Assembly of People Into Giving a Sh*t: May Justice Flow Like a Mighty River

FYI: Assembly of People Into Giving a Sh*t (PIGS) is what Mike and I will name our church, if we ever start one.  The name will weed out a whole bunch of people that care more about language than action.

[Espanol abajo]

Our holiday card was created by our Sarah, who is a talented artist of the Chinese style of ink painting.

It represents our hope for Justice flowing like a mighty river in 2022.

Justice is often a misunderstood concept.

The Department of Justice in the U.S. deals with laws and regulations mostly created by white, wealthy men which makes the Department of Justice a misnomer.

“I want justice for the death of my child…” mostly means I want the person who killed my child to suffer.  

It is understandable, but not justice…this is vengeance.

There was a case here in Nicaragua about two years ago, where one brother killed the other brother in a fit of rage or jealousy or drugs.  I don’t remember.  What I do remember is that the mother begged the judge to let her remaining child go free so that she could still have one child at home.  Odds were good that the murderer would never murder again and the pleas of the mother moved the judge and he granted her her wish.  That was justice…that was compassion.

Professor of Philosophy at Union Theological Seminary, Dr. Cornel West said, “Justice is what love looks like in public.”

When we work for justice we are putting love first.

How do we love our neighbor?  We make sure they have food, security, a home, health care, and the list goes on….that is justice.

How do we love our enemy?  We make sure they have food, security, a home, health care, and the list goes on…that is justice.

Injustice is what greed and selfishness looks like in public.

When society helps the rich get richer while the poor get poorer….that is injustice.

When we ONLY address our own needs or the needs of our family…that is injustice.

When wealthier nations only provide for the security and welfare of their own to the detriment of other poorer nations…that is injustice.

Injustice or the practice of greed and selfishness will lead to war, slavery, poverty, oppression and annihilation.

Justice or the practice of love in public will lead to peace, wholeness, health for all and the world…or life.

Which would you choose to run like a mighty river in 2022?

- Kathleen 

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Ometepe waterfall, Nicaragua - shutterstock licensed photo

PSI: Asamblea de Personas A Quienes Les Importe Un Carajo (PIGS) es lo que Mike y yo llamaremos a nuestra iglesia, si es que alguna vez fundemos una. El nombre eliminará a un montón de personas que se preocupan más por el lenguaje que por la acción.

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Nuestra tarjeta navideña fue creada por Sarah, quien es nuestra talentosa artista del estilo chino de pintura con tinta.

Representa nuestra esperanza de que la justicia fluya como un poderoso río en 2022.

La justicia es un concepto muchas veces mal entendido.

El Departamento de Justicia en los EEUU se ocupa de las leyes y regulaciones creadas en su mayoría por hombres blancos y ricos, lo que hace que el nombre del Departamento de Justicia sea inapropiado.

“Quiero justicia por la muerte de mi hijo…” principalmente significa que quiero que la persona que mató a mi hijo sufra.

Es comprensible, pero no es justicia… Esto es venganza.

Hubo un caso aquí en Nicaragua hace unos dos años, donde un hermano mató al otro hermano en un ataque de ira, celos o drogas. No recuerdo las circunstancias. Lo que sí recuerdo es que la madre le rogó al juez que dejara libre al hijo que le quedaba para poder tener un hijo en casa. Las probabilidades eran buenas que el asesino nunca volvería a asesinar y las súplicas de la madre conmovieron al juez y le concedió su deseo. Eso fue justicia ... eso fue compasión.

El profesor de Filosofía en el Seminario Teológico Union, Dr. Cornel West dijo: “La justicia es lo que parece el amor en público.”

Cuando trabajamos por la justicia, estamos priorizando el amor.

¿Cómo amamos a nuestro prójimo? Nos aseguramos de que tengan comida, seguridad, un hogar, atención médica, y la lista continúa… eso es justicia.

¿Cómo amamos a nuestro enemigo? Nos aseguramos de que tengan comida, seguridad, un hogar, atención médica, y la lista continúa… eso es justicia.

La injusticia es lo que parece la codicia y el egoísmo en público.

