It’s been a while since I’ve written anything.
To an extent it’s because I’ve become trapped in my own thoughts, most not worth writing about.
Our world is in turmoil since November 4th and the easiest way out would be blaming Trump and moving on. However, if I’m going to honest it’s not about Trump or anybody else, it’s about me because I am part of a society that is liable for placing Trump where he is right now.
The funny part is that as an American citizen I can’t vote for president unless I’m living in one the continental states, however I am affected directly by the President’s policies.
Policies that will make the rich, richer and the poor, poorer.
Basically because we’ve forgotten to give each other hope in a recession because of our egocentricity, and have been held prisoners by a rhetoric delivered with a 5th grader’s vocabulary. And all of a sudden we think that we can make America great with hatred and escalated verbal and physical violence.
Not taking into notice that America can be built greater if we build communities where people can come together and find solutions to the problems we face together regardless of the differences we have.
Most of the time life is hard for so many reasons and we just forget to hope and believe. Which is by the way ironically is one of the things I think I am, a believer.
Life presents us with so many horrible situations where we have to make a stand or just simply walk away. The coward in us wants to walk away and be settled in a status quo that most of the time will lead us to live half alive and half dead. Probably the people who created The Walking Dead with its one line plot feed upon people like me or maybe you.
The dreamers in all of us wish that our problems would just melt away like lemon drops, but its not that simple. Caring for others is hard enough, imagine if we tried to be changers in a society that is more and more about the individual and less and less of our problems as a community or country.
Tonight as I searched for songs for a conversational English course that I’m teaching, I came across one of my favorite songs that transported me back to 6th grade and back to my dreams of finding a place of happiness somewhere over the rainbow.
I felt moved as I listened to Israel Kamakawiwo’ole sing about hope and happiness, and felt such a coward for not standing up to life’s endless situations.
My husband is about to loose his job because of a partial close of a pharmaceutical company, hence it’s no secret that we are all touched by the ups and downs of an uncertain economy. However, all of us need to hold on to believing that in someway or form are dreams may come true if we are brave enough to believe.
And that my dear readers may sound to many as something delusional to an extent, but nevertheless don’t underestimate the power of hope.
Hope is the engine of our lives, making us stand stronger in the face of adversity and when the day comes to an end and we welcome the night expecting something good to happen the next day with the rise of the sun.
May we all rest tonight expecting a brighter and better day tomorrow. Life is waiting for us whenever we’re ready to embrace it.
See you around the corner.
This question popped up recently during a conversation with one of my sons.
It actually popped up when he was talking about how one of his classmates each time they were working on an investigation would say, “With God’s help” at the beginning of each lab session. Even though he kept his thoughts to himself, he really didn’t agree with her. He thought, “Do you really think God cares about this?”.
Well, immediately he landed the question, I gave him the “I’m going to have to knock some sense into you right now” look.
My immediate reaction was, “Whoa, what’s gotta into you today?”
He said, “Stop Mom, what I’m trying to tell you is that there is so much going on in the world that my investigation isn’t God’s priority right now, we’ll just have to figure it out on our own.”
He went on to tell me that everything in our world is about balance. He believed in a Superior Being that guided us through life, but it wasn’t really about us as individuals.
His words stayed on the back of my head for some weeks.
In developed countries like ours, most of the things we tend to worry about are basically stupidities.
It’s not a secret that I’m one of the Frozen Chosen and we’ve made the news lately because our denomination is open not only to non-celibate homosexuals being ordained, but also to same sex marriages.
Well, for some that makes us the chosen from hell kind of Christians.
Well, if you think about Jesus and what and who He preached to, it’s not that bad. He taught us through example to love the outcasts and those who have no worth to society.
There is a saying in Spanish that goes, “Lo menosprecian” meaning people who think others are worthless because of how they’ve acted in the past. Wow! Are we full of it, or what?
People aren’t perfect and that’s part of our humanity, when the time comes we’ll know if we were right or way wrong. However, the only one that will set our record straight will be God.
Moving on to our main discussion, which is,
“If God really cares about the menial stuff we worry so much about?”
My answer would probably be, that he cares about us. The rest He tends to rely on our practicality and good judgment to deal with the rest.
In a world where famine is basically the major problem that leads to major issues. Professor Michael Chossudovsky perfectly outlines the situation when he writes,
“The New World Order feeds on human poverty and the destruction of the natural environment. It generates social apartheid, encourages racism and ethnic strife, undermines the rights of women and often precipitates confrontations between nationalities.”
There is much more where this came from and we can go on forever discussing the reach of all these factors, however, the important thing here is that we really don’t know first hand what famine is.
We’ve become God’s spoiled brats.
The United States government issued the poverty line for Puerto Rico to be fifteen thousand or less. IN other words, if you make $1,250 per month you are going to face economic prejudice. In Puerto Rico sad to say, it’s not really about education, or your ability to land a great job, it’s more about who you know and the connections you have. So many of us have to make ends meet with an yearly income of more or less twenty thousand.
We need to step out of our insularism.
Let’s look at Haiti, not very far away from Puerto Rico, with a major per capita income of $400 a month. In other words my friends, a monthly income of $33.
I feel wealthy in comparison, but what do I really do about it?
