Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Journeying from Belfast

Reflections on this year and what it has meant will last a lifetime, but as Karl and I prepare to leave Belfast, I thought I would put up a post about leaving Belfast.  For those of you who were at Whitehouse Sunday morning, you have heard a lot of what is written in this post.  Most of it comes from the address I gave in church.

In Luke 9 Jesus sent his disciples out to proclaim the Kingdom of God, and he told them to take nothing for the journey – no staff, no bag, no bread, no money, no extra shirt.  After what has been a tremendous year, it is time for Karl and me to set out on another journey – we will be leaving Belfast and going back “home” for four weeks (I am using the term home lightly here, let’s just call home a place where you gather with loved ones) and then will be moving to Tucson, AZ to serve another year with the Young Adult Volunteer program. 
In my time at Whitehouse, I was able to explore my spiritual gifts and received tremendous spiritual nourishment from the people and ministry of the church.  Whitehouse is a very special congregation, and I feel truly blessed to have been given the opportunity to be a part of it.  I was involved in so many aspects of the church’s life and was given the opportunity to work amongst a wide variety of people who had different gifts and personalities to learn from. 
So what will I be taking with me on my journey as I go back home?  One thing for sure is the practice of prayer.  Whitehouse is a body of believers rooted in prayer. 
On my first Sunday at Whitehouse, I walked through the doors and was immediately invited into the kitchen to have a cup of tea (Helen had already taken my order on Facebook the night before).  While Helen was pouring my cup of tea, I received hugs from everyone in the kitchen, the longest of which came from May. Before I could finish drinking my cup of tea, Francis invited me into the lounge to prayer over all of the aspects of the service that morning.  This was just the first of many prayers that I was part of at Whitehouse.  It is so important to keep God central to what the church is doing and to communicate with our Father in heaven, and Whitehouse has truly helped me to grow in my prayer life.
Another thing I will be taking on my journey is the principle of reconciliation.  There is conflict everywhere in this world and inside of us.  Northern Ireland is one place of many in this world that experiences division in everyday life, and living here helped me to learn different ways of reconciling conflict.  All conflict can be approached in a nonviolent manner to work towards peace, and this was evident in my time this year.
Every Thursday, I took part in the Friends and Neighbors Lunch Club.  A lot of people from the church attend this club in addition to four Catholic ladies from the neighborhood.  My favorite part about lunch club was the fellowship time before the meal.  Each week we enjoyed each other’s company while doing some fun activity Wallace or Colin had planned.  Whether we were playing boccia, doing a beetle drive, having a sing along, or just enjoying a cup of tea, the morning was filled with friendly conversation and laughter.  The people there were not concerned about differences they had with each other, but instead came together each week to join in fellowship and enjoy one another’s company.
When I journey from here, I will also be taking a sense of community with me.  This year, I experienced different forms of community through my time with the other YAVs and with Whitehouse.  What I want to take home from these experiences is the idea of loving and supporting one another through all times. Whether times are happy or sad, exciting or boring, scary or safe, comfortable or uncomfortable, easy or challenging, we must love and support one another. 
When I was away in Tremont for the youth mission trip, our group experienced what is was to be a community.  We shared a living space for an entire week, studied scripture and prayed together, and we lived with one another through times of joy, homesickness, frustration and goofiness.  My favorite part of the trip was our last devotional night when we gathered around a campfire to talk about the Holy Spirit.  That night helped our sense of community to grow even stronger.
Something that goes hand in hand with the love and support of Whitehouse is the act of hospitality, and that is another thing I want to take away with me on my journey.  From the moment I arrived at Whitehouse, I received tremendous hospitality.  During our first week in Belfast, our whole group of YAVs spent three days visiting each other’s churches in order to get an idea of what everyone would be doing during the year.  The day we visited Whitehouse, we were served a delicious chicken bake for lunch complete with apple tart and cheese and biscuits.  After the lunch was over, Betty told me that I better learn how to eat because I would be fed a lot of meals this year.  Well she wasn’t lying! 
Karl and I were welcomed into so many peoples’ homes and lives this year, and we are so thankful for the extra effort everyone made in helping us to feel welcome.  I did not experience too much homesickness this year, and I attribute that to the tremendous hospitality offered to Karl and me.  As Christ said, “What you have done for the least of these, you have done for me,” I want to take the act of hospitality I was offered from the people of Whitehouse and Belfast and extend it to all those I meet.
Lastly, I want to take what I learned about the body of Christ on my journey.  Effective ministry and the illumination of the Kingdom of God cannot be achieved alone or even by the hands of few.  Through my involvement in all of the various activities that go on in Whitehouse (GB and BB, Tots & Co., Tea and Coffee Morning, the Healing Service, Alpha and bible study, Luncheon Club and SWAT), I experienced the body of Christ working wonderfully.  There are so many people in the church who give of their time and talents, and that is what being part of the body of Christ is all about!  There are people gifted in pastoral care, youth activities, cooking, organizing social events for all ages of the church family, people gifted in conducting business matters of the church, welcoming, teaching, praying, nurturing, listening and much more.  When I go back to the States, I want to always remember being a part of this body and inspire other people to use their gifts to become part of the body of Christ.
So, when I journey from Belfast, I will be taking a number of things with me that are more important than a staff, a bag, bread or money.  I will be forever grateful for my time at Whitehouse and the innumerable moments which helped me to grow in my faith and love for God and His people.  I am very sad to be leaving the people I grew so close to over this year, but in the words of Dr. Seuss, I will not cry because it is over, but smile because of all that has happened.