Cuando la sociedad ayuda a los ricos a enriquecerse mientras que los pobres se vuelven más pobres… eso es la injusticia.

Cuando SOLO abordamos nuestras propias necesidades o las necesidades de nuestra familia ... eso es la injusticia.

Cuando las naciones más ricas solo proporcionan la seguridad y el bienestar de los suyos en detrimento de otras naciones más pobres ... eso es la injusticia.

La injusticia o la práctica de la codicia y el egoísmo conducirán a la guerra, la esclavitud, la pobreza, la opresión y la aniquilación.

La justicia o la práctica del amor en público conducirán a la paz, la integridad, la salud para todos y el mundo ... o la vida.

¿Cuál elegirías para fluir como un río caudaloso en 2022?

- Kathleen

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Assembly of People Into Giving a Sh*t: Can We See the Divine in People Who Look Different to Us?

 FYI: Assembly of People Into Giving a Sh*t (PIGS) is what Mike and I will name our church, if we ever start one.  The name will weed out a whole bunch of people that care more about language than action.

[Español Abajo] 

Six years ago, Mike and I were fortunate to join our dear friends, Nora and Becky, in Italy for the month of May.  Our last few days were spent in Rome. Mike and I slowly went through the Vatican looking at all the glitz and wealth that overflowed.  We walked out to go into St. Peter’s Basilica and there on the right was Michelangelo’s Pieta.

Mary holding her broken boy on her lap.  Mike and I just stood speechless.  People moved around us and talked in hushed tones but for me, I just stared and tears rolled down my cheeks.  The beauty and pain on Mary’s face.  Giving birth to three sons, I could not imagine holding one of them on my lap dead and crucified… the tears fell faster.

Mary and Jesus were sculpted to look caucasian.  It seems that we who are white find it easier to identify with those who look like us.  The Renaissance painters certainly thought so.  All those white Jesuses, white Marys, and white Gods.

On our last Advent banner we have a Haitian woman holding her baby to represent LOVE.

JHC Advent banner - LOVE

Her skin and her child’s skin are dark as the night…and when on that first Purisima we were told we needed to put up an altar because the community would be expecting it.  We put up our Love banner because she was the only “Madonna” we had here in Nicaragua.  Whether they objected because she was holding a baby or had dark skin… no one would admit, but our Mary was declared “not suitable.” (We still used the banner.)

Because we have such a bias in our art, it makes it hard for others of different skin tones, different facial structure and different hair to identify with the Divine, but more importantly - we who are white fail to see the Divine in people who look “different” to us.

If Mary were depicted all over the United States as our Mary is on our banner, do you think we could whip Haitians from horseback without thought or feeling, people just trying to come to a safe place?

If Jesus crucified were depicted everywhere for hundreds of years as a black man, do you think slavery in the South and lynchings would have happened? Or that Europeans would have carved Africa up like a jigsaw puzzle to make themselves rich?

If Jesus were painted and sculpted as a semite…as a Jew…do you think Nazi Germany would have felt so free to exterminate 6 million Jews?

When we identify with others…when we see the Divine in others…then we can understand that they love as deeply as we do.  That they want the best for their families as deeply as we do. That they want their world to be peaceful as deeply as we do.

Would a sculpture of a poor Mexican mother holding her dead son’s body on her lap after being murdered by a cartel bring us to tears?

That Mexican mother is Mary all over again, and her son is a son of God as well.  Would we cry?  Would I cry?

For God so loved the WORLD…

Not the white people…not even just the humans…but the WORLD.

Can we do less?

- Kathleen 

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Michelangelo's pieta - Shutterstock licensed image

PSI: Asamblea de Personas A Quienes Les Importe Un Carajo (PIGS) es lo que Mike y yo llamaremos a nuestra iglesia, si es que alguna vez fundemos una. El nombre eliminará a un montón de personas que se preocupan más por el lenguaje que por la acción.

