tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34964453987016627462024-03-12T21:20:06.381-07:00Holding MicahMusings on motherhood, mercy, and justice.Desiree Guzmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11426669179751504462noreply@blogger.comBlogger127125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496445398701662746.post-80144896503495507182010-10-26T11:48:00.000-07:002010-10-26T12:28:59.127-07:00God is Love<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaM3nBLYGpzXoTz9rJDY4ZqhlaLPH4WpSsXt45fvQ33_SDIaEKY7Um9JtdIscC0PB-AQ5siAeGkKvrxKITMrDYe37-GPueiw5jzxmCUJxYlKnlOa90AQQbxuX3z-Nn9aQokPEjMHan9RBc/s1600/74104_1678075677162_1395604861_1796997_2549860_n.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaM3nBLYGpzXoTz9rJDY4ZqhlaLPH4WpSsXt45fvQ33_SDIaEKY7Um9JtdIscC0PB-AQ5siAeGkKvrxKITMrDYe37-GPueiw5jzxmCUJxYlKnlOa90AQQbxuX3z-Nn9aQokPEjMHan9RBc/s200/74104_1678075677162_1395604861_1796997_2549860_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532438856129130274" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBxwKbIZNdOe7b1vu4uFx4KRi6z7xJLFTrdJo01JPJh7OCK_35VZm0uz6GRa5y9J2-ZayWeQ_8bIlW1k7hSTl8Bh3Pzft_pyAMIoHJnRtDqUKYMAGB3hEwsZV5JpR8PmAWF67yxCTqEEUh/s1600/72725_1678106157924_1395604861_1797065_7704961_n.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBxwKbIZNdOe7b1vu4uFx4KRi6z7xJLFTrdJo01JPJh7OCK_35VZm0uz6GRa5y9J2-ZayWeQ_8bIlW1k7hSTl8Bh3Pzft_pyAMIoHJnRtDqUKYMAGB3hEwsZV5JpR8PmAWF67yxCTqEEUh/s200/72725_1678106157924_1395604861_1797065_7704961_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532428757932188738" border="0" /></a><br />Last night my family got the chance to join together with over four hundred other community members to march on the campus of North Central College in support of the power of love to win out over hate. This is Anti-hate week at North Central and as a part of that event the college had scheduled a showing of a film called "The Anatomy of Hate." The film looks at the way in which fear instincts in humans can sometimes lead to violent and primal reactions to groups that we believe to be a threat to us. It takes a closer look at hate motivations in the Israeli/Palestinian conflict and the Iraq war and highlights a couple of hate groups in the US, including Westboro Baptist Church of Topeka, KS which protests at the funerals of US soldiers because they believe war deaths are God's punishment on the US for tolerating the homosexual lifestyle. WBC had threatened to protest the showing of the film at North Central, calling the school "pervert-run." That threat (which turned out to be empty) was what motivated over four hundred people to march in a show of resistant love. It also meant that four hundred people (instead of let's say maybe 30-50) turned out to see the movie and spent time thinking about where hate comes from and how to recognize it in ourselves. Even though the protesters didn't show-up, it was a powerful night. With all the recent suicides in the news because of gay-bullying, the back and forth on "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" and the legislative battle over the right to marry, it felt like a historic night to stand outside with a group of people from very different backgrounds and perspectives and proclaim love above all else. It felt like what the people of God should be doing. I am grateful that my family could participate together, and I hope that one day when I tell the story to Micah and tell her that she was there with us, she'll be amazed that it ever happened at all because of the progress we will have made. I want to be on the right side of history. I want the people of God to get this right so that we don't have to look back in shame anymore.<br /><br />Beloved, let us love one another, for love is of God; and everyone who loves is born of God and knows God. He who does not love does not know God, for God is love. - 1 John 4:7-8<br /><br />Check out the trailer for "The Anatomy of Hate"<br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vN8X9t1VjXs">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vN8X9t1VjXs</a>Desiree Guzmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11426669179751504462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496445398701662746.post-86225867880833129802010-10-17T12:15:00.000-07:002010-10-17T13:13:18.021-07:00The Power of ChoiceBefore I ever got pregnant I knew that I would choose to stay home with my baby and be a full time Mom. I'm sure that I didn't fully understand all of the realities of that kind of choice at the time, but most days I am still glad I made it. I am definitely not saying it is the right choice for everyone. This post is not an examination of what mothers should or shouldn't do, or what positive and negative impacts working or staying home has on children and their moms. I realize that there are pros and cons on both sides and that it is an issue that is often hotly debated with guilt, anger, and frustration coming from both sides. So let's just turn down the heat right away. I'm not interested in entering into that debate. I don't have a side. Or at least my "side" is that mothers should make the choice that works best for them and for their particular family situations. What I am interested in is the power of choice. The freedom to make a choice is often one of the things that sets Middle and Upper Class mothers apart from mothers living in poverty. (Also sometimes separates single moms from moms who have the benefit of a partner.) I had the luxury of making my own choice about working or staying home. Many women do not have that same luxury.<br /><br />Lately I've been feeling a little weary of being home with Micah everyday. I love her and I love spending time with her, but she is in a particularly fussy stage that can grate on me over the long hours of a day. And it has been a little painful for my ego that as soon as her daddy comes home she wants nothing more to do with me and often reaches for him when we are out in public and cries if I try to hold her. My logical brain tells me that this is just a stage. That she sees me all the time and takes for granted that I will always be there, but doesn't get nearly as much time with her Dad. That I should be happy that she loves her daddy so much and that I should be grateful for the break since I obviously need one. Even so, it makes me feel bad. There have been some hard, emotional days for me lately, but one thing that I always know in the back of my head is that ultimately I still have a choice. If I ever decided that being a stay at home Mom was just not for me, I know that I could start looking for a job and for a daycare. That thought never stays in my head for more than a second, because I know it's not what I want, but there is something comforting about knowing that the choice is mine.<br /><br />I know a refugee Mom in her mid twenties who has six children, four of whom are kindergarten or younger. She stays home with her children, but she really wants to work. She grew-up in a refugee camp in Kenya with almost no education. She is not literate, not even in her first language. She has no work experience and very limited English. Even if she could find a job, it would not pay more than minimum wage. And there is still the issue of four small kids at home who would need childcare. There is also the problem of transportation, since she does not own a car or have a license. Her husband works, but she stays home. She could try to work the night shift when her husband could be home with the kids, but even so she would still be home with kids all day. She is a stay at home mom like me, but not like me because she has no real choice.