Enough is Enough

I went to the March For Our Live march in DC on Saturday. It was incredible. I am always in awe of marches- I am in awe of people coming together for a common cause and purpose. I don’t know the majority of the people in the large crowds, and yet they feel like friends. We form a community as we march, admire each other’s signs, and voice our opinions. There is something kind of magical about that.

March For Our Lives had all of that, but so much more. It was incredibly impressive watching these group of teenagers. I am in awe of their courage. I am in awe that they would turn their pain into action. It meant so much to me I don’t know how to put it into words. I have not met any of the teenagers that were on that stage Saturday, but I am incredibly fond of them. I really want to give each of them a hug. I want to sit and cry with them. This march was so much more heartbreaking than any other march I have been to before. This is a march that never should’ve happened- no one should ever have to march to demand that our leaders protect the people they represent- especially children and teens. Children and teens should not be terrified that they are going to be murdered as they sit in class. No one should be worried that they are going to be gunned down as they worship in church, attend a concert, or party with friends at a club. People of color especially should not have to worry about getting shot, whether they are at school or walking down the street or anytime they see a police officer. We should not have to worry about this! Children should not be worried about this!

And I promise you I am not wanting to take your guns. Really I am not. I don’t think anyone is. I just want sensible gun reform. I want background checks. I want it to be so hard to get guns. I want it to be easier to get a driver’s license that it is to get a gun. I don’t want people to have guns meant for the military- let’s be honest, who needs that kind of gun on the streets? I don’t want people who are mentally ill, people with a history of violence to be able to get guns. A teenager doesn’t need a gun meant for the military. It should not be this easy.

I am going to be honest: I am tired. I am tired by how easy it is for the wrong people to get their hands on the wrong guns. I am tired of the shootings. I am tired of police brutality. I am tired of those who have the power to change things choosing to take money from the NRA instead of taking the necessary steps to change. I am tired of the fact that guns are more valuable than the lives of children. I am tired of every time I get an alert on my phone of yet another shooting, I think something along the lines of “oh, another one.” I hate that this is normal to me. Shootings never should have been normal, for anybody. I am tired that all of this makes me so incredibly angry all the time.

We can’t make America great if Americans don’t feel safe.

We can’t make America great if Americans are dead.

It’s time for change. It’s time for common sense about guns. It’s time for gun reform.

Enough is enough.

You are so brave.

 

When I started telling people I was moving to a new city with strangers and getting a job through a non profit doing something I had never done before; people reacted in all kinds of ways. They would insinuate I was doing it for money (nope not even close). Or they would say how crazy I am and that they were amazed. People would call me strong and brave. Once I got here it was the same except a lot of people called me brave (still some would call me stupid). People said they wish they could do that, just up and move and change their life. I always reply with why not?

I am not a saint by any means. If there was a scale of saint to sinner I don’t want to know how close to sinner I would be. The Episcopal Service Corps called me to this service because I am not perfect. I know that my personal background and imperfectness makes me unique and an integral part of the church. However, I did not come to this realization overnight. I had pushed down every negative thought about this program. People said I would miss my family too much, the money would not be enough, and the city would not become a home. While I do miss my family a ton I have managed it with phone calls and facetime. The money… well there could always be more but I am doing okay with the amount. This city is beautiful and the community has invited me in wonderfully. All of these things I now know however, one night about a month before the big move I freaked out. I was convinced this was the wrong path, that I had blindly chosen this and I was stressed. Then I thought of my family and how strong they were and how much they had my back. My mom in particular helped me come here.