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Hace seis años, Mike y yo tuvimos la suerte de unirnos a nuestros queridos amigos, Nora y Becky, en Italia durante el mes de mayo. Nuestros últimos días los pasamos en Roma. Mike y yo pasamos lentamente por el Vaticano mirando todo el brillo y la riqueza que se desbordaba. Salimos para entrar en la Basílica de San Pedro y allí, a la derecha, estaba la Piedad de Miguel Ángel.

María sostiene a su niño muerto en su regazo. Mike y yo nos quedamos sin palabras. La gente se movía a nuestro alrededor y hablaba en voz baja, pero yo solo miraba fijamente y mis lágrimas rodaban por las mejillas. La belleza y el dolor en el rostro de María. Al dar a luz a tres hijos, no podía imaginarme sosteniendo a uno de ellos en mi regazo muerto y crucificado… las lágrimas cayeron más rápido.

María y Jesús fueron esculpidos para parecer caucásicos. Parece que a los blancos nos resulta más fácil identificarnos con quienes se parecen a nosotros. Los pintores del Renacimiento ciertamente pensaban que sí. Todos esos Jesús blancos, Marías blancas y Dioses blancos.

En nuestro último banderín de Adviento hay una mujer haitiana sosteniendo a su bebé para representar el AMOR.

Su piel y la piel de su hijo son oscuras como la noche ... y cuando en esa primera Purísima nos dijeron que teníamos que levantar un altar porque la comunidad lo estaría esperando. Pusimos nuestra pancarta de Amor porque ella era la única “Madonna” que teníamos. Ya sea que se opusieron porque tenía un bebé en brazos o porque tenía la piel oscura ... nadie lo admitiría, pero nuestra María fue declarada “no apta.” (Todavía usamos el banderín).

Debido a que tenemos tal sesgo en nuestro arte, es difícil para otras personas de diferentes tonos de piel, diferente estructura facial y diferente cabello identificarse con lo Divino, pero lo más importante es que nosotros los blancos no vemos lo Divino en las personas que lucen “diferente” a nosotros.

Si María fuera representada en todo Estados Unidos como nuestra María en nuestro banderín, ¿crees que seríamos capaces de azotar a los haitianos a caballo sin pensar ni sentir, personas que intentaban nada más llegar a un lugar seguro?

Si Jesús crucificado hubiera sido representado en todas partes durante cientos de años como un hombre negro, ¿crees que habrían sucedido la esclavitud en el sur de los EEUU y los linchamientos? ¿O que Europa habría dividido África como un rompecabezas para hacerse ricos?

Si Jesús fuera pintado y esculpido como un semita ... como un judío ... ¿crees que la Alemania nazi se habría sentido tan libre de exterminar a 6 millones de judíos?

Cuando nos identificamos con los demás ... cuando vemos lo Divino en los demás ... entonces podemos entender que ellos aman tan profundamente como nosotros. Que quieren lo mejor para sus familias tan profundamente como nosotros. Que quieren que su mundo sea tan pacífico como nosotros.

¿Nos haría llorar una escultura de una madre mexicana pobre sosteniendo el cuerpo de su hijo muerto en su regazo después de ser asesinado por un cartel?

Esa madre mexicana es María otra vez, y su hijo también es un hijo de Dios. ¿Lloraríamos? ¿Lloraría yo?

Porque tanto amó Dios al mundo…

No la gente blanca ... ni siquiera los seres humanos ... sino el MUNDO.

¿Podemos hacer menos?

- Kathleen

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Assembly of People Into Giving a Sh*t: Who Causes So Much Joy?

 FYI: Assembly of People Into Giving a Sh*t (PIGS) is what Mike and I will name our church, if we ever start one.  The name will weed out a whole bunch of people that care more about language than action.

[Español Abajo] 

Purisima fireworks 2021 - photo: el19digital.com

¿Quién causa tanta alegría?  Who causes so much joy?

Our banner for the third Sunday of Advent is JOY.

Purisima is the feast day in the Roman Catholic Church’s calendar that celebrates the conception of Mary without sin.  In other words when Mary was conceived in her mother’s womb it was without sin.