<br /><br />I know another refuge woman whose husband was injured on the job and then fired by the company instead of cared for under workman's comp. After that incident the man could not find work and so the woman, who had been working only a part-time job starting to work two jobs to take care of her family. (It took two jobs for her to make as much as husband had at one because he had worked for the company for several years.) She wanted to be home with her young daughter, but now she had no choice. She worked all day and often late into the evening and didn't even get home until after her daughter had gone to bed. She is a working mom, but not by choice. I'm sure there are also many single moms who would love to stay home with their children, but they have no choice. They must work.<br /><br />Sometimes I hear middle class working moms say that they also have no choice. They must work. In some cases that might be true, but also sometimes those moms have made other choices about what kind of lifestyle they expect that in itself is a choice. It is true that in order to drive certain cars or live in certain kinds of houses or wear certain kinds of clothes that many women must work outside the home, but that lifestyle is a choice. It is a very different thing to work because you must in order to feed, clothe, and shelter your child with the basics.<br /><br />Choice is a luxury that I often take for granted, especially after a particularly difficult day being a mom. Choice is freedom. Choice is hope. And choice is just one of the things that poverty steals from people. I am so grateful that even in my most difficult days as a mom, I still have the power to choose. And I want to make sure that I never forget all the millions of mothers here and around the world who do not have the luxury of a choice.Desiree Guzmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11426669179751504462noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496445398701662746.post-550594551595972222010-10-07T12:16:00.000-07:002010-10-07T13:27:20.209-07:00Troubling Headlines on my MindThere are a lot of things that I am unsure of, but one thing I know for sure is that having Micah has woken me up from a deep spiritual sleep that I didn't even know I was in. Sometimes when I hold her; really hold her, not just to get her dressed or change or her diaper or keep her from jamming something sharp or dirty or electrical in her mouth, but hold her. Treasure her. Breathe her in. I get this little glimpse of holiness as if I too had somehow reached out and touched the hem of God's robe and felt the sacred power enter me. When I look at her and really see her, remembering that she was once just a little speck of a fish swimming inside me and now she is here and real and warm and full of light, I feel as if I am standing in the presence of God. Not because she is some perfect child. Far from it. She is as fussy and demanding as any sticky, clingy toddler can be. But because as her mother I have a unique front row seat to see up close the image of God sparking in her. And now I really know for the first time that all that stuff about each of us containing the image of God is actually true. I have always believed it. But Micah has given me the gift of seeing it. It might sound crazy, but the feeling is so overwhelming sometimes that I don't know whether to dance or pray or burst into tears. The swell of love in me is so much bigger than my tiny soul could possibly hold. I know that it must come from something bigger than me. Something I call God.<br /><br />These last few weeks the news headlines have been flooded with stories of young people who took their own lives because of bullying related to their sexual orientations. My heart aches for the mothers of those once babies. Babies, who like Micah, carried within them the image of God. Sometimes I wonder what I would do if Micah grew-up and discovered that she was gay. I don't mean that I wonder whether I would accept her. There is no question in my mind about that. I mean I wonder what I would do about my relationships with other people...family, friends, church folk, who might try to tell her and me that she was somehow less. Who might try to diminish the image of God within her. Who might think they are being kind by saying "love the sinner hate the sin" but all time are still alienating and rejecting my baby, my love, my very window to the wonder of God.<br /><br />No matter what you think about this issue, too many children are dying. Too many mothers are weeping. History is going to judge us harshly on this one. When I think about Micah being put in that situation I feel fiercely protective. I would shout my love and support for her from the rooftops. I would reject any person or institution that tried to deny the image of God in her. I would do whatever I could to protect her life and her spirit and her joy. So why should I feel any different about any other Mother's child?Desiree Guzmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11426669179751504462noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496445398701662746.post-80753803846681036912010-09-27T10:06:00.000-07:002010-09-27T11:08:16.662-07:00Mothers and Daughters and the Cultural Divide<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDNVJvBwNNVZkRnJlcVGm7gyyZd_nICi4-9qaqDEqniCie2eWesTziO9HkPpNuDoB0nVBFrB8qmnPTVCaqBQYy_XLCcL6Run9zdcBT81ZUU423SI-JNKFmoTVcztttMDJtczcNJoMuWk0w/s1600/Spanglish.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDNVJvBwNNVZkRnJlcVGm7gyyZd_nICi4-9qaqDEqniCie2eWesTziO9HkPpNuDoB0nVBFrB8qmnPTVCaqBQYy_XLCcL6Run9zdcBT81ZUU423SI-JNKFmoTVcztttMDJtczcNJoMuWk0w/s200/Spanglish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521641363876181490" border="0" /></a>I watched the movie, "Spanglish" again last night. I have seen this film 8-10 times and I still cry every time I watch the final scene between Flor and her daughter Cristina. If you haven't seen the film it is a gem. A beautiful, heartbreaking, and funny look at mother/daughter relationships, cross-cultural communication, the hidden lives of hard-working immigrants, and the giant socio-economic divide between the rich and poor. Here is the trailer:<br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HXkSBXrdDxs">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HXkSBXrdDxs</a><br /><br />In the final scene Cristina is angry with her mother because of a decision Flor makes to protect and preserve her daughter from being completely swallowed up by white, American, upper middle class culture. They are standing in the middle of the street and Cristina is yelling at her mother. She tells her that she is "unfair" and that she is"ruining her life." Flor looks almost as if she had been slapped. She tells Cristina, "I am sorry to make you face the central question of your life at such a young age. Is what you want out of life to be so very different from me?" <br /><br />My daughter, Micah, is only a year old, but I am already afraid of conversations like this one that we will eventually have. I had them with my mother and I'm sure she had them with hers. The mother/daughter relationship gets pretty tricky to