Monday, February 25, 2008

Blessed are.......

Blessed are the poor in spirit,
for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

4 Blessed are those who mourn,
for they will be comforted.





5 Blessed are the meek,
for they will inherit the earth.


6 Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness,
for they will be filled.


7 Blessed are the merciful,
for they will be shown mercy.

8 Blessed are the pure in heart,
for they will see God.


9 Blessed are the peacemakers,
for they will be called children of God.



10 Blessed are those who are persecuted because of righteousness,
for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

Matthew 5:3-10

Yesterday at church our Pastor gave a sermon from the Beatitudes...
He explained that one way of viewing the kingdom of God is "kinship", or living in communion and relationship with those around you.


He also talked about righteousness being translated as justice. Justice is treating others in a fair or reasonable manner, especially in the ways decisions are made.

This sermon struck a pretty deep chord, especially during the Lenten season.

Sunday, February 17, 2008

Injera Mercado!





This weekend I helped Kelsey out with her siblings as her parents were away for the weekend. Her two youngest brothers are from Ethiopia... So, on Saturday night we went to Faskia, a local Ethiopian restaurant and had injera & dora wat! Injera is a soft pancake like bread. It is used as a plate & utensils. You tear off a piece of the injera and fill it with whatever type of meat or vegetables you order. It was delicious. Tekle who is 6, began the day by saying it was going to be "the best day ever." I think both Tekle (6) and Aaron (3) thoroughly enjoyed their dining experience.


Below is a video of Tekle & Aaron Counting to ten in Amharic.





Aaron demonstrating Ethiopian and American culture by wrapping a french fry inside of injera & dipping it in dora wat...



Wednesday, February 13, 2008

JOY...

A few of the kids who brought joy to my life this past week.....



The Bethel girls team played hockey with the DinoMights girls this past week.




My neighbor Savannah.. Could she be any cuter?



Emily & Salma...



My neighbor Delone! He is growing up SO FAST...

Wednesday, February 6, 2008

Does that sound like Justice?

Check this out.
I read this posting from a link Kelsey has on her blog
Does that sound like justice?

Monday, February 4, 2008

Life itself is grace...

Grace is defined as...

1.gift of God to humankind: in Christianity, the infinite love, mercy, favor, and goodwill shown to humankind by God 2.generosity of spirit: a capacity to tolerate, accommodate, or forgive people 3. elegance: elegance, beauty, and smoothness of form or movement

"Listen to your life. See it for the fathomless mystery that it is. In the boredom and pain of it no less than in the excitement and gladness: touch, taste, smell your way to the holy and hidden heart of it because in the last analysis all moments are key moments and life itself is grace."
-Fredrich Buechner.

It has been an eventful week... I began a masters program for my K-8 licensure in Education last Wednesday.
On Friday our neighbor who lives below us "L" ( 16 years old, with a 8 month old baby girl) had a severe asthma attack. She is still in the hospital, on a ventilator in a sedative coma. On Saturday my roommates and I went on an overnight retreat which was fabulous.





Then on Sunday I took Kelsey, who I mentor to practice driving for her road test that she will HOPEFULLY be taking this month!


Sunday evening I went back to the hospital to visit my neighbor "L" who is still in a sedative coma as I write this. I don't even know where to begin explaining her family situation. I wrote a post earlier about taking her to juvenile court due to truancy violations.
I am going to try my best to paint an accurate portrayal of this family.
L's Mom, "Sharon" is one of the most selfless people I have ever met in my entire life.
"Sharron" is Mom to so many people beyond her 4 biological children. Currently her cousin's two kids are living with her, as well as 3 other relatives. Her cousins two kids are definitely an intergral part of our house. They are the community's kids." They are even the ringbearer and flower girl in one of my housemates weddings this summer.










"Sharron" is undergoing dialysis, and is often tired. She lives in poverty, yet is continually offering what she has to others.
On Sunday night when I went to visit "L" in the hospital much of the time was spent in the "family room" the hospital provides for people who have someone in the Intensive care unit. I ended up talking for quite awhile to "Sharron's" cousin who is the actual Mom of two of the kids "Sharron" currently has living with her. "Sharron's" cousin, "Melissa" is only 27 and has 5 kids. Her boyfriend and her are living in one of the homeless shelters downtown. After visiting "L" in the hospital I dropped "Melissa" and 3 of her children off at the shelter. As I pulled away I wept.... I wept tears for the lives of people I know, and the people I will never meet. I wept for the injustices of the world. I wept because of the questions I have...
My friends, Kenny & Julia are currently living in Uganda working for an organization called Food for the Hungry. On their most recent blog they wrote about the earthquakes and riots occurring in Rwanda and Kenya. Kenny & Julia's blog.
I recently began reading "The Hungering Dark" by Fredrich Buechner. This book has given me an insight into what it means to seek after the heart of God in our brokenness, or lack of understanding in certain situations.

Friday, January 25, 2008

Pizza and college hockey....







L to R: Janaya, Sandy, me, Ty'netra, Markeitha ( "Dominique" ), Amy, Lacy
bottom row: Daisy, Jessica, Erica & Kathy



The girls with Coach Amy.



Lucy and Nancy.

Tonight the DinoMight girls journeyed to a Bethel hockey game.
11 girls came
5 extra large pizzas and 6 pitchers of pop were consumed. WHOA!
They played "I spy" for the entire car ride to the game( 1/2 hour)
2 quality hours of watching hockey were had...
They loved wearing "vintage" Bethel college jerseys, and cheering on the team.
Some of the players came out afterwards to meet the girls and give them a tour of the locker room.
They played Concordia, and unfortunately lost 1-3...
Yet, the girls talked about how much fun they had at the game for the entire car ride back to Minneapolis.

Monday, January 21, 2008

I have a dream.

In honor of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr...
An excerpt from his "I have a dream" speech.

As we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied, as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating "For Whites Only". We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.

Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.

I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal."

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; one day right there in Alabama, little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.

This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the South with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring."

And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!

Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California!

But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!

Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

And when this happens, when we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"