My mother is one of the strongest and beautiful women I know. All throughout high school my mom’s job became a huge stressor for her. She had over 20 years experience at the hospital in a variety of jobs. Her new manager with little experience and a higher degree than my mom discounted her ideas and service instead of utilizing them. It was beyond frustrating for my mom but she had to get up everyday and go in. She did it for me and my dad. She did it to put food on the table and keep a roof over our heads. My mom once joked while I was filling out college applications that she would go back to school when I did. I laughed and said okay sure you do that. Never in my life did I think she would. I will never forget receiving a call from my mom that she had put in her two weeks at her job and had been accepted into college the same Fall I would be starting (different schools). She told me she hated her job and could not do it anymore she wanted to become a nurse and help people. I don’t think I have ever been so proud of someone in my life. Together we got through school, this past May we both graduated. She once told me when I get my mind focused on a goal Lord help whoever tries to get in my way.

When I am passionate about something my parents back me 100% no matter what. That gave me strength to know that I had to leave and spread my wings. Me moving to Baltimore is about a 6 hour drive away from my comfort zone. Her quitting her job and putting herself first after all the years of putting me and my dad first is amazing. I got a lot from my mom her walk, laugh, and sympathy. Some may call me brave but I think it’s genetics.

Growth

Going through mundane motions of everyday life can be dull at times, but sometimes those mundane actions can have an affect on people. A few months into my year of service at Project PLASE I have a firm grasp on the daily life of the shelter and the clients. Unlike some other shelters, Project PLASE does not kick out the clients during the day time, allowing the clients to feel at home. This really allows me to get to know some of the clients, and their daily routine.  From the outside looking in, it appears to be repetitive life, mostly watching television in the ‘day room’, walking outside for a smoke break, and going to an occasional doctors appointment.

About a month ago, my supervisor began to assign me the task of putting up a weekly word, which would be taped all over the hallway. Every Monday I would choose a word and then proceed to spend too much time picking out a different font and clipart that fit well with the word. Although I enjoy trying to get as creative with clipart as I can, I honestly thought it was the type of thing the clients would gloss over and mostly just ignore. I thought this because this is something that I would do. Last week, one of the clients that I have gotten to know, walks up and mentions that next week the word of the week should be ‘growth’, because she and others have a lot of growing to do. It took me back for a second. Over a month of putting up these words, thinking I was just taping up a piece of paper on the wall, I realized that what I was doing was having an affect on people, brightening somebody’s week, or potentially slightly changing a person’s repetitive lifestyle.

Although it is cliche, it’s important to understand how the simplest actions can have a large impact on other people. Whether it be smiling at a stranger or choosing an appropriate word of the week, we are all confronted with easy choices that can make somebody’s day. These sentiments are things that I have been told by my parents, teachers and other adult figures throughout my upbringing. Although I understood and heard them, I don’t think I ever took their advice to heart. It wasn’t until I experienced one of my simple actions first hand affect somebody, that this sentiment was instilled in me. This cliche is something that I will begin to carry with me for the future.

Advent

Advent has always been a special part of Christmas for me. Ironically it was a tradition I never associated with the Episcopal church. Instead it is a tradition rooted in my childhood. It wasn’t till much later in life did I realize how odd it was for a family of Baptist to celebrate it or for my dad to include it in every church he pastored at Christmas celebrations. To me Advent was normal-it has always been a part of my Christmas.

Growing up, every night the four of us would sit at the dining table next to our lit up Christmas tree and we would light the candles, sing a Christmas song, read a Christmas book, and pick out our favorite Christmas ornaments (we have the greatest tree because of our ornaments-from Star Wars to homemade ones we have names for such as Furby Gone Bad to historical figures such as Queen Elizabeth 1.). We did it every night, including the nights we had the church staff over for a Christmas Party.

I remember as a child loving to watch the candle lights as I listened to the Christmas story and as we talked about Advent and Christmas. I loved experiencing it at church and weaving it into the celebrations there. When I was in Kindergarten when we did projects on the holidays, in all the places where we were supposed to put things like “Christmas Tree” (example: “At Christmas we set up ____”). I put “Advent Candles.”

These days, I mainly celebrate Advent in the Episcopal church. This is only my 2nd Christmas celebrating Advent with the Episcopalians-my first since being confirmed. The thing I love most about Advent as an Episcopalian is it’s a tradition that, for me, is well rooted in my Baptist roots, but it easily flows into my new Episcopalian traditions. It is a familiar tradition. It’s a piece of my past I can include in my present and bring with me into the future traditions.