navigate around eleven or twelve and doesn't seem to get easy again until 25 or so. When I was a teenager I thought that I wasn't anything like my mother and that I would never want to be. I know I said things that hurt her deeply. And I am afraid of the day when Micah will start to say those words to me. The only thing that gives me hope is knowing how much I value my Mom now and how close we have become, so I know it's possible to get through. But as difficult as I anticipate those days will be, I cannot imagine the way the pain is magnified for immigrant Moms who are not only losing their daughters to teenage angst, but also losing them, in a sense, to America. <br /><br />When the mother daughter cord is already stretched it's tightest, I can't imagine adding the tension of language and cultural differences, the tension of the upside-down power structure when a child must be the translator and cultural broker for a parent. And how does the immigrant mother connect with her daughter when she has never attended an American school, when she cannot communicate with or is afraid to communicate with teachers, and often must work long hours in a low paying job that is physically demanding and mentally numbing? What does she do when she can't ever be sure if her daughter is fully explaining things? When her daughter laughs at the mother's attempts at English or social participation? When the daughter has so many extra reasons to see herself as wanting to be so different from her mother because they live in two completely different worlds.<br /><br />I think immigrant Moms, and especially single immigrant Moms, must be commended for their ability to make it through the teenage years and maintain a strong connection to their daughters. They deserve our recognition and support. I could learn a lot from the women who are walking those paths. I think we all could.<br /><br />If you haven't seen "Spanglish" put it on your list of must sees. But have the tissues ready.Desiree Guzmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11426669179751504462noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496445398701662746.post-18721253699292677412010-09-20T10:05:00.000-07:002010-09-20T10:35:50.801-07:00First Birthday Blessings<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyb3Wf0nK1dhpZU6zuFkTLKtlGDeZEQfXqfTusyR5hyphenhyphen_7hz0zo8D3_YEysgD6gJW5Amia7ko3dhp8pE3CT-6GAkNyvdrjMpf4qAsY5ye9hJ2p67VESsHbrXg9gwX2V7ViOEHnrvvZ2avIm/s1600/DSC00824.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyb3Wf0nK1dhpZU6zuFkTLKtlGDeZEQfXqfTusyR5hyphenhyphen_7hz0zo8D3_YEysgD6gJW5Amia7ko3dhp8pE3CT-6GAkNyvdrjMpf4qAsY5ye9hJ2p67VESsHbrXg9gwX2V7ViOEHnrvvZ2avIm/s200/DSC00824.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519043355960469010" border="0" /></a><br />Micah is now a one year old. A blessed one year old. Here are some of the ways she is blessed: She has access to medical care; a 12 month well-child check with a caring doctor and vaccines to protect her from disease. She has access to good nutrition: protein, fruits, vegetables and clean, safe water. She has loving family and friends who gathered to celebrate her first year and a great church family to nurture and support her spirit. She has access to brain developing toys and books, and a clean, safe place to play. These are simple things that I often forget to stop and be thankful for. Many, many children throughout the world and even here in the US do not have access to these fundamental building blocks of a healthy life. But every child should have them. Every child could have them if we all decided together to give that as a birth day gift to the world. Imagine a world where every child had basic health care, education, nutrition, a clean safe environment, and a loving supportive community around them. Just imagine the kind of heights we could reach as a people if we could unlock the creativity and potential of all those children who are chained and broken by poverty. A new world is possible. It must be. If we can make a way to travel to the moon, than surely we can make a way to protect the early lives of our children. "Our children." Because after all, they all belong to us. If it's good enough for Micah, then I say it's good enough for every mother's child. Whether they live in Aurora Illinois or Kibera, Kenya. I spent a lot of time planning and preparing for Micah's party. I wanted to give her something special, and I think I did (though she won't remember it.) But maybe next year we'll throw a birthday party for all the children of the world and ask our guests to think about giving a gift that can do more than just bless a little girl who is already blessed. We are so grateful for all the people who came to celebrate with Micah and all the kind and thoughtful presents she received. We are blessed to be a blessing, so we're going to work hard to try to think about how we can share from our abundance. Check out this video below about one way to help children around the world with your voice.<br /><br /><a href="http://one.org/us/actnow/globalfund2010/signed.html?id=1946-3056116-zpJ.tRx&t=1">http://one.org/us/actnow/globalfund2010/signed.html?id=1946-3056116-zpJ.tRx&t=1</a>Desiree Guzmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11426669179751504462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496445398701662746.post-47172516318318848702010-09-10T14:30:00.000-07:002010-09-10T16:53:01.869-07:00Who Am I Now?In five days my baby girl will turn one. I have spent nearly every day of the past year at home focused on her. Holding her. Feeding her. Reading to her. Watching her grow. Trying to be a good mom. Practicing my new identity. Giving up much of my former self and stretching my little heart into something new...something she calls "Mama." I am "Mama" now. And sometimes I go days without ever hearing my old name. Mostly that's ok. But there are parts of the old Desiree that I miss. Parts that are so much harder to cultivate now than they were before my baby was born. A year after becoming a mom I am still wondering, "Who am I now?" Do I still have something to contribute to the world? Can I still be a part of the movement for justice? Can I give more than everything Micah needs from me?<br /><br />Motherhood is tricky. I know what the research says about how critical these first three years are in the development of her little brain. I want to pour myself into her. I want to give her everything I can. I want to read to her every day and take her to the children's museum and the nature center and the library. Her world is my world. She is everything to me. She has sucked me in heart and soul. But sometimes my singular focus on Micah makes me forget that there are other little ones out there in the world. Hungry little ones. Sick little ones. Neglected little ones. When I stop to think of them I wonder how I can possibly make time for them on top of what I'm trying to give to Micah.<br /><br />I feel the tension. Part of me wants to keep trying to be a force to change the world, but a big part of me wants to just drop out of the world completely and focus all my energy and attention on Micah. To put everything else on hold until I can at least get her through preschool. In some ways I feel like I've already dropped out of the world. Or at least that Micah has become the world to me. I've spent hours thinking about how to make her birthday party special. But no time thinking about all the other kids around the world turning one next week. The old Desiree had a deeper sense of burden for those other kids. In some ways becoming a mother has deepened my compassion for others and in other ways becoming a mother has limited my ability or willingness to act on that compassion.