Frankly, I have no idea what that actually means…so here is a description as defined by Pope Pius IX in 1854 (Ineffabilis Deus):

It states that Mary, through God’s grace, was conceived free from the stain of original sin through her role as the Mother of God.

In myths from all cultures, conception and birth are frequently a part of the making of gods and goddesses and I do believe that declaring her conception immaculate lifts her up to an almost divine-like state.

Mary is thought of as The Virgin, she is pure and she spends her heavenly time and space to intercede to Jesus/God on behalf of lay people in their prayers.

The celebration of the Immaculate Conception of Mary is exalted and no country celebrates to the extent that Nicaragua does.  It was documented as early as 1742 that in Leon candles were lit for Purisima.

When we first moved here in 1994, Purisima was a much bigger celebration than Christmas.

Nicaraguans (including government ministries, mayoral offices, and all) put up altars to Mary.  There are some lavish ones and some plain ones.  Fireworks are lit all evening long on the 7th of December until midnight.  People go from altar to altar and sing praises about Mary and to Mary in loud voices (Purisima is also called La Gritería…The Shouting).  Those who have the altars then hand out goodies…and depending on the families’ resources or devotion, the goodies are substantial.

Food…rice, beans, cookies, sugar cane, candy, nacatamales, etc.

Toys for the kids.

Plastic buckets, bowls and many household items.

Non-Catholics opt out of the celebration…unless they are poor and need the food, toys, and household items…then they go out and hope they don’t run into their pastor (who also may be participating because they are also poor).

It is a celebration of joy.  The joy of giving to many and the joy of receiving.  The joy of singing together.  The joy of fireworks shooting up into the sky.  The joy that Mary brings to so many Nicaraguans.

Historically most Nicaraguans are poor. To receive gifts this way at the end of the year is a time of plenty for them. Normally the rains have stopped by now.  The harvests are drying in the fields to be collected.  People who work in the formal sector have just received their 13th month of salary as a bonus (and as required by law), so repairs may be made to roofs or painting the outside of the house.  It is their time of having many of their needs fulfilled.

So gratitude to Mary is expected…because Mary is not only Jesus’s mother but the Mother of all.  In many ways…though it would be heresy to propose this…Mary is the goddess of harvests, family, children, suffering, purity and love.  She bore the saviour.  She raised God’s son.  And she watched her boy die on the cross.  She understands the heartaches of mothers.  She understands the need for harvests and food.  She represents love to many…she is a concrete person filled with love willing to hear the prayers of the suffering and pass them on.

With a Church filled with the ordained as only men…Mary fills a vital role to so many of faith.

¿Quién causa tanta alegría?  Who causes so much joy?

- Kathleen 

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Purisima fireworks 2021 - screenshot from live streaming

PSI: Asamblea de Personas A Quienes Les Importe Un Carajo (PIGS) es lo que Mike y yo llamaremos a nuestra iglesia, si es que alguna vez fundemos una. El nombre eliminará a un montón de personas que se preocupan más por el lenguaje que por la acción.

[English above] 

¿Quién causa tanta alegría? 

Nuestro banderín para el tercer domingo de Adviento es ALEGRÍA.

Purísima es la fiesta en el calendario de la Iglesia Católica Romana que celebra la concepción de María sin pecado. En otras palabras, cuando María fue concebida en el vientre de su madre, fue sin pecado.

Francamente, no tengo idea de lo que eso significa realmente ... así que aquí hay una descripción tal como la definió el Papa Pío IX en 1854 (Ineffabilis Deus):

Afirma que María, por la gracia de Dios, fue concebida libre de la mancha del pecado original a través de su papel de Madre de Dios.

En los mitos de todas las culturas, la concepción y el nacimiento son frecuentemente parte de la creación de dioses y diosas y creo que declarar su concepción inmaculada la eleva a un estado casi divino.

María es considerada la Virgen, es pura y pasa su tiempo y espacio celestial para interceder ante Jesús / Dios en nombre de los laicos en sus oraciones.

La celebración de la Inmaculada Concepción de María es exaltada y ningún país celebra tanto como lo hace Nicaragua. Ya en 1742 se documentó que en León prendieron velas para la Purísima.