As we prepare for the coming of Christ, may we light the way and cast off darkness. Let us light our candles and remember the baby that came into the world to be the light of the world.

The Journey Called Discernment

I should start this blog post by saying that I have been discerning the call to ordained ministry in the Episcopal Church. I’ve emailed the Bishop of my home diocese to begin discussing that process. In September, I had an experience that confirmed what others saw in me. At a funeral for someone close to a friend of mine, I felt an overwhelming need to comfort those in grief and to be a vessel of God’s love for others. Not necessarily as in just a friend to others, but a vessel of God’s love in the ordained ministry sense. It’s a hard feeling to describe. It was like God validated something that I had been unsure about and something I had been doubting about myself. Right before I started my service year, I learned that there are people in my life who have seen this call in me before I did. I doubted this because I had a very specific scenario in my head of what the Call would be like. I pictured God opening up the skies, sending a beam of light down upon my face and saying, “Suz, you are Called.” I had heard stories of other ordained or discerning folks talk about their stories, and they all seemed pretty dramatic and wonderful. It made me worried that I wasn’t getting any signal from God like that. And yet, God still called me in God’s own way and I knew it when I felt it.

This feeling led me to think about what this Call is supposed to be – calling me to ordained ministry – what does that mean? What does God want me to do with my Call? This is where the discernment process started for me.

At the beginning of my service year, I felt open to what God wanted me to do. I felt comfortable and confident that everything would be fine. After my “official” Call, I felt God working on my heart. Around the time of our Fall Retreat at the end of October, I felt God opening up my heart and working on things that needed to be worked on. It felt unsettling, but temporary. I had, again, been doubting my ability to fulfil this Call, and then we watched Moana as a part of this retreat. I was reminded that God equips the Called. (Moana wasn’t sure she had all the skills to make the journey, but the Ocean provided. I could write a whole blog post about that alone.) If God is calling me to this ministry, I will be given the tools I will need. What I felt was almost like God opening me up and strengthening things about me, and forcing me to reflect on certain aspects about myself. A cleansing of sorts. God is really good at that. God takes things/people that need work, and God makes them new. It feels like this is part of discernment. Through this journey, God works on our hearts and makes us into a new creation so we are equipped to live into what God is calling us to do. I don’t know everything about discernment, but this is just what I’ve learned so far. I’m still learning.

I’m also learning that discernment is a journey. It is not necessarily a space you travel between Point A and Point B and then finish. It continues. As Christians, we are always asking what we can do next. How can we better ourselves and how can we best use our gifts to glorify God? From what I understand, this is also a part of discernment. With that being said, discernment has had its ebbs and flows. There have been high points and low points for me. Sometimes I have short stretches of doubt where I question why I’m even pursuing this and if I’m even qualified. I compare myself too much. Sometimes it seems like everyone has all the answers but me. Whenever this happens, God sends me something to remind me that all is well and that I’m on the right path. Last week, I walked out of a particularly challenging spiritual direction meeting. There wasn’t anything wrong with what happened, I just wasn’t feeling hopeful about things. I walked out to my car with a lot on my mind. Then, at the edge of the parking lot against the woods, stood a deer. It was raining and dark outside, but there it was. We made eye contact for a brief moment. I started tearing up and looked down at my keys to get ready to leave. I looked back up for the deer and it had gone. I sat in my car for a few minutes before going home and I cried more. Thank you, Lord! In that moment, I felt God’s peace. These are the little moments that keep me going, and I am so thankful for them. Even in our time of complicated discernment, God does not abandon us.

These are things that I’ve learned so far in my discernment process, and I’m still learning. It’ll be an interesting journey, and I am excited to see where it takes me. It seems that all of the ESC-MD Gileads have their own journeys to walk on, and we have the most wonderful support systems for our personal journeys, and the journey of service and intentional community we are walking on together. I thank God for our spiritual mentors, reflection leaders, and our wonderful Program Director for all of the love and support we have been given. I will speak for myself,  but I am so glad to have my ESC family (alumni included) along with me in this journey of discernment. I have always believed that we are called to be in community with one another, and I am so glad to have mine.

