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I am a junior at Creighton University in Omaha, NE. I really like it there. The campus is small and it feels like we are all just one big family. I am a theology/secondary education major and I am discerning a career in youth ministry.
Showing posts with label human. Show all posts
Showing posts with label human. Show all posts

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Faces

from October 18, 2010

Today was a full day. This morning we drove down to Nogalas, AZ, right on the border and home of one of the largest Border Patrol stations in the country. We talked with them about what they do and then we saw the station. I think I've just grown up with a general trust of authority. But, while their goals are noble (security of the country) they are failing. First, they said they wanted to control terrorism and keep WMDs from our country post 9/11. Good goal. But why the US/Mexico border? The terrorists that caused 9/11 were all Middle Eastern (fanatics and most Middle Easterners condemn what they do) and they were all here on legal visas. Going to the detention center at the station was the hardest part. People were packed into cells and agents were so detached while processing them. No one seemed to care (though I think that is the only way to get through the day. If you care, your job will destroy you). When we asked about the blankets a lot of them had wrapped around their shoulders, one agent just brushed it off, saying, "Oh, it's a little cold in there." It just seemed like they forgot these people were human. They had about 100 people detained, caught in the last 24 hours. While we were there, they brought in about 20 more people. One girl looked just like Alejandra (a girl whose home I stayed at this summer). It was hard. They just looked so scared. They treat all of them like felons, but most just want to feed their family.

This afternoon we went to Operation Streamline. This is the government's program to deport in an efficient manner. 70+ people were there. They all had their rights read to them, they pleaded, and were sentenced in an hour and fifteen minutes. They went in groups of five. They only met their lawyers that morning. All plead guilty and now have a misdemeanors on their records. Court proceedings were gone. A lady started cleaning the headphones they use to hear the translators in the middle of people's plea cases. Lawyers walked in and out. It was a mess and if it was a citizen there, no one would allow it. 10 minutes. That's all it takes to be found guilty and go to jail. There was something so inhumane, so mechanical about it. But, they all had faces, had stories, had families, had lives. For everyone there it is just another day at work. We need to ask why these people are coming here and not just treat them as hard-core criminals. We need to make it easier to be legal, rather than patrol for people in the desert. We went through a government check point when driving. "Are you a citizen?" "Yes." "Have a nice day." If we looks Hispanic, we would have had to prove it.

Saturday, November 6, 2010

Borders

from Oct 17, 2010

Borders are such an immaterial thing. Growing up borders where such a mystery and an excitement. In the smack-dab-middle of Oklahoma, a Texas plate was exciting, God forbid we see one from Florida or Washington. Borders were something you crossed on roadtrips or something else. But those are still just state borders. Country borders have nothing near them. They are desolate, alone, and no one would dare walk across one. Yet, I come to Tucson, 60 miles from the border. About a 3 days walk. That is it. And people live right up on the border. An Native American's tribal land goes straight across it. And unlike state borders, there is a wall on a lot of the US/Mexico border that tells you exactly where it is. I think a lot about the ease we cross the Nebraska/Iowa border. There is a bridge where you can walk, run, bike, whatever across the border. No one is going to stop me in Iowa and ask for papers. I go to school in a different state than in which I live. Yet, my Oklahoma I.D. is perfectly fine. Borders are fragile things, made by human beings. Yet, we are still all humans, and that never ends.

Sunday, October 31, 2010

Be Not Afraid

From October 17, 2010

Today we sang "Be Not Afraid" in Mass. I think that this might just be my favorite hymn. It is very apropos to sing a hymn about wandering in the desert and relying on God when we are facing the fact that people wander through the desert into this country and we will be wandering in the desert of Tuesday. I feel that I will not get through this week, especially Tuesday, without Him. The one part that is resonating with me right now is "And if wicked tongues insult and hate you all because of me, blessed, blessed are you." Being hated does not seem like a blessing. But the Bible, especially the Gospels, are full of seeming contradictions. I think right now I am wrestling with these seeming contradictions and I am trying to understand them. Why would God call us onto a path that will not be east. Why is salvation hard and what is right always the wrong thing in the eyes of society? Why do we treat others like dirt and sub-humans in the name of freedom and justice?

Friday, October 29, 2010

Quick Thought

I wrote a couple of weeks age about my struggle with the passage from Job made famous by the praise and worship song "Blessed Be the Name." Then on October 24, 2010, the Psalm response for Mass was
The Lord hears the cry of the poor, blessed be the Lord.
I have been struggling with this. With what I have just experienced (in my immersion trip, by visiting with my Hospice companion every week, etc.) it is easy to think that the Lord does not hear the cry of the poor.  But, maybe the Lord does hear the cry of the poor. Maye He calls people like me to answer and alleviate the cry whenever, wherever, and however we are needed. I think it is important for me and for humanity to stand up for this call: to hear the cry of the poor.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Thoughts Post Immigration Immersion (more to come later)

For those of you who don't know, I was in Tucson over Fall Break doing an immersion trip to learn about immigration issues on the border. I will write more about the experience, but here are some brief thoughts that I have going through my mind right now.


I've been thinking a lot about suffering. I see a lot of injustices in this world and I have a vision of how to heal them. We, as a human family, seem to have lost sight of the intrinsic human worth of each individual in our search for personal gain and selfish desires. Yet, how can I affect all of these problems when there are so many? Do I just pick on and work on that? Do I try an affect change in all areas? 
A recognition of everyone as worth something would go far in this world. Yet, how is the best way to do this? I hope that by teaching (or youth ministering) I can help affect change. I can teach people and maybe a few will take what I  have said to them to heart and affect change in their own unique way. I just hope I can make some sort of difference in someone's life.


I think Natalie Grant says is beautifully in her song "Human"



We gotta do better than this cuz we only got 
One chance to make a difference 
We gotta do better than this cuz we only got 
One life that we've been given 
A little love, a little kindness 
A little light in this time of darkness 
It'll be what makes us different 
It'll be what makes us human 
I'm human, you're human, we are human