Category: Guatemala

…rising up to take their place, with selfless faith…

The words of that song have been echoing in my head the past two days.  It’s a song I love to sing in worship at Franklin First UMC. It’s a song that expresses what I have been seeing and continue to see in our world.    God is stirring so many people and it is global.  Every generation is being invited to follow that stirring…but there is an obvious rising up of the current generation to literally “take their place” in making this world a different place.  It’s beautiful.   Listen closely… do not miss what God is speaking through them.  It is new. 

We began early and ended late today.  We had reunions, visits and meetings.  We walked the dusty, rocky road of La Toma and if there was anything hard in our hearts it melted away.  It is near impossible to be in this community with a stone in your heart. Sometimes people come with a hammer here, a bit like Jesus being a carpenter.  There is always more to the story…carpenter to Messiah.  Builder to sponsor.  Stone to water.

It is late and we had a long day so I will just share this great joy.  We visited Beatriz late this afternoon. She was surprised to see us and she had an even bigger surprise to share!  A new baby! Elanny is 3 months old and her mother is VERY HAPPY! 

It was so fun so see Beatriz so full of joy and life. Earlier this year when I visited her, the front part of the home was set as an altar for her mother who had just died.  Tonight when we arrived that same space is decorated for Christmas and the altar is being prepared for the nativity. 

Joy was bursting out of every corner of the house and every person’s spirit.  So wonderful! 

Rachel presented Beatriz with a big stack of coloring books and supplies for the children she helps to teach.

We were all awed with little Elanny and rejuvenated a bit from the long day.  There is great joy in this house; not sorrow. And while she is overjoyed being a new mom, she is also talking about the children she is teaching, their needs and all she dreams for them.  We shared greetings from all those who are so close to her and she spoke with much gratefulness for the education she had as a child.  You never know the full impact of building a school to give local children a place to learn and grow.

Mamma Goose (also known as Rachel Williamson) offered a prayer as we were leaving the home of Beatriz. It was the prayer of a mother’s heart.  In those words I heard a vision for Elanny..of having a future and a hope that will be even more than her mom as ever dreamed.  Let us all be still enough to listen…to the stirring of the Spirit…to the coming of Messiah that we anticipate in Advent.  God is rising up the young, the wise, the old and the new.  I just wonder…what is God rising up in you?

My heart is full this morning and the internet (or my computer battery dying..take your pick) limits my writing. We leave Chichicastanengo this morning and travel to the camp at Lemoa where we will have a little fiesta with the students we sponsor. As I poured over their names this morning my heart filled up with love. I am eager for the team to meet the families. I am eager to reunite with them and tell them once again, “we believe in you!” Please pray for us today. Simply that we will be channels of love. Pray that we will carry with us the same intention and grace Christ carried when he stopped to look into the eyes of each person because each one of them is a child of God and worthy of our attention. I am happy!
After this meeting we travel more until we reach Mazatenango and the site where our teams have been staying and serving for many years. It will be a little like going home. Our prayers and love are being sent daily to our friends, families and church. We are so grateful for all of your prayers.

With Joy and Love,

Vona

There is nothing quite as comforting as being in a “foreign country” and connecting with people from your home country. That happened with us tonight. One of the Project Transformation Tennessee interns that I met this summer, Allison Bedford, is here in Guatemala. Our bond was set this summer when we shared stories of Guatemala. Allison read our facebook post yesterday and gave us a call. Tonight she is my roommate and the team spent some time listening to her experiences over the past 2 months. Allison has been volunteering with a church community and village called, Chontala. She has been building relationships, practicing her Spanish and getting to know the Guatemalan people. She learned of this village by participating in missions with the Wesley Foundation at the Wesley Foundation at Florida State University. Allison’s heart was stirred over the 4 years her college friends came here on mission and she returned here to serve as long as she could. She leaves in 3 weeks.

I am happy to see Allison. I am overwhelmed by the connections that God gives us when we have no idea why. Or it is embarrassing to realize that I may be unaware of how strong a scattered people called “disciples” can be when each person is listening and following the path God has set before them. It’s funny, I don’t think of Gautemala as a “foreign country” anymore. I didn’t realize that until I just typed it. I simply think of it as a southern neighbor with a very different culture.

Steve Fulton had a similar experience as he reunited with Pastor Tomas today. Just 3 months ago Pastor Tomas and Doris were guests in his home in Frankin, TN. He had no idea that he would be in a meeting with them in Guatemala before the year ended! It makes me laugh…seriously…the Spirit will do whatever the Spirit will do. Our role is to follow.

I was amused (and I appreciated) the order and organization of our meeting today. Pastor Tomas is definitely a “Methodist”! He had an agenda and followed it! The Guatemalan people are particularly intentional about greetings, thanksgivings and blessings. During greetings there is an introduction of each person in the room. Over 10 leaders came to be a part of the meeting today and each one introduced themselves.

I loved having Steve and the Rachels in this meeting. It tells me the Lord is stirring hearts to help and lead. This relationship and the mission of Guatemala is a mutually beneficial friendship that allows all of us to be transformed for the glory of God. If we are to be the kingdom of God, if people are going to believe the stories they hear of Christ’s presence on earth…if this is who we are then we must live that life expressing love with one another in whatever way God leads us. It doesn’t always mean going across countries, it simply always means: “follow me” when the Spirit speaks. I pray our church – and the WHOLE church across the world – will keep listening and following. Let it be.

The “Unexpected Guatemala Team” that is on the ground right now is a visible act of people taking steps of faith. Steve Fulton called several weeks ago with a strong nudge to help by coming to assess the numerous projects Pastor Tomas and Doris shared with our church when they visited in August.

Steve has a mind for detail and assessment. He knows construction. He knows project management. He and his wife, Sherry, have served as host for many of our Guatemalan guests over the past 2.5 years so he is open to learning about the culture.

Rachel Williamson (Mammagoose) took a step of faith with a call that came about 3-4 weeks after Steve’s. She was having a strong nudge too. Her gift is art and a gigantic heart. She expresses some of that through photography and wanted to come help by taking pictures. A large church needs several people who are willing to share their gifts to help tell the stories God is writing in our church family. Rachel is taking photos so we can share the larger story.

She brings wonderful ideas and most importantly, a respect and love for God’s children here in Guatemala.

Rock, (or Rachel Luna, as her parents named her) is learning by experience (the good, bad and ugly) what goes into planning an international mission. She was with me when we took the youth to Nicaragua in 2008. But she is not here as a high school student today; she is here as an incredibly talented young adult that is making a difference with her life. We were blessed to find her between her college graduation and the “next step” of her professional life as a social worker with a long life already of mission and service. Rachel is a “rock” and I wonder sometimes if the disciple Peter, may have been her brother…

In the 90’s some other people took a step of faith. A Methodist pastor in Guatemala had women coming to him in need of food and shelter. Their husbands and/or fathers had died in the Civil War and they were in great despair. He knew that helping had to be more than giving something to eat. His step of faith and the faithfulness of others to support him, established a mission called Ruth and Nohemi. Here the women learned to sew and make an income to support their families. We did learn from Pastor Deigo, who currently leads this mission, that the original women are passing their trade along by training the youth. And as it ha

We visit this mission often to hear the story, support their business and to be reminded that one step of faith when we’re following Christ, can change the world one life at a time. Primarily…it changes those who need it most: each one of us. Lord, may our hearts always be open enough to hear your nudge and simply follow one step of faith at a time. Let it be.

The team has arrived and the learning is in full swing. Yesterday was a day of movement. At the end we landed in Chichicastatenango. It is cold, colorful and beautiful. This is an odd place to begin our experience, but it provides a context for the visit to Pastor Sebastian’s church this afternoon. But first…the Sunday market. Sunday morning is a market day in Guatemala and while that seems so unusual for us “Tennesseans”, it is the norm of the culture here. Worship happens in the afternoon or, as in the case of the church we visited today, they worship on Monday.

The market is situated between two churches where people gather and enter for prayer. The steps of the church are filled with women selling fresh flowers and candles, people sleeping or waiting, visitors hustling about the crowd. Incense is thick and the clouds are visible…welcoming the prayers of the people as they find their way up through the crowd, in between the gatherings of trade, and to the altars of prayer. The Mayan and Catholic traditions are visible. The faith and hope of the people stands on their faces. Light another candle, add another prayer, speak to God in this place. We are guests in this culture. I want to blend in the same way the incense hangs in the room…listening as the prayers of the saints rise.

We were welcomed with a marching band of youth from the community and church at Xepezol. They played a song and Pastor Sebastian welcomed us. Then we all marched with the band and into the sanctuary. Worship was great. Lots of music and reading of Scriptures. Many greetings and saludos. This particular church reminded me of ours in Franklin, TN. They have two music groups; need more space; and there are children everywhere!

I preached in the church today which is a very humbling experience. Chester translates with ease so the language barrier seems not to be quite as limiting as it may seem. There is something about worshipping with people of another language and culture that resets my spirit to the greatness of God. It’s hard to accept how easy it is for God to be limited to the depths of my personal experience. How do any of us ever think for even a moment that we know the fullness of all the ways God speaks and manifests the Holy?

Looking around in the sanctuary today and I see the expressions of prayer and devotion. I sense the Spirit moving through the congregation and at times being palpable. We join in. Different languages and cultures. Different expressions and rhythms. One God. One Christ. One Spirit. I do believe that the church that represents the body of Christ is strengthened when we approach the throne of God together. It is an act of faith. It says we believe in the words: all tribes, nations, languages and races will be gathered in worship and praise. (Revelation 5). Every now and then we need to practice this unity in a very tangible way because it offers us a perspective of unity in Christ that our spirits need. Wherever and however that can happen, let it be.

The songs of birds that rise in the early morning bless me. Seeing my cousin as I venture into the kitchen where the smell of coffee beckons me causes me to praise. What happened yesterday? How did it unfold for us to be sitting at a table far above the little city of Xela, sharing a meal with friends in Guatemala?

For me, this is the movement of God simply offering tables, graces and places to show us more. We have shared many tables in the past few days. In fact, as I pause long enough to write, I realize that we have moved from one table to another…each one a gift of immeasurable grace.

We met Lucia and Irene in a little café after work (it is not a holiday in Guatemala). We drank hot chocolate and spoke again of deep things. We recalled the short time of our knowing one another (Lucia and I first met 4 months ago when the team was here on mission) and all that has unfolded. We are all pulled to something deeper. Aaron in his work in California; Irene with her work with many nations; Lucia with her work with women here in Guatemala; me with the church in all the ways and places God manifests it. We listen and watch daily to make sure we hear, see and honor that pull. And so…God speaks. Let it be.
This is a table in my home of Tennessee that Lucia and I shared with friends this summer.

I end with an excerpt of a poem I penned earlier this year about another table of friends. And the words echo in my ear as I type…”thou prepares a table before me…”
Holy space of love gathering
Broken yet redeemed
Aging and full of youth
Stories… life history unfolding
Assembled; present.
Still more yet there is to greet
as hope and love unexpected meet
over egg sandwiches at midnight.
Celebrations and disappointments
News and sharings of life’s ebb and flow
This Holy space
leaves faith a trace
where Love remains to grow.

I am here…drawn to your Table
Arriving by way of Grace.