What are we waiting for? Oh right, it’s Advent!

I decided to write my blog post today because I have taken on a the #AdventWord challenge. Each day in Advent a different hashtagged word is chosen to share on social media, either with words of wisdom, an image, devotions, inspirational quotes or anything that represents the word to them. It is only day two, so I guess a blog post about the word will work for today!

The word is #Journey. And there are a whole mess of cliches that use the word, and yet none of them fully encapsulate what it means to any given individual. For some the journey is exhausting, and grueling because it allows them to get to a destination and be at peace, or at least be  comfortable. Others experience the journey as formative because it changes them along the way, and once again, gets them to an end point or completion. Others say that the destination doesn’t really matter, it is how you get there. But once again, “there” is a place, a location, a destination, an end point. But what if there isn’t truly an end point? What if when you get to where you think you are done, God puts another journey in your lap? What if  God gives you something new to discover about yourself?

I think that’s is one of my favorite parts of serving in the Episcopal Service Corps away from where I was raised. I didn’t start with a network here when I arrived. I don’t have easy access to my family in order to tap into that support system. I don’t have the church that I grew up in to give me that foundation of strength to go out on a limb and take risks. But I do have my faith, and I do have strength in who I am.

I think separating myself from home is a big step in my personal journey to understand everything I am capable of. Being away from home has allowed me to examine who I am, and how I have grown and changed over my whole life. I have been able to understand what it means to live in a household of people who all grew up in such different ways and belief styles. We all are trying to understand who we are on our own, as well as understanding who we are in relation to each other. This is not an easy journey, but once again, it’s not something that is going to just settle and finally work. We live in a house of unknown variables that could change at any given moment. We can’t just sit around waiting for someone else to do the work, we all have to do it together. We were called to do this work and discern how we live in community. As well as being called to understand how our internal community of six is called to relate to the larger community of Baltimore.

As a larger church community, we are in Advent, waiting for the birth of the Christ child. Which is really a neat time. We are lucky enough to know what is coming, where this journey is taking us. But even after he is born, we have a whole journey ahead of us. Not only do we have a journey that leads us to Epiphany, but then Lent and then on to Holy Week heading for Easter. It’s a long and transformative journey. Jesus had a whole lifetime of journeying to understanding who he was to others. He was created to share and spread the love of God to all the people of the earth. Which, coincidentally, is what we are all called to do in Christ’s image. This is something that I so strongly believe. That we are built to love. It is never our place to judge or change people. It is our responsibility to share our gifts, and our light with the world in order to be prepared for everything that God offers us.

My favorite quote is by Marianne Williamson:

“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates  others.”

To me this is exactly what it means to be Christian, and exactly what it means to live into the image of Christ. Jesus shared his love so openly with the world. He gave and gave, and being with others filled him enough that he was able to continuously give. That sort of generosity is contagious. That sort of unconditional love makes others want to share and be a part of it. The desire to explore one’s faith draws others into the conversation. This is the season of waiting in anticipation. We may know what is going to happen next in the Church year, but it’s our job to discover what happens next in our own journeys.

My journey is only beginning, and I have learned so much already. I can’t wait to see what God has in store for me next!

Good Morning Baltimore

I’ll be honest: Baltimore was never on my list of places to live. In fact, Baltimore was never even on my list of places to visit. The only time I ever really thought about Baltimore was when I watch one of  my favorite musicals, Hairspray. Other than that, it never crossed my mind.

That is, till I applied for ESC. Not only did Baltimore get put on my list on places to live, it was in the number one slot. When my plane landed, I wasn’t really sure what to expect. All I knew of Baltimore was the 1962 Baltimore in Hairspray. In other words, I knew nothing about modern day real life Baltimore. When the plane landed that hot August morning, I found open arms and the adventure of a lifetime waiting for me.

Since then I have made friends who have turned into family as we cooked and ate dinner together, laughed together, and explored Baltimore together. I found wonderful spots in Baltimore, from bookstores to coffeehouses to festivals to parks where I can sit with a stack of library books and read. I marvel at trees with red and yellow leaves that I rarely got home in Texas. I have made friends with toddlers on the bus on the way to work and at town halls. I fell in love with my job where I work with a wonderful group of people and work for issues I am passionate about. I am close enough to DC that I can easily go down for marches and museums. I continue to grow in the Episcopal church and my faith continues to grow stronger.

My adventure in Baltimore is an adventure that I had never thought to dream of, because I only knew of ESC existence a couple of months ago. Thank goodness for google right? But it has been the adventure I needed. In the city I never thought to visit is the city where I am starting to figure out my life. It is in Baltimore that I am starting to figure who I am outside of college and outside of my home state. It has become a place where I continue exploring being a Episcopalian and falling more in love with the Episcopal church every day.  Baltimore has brought on so many wonderful adventures in the two months I have been here so far.

Good Morning Baltimore. What adventures do you have for me today?

Baltimore BookFest

I moved to Baltimore about a little over a month ago to work in nonprofits and what an adventure it has been! So new city, new adventures and a new blog. I am really loving Baltimore so far. And part of that is because of……..
Book Festivals!
As a bookish introvert, a three-day book festival was heaven. The festival was in the inner harbor, so it was along the water, which made it even better. There was tent after tent, each filled with treasures. Some were filled with books, others book related crafts, food, music, and speakers. I went to some tents filled with books so often, the people working there started to recognize me. I was filled with bliss, coming home with my arms and bags filled with books.
I was in heaven.
Other than finding wonderful books and being in a fun environment, one of my favorite things about the festival was the speakers. They had speakers speaking on every topic available. The highlight for me was getting to hear Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie speak (and getting my book autographed). For those who don’t know, Chimanda is a novelist famous for giving TedTalks such as “We Should All Be Feminist.” I have yet to read all her novels, but the ones I have are wonderful and I love her TedTalks.
Chimamanda was intelligent and funny as she was asked questions by both the audience and the moderator. She told stories and ideas that really resonated with me, such as “I think today there are women who are interested in history and politics and high heels.”
But something that touched me was the people who came to listen to Chimamanda. Ten minutes before she came out, the tent was packed, despite the sweltering heat. And so many types of people! There was white, black, Hispanic, women, men, young, old. There was a young Hispanic woman in tears over the impact that Chimamanda’s novels-often dealing with things like race- have had on her life. There was a young Feminist teen shaking over getting to talk to her favorite author. There was a group of old women willing to sit in the heat for I am guessing at least an hour to make sure they got good seats.
This is what I love about books. Books bring people together, it brings people together to share ideas, to bond over favorite books and characters. Books are our power, help shape us and our ideas. Books assure us that we are not alone. To quote Laura Bush: “The power of a book lies in its power to turn a solitary act into a shared vision.”
This is what I saw on a hot Sunday afternoon. I saw people from different walks of life, with different stories and experiences, come together because we have something in common: we were all were impacted by the same author, the same stories.
How magical is that?
Books do that. Books create magic. Books bring people together.

The things we take with us

Living on your own after college is a weird thing. It’s different than going away to college because there aren’t school deadlines and you aren’t living in a dorm. A friend of mine recently pointed out that everyone’s college experience is not the same, so I will speak for myself here. For me, going to college was of course different that what I was used to before and provided a much-needed culture shock in some ways, but it was still a padded experience. I lived on campus all four years (minus the semester I was abroad in New Zealand), which meant that I always had a meal plan and I always had a place to live that was looked after and regulated by the university (UMBC). There was a hearty helping of privilege involved with my college experience, something that has become painfully real to me since meeting other recent graduates from other areas of the country. My point is that even in my privileged experience of college, there were things I learned that have been absolutely pivotal for my transformation into an adult and a functioning citizen of my community. I’ve been reflecting on these things as I have moved out into “the real world”, or as close to “the real world” as you can get in a year-long service program. I’ve been thinking about how the things I’ve learned in college and in my life have supported me and given me the tools to be successful in life. In this blog post, I wanted to share a bit about this as a way to express my gratitude for these things.