Cuando nos mudamos aquí en 1994, Purísima era una celebración mucho más grande que la Navidad.

Los nicaragüenses (incluidos los ministerios del gobierno, las alcaldías y todos) ponen altares a María. Los hay lujosos y otros sencillos. Los fuegos artificiales se encienden durante toda la noche del 7 de diciembre hasta la medianoche. La gente va de altar en altar y cantan alabanzas a María y sobre María en voz alta (Purísima también se llama La Gritería). Aquellos que tienen los altares luego reparten regalos... y dependiendo de los recursos o la devoción de las familias, los regalos son sustanciales.

Alimentos ... arroz, frijoles, galletas, caña de azúcar, dulces, nacatamales, etc.

Juguetes para los niños.

Baldes de plástico, panas y muchos artículos para el hogar.

Los evangélicos optan por no participar en la celebración ... a menos que sean pobres y necesitan comida, juguetes y artículos para el hogar ... luego salen y esperan no encontrarse con su pastor (quien también puede estar participando porque también son pobres).

Es una celebración de alegría. La alegría de dar a muchos y la alegría de recibir. La alegría de cantar juntos. La alegría de los fuegos artificiales disparados hacia el cielo. La alegría que María trae a tantos nicaragüenses.

Históricamente, la mayoría de los nicaragüenses son pobres. Recibir regalos de esta manera al final del año es una época de abundancia para ellos. Normalmente las lluvias ya han cesado. Las cosechas se están secando en los campos para ser recolectadas. Las personas que trabajan en el sector formal acaban de recibir su decimotercer mes de salario como aguinaldo (y según lo exige la ley), por lo que se pueden hacer reparaciones en los techos o pintar el exterior de la casa. Es el momento de que se satisfagan muchas de sus necesidades.

Así que se espera gratitud hacia María ... porque María no es solo la madre de Jesús, sino la Madre de todos. En muchos sentidos… aunque sería una herejía proponer esto…María es la diosa de las cosechas, la familia, los hijos, el sufrimiento, la pureza y el amor. Ella dio a luz al Salvador. Ella crió al hijo de Dios. Y vio a su hijo morir crucificado. Ella comprende los dolores de las madres. Ella comprende la necesidad de cosechas y alimentos. Ella representa el amor para muchos…es una persona concreta llena de amor dispuesta a escuchar las oraciones de los que sufren y transmitirlas.

Con una Iglesia de pastores que son únicamente hombres…María cumple un papel vital para muchas personas de fe.

¿Quién causa tanta alegría?

- Kathleen

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Assembly of People into Giving a Sh*t: Me and Ted Cruz

In the wee hours of Friday morning, Mama woke up with serious pain, and after trying to determine what was going on, Daniel flew through the empty roads of Managua with Mike, Mama, and me going to the hospital.

Mama is 91 years old. She came to Nicaragua Christmas of 2019 to stay a few months, but with COVID-19, she has been stuck here since...much to our great delight. She has been doing very well until the last two weeks when her health has been getting a bit shakier.

After we got to the hospital emergency room and many hours later, the ER doc determined that she had a case of acute pancreatitis. She had to be admitted. So, as I write this on Saturday, she is sleeping in a nice hospital bed with four pillows. I have WIFI. Sarah who stayed with her last night so I could sleep…bless her heart…slept on a pull-out couch with sheets, pillow and blanket. The room is air-conditioned. Everyone in and around the hospital follows PPE protocols to the max. Nurses come in with rolling stations to take her vitals. Mama’s internist speaks English as well as Spanish, so Mama can talk to him directly. And it is really nice, and all I can think of is how glad I am that she can afford to be in this hospital with her insurance so that she feels as comfortable as she can.

 
Nicaraguan public hospitals are great. But they cannot afford all the niceties that this particular private hospital can. This same week, Diana’s son…our office administrator… had surgery in a public children’s hospital…one of the new hospitals built in the last years. He had a good bed. He was in a good clean room and she had a chair to sit with him. The staff did their best to follow PPE protocols.

