of me as a two year old, dressed up as a doctor/nurse, so my response was not a surprise.  “I want to be a nurse,” I naturally responded.  “Well, Hesston College has a 2-year nursing program that would be great for you” he said.  Done, finished, seal the envelope, I had made my decision.  I would go to Hesston College and major in nursing.  Ever since that day, I honestly can say I’ve never doubted that, and have put everything into working towards that dream, and calling to be a nurse.  However, since finishing my classes, obtaining my BSN, and passing my boards, I’m realizing how much I’ve missed out on some key “intellectual”, if you will, faith development.  
  Having conquered public transportation during our first week of orientation, we moved on to the next mission:  Spiritual Development and Discipleship.  This one may take 2 weeks to accomplish a full understanding of all the bus, subway and detour routes in God’s secret roadmap.  J  Monday, Darrell (Director of Radical Journey) joined us again at our house, for an open discussion with Krista Dutt (also known as K.D., our leader in Chicago) with common spiritual questions on faith.  A number of factors played into this being a very moving and insightful time for me.  Number one, K.D. and Darrell had differing opinions which helped others, including myself, not feel ostracized for having differing opinions.  Number two, having lived with the group in a very close setting for a week, trust was beginning to form.  And number three, being the oldest in the group, I didn’t feel pressured into conforming to the rest of the group‘s opinions, or being “looked down upon” for not having opinions formed by years of theological study.  I was accepting myself during this time as myself, with the mind that I had, and experiences that have shaped my beliefs.  
The discussion between Krista and Darrell was open for us to chime in, and was focused on “simple” (HA) questions such as: who is God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit; Is there a plan for my life, and is there a heaven or a hell?  It was a wonderful time to listen, and a chance for me to begin to finally verbalize and dig deeper into my faith, in a very non-judgmental setting.  This is not to say that all of the other faith focused settings that I have been apart of have not challenged me, but more to speak to the fact that I was not ready to let my focus stray from nursing.  I was overly focused on the task at hand.    
Since our Monday discussion, we have then been taking Myer-Briggs personality tests, test determining Spirituality Types, and finally Craig had to take, as well as everyone else, a test on LOVE LANGUAGES!! 
Reiterating what I’ve said, this week has been a blessing to talk about things I’ve discussed before, and taking tests again but doing all of these things with nothing else looming over our heads.  I’m not having to worry about my job (or lack there of), bills, classes or up coming plans.  I’m excited and relieved to see this time during orientation as a time for me to relax, listen and learn.  

Friday, September 12, 2008

Bad Moon Risin'

  Today, there had to have been a full moon.  One of those days where you certainly do not leave your room if you cling to any sense of personal safety.

  It started innocently enough.  Some folks from the Mennonite Mission Network staff came out and asked questions about why we were doing the program, what we hoped to get out of the year, and invited us to evaluate the experience thus far.

  As we left the church to break for lunch over in the house though, I noticed David Graber (a member of the Brazil team and also a member of East Goshen Mennonite Church) talking to a man outside of the church building.  

  Plenty of people pass by out front and stop to talk, or at least express wonder at what in the world such a large group of white people are doing in the largely African-American neighborhood of Garfield Park.  That is to say, nothing seemed that out of the ordinary so far.  

  Inside Faith House, I spent some time catching up with Jeremy Kempf, a good buddy who had come out with the MMN staff.  Everyone was inside cooking, talking, or reading when the doorbell started to sound.  As I went to answer the door, I immediately recognized the man at the door as David's conversation partner from the sidewalk earlier.  

  Sticking my head out the door, I greeted the man, who introduced himself as Daniel Lucas, and asked what had brought him up the steps.  He asked about whether David was around, and mentioned that David had invited him over for lunch.  I called David out to the porch and listened in uninvited to make sure that everything was alright.

  Daniel explained, in no uncertain terms, that the five dollars that David had loaned him to get home on the bus had just been stolen by two guys with guns who had knocked him down and, "oh, don't shake my hand so hard 'cause I fell on that arm."  What he really needed, he explained, was eighteen dollars to get a taxi home.  Daniel said he was a city engineer, and repeated over and over how embarrassed he was that he was in this position and asking for this much money.  He had been at a meeting close-by with an architect when his Porsche Cayenne had been towed for being illegally parked.  If we could only lend him the money, he would make sure to return and double, no, triple any money we could lend him.    

  David was obviously in an awkward position.  This was a matter of making an on-the-spot judgement of someone's character, honesty, and need.  I suggested that we all step inside, eat the lunch of potato soup that was waiting for us, and (to myself) mull over our options.  