Does God care about all these dramatic issues?
But, I might just wonder for a second, that He’s going to care more about Haiti than for us. Specially in a world where large areas of our global population live below the REAL poverty line where famine is just a step away.
Does he really care about our Church’s Anniversary itinerary or about what we think is sin, or all the debate that has our local synod buzzing or does He care a bit more for Rosa Robles who lives in sanctuary in South Side Presbyterian Church?
A temple that not only is where people gather to worship, but also is a home for a woman and her family. Where it’s members protect and become our Lord’s hands and voice to help one of his children facing the government.
Our denomination has such a strong social justice calling and basically one of the things that makes me Presbyterian.
That’s why not only do we believe in equality for ALL of God’s children, we also care enough to donate our time and resources to a small Kitui (Kenya) area for it to have enough water to build a strong community where resources like water are now close and not miles away from home.
Less then thirty people were able to work with this community to help them complete this project. God cares enough to move our spirits towards generosity to give freely and joyfully to this and other projects through One Great Hour of Sharing.
If we have to deal with chronic illness, homosexuality, divorce, separation, grief, economic hardship, family issues, deciding to get married or not, our children, our personal projects, money or jobs and so many more other things then let it be.
All of these situations are particular to each one of us and all come in boxes that our Lord places in our hands with ribbons. The ribbons are the many opportunities He gives us to handle them.
The truth is, we want our lives to be perfect, and that my friends is not going to happen. So, in a sense you can say God cares, but not as much as He does for those who struggle each day for survival.
So my dear “amigos” and “amigas” please let’s get over ourselves and open up to a global world that has more to the eye then we can possible see. Life is full of endless opportunities and blessings, just stretch out your hand to catch some of them and never stop believing in yourself or life’s beauty.
“Hasta la próxima.”
The last day of the year.
As last night’s shadows disappear slowly and our new day rises bright and clear, that’s how I want to think about the end of 2014 and the beginning of 2015.
Everyone today hurries to scribble their resolutions and hopes for the upcoming year and that’s fine. There is absolutely nothing wrong in hoping to carry ourselves better than the day before.
When the 31st came around last year, my husband and myself wrote down some financial goals. We were hoping to commit and do them in 2014, but life got in the way. From the get go 2014 proved hard to live through. My father in law passed away in January 24th, and my health took a toll in February that lasted almost until almost “yesterday”.
Today I’m more than ready to let 2014 go. Our financial goals are still written and since faith is a resilience thing, we will be working on those same goals during this upcoming year.
However, it’s not only about our plans or goals. It’s about letting things go and building or reconstructing new ones. The end of the year is a perfect time for this. It’s a stop and go situation, where we get to close the door on all the ugly stuff and try to make it to the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
I really hope this doesn’t sound silly or ridiculous in fact. But, it’s important to once in a while let yourself dream a bit. When we close ourselves to hope, or to believing we shut down an important part of living.
Life has less beauty then many would really like, so it’s in a very limited window of time that we get to feel blessed or content with all that surrounds us.
My grandmother would always say, “No hay felicidad completa.”. Meaning that happiness in our lives will never complete, probably it had to do with the time she grew up in. The situation in our Island in the beginning of the 20th century wasn’t easy, opportunities and food were scarce and she was more than entitled to her jaded view of happiness.
Although knowing this hasn’t stopped me from believing that she had a point.
Even in moments where we are totally happy there is always a thorn to our side on some particular thing.
Even if 2015 doesn’t live up to what we want out of it, it’s okay because “no hay felicidad completa.” It’s only a matter of perspective, and knowing that a bit of hope will do us no harm and so much good can come out of it.
Let’s get going and write those resolutions or hopes down on a piece of paper where we can see and believe in them because that’s what life is all about. Some good and some bad, but hey remember it’s all about hope.
So, “mis queridos amigos y amigas” thanks for being part of my life through my blog in this 2014 and never stop believing in yourself or the good of life.
“Hasta la próxima” and Happy New Year!
This journey we call life is full of things that are dark and seem to be endless, surrounding us in a pitch darkness.
I know for a fact that some people don’t have time, energy or even care enough to indulge in pity parties. I can understand and even relate with them a bit.
Each and every one of us once in a while are entitled to one, it gets a bit tiring to be always riding the high horse. Ever now and then life does sucks, and our first instinct is to do the ostrich act. HIDE OUR HEADS IN THE GROUND.
Today I stumbled on a great song written by my all time favorite Phil Collins, where he sings beautifully that if we don’t stop believing daylight will reach us somehow and somewhere.
It’s damn hard waiting for that great day yet to come, but you know my friends we just can’t stop hoping it’s coming our way.
Let’s face it, we really need to snap out of trying to think that it’s all about what others think or even do so we do need to stop and get a grip of ourselves because it’s really about us knowing that tomorrow the Sun is going to rise and all of us far and near will feel it’s warmth and glow. It’s clarity will make us feel that even though we think that it’s not probable tomorrow things are going to be looking good for us once more.
So my “mis queridos amigos” hang in there tonight because tomorrow our beautiful Sun is going to be shining down at us with new opportunities.
See you around the corner.
Without forgetting to never stop believing in yourself and the good of life.