When Hagan, Diana’s son, went home they did not have a hospital bill. None. So far, we’ve paid out $700 for Mama's ER bill and - I know – even that is a small cost compared to the U.S. health system.

The other thing that I am grateful for is that this private hospital has thorough testing laboratories: besides a battery of blood tests, she has had several EKGs and an ultrasound. The ER doctor thought that maybe Mama was having a heart attack until all the blood work results came back and her pancreas enzymes were “out the roof” and “wacky”…those are both medical terms, I am sure.

I kept thinking about our hemoglobin laboratory machine at our Nueva Vida Health Clinic being broken. What if someone right now had serious pain like Mama's and we could not test them until we come up with the $6,500 needed to replace the machine?

In many ways our clinic services are limited by funding, as are the public hospitals here. Nicaragua is a poor nation and even poor this government has taken amazing steps to bring the quality and access to health care up, but they cannot provide what this private hospital does. Because not only do the public hospitals NOT charge their patients, but this private hospital has a robust tourism plastic surgery service and the hospital was built by the only Central American billionaire who lives and prospers in this poor nation. The hospital is also on the side of Managua that is completely opposite of where we live. Besides being opposite locality-wise…the neighborhoods are wealthier over around the hospital. More infrastructure…more resources…well, you get my drift.

Mama woke up a bit ago and being bored asked me about news. I told her about Sen. Ted Cruz getting in trouble when he flew to Cancun instead of being with his fellow Texans in their time of need. She nodded and smiled…and I thought to myself, “he is in solidarity just about as well as I am, sitting here in the A/C in a cushioned chair in the ‘fancy’ hospital. Cruz wanted to be a ‘good dad’ as he said and I want to be a good daughter.” I should reread my blog on hypocrisy.

My bottom line is that I wish every Nicaraguan could come to a hospital like this and walk out with no bill, unlike we will. I wish every Texan had water and heat no matter the neighborhood they live in. I wish every person on earth had what they need to live and then a bit more to be more comfortable. I do hope that my trying to bring that last bit to fruition makes me not AS hypocritical as Ted Cruz, but I’m not so sure it does.

-Kathleen

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Assembly of People Into Giving a S**t: Mardi Gras

In three days it will be Ash Wednesday... The start of Lent.  For those who are not followers of the liturgical calendar... It is the 40 days before Easter, but omitting the Sundays.  A time to prepare ourselves for the remembrance of the suffering and death of Jesus. 

Many forgo sweets, alcohol, or other luxuries during this time.  Many in the early church fasted for the 6 days... Ate each Sunday... And continued fasting on the following Monday.

Almost like Ramadan... Fasting for long periods of time.

Because of the long fasts, Mardi Gras or Fat Tuesday became a blow-out party. And believe it or not the blow-out party is the topic of this blog.

2014 Mardi Gras - Nica style - Mike, Joseph, Coury, Daniel 

I love celebrating.  As I age, I sometimes... no often times... get tired of doing all the preparations for parties, but in my better times I know that life must be celebrated.

I love Mardi Gras... The masks, the beads, the silliness, the joy.  We were in New Orleans once for Mardi Gras and it was a sight to behold.  Parades, costumes, and joy everywhere.  At midnight beginning Ash Wednesday everything stopped.  Restaurants and bars closed their doors... Lights went out... People went home... And quiet settled in the district.

During the pandemic it feels like every day is midnight before Ash Wednesday.

But all of us must remember that during Lent, Sundays are excluded... Why?  Because Sunday is the day of celebrating the resurrection... Celebrating life.

In most worship services one would never know that people have joined to celebrate the resurrection...life.  One can feel the joy in many African American churches with gospel music reaching the heavens.

Can you imagine every Sunday being a celebration of life in all its glory?  If I could, worship would have singing, dancing, laughing, and balloons, confetti, and maybe some beads.  If I could there would be hugging, holding hands, and more laughing. 

Life is precious.  Celebrate it this Tuesday... This Mardi Gras... And on all Sundays...and every day.

But safely until the vaccines are in our arms... Then watch out folks... Hugs are coming in!

- Kathleen

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