  Let's pull no punches here.  Daniel Lucas was a big guy.  (I would later joke with him that he could break me in half if he wanted to.)  He was also black.  The only black man currently standing in a house full of about twenty white Mennonites.  I cannot nor should not speculate on what was running through the minds of the rest of the people in the room when David and I informed them that Daniel was joining us for lunch, but to their credit, the table that Daniel, David, and I sat down to eat at quickly filled up and we talked about Daniel's job with the street department, where he grew up, and Michigan-Ohio State football.  He is a Wolverine.  I am an unashamed (at this point in the season) Buckeye.

  The light topic of conversation allowed for my backup brain to race for some kind of "third way" solution that could fulfill Daniel's request, keep David's funds intact, but also allow David and I to show Daniel that we trusted him, no matter how many stories about con artists we have heard.  
   
  If you really look closely at the life of Jesus, you'll find, I think, that the guy was simply creative with his responses to the corners that the Pharisees tried to back him into.  I'd like to think that the solution that popped into my head originated from a similar source.

  Our group has been travelling around Chicago by using month-long transit passes, so I had the idea to borrow one and get David to come along with me and simply take Daniel home.  Wherever that was.  I checked it out with David first when he and I had a moment alone in the kitchen, and he was ready to jump on board.  The idea was, if Daniel was being sincere about his need to get home, then our offer would cover his need and only take an hour or so out of our orientation time.  

  Daniel, almost to my surprise, took the offer right away.  I had of course advertised the plan to him as a win-win situation.  He would get home and we, as newcomers to the city, would get further training on how to get around with an experienced guide.  Whether David and I needed the extra training is debatable.  

  Daniel grabbed a banana for the road, and the three of us headed off toward the Green Line, taking us into the center of the city.  Our guest had laid out the plan:  Green Line to Clark and Lake, transfer to the Red Line, and then his stop would be somewhere near Wrigley Field.  

  While in route, we talked more about his job, and his life in general.  A couple kids, he is divorced, his wife being a lawyer for the State of Illinois.  I asked whether getting divorced from a lawyer made the process harder or not, but I can't remember exactly how quickly he changed the subject.  Daniel also mentioned a couple famous immediate family members and that he had briefly played football for the University of Michigan.  Judging by his exposed forearms, this last claim could easily be accurate.  

  After a short ride downtown, we got off to change to the Red Line, and I ran over the plan again with Daniel.  He said again that he lived right off the Red Line, so I told him that, in light of David and I needing to get back to orientation, we would get him in through the Red Line turnstiles and then head back the way we came.  

  He seemed okay with this change to the playbook, but curiously avoided asking me and jumped right on David for the eighteen dollars again, asserting that he would have no way to go and reclaim his car.  David and I had talked earlier and I told David that I would leave any funding decision up to him, but there on the corner of State and Lake we both assured Daniel that we would love to help him further by taking him to wherever we needed to go to get his car, but that we simply did not have eighteen dollars to give him.  

  What was running through his mind is anyone's guess, but instead of any of the responses that I thought might be possible, he stepped back from us and exclaimed that he should run over to his friend Cecil's office now that we were downtown and that Cecil could definitely help him out.  He thanked the two of us profusely, bear hugging both of us and saying that we had restored his faith in humanity.

  The next five minutes of the return journey for David and I was spent reflecting on where exactly our faith in humanity lay at that point.  We both agreed, we wanted to trust Daniel.  That seemed like the right thing to do.  But there were so many weird aspects to his story.  If he was meeting with an architect, why was he in jeans and a T-shirt?  If we could get him home, and his apartment manager could get him in, why did he need money from us?  (Now that I type that last line, it makes the whole thing seem even more naive.)  

  Riding the train back didn't provide any answers though.  It in fact just produced more strange happenings, with a subway musician hitting on a couple of University of Illinois girls.

  Bottom line:  David and I just left convinced that there was a full moon out, and that we had better just lock ourselves in our rooms for the rest of the day.  We had had enough of singular experiences.  

(Since I first wrote this, there have been two Daniel sitings, one by me as I was jogging near the church, and one by David on Blue Line heading toward the church.  Both times Daniel responded positively to us.)      
     

Thursday, September 11, 2008

The General Run of Things...


  Periodically, changes in scenery, living situation, or season provide a chance to reevaluate one's lifestyle and critique (at least in my case) a certain lack of discipline and to try get into what the organized folks around us call a "routine." 

  As dawn broke on Monday morning, it felt a little like New Year's.  I got up at 6:30 (perhaps the time change made this a little easier than it should have been), jogged around the park close to the church, did some calisthenics, and showered all before heading off to breakfast.  One day down...  if it only took one day to make something a "routine"...

  Orientation has also followed something of a routine over the past few days.  My notebook's record of Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday looks like this:    
MON-Breakfast, Covenanting Time, Lunch, Maps of Chicago Orientation, Supper.  TUES- Breakfast, Group Time, City Walk, Stop at YMCA for computers, Covenanting time, Supper. WED- Breakfast, Group Devotions, Map/City scavenger hunt, end at the zoo, Observation walk, Dinner on a Dollar.