I graduated from UMBC with two majors and a minor. I studied Gender and Women’s Studies and Environmental Studies with a minor in Music (fun fact — I sometimes leave out the fact that I have a minor as well, because it makes me feel like an overachieving nerd). As a recent graduate of college, I always get asked how I will use those things for a career. “So, what are you planning to do with that?” Well, the answer is, whatever I dang well please! To be honest, I’ve BSed the answer to this question so far because I don’t truly know what the answer is yet. What I have learned though, is that the things I have picked up and the skills I developed through these top-of-the-line programs at UMBC have stayed with me, and are helping me now. In Gender and Women’s Studies, I absorbed information about how identities intertwine with one another, and can mean privilege or marginalization for people. Intersectionality was one of the most important concepts I grasped as a GWST student (look it up, it’s pretty cool). I also learned about the knowledge of experience, meaning that everyone’s experience as a person, everyone’s story is valid and can be treated as true knowledge that can teach us about our world. I have found these things to be invaluable and applicable to any job, any situation. Of course the information I took in from my Environmental Studies major has been extremely useful as well. I took courses on environmental policy, how gender intersects with the natural environment, how some populations of people are more susceptible to the effects of environmental destruction than others, and so on. In my service placement at Great Kids Farm this year, all of these things are relevant. The Gender and Women’s Studies as well as the Environmental Studies. I’m sure there will be another blog post at some point about how these things are coming into play for me at the farm. So far, I can tell you that the farm serves the children in the Baltimore City Public School system, some of which are in situations where they haven’t been very far out of the city or haven’t been exposed to much in the natural world. A good chunk of this population come from marginalized communities. Gender and Women’s Studies has taught me that the experiences of these children are 100% valid and that their narratives can provide a more complete picture of the world. Environmental Studies has taught me that rotating crops is important, climate change is real and needs to be addressed, and Communities of Color and poor communities are more at risk to feel the effects of environmental damage than white or more affluent communities. This is about environmental justice, which is another fascinating topic to read up on.

These are the things I take with me. Thanks be to God.

Of course my academics will always be useful to me, but the things I learned about interacting with other people and my community from attending UMBC have been more valuable to me than I can actually put into words. Through student organizations such as  Lutheran-Episcopal Campus Ministry (or “Jesus Club” as we have lovingly named it), Students for Environmental Awareness, Student Government Association, Residential Life, participating in the STRiVE Leadership Retreat, and others have taught me about what it means to be a good citizen. How do you work with others for a common goal in an efficient way? How do you network with others in a way to make community partnerships that will strengthen your organization? Who are the stakeholders? Who are your contacts? With these skills of community organizing, I have been empowered to start my own projects. These tools in my community-building toolkit have empowered and inspired me to practice these things in the “real world” and in my year of service. At one point in my life, community organizing and activism seemed like a far-off thing that wasn’t attainable outside of the UMBC bubble, but as I grew and changed, I realized this is not so. I have the power to take the initiative in a project and make it happen.

These are the things I take with me. Thanks be to God.

This blog post has started out as a “what did you learn in college” essay, but I promise you there are other things from my life that I have continued to take with me. I am forever grateful for the tidbits of knowledge my parents have given me. Some of it is practical information such as salt will make water boil faster, always use the buddy system in a new place, why leaving things plugged into an outlet is bad if you’re not using them, how to check my oil in my car, and how to change a tire. Other wisdom has to do with how to treat yourself and interact with the world. Two things that are particularly useful for me at this point in my life are: “Let yourself off the hook” and “Find where you can do the most good”. I should paint these things on our bathroom mirror here at the house so I can be reminded every single day. Let yourself off the hook. Don’t beat yourself up for small things. Find where you can do the most good. How can I best serve my community today? Thank you to my parents, who instilled these things in me.

These are the things I take with me. Thanks be to God.

Finally, and arguably the most important, is my faith. I carry the love of Jesus Christ with me every day and I get to share that with the world. My faith journey has been something like this so far: I was baptized into the Episcopal Church when I was a young kid, I followed my parents and church family and did what I was supposed to do (Sunday school, mission trips, etc), and continued to go to church in college and after college. Except, in college it was different. My family and church family weren’t around to help me decide what to believe about being a Christian. I began to discover that for myself. I am so grateful for this period of learning in my life. Our campus ministry, Lutheran-Episcopal Campus Ministry (“Jesus Club” as I mentioned before) gave me the space to discuss my questions with my peers (and with two awesome campus ministry chaplain ladies) and fill in the blanks for myself. This was my spiritual home, and this is what brought me to the Episcopal Service Corps. I can’t explain how important this ministry is, and how it has impacted my life. For that I say, ALLELUIA! This journey has brought me to a point where I am passionate about sharing the love of Jesus (and the Episcopal Church) with others, which has brought the idea of going to seminary into my head. I will say that I am in a period of discernment, and I am open to what God will call me to do next.

These are the things I take with me. Thanks be to God. AMEN.

God in the midst of us: An overview of things so far

 

It’s been two weeks. Two weeks of getting to know each other, learning about how to form community within the ESC house and in the wider areas of our neighborhood and the city. What does it mean to build consensus? Why should we care about racism as Christians? How do you write a house covenant with guidelines that hold the house community accountable? How can we use one-on-one conversations as building blocks of community? These are only some of the questions we explored in our orientation time. Now, as we are preparing to start our service on Tuesday morning, I have spent some time reflecting on our journey so far, and I have been thinking about how God has been walking with us in our journeys so far.

My journey started on Sunday, August 20th. After my church service at home, I started the drive up to Baltimore from Salisbury, MD (my home). When I was about halfway there, I got a battery light in my car, followed by a check-engine light. Long story short, my mom came to my rescue, helped me load all of my things into her car, and drove me the rest of the way to Baltimore. What a day! I arrived and then went on a walking tour of our neighborhood, Bolton Hill. Having car troubles made the day extremely stressful, and when things are that bad, it is hard to see God working around you. Boy, I was so glad to see my mom that day. God was definitely present there, and also in the conversations we had in the car on the way to Baltimore. It was almost like God was telling me to take some time out and enjoy the company of my family a little more. Don’t take that for granted.

Orientation was full of the Holy Spirit. I have enjoyed all of the conversations about living in intentional community with each other this year. I have also very much enjoyed getting to know the other Gileads and exploring the city with them on our Baltimore scavenger hunt. It just so happens we are all Episcopalians, but have different backgrounds with the Church, and different paths that have led us to our year of service. It fills my heart with joy to be living with Christians my age equally as passionate about justice and service as I am. We will all be doing different kinds of service this year, but it is all God’s work.

One of my favorite parts of orientation was our official commissioning by the Assisting Bishop of the Diocese of Maryland. The Holy Spirit was certainly present when alumni, program team members, ESC MD board members, clergy, and other supporters of the program all gathered together to pray for us and officially welcome us to Baltimore and wish us Godspeed in our service year. My favorite part was the blessing of our hands to do Christ’s work this year. Bishop Chilton came to each of us with a prayer and with holy oil to put on our hands. It was very special.

I have been overwhelmed in the best way possible by the support given to us by the ESC MD team as well as by Memorial Episcopal Church in Bolton Hill. Our residence is part of the rectory of the parish, and we have been so thankful to have such a wonderful place to live in for this year.

And now, we prepare our hearts and minds for our service to begin on Tuesday. I can’t wait to start my work at Great Kids Farm and see where God leads me this year!