Friday, July 13, 2012

A Trip Down South and the 12th of July


Cork University Campus
Karl and I love traveling by train and had not yet ventured further south than Dublin.  So, we decided to take a trip to Cork and Killarney this past week.  We started our trip by taking the long journey down to Cork and stayed one night there.  We didn't do too much while in Cork, but made the most of our time - walked through the shops in the city centre, visited the English Market, saw an exhibition called the Sacred Modernist by Josef Albers at the Lewis Glucksman Gallery, and walked around the Cork University campus. 

Cork University Campus
From Cork, we took the train to Killarney to spend the next four days.  We booked a room at a bed and breakfast directly outside of the national park, and spent our time in Killarney taking various walks, exploring the park.  I highly recommend visiting Killarney National Park - it is filled with beautiful scenery and plenty of attractions to keep you busy.  In our time at the park, I think we probably walked about 40 miles by the time we visited Muckross Abbey, Muckross House and Gardens, Torc Falls, Dinis Cottage, Meeting of the Waters and Ross Castle. 


Muckross House

View from Torc Mountain

Climbing Torc Mountain

Torc Falls
As all good trips come to end, we took the long train ride home on the 11th, and got home in time to drop our bags at our flat and head to Karl's minister's house for dinner.  She offered to have us over for a meal and then take us around to some bonfires being lit for the celebration of the remembrance of the Battle of the Boyne in 1690.  Over the past few weeks, we have been watching the construction of various bonfire sites all over Belfast.  Some of the bonfires are small and are meant for kids, while others are absolutely humongous, reaching heights of 150 feet.  The bonfires are actually quite impressive structurally, you might even say they are a work of art.  But these works of art are quickly tainted by the addition of Irish tricolor flags, images of the Pope and the Virgin Mary, and derogatory words against Republicans and Nationalists. These items and images are added to the bonfire structures and are scorched when the fires go off around midnight.  While some might say the bonfires are good craic, I was quite saddened by parts of the experience.  I stood watching the flames flare, as hundreds of people stood around me getting drunk and trashing the neighborhood in which they live.

Following the night of the bonfires, the 12th of July is a day in which many Unionists and Loyalists gather to watch the band parades of the Orange Order.  Karl and I went out with some friends from Whitehouse to watch the parades on the Lisburn Rd.  We had a fun time watching the bands, eating burgers and chips and getting ice cream.  Although, it was hard to completely enjoy myself when I kept thinking about the underlying issues behind the band parades.  They are a celebration of a deeply contentious date and are celebrated by only one side of the community in Northern Ireland.  Now, I understand the desire to remember momentous occasions in history with joyful celebrations - each year I celebrate Easter, the 4th of July, Thanksgiving and Christmas.  And maybe I am reading too much into the 12th of July as an outsider to this country.  But with each step of a marcher, beat of a drum, blow on a whistle and cheer of the crowd, it seems that lines of division between Protestants and Catholics are being highlighted. 

The efforts of those people working towards peace and reconciliation in Northern Ireland are being setback each year as feelings of hatred, fear, hurt and sadness are stirred up during the bonfires and band parades.  As you read this, please say a prayer for the people of Northern Ireland, that peace may come and division may cease.

I took some photos at the bonfires and parades, but BBC did a better job in capturing the moments. In Pictures: Northern Ireland's 12 July