  Many of you will of course note that Wednesday's ending presented something a little different, and thus worth explaining.  After a long day of traipsing around the city, it was generally agreed that a big, delicious supper would be a good thing.  KD had mentioned the day previous and throughout the day Wed. that we would be eating out in the city.  Krista in particular was looking forward to this mystery dinner out.  Maybe Indian food...  maybe Thai...  who knew?  

  As we all finished our tour in Millennium Park, the news was given to us that we would in fact each be given one dollar and should find a way to eat with just that dollar in our country groups.  That's correct.  One dollar per person.  In downtown Chicago.  

  The goal of the exercise seemed fairly obvious- to give the group a window onto the experience of many of Chicago inhabitants' daily predicament.  It was unclear, however, how well the spirit of learning a lesson and building character caught on among the 16 walk-worn Journeyers.  Character should really work at a way to become less painfully accessible.  

  Paraguay's team, having six members, certainly had a little advantage.  With six dollars, the world was at our fingertips.  Nothing could be denied us, so long as it did not cost $6.01.  A plan was agreed upon to venture out of the downtown area, back toward Faith House, and see what the Aldi grocery store near the house could provide us.

  Though the situation did seem dire at first, Aldi's low, low prices (no advertisement intended) helped restore some degree of peace.  Comparing prices, suggesting the menu, and figuring out how to cut corners proved that our team will do just fine in the "creativeness" category throughout the year.  As evidenced in the picture accompanying this post, the meal finally ended up consisting of chips and salsa, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches (with one of those cans of PB&J already together in one can of course), a two liter of knock-off Sprite, and a little can of Vienna sausages, the latter ingredient mostly purchased because of Scott's curiosity and my insistence that no cheap meal is complete without some sort of mysterious meat.

    Our dubious potluck was consumed in the park separating Aldi and our house and, in all honesty, it was fun.  Now, it was by no means healthy.  We were severely lacking on the vegetable front.  However, for one evening of experimentation, we learned just how far a buck could go, especially in group cooperation.  It also was a good reminder that good nutrition is very hard to achieve unless you have a decent budget for groceries, which many simply do not have.

  We left the park full, and wrapped up the evening listening to other groups' reflections on the experience, trying to keep the Vienna sausages quiet.       

Sunday, September 7, 2008

In Training

  The two hour drive from Goshen, IN to Chicago was spent talking to Darrell Gascho (head of the Radical Journey program) about his life, our lives, and what we would be experiencing in the coming year.  Krista and I had spent the night in Goshen after Terry and Kay graciously drove us out on Saturday.  We spent a good afternoon/evening with Roger, Rhonda, Matt and Amanda that included lunch with Krista's Grandpa and Grandma Nussbaum.  More "Corn Hole" was played that evening at Jeremy and Laura's house, with a cameo appearance by Nathanael Shue, soon to be flying around Bermuda.

  When we left that Sunday morning at 8:00, we were ready to go.  This seems like a simple phrase to use, but you must understand that when you have been preparing for a certain thing for 5+ months and have spent the last three to four weeks saying extended goodbyes, ready to go is ready to go.  

  The house that we finally pulled up to in Chicago was the home of the DOOR director, Krista Dutt.  DOOR is a program that encourages people to interact and learn from the people, the places, and the God that is in our cities nationwide.  (Because my wife Krista shares the same first name with the same spelling, I will be required to refer to Mrs. Dutt from here out as "KD," something that hasn't necessarily been cleared with her... forgiveness please.)

  KD showed us to our rooms on the second floor of the adjoining First Brethren Church of Chicago, located at 425 S. Central Park just off of Interstate 290.  We were told that those in the group of 16 Radical Journey participants who had already arrived would be waiting for us in the house on the other side of the church deemed, "Faith House," where the other 14 would be staying for the month.  Church would start at 11:00, and we could go meet the others at anytime.  

  As we unpacked in the little half-triangle, sky-lit room, I thought about Virginia Woolf's A Room of One's Own and thought that perhaps "a room of one's own and fifty pounds a year" was after all a reasonable request for a decent life, though I still don't know why she wanted to put on fifty pounds a year...

The service with First Church of the Brethren  included a prayer request time that unsettled more than a few in the group when petitions were brought forth for two people who had recently been shot in two separate incidents.  We certainly aren't in Kansas, Dorothy.  The congregation has a history longer than this short entry will allow, but it is wrapped up in the Brethren hey-day in Chicago, a seminary, a growing community, a full building.  And then, the realities of "white-flight", the strug
gle to keep the doors open.  Revitalization as a certain man by the name of Martin used the church for a second office while he worked at community organizing (ask Mrs. Palin what that is if you don't know) before returning South to continue giving his life to the cause of reconciling this divided country.  The history then speaks of more years of nearly closed doors, days when 10 people were all the congregation could count on, up through times of community unrest, depression, violence, and ultimately up to today.

  















Orientation proper for the 16 of us began in the upper room of the Faith House.  We were, among other things drawing up a covenant about how we were to live with each other during the month, much like Jesus drew up a covenant with his housemates a couple thousand years previous.  Whether the results of our endeavor came close to matching that precedent is hard to say.  Besides, they had wine, and it is difficult to predict what effect the inclusion of that element would have had on our proceedings.

  The group and living situation is what one of our old high school classmates turned orientation-mate Lee Matsos has deemed "The Mennonite Real World".  Thirteen Americans and three Canadians.  All hailing from somewhere within Oregon, Pennsylvania, Indiana, Iowa, Ohio, South Dakota, Arizona, Ontario, and Manitoba.  Nine women, seven males.  Surely, more will come up about this motley crew later.
  
  Before closing, there is a word to say about Larry, the security guard who lives at the church.  However, time is short, so hopefully this word will be enough to remind me of his small mattress, mini-tv, and his short jug of Kool-Aid.    

  

        

Saturday, September 6, 2008

Monkey See, Monkey Do

  The two weeks following our exit from Goshen found Krista and I spending time with our families in Kidron and Smithville.  We spent Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday at the Shues' with the general schedule of exercise, studying Spanish, watching over cousin Harper, playing "Corn Hole" (or "Corn Toss" or "Potty Toss" depending on your regional preference) and watching the Democratic National Convention.

  By Friday morning, we were in the car again, headed to Dayton, Tennessee with my mom and dad.  Before we get to the real reason that we were in Dayton, let me explain what this average, "Main Street USA" town is famous for.  Way back in 1925, Dayton became the center of a nearly Trans-Atlantic media frenzy with the indictment of high school science teacher John Scopes on charges of teaching evolution in a Tennessee classroom.  This was a direct affront to the Butler Act, which stated that it was against the law in said state, "to teach any theory that denies the story of the Divine Creation of man as taught in the Bible, and to teach instead that man has descended from a lower order of animals."  (Yes, I got this off of Wikipedia...  what can I say, quick and easy to quote.)

  This will eventually connect back to our purpose in Dayton, I promise.  Just let me say that one of the interesting aspects of this trial (which was popularly referred to as the "Scopes Monkey Trial) was that both the prosecution and the defense sought to bring in big name celebrities (of that time) to make their case hold up.  

The defense recruited Clarence Darrow, an accomplished attorney on the national level, while the prosecution roped in William Jennings Bryan.  Bryan was, among other things, a three time presidential candidate, a populist, former Secretary of State, and a firm believer that Genesis stated scientific fact.

  Whatever your personal opinions on this case might be, Scopes was convicted by the Rhea County court and appealed to the State Supreme Court, where the case was basically dropped and declared pointless.  

  As for Bryan, he felt his victory in regards to the county trial was not enough to ensure that Christian/Creationist ideals would continue to be taught in that locale, so he set up Bryan College, a school where folks could ostensibly learn to be smarter than monkeys. 

  Which is where my family comes back in.  My youngest brother Chris, a midfielder for the Mount Vernon Nazarene Cougars' men's soccer team had a tournament to play at Bryan College against the hosts and two other schools.  I really enjoyed the opportunity to get to watch Chris play... I'd rave about how good he is, but you would assume that I have some sort of bias.  I also was reminded that sporting events can sometimes bring out the worst in fans... myself unfortunately included.  But they did foul Chris pretty hard.

  Other than soccer and monkeys, Dayton does have some other interesting spots.  My parents took Krista and I out to Fehn's 1891 House, a restaurant/boarding house with a lot of class and an interesting story to tell.  We also had time for a great hike in the area to a local waterfall.  

  Before getting on with the rest of our "vacation time" I will note briefly that long car rides enable you to learn things about people that you either did not know, or had forgotten.  I, for instance, had forgotten my mother's passion for people being good drivers.  I'll leave you the reader to fill in the blanks on that one.

  The final week before we were to leave for Orientation in Chicago was spent at the Shues in another whirlwind of Spanish study, cousins, a visit from the Shue grandparents, puzzle (the latter two are connected), and giving time to the Republican National Convention.  Mentioning both conventions reminds me that I found a new appreciation for John Stewart and the Daily Show.  This is perhaps an appreciation that not everyone would share, and that is ok, because God made us different.

  There are plenty of details that could be expounded upon for that week at the Shue household, the black snake on the wall at Tim and Jennifer's; the meetings with Thomas, Lydell, and Rebecca; or the final breakfast with my parents and then the final Thai meal with Krista's family.  But I am rather tired of writing... I gave too much of my time to monkeys, and I'll leave Krista to fill in any details.