<br /><br />How can I hold tight to Micah and hold tight to the Micah 6:8 life at the same time? Sometimes I don't feel like I have enough space in me to do both. This blog used to be called, "Remembering Kibera" because it was focused on remembering my friends who live difficult lives in the largest slum in Africa called, Kibera. I still think about Kibera all the time. But I wonder what impact I will be able to have on Kibera and places like it now that Micah is my world.<br /><br />I want to love my baby girl with every ounce of my power and I want the best possible start for her. As I'm sure all the mothers of the little girls turning one next week in Kibera do too.Desiree Guzmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11426669179751504462noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496445398701662746.post-18699773239664053822009-04-17T08:41:00.001-07:002009-04-17T08:42:29.708-07:00Check out this link!Check out this link about Kibera and other slums around the world.<br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"><a href="http://www.theplaceswelive.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">http://www.theplaceswelive.com/</a></span></span>Desiree Guzmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11426669179751504462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496445398701662746.post-11535647198548582852009-02-09T08:32:00.000-08:002009-02-09T08:46:16.209-08:00A Summer Without AfricaFor the past three years Rick and I have had the blessing of spending 3-4 weeks of the summer in Africa. But this year Rick will be taking his bar exam in late July, so because of that and some other circumstances we will not be able to continue our tradition this summer. I am, however, still sending a team of North Central students to Kenya. I've begun working on a tentative schedule for them and the thought of not participating in the days I'm planning is a little heart breaking. I'm feeling sad and disappointed, not because Africa needs me, but because I need Africa. It has been one of the places where I experience Jesus most intensely and sincerely. I hope that these new life circumstances are only a break from and not an end to our opportunities to travel there. I am so very grateful for all the African people I know and for all they have taught and continue to teach me. Even though I will be home in Illinois this summer, a part of my heart will always be in Africa.Desiree Guzmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11426669179751504462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496445398701662746.post-25985170158416505112009-02-02T09:24:00.000-08:002009-02-02T09:37:04.901-08:00Winter at Bryan House<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9WiHGkbLpyyaNiTi2_xszDj5o8lSfaC6ByUIkdSl9mwHwcCe64vQ5ixxAvw70JGD6WUXIfBqn8oyKt6222lTR_xqcUn2zt_AGLlv5razgjnoAcVqGEBsYy2CQkFBkCY14hBsRDpTmfXY7/s1600-h/rick+and+nahom.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9WiHGkbLpyyaNiTi2_xszDj5o8lSfaC6ByUIkdSl9mwHwcCe64vQ5ixxAvw70JGD6WUXIfBqn8oyKt6222lTR_xqcUn2zt_AGLlv5razgjnoAcVqGEBsYy2CQkFBkCY14hBsRDpTmfXY7/s320/rick+and+nahom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298252418886675362" border="0" /></a>The kids at Bryan House have found ways to enjoy their very first winter in America. This is a picture of Rick throwing snowballs at eleven year old Nahom. They also built a snowman for the first time, but they gave-up quickly on shoveling the sidewalk, ramp, and driveway to earn a little extra money. Too cold : ) They sometimes wear their coats and hats inside. But it's still hard to get them to wear socks and real shoes instead of sandals.<br /><br />Now that it's February, I am getting winter weary. I'm ready for the sunshine to melt the snow. Except that there's a little problem with the roof at Bryan House in some places and melting snow means leaking water. Unfortunately you can't fix the roof while the snow is still there, so some leaking this spring is probably unavoidable. Ah the joys of owning a one hundred year old building! I don't know whether to hope for early spring for the sake of my state of mind or to hope for a long freeze for the sake of not dealing with any extra weeks of drippy ceilings and filling buckets. We did have someone shovel part of the roof. But it is probably not done snowing yet.Desiree Guzmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11426669179751504462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496445398701662746.post-77374035897038906282009-01-20T06:40:00.000-08:002009-01-20T06:57:00.110-08:00OBAMA!<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyYgmtsw7QXVAHTiD9wX8Ehwx3HDa-92HgqRZZnt80ctrgNsHotSuYQmI3EHZPDRQHDFowfNmXvo1Cl6_R4bQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Desiree Guzmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11426669179751504462noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496445398701662746.post-51319881571595419872009-01-06T14:03:00.000-08:002009-01-06T14:06:47.064-08:00Celebrating the New Year<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGjrfMxSrs1fxsAAZzaDZdZMUrZLBiJxGh6zpiJKoLjOxxXEOwQjDazxRpszrY9ks7MUKHZ434OkI4jYScYm4pU3XIuOn2-6uoaM3QPpjnGmF-RkJ5GEoE6wQZJD4fVGORhIUnb5Ddn2-Z/s1600-h/New+Years.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGjrfMxSrs1fxsAAZzaDZdZMUrZLBiJxGh6zpiJKoLjOxxXEOwQjDazxRpszrY9ks7MUKHZ434OkI4jYScYm4pU3XIuOn2-6uoaM3QPpjnGmF-RkJ5GEoE6wQZJD4fVGORhIUnb5Ddn2-Z/s320/New+Years.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288304856800442994" border="0" /></a>Here's a picture from the New Years Celebration at our house. We had guests from Congo, Togo, and Rwanda. It was a fun night (even though we did the early New York countdown.) Everyone likes to get their picture taken with Obama. : )Desiree Guzmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11426669179751504462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496445398701662746.post-4245252138248564712008-12-31T11:08:00.000-08:002008-12-31T11:10:58.061-08:00Happy New Year!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjipcqR3DoT_Wxi_V72Z4c_k8pZLgd4zaKgJ-Ao7rFB5BkD0bRu6S4fiiisKxfpbPcuyQq5T6VfxZzJI1A1bOgfw477qhwEFbAEmWexJd0ViNxwQkjPGyDxwqJBNpnGs2KhTOHWObUUUyto/s1600-h/DSC06535.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286033589603748642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjipcqR3DoT_Wxi_V72Z4c_k8pZLgd4zaKgJ-Ao7rFB5BkD0bRu6S4fiiisKxfpbPcuyQq5T6VfxZzJI1A1bOgfw477qhwEFbAEmWexJd0ViNxwQkjPGyDxwqJBNpnGs2KhTOHWObUUUyto/s400/DSC06535.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Desiree Guzmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11426669179751504462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496445398701662746.post-70677013137952336182008-12-18T06:50:00.000-08:002008-12-18T06:53:34.441-08:00Peace Not WarCheck out this beautiful peace anthem by my friend Kevin Prchal. The picture in the background was taken at a school we visited on our trip to Uganda this summer. <br /><br /><a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.channel&ChannelID=162653497">http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.channel&ChannelID=162653497</a>Desiree Guzmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11426669179751504462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496445398701662746.post-77858798831875272802008-12-12T07:49:00.000-08:002008-12-12T07:59:43.031-08:00TodayIt's quiet in the office today. I'm thankful for a handful of quiet days in December to collect my thoughts. To slow down. To breathe in Advent. It's been a long, full year. I'm grateful to all the people who have helped us get through it. Who have helped us fill it with promise. I have a lot on my mind, but today feels calm and peaceful. Today I will try to hang on to peace.Desiree Guzmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11426669179751504462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496445398701662746.post-53790993253535790082008-12-04T07:43:00.000-08:002008-12-04T08:08:50.774-08:00Rough Times for Refugees & ImmigrantsLast month four refugee families applied to our foundation for help paying their rent so they wouldn't get evicted. Another refugee man we know lost his job and thus lost health care for his family, inlcuding his seven year old daughter and his wife who is 8 months pregnant. We used our assistance fund to make a Cobra payment of $964 which bought them another month of coverage. That extra month has now run out. A family living at Bryan House came to us asking for extra help because their kids were growing out of their clothes and had nothing warm for winter and they didn't have the money to buy them anything. Tonight I will take them shopping. Last night I got word from a friend that a little girl we met through Community 4:12 is moving to Mexico this weekend because her father got deported. The little girl was born in the US and has never lived in Mexico before. I don't know what we could do to help her. And today I received an email from a refugee friend in Kampala, Uganda asking us for help for his family as they cannot find work and they have been waiting for several years to be reunited with their family here in the US. Sometimes when you make friends with refugees and immigrants, sharing the burden of their problems can be overwhelming. But even as we wrestle with feelings of helplessness and frustration, I wouldn't trade my friendships with these families for anything. They teach me about perserverance and faith and joy beyond circumstances. I need them as much as they need me.Desiree Guzmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11426669179751504462noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496445398701662746.post-56390244793078033502008-11-22T20:19:00.000-08:002008-11-24T08:05:32.340-08:00O Christmas Tree<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic4mtNHk3rfvaq8lFNG3rYZ_cDiqyS8j-ciHU93Tmwyq8TU04Mav5DX-t6AaabOjanNRiMGOI3qDFtafWZS7dGSNAiMTgTZeG4GqIq8jUlFtfeS_8mrXH5c0f1YaHTKmb7WSCV8lJKC16x/s1600-h/charlie-brown-christmas.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic4mtNHk3rfvaq8lFNG3rYZ_cDiqyS8j-ciHU93Tmwyq8TU04Mav5DX-t6AaabOjanNRiMGOI3qDFtafWZS7dGSNAiMTgTZeG4GqIq8jUlFtfeS_8mrXH5c0f1YaHTKmb7WSCV8lJKC16x/s200/charlie-brown-christmas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272253017188041218" border="0" /></a>Last night Rick and I decorated our Christmas tree. I know, I know. Pre-Thanksgiving is kind of early for decorating the tree, but I just couldn't wait any longer. For some reason I have an extra helping of Christmas longing this year. Anyway, the tree looks great in our front sun room and at night you can see it from a long way down the street. I love looking at the lights and it makes the darkness that comes so early now not seem so gloomy. Plus the house will look nice for my parents when they come for Thanksgiving. This year we will celebrate with our Iraqi friends: Yayha, Samira & Mirhan, and also our Mauritanian friend, Sada. My parents might also be able to bring my nephew, Royce, which would be really fun. I miss that little guy and I love listening to all his antics in the background when I talk to my parents or my brother on the phone. After this year, I don't want to go through another Christmas without a little family of my own. Hopefully I won't have to, but if I do I'm going to have to borrow some other people's children. Today Rick gets his 3L picture taken at law school. All that's left now is this round of finals, one more semester and then the bar exam. Then we'll get our lives back. Next year during the holidays there will be no studying or papers or tests. That is something to look forward to.Desiree Guzmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11426669179751504462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496445398701662746.post-77780154694768747212008-11-21T08:37:00.000-08:002008-11-21T09:09:06.675-08:00Three siblings, three problems: dropped out, falsely accused, and a reputation for trouble.Let me tell you a story about three refugee kids in one family who have had a rough time in school and see if you can figure out the root cause of their problems.<br /><br />1. The kids came to the US with their Mom, (but without their Dad) in 2000 after fleeing violence, persecution and death in the Democratic Republic of Congo. They were seven, eight, & ten.<br /><br />2. After a year and a half in the US, their father (who they had not seen in four years) rejoined their family, which required them not only to readjust to having him around, but also to move from their two bedroom apartment to a larger one and to switch schools.<br /><br />3. In order to afford the bigger apartment, they moved into a more dangerous neighborhood. After a year a man got shot right outside their window, so they moved again and switched schools again.<br /><br />4. The next apartment was in a safer place, but the family lived upstairs and the ground floor of the building was full of seniors citizens who didn't like the noise of adolescent feet on the stairs or too many other kids coming to visit, so their lease was not renewed. The family moved again.<br /><br />5. The new place was an old townhouse with an inefficient furnace and high gas bills, but the kids could have their friends over to visit and not worry about complaints. At least they could until a bullet came through their front window. The family started looking for a house to buy.<br /><br />6. The family managed to get a mortgage for a small slab house in a quiet neighborhood and things seemed to be getting better. But when family members who were still in Africa got really sick and couldn't work, the kids' parents took out a second line of credit against their house to help. They wired thousands of dollars over seas and then the father started losing hours at work and eventually they lost the house. They moved again and changed schools again.<br /><br />7. Now the oldest boy has dropped out of high school and refuses to do a GED program. The middle boy has been falsely accused of things at school and is on a watch list because of the friends he hangs out with. And the young girl has a reputation as a trouble maker with multiple suspensions.<br /><br />We've been friends with this family every step of the way. I understand how all these steps have led up to these problems, but somehow I still can't believe that this is where we are. I keep wondering if there was something I could have done to stop it.Desiree Guzmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11426669179751504462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496445398701662746.post-82308631975069198022008-11-17T07:17:00.000-08:002008-11-17T07:26:49.613-08:00Feeling Christmasy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsMzz4Ed7nH-bDAy6td4_vfJkaHFibMTzYAr1SxYc7QlacHkTqoMbZCYEHi75uStGSgvoli3rpA7TQOoAbYsua71fvi7COKfJFjG0dMzLB3f8XRvcYfzkUrbQdOGZJUt79c3AeWcNV9wKF/s1600-h/Christmas+at+plum.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsMzz4Ed7nH-bDAy6td4_vfJkaHFibMTzYAr1SxYc7QlacHkTqoMbZCYEHi75uStGSgvoli3rpA7TQOoAbYsua71fvi7COKfJFjG0dMzLB3f8XRvcYfzkUrbQdOGZJUt79c3AeWcNV9wKF/s320/Christmas+at+plum.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269646954446499170" border="0" /></a><br />The flurries outside are making me feel Christmasy. I admit that I have already started listening to Christmas music and I am eager to start decorating. I am usually not like this. Not sure what's gotten into me. Here is a great picture of my friends: Dollar, Musa, & Yasmin from Christmas 2005. They all slept over at our house on Christmas Eve. This is the time of year that I especially wish I had kids. Maybe next year.Desiree Guzmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11426669179751504462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496445398701662746.post-87303773615650355522008-11-11T17:06:00.001-08:002008-11-11T17:26:15.586-08:00Sacrifice At Bryan House<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4evhA1JJ6OwTmGRKuLfrzUr3l82zS0ioyp5kMy1PaI7tm_W5U27qDxQLDLh8EkzqgQ1lLafXSyTfZXPgzWrjDnD6EzIt4iFBd7n7KVdKydoIMJqoYniuMI9AiirDXtPmyO6s8_Db60UPn/s1600-h/Congo1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4evhA1JJ6OwTmGRKuLfrzUr3l82zS0ioyp5kMy1PaI7tm_W5U27qDxQLDLh8EkzqgQ1lLafXSyTfZXPgzWrjDnD6EzIt4iFBd7n7KVdKydoIMJqoYniuMI9AiirDXtPmyO6s8_Db60UPn/s200/Congo1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267574875573147410" border="0" /></a><br />Bryan House (<a href="http://www.bryanhouse.org/">www.bryanhouse.org</a>) needs a lot of things, including a new back parking lot. The old one is all broken-up and probably won't survive another winter. We had the budget to fix it, but it's going to have to wait. Why? Because we have made a commitment to tithe from our budget to support international refugee crisis and prevention programs through World Relief. This year our tithe will buy 35 Family Survival Kits for parents and children displaced by the escalating violence in Congo. Maybe you've read about about this conflict or heard it on the news. Check out this link to learn more: <a href="http://community.wr.org/Page.aspx?pid=1274">http://community.wr.org/Page.aspx?pid=1274</a><br /><br /><br />YOU MIGHT BE ASKING YOURSELF, "WHY WOULD BRYAN HOUSE TITHE WHEN ALL THEIR MONEY ALREADY GOES TO A GOOD CAUSE?" GOOD QUESTION. HERE'S OUR ANSWER:<br /><br />Bryan House Community Development Corporation believes in and practices the Biblical tithe for three main reasons. First, it is an <strong>ordained Spiritual discipline</strong> <strong>designed to increase our</strong> <strong>generosity and strengthen our faith and trust in God.</strong> Malachi 3:10 says, “Bring the whole tithe into the storehouse… Test me in this," says the LORD Almighty, "and see if I will not throw open the floodgates of heaven and pour out so much blessing that you will not have room enough for it.” By giving away ten percent of our annual budget, we, along with the refugees we serve, become a community strengthened and blessed by intentional sacrifice.<br /><br />Second, we practice the tithe <strong>because it is part of God’s plan to care for the poor and suffering</strong>, and because Jesus taught us that our neighbor isn’t just the person who lives next door. Deuteronomy 26:12 says, “When you have finished setting aside a tenth of all your produce in the third year, the year of the tithe, you shall give it to the Levite, the alien, the fatherless and the widow, so that they may eat in your towns and be satisfied.”<br /><br />Thirdly we tithe <strong>as a witness and encouragement to the Church</strong>. We have heard many church leaders lamenting that there isn’t enough in their budgets to make it possible to tithe to the poor, or making excuses that since everything they do is the work of God, there is no need to dedicate ten percent to the poor. All of the work we do is with refugees in our community who are trapped in the cycle of poverty, and yet we choose to tithe because we recognize that there are even greater needs outside our own community. We tithe as a challenge encouragement to churches to do the same. The Church has always been called to make these kinds of sacrifices. In 2 Corinthians 8 Paul says this to the church at Corinth, “And now, brothers, we want you to know about the grace that God has given the Macedonian churches. Out of the most severe trial, their overflowing joy and their extreme poverty welled up in rich generosity. For I testify that they gave as much as they were able, and even beyond their ability…Our desire is not that others might be relieved while you are hard pressed, but that there might be equality. At the present time your plenty will supply what they need, so that in turn their plenty will supply what you need. Then there will be equality, as it is written: "He who gathered much did not have too much, and he who gathered little did not have too little."<br /><br />WE ARE GLAD TO SHARE WITH OUR BROTHERS AND SISTERS IN NEED IN EASTERN CONGO. PLEASE CONSIDER JOINING US BY GIVING TO WORLD RELIEF.Desiree Guzmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11426669179751504462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496445398701662746.post-71747021152027612532008-11-04T21:30:00.000-08:002008-11-05T08:04:58.838-08:00Celebrating with Iraqi Refugee Friends & Emails from Kenya<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi36jOfx8tVO5pA_c23sWSudJ4KxJz3rmXUpweTBJnKWq4zC0LAffstIY_Z9_0fg45oQQX_kO13yRT6oeft-Q64VKErnrI9iO4NF-D3NpR26NIY94BF7sYHAH5eIS-ifNDR4apvNu6H9V0T/s1600-h/DSC09616.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi36jOfx8tVO5pA_c23sWSudJ4KxJz3rmXUpweTBJnKWq4zC0LAffstIY_Z9_0fg45oQQX_kO13yRT6oeft-Q64VKErnrI9iO4NF-D3NpR26NIY94BF7sYHAH5eIS-ifNDR4apvNu6H9V0T/s400/DSC09616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265041969105229666" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">From our friend, Vincent in Nairobi:</span></span><br /><br />Hi,Siz n Bro,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">What a wonderful moment not only to the people of America but to the whole world,i respect the election of your people you are truly the world model,because the people themselves shape the future they want only that the leaders lets us down....</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I hope one day you will get one of my paintings to Mr.President Barack Obama to Congratulate him.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">On 6th/11/08 has been officially been announced that it will be a public holiday here in Kenya.We will celebrate the new president of America in this historic moment.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">May God bless you all for everything you are doing.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Happy regards,<br />Vincent.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">From Kevin Otieno at Kivuli Centre Nairobi:<br /><br /></span></span><table style="font-style: italic;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"> <tbody> <tr> <td valign="top">Finally, the dream of Martin Luther King has been fulfiled in America.We in Kenya wished Obama all the best and we new as it was the rest of the world`s wish to see change come to America .We hope this change would work towards restoring any broken relationship between America and the rest of the world.<br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#0000ff;">I hope that the relation ship between Kivuli boys (Koinonia Community ) and your family together with your husband and friends shall remain intact.Kivuli boys this year are going to perform in Ital during December holidays.</span></div> <div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#0000ff;"> </span></div> <div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#0000ff;">I`m also a proud person as i have joined Catholic University this year and i m studying Social sciences. I also would like to thank your husband for Obama T-shirt that he gave to me and stickers.We really miss you all! Otherwise Thanks in advance.</span></div><br /> </td></tr></tbody></table>Desiree Guzmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11426669179751504462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496445398701662746.post-48116091232601967392008-11-03T08:22:00.001-08:002008-11-03T08:34:43.277-08:00An Election Message from the Kibera Slum<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVCnwBJLZkiX7m4yL5Lr0Tlo2G1CjcuVzZMTLJZSfNDSSKZn3vnMrAMNk9jgzBEfWtf2Ff4cSb8iNi8JVgAfWBEMbFqQOBOohr3PQrWIEpH75FToBwQWjCRTZ2dZ28rrCBVCJmha7mxluU/s1600-h/Obama+Hia.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVCnwBJLZkiX7m4yL5Lr0Tlo2G1CjcuVzZMTLJZSfNDSSKZn3vnMrAMNk9jgzBEfWtf2Ff4cSb8iNi8JVgAfWBEMbFqQOBOohr3PQrWIEpH75FToBwQWjCRTZ2dZ28rrCBVCJmha7mxluU/s320/Obama+Hia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264470121097503602" border="0" /></a><br />Below is an email I received from my friend Joseph who lives and works in the largest slum in Africa, Kibera - Nairobi Kenya. They have high hopes for the American election day tomorrow, and still higher hopes for the example America can set in the world. I don't think that America is the "last great hope for the world" as many people (including Obama) have said, however, I do hope that we Americans can start a new chapter beginning tomorrow and move toward greater equality, love for our neighbors, respect for differences, an end to war, and care for the poor and neglected. It is time for a new day.<br /><br />And I can't wait to call my friends in Kenya and to talk to all the African refugees I know here in the US after the final results come in tomorrow. I don't place my hope in politics, but I can't help feeling that something good is on the rise. I hope we can live up to our own ideals.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Hi Desiree,</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">Here in Kenya it's exactly ten minutes to one. This means by East African Standard time, your polling day is measurable in hours now. We thank you because your country is a great nation with a people endowed with wonderful visions. Yours is the manager of the global economies, politics and etc. You had told us what you believe in, and we were very thankful; not because Obama has got its root in our country, but because of a real change both you and him "believe in". </span> <span style="font-style: italic;">Africa and Kenya in general , and western part of Kenya in particular praises American people for showing the world maturity in politics. This is a good precedent for the people of this world; they have proved that Americans regard this world as godly and the people living in it are ONE irrespective of color, creed, religion, background, tribe etc. provided he or she can articulate the sentiments of the majority. </span> <span style="font-style: italic;">On behalf of all KISCODEP members, I wish you a happy voting day. Thank you! Thank you very much!!!</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">Joseph</span>Desiree Guzmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11426669179751504462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496445398701662746.post-77573579980461164152008-10-31T07:39:00.000-07:002008-10-31T08:39:33.867-07:00Christophrenia<div>I am a self diagnosed Christophrenic. It's kind of like being schizophrenic, except that the source (or maybe just the subject matter) of my confusion and delusion is the Christian Church. Specifically the American Christian Church. Somehow this powerful institution has managed to convince me to hold two opposing beliefs and cling to them simultaneously as truth, even though one seems to negate the other. So I walk around everyday unsure of what is real and what is imagined. Or maybe I just lack the courage to decide. In any case, my condition has left me tired, confused, and wondering who I really am and what Jesus really wants from us. Here are the two opposing beliefs:</div><br /><br /><div><strong>Belief One</strong><br /></div><div>1. Because the church's mission is to bring as many people as possible into relationship with Christ, we must use every technique available to attract people to the church. If cool spaces, high quality video, great music, professional marketing etc. is what gets people to come, then we should unapologetically spend money on those things and do whatever it takes to attract people to Jesus. And it makes sense that tastes in more affluent areas are more expensive, so that means that doing church will cost more in those areas and that's okay. Eventually the people who come to church will be transformed by the message of Jesus and we will teach them to help the poor, but if they are not attracted to the church in the first place, then they will never hear the message, so there's no reason to give up part of what we're doing in our church in order to help the poor, because we are already missional and in the long run we will get more people to help the poor this way. The highest call of the Church is to help people with personal salvation, not to do social gospel work.</div><br /><br /><div><strong>Belief Two</strong></div><br /><div>2. The church is primarily about calling people to follow Jesus and join a community of believers in a new way of life that expands their definition of family and shatters their ideas of ownership. What Jesus asked his followers to do is to usher in the Kingdom of God on earth, which looks totally different from the prevailing culture of greed, selfishness, and ambition. Christ-followers are the ones courageous enough to stand up for the poor, the neglected, and the hated. They are a community of sacrifice who share in a way that eliminates poverty among them and works with the logic of the upside-down kingdom. They are a peculiar people who seek to give up everything in order to find what is really valuable. It is a narrow road and not everyone will choose it, but there is no option to make the road wider and more comfortable. The highest call of the Church is to ask people to join "the Way" -- this way of life that is an expression of God's Will being done of earth as it is in heaven.</div><br /><br /><div>HOW CAN BOTH OF THESE BELIEFS BE TRUE AT THE SAME TIME? NOW YOU UNDERSTAND WHY I AM A CHRISTOPHRENIC. </div>Desiree Guzmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11426669179751504462noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496445398701662746.post-78970032339890816522008-10-29T07:31:00.001-07:002008-10-29T08:19:42.530-07:00I love My Kids! And I want great things for them.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvWeHj2oViPxrCLvB1r7vLouQOa8ARhMxlfZ4SqTlrnC-v-TSwgagWMxJ571u79pH6BNTfXZ1VGKHEId1TcR0VtYA8F7M39-UNHLyPj_jBh9C0XHbTcr0sVP8mhoJnwmtUPigKUColMuhn/s1600-h/Rick,+Me,+kids.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvWeHj2oViPxrCLvB1r7vLouQOa8ARhMxlfZ4SqTlrnC-v-TSwgagWMxJ571u79pH6BNTfXZ1VGKHEId1TcR0VtYA8F7M39-UNHLyPj_jBh9C0XHbTcr0sVP8mhoJnwmtUPigKUColMuhn/s320/Rick,+Me,+kids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262583581646174706" border="0" /></a><br />Rick and I don't have any children of our own yet, but the three kids in this picture: Musa, Little Rick, and Dollar (pronounced Doe - la) are just like family to us. I love these guys! Last night we celebrated Musa's 9th birthday. I can't believe it's been five and a half years since we first met them. Back then Dollar was in diapers and little Rick wasn't even born.<br /><br />On Monday I stopped at their house to visit and Dollar asked me, "Who are you going to vote for President? Obama or THE John McCain." I told her to guess. She said, "I know, THE John McCain." (I'm not sure why she added "THE" to his name.)<br /><br />"Nope," I said. "I'm voting for Obama." She frowned at me. "Hey, but you're white!" she said. I laughed a little bit at her response, but it made me sad. Dollar and I have been like family for five and a half years, white and black together. I love her like my own daughter, and yet somehow she has still managed to learn that white and black don't mix. That white people have reservations about choosing a black candidate. Dollar lives in Wheaton in a low income housing complex, but I'm sure that many of the kids in her Wheaton school come from affluent, white, evangelical homes. They are having a mock election at her school, so maybe she just noticed that most of the white kids (reflecting their parent's values) are voting for THE John McCain, and assumed that's what all white people will do. I tried to explain to Dollar that I was voting for Obama because I like his ideas, and that I would never vote for someone just because of the color of his or her skin. And I told her that I like and love lots of black people, her included. And I gave her a big squeeze and a kiss before she wiggled away to go play. I'm not sure she understood what I was saying. She's only in second grade. (Though old enough to pick up on racial divides that this election is bringing to the surface.)<br /><br />For so many reasons, but especially for Dollar's sake, (and kids like her) I really hope that Obama wins next week. I hope that black kids all across this country have the opportunity to learn something new about what is possible for them. I hope they have the chance to hear white people saying how proud they are of our new President, who happens to be black. I hope we get the chance to change Dollar's mind about white people and how they behave. That we get a chance to repent of our broken history and start a new chapter.<br /><br />Dollar is from a people group in Somalia that has been mistreated, put down, labeled, and abused for centuries. She came to the US with her family to find refuge from that kind of treatment. I desperately want her to find REAL equality here. I want her to know her own worth and value. I want her to know, not only that this white woman loves her like crazy and thinks she is totally amazing, but that white people in general respect and admire our black brothers and sisters. <br /><br />Dollar also comes from a Muslim household and knows that "Muslim" has been used like an insult against Obama (though he is, in fact, a Christian.) I also want her to know, not only that this Christian woman loves that spunky, joyful, Muslim little girl, but that Christians in general love and respect our Muslim brothers and sisters. <br /><br />I dream of the day when that's what Dollar experiences at school and in her neighborhood. It's time we started a new story in America, so that ALL our kids can have an equal chance at greatness.Desiree Guzmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11426669179751504462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496445398701662746.post-37415575586751681842008-10-17T23:40:00.000-07:002008-10-18T00:20:03.011-07:00Hurt FeelingsToday I hurt someone's feelings by speaking out. I can't share all the details but it involved challenging an organization this person was inviting me to get involved with -- an organization that portends to be an interfaith peace group, but was started by a very controversial "church" which has a leader who has written his own version of scripture, claims to be the Messiah and also claims to be able to communicate with the dead and to have produced sinless children. Their main goal is to create one world religion and one world government under the leadership of their leader. (Hmm, that sounds familiar from an earlier post.) I also had to warn some of my colleagues about the organization because they had been contacted by the same person with the same invitation.<br /><br />The person who invited me is very sweet and soft spoken and seems very innocent. I know that I embarrassed her by revealing the information. I tried to be firm, but gentle. But there wasn't any way that I could have said nothing. I know that now she thinks I am just judgemental and intolerant of her religion. I know that she deeply and sincerely believes in the goodness of the organization and it's mission. She says there is no agenda of conversion, but I find that very difficult to believe. I felt the need to protect those around me from what many people consider a cult. She said, "Couldn't people just come and see and decide for themselves?" It's a very rational question, I suppose...if it wasn't for the context.<br /><br />I still feel shakey from the experience. I don't know if she will ever come and talk to me again. I hope she will. I don't like the feeling of someone thinking that I might be against religious freedom or interfaith movements. I am certainly not. But I am against any church that concentrates authority in one powerful leader who rewrites scripture and claims to be the Messiah. Religions are so crazy. And people are so hungry for some kind of meaning and some kind of answer. That's why churches have to be so careful about how they lead and teach. The vulnerable are easily swayed, for good or for bad. People in churches need to think for themselves, no matter how good the Pastor is. I hope the little lamb I met today can listen for the voice of the Shepherd rising above the sound of wolves. I hope I can too.Desiree Guzmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11426669179751504462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3496445398701662746.post-54800527094578637092008-10-15T09:34:00.000-07:002008-10-15T09:44:23.086-07:00The Bible tells me so.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBgJbhEbE71j66ra1RzWFz53GO82JoYQflvvUuOe3W0vCVyBf4N0FxoGUlaqfqg3mXYfWLRW3vxUroa0OcdjFilyyAKu5u6DtWTi8L2F7K0O9P69RNGu8ItnifqeCdJFWnrqdvwCZh-yHg/s1600-h/wwd_world2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBgJbhEbE71j66ra1RzWFz53GO82JoYQflvvUuOe3W0vCVyBf4N0FxoGUlaqfqg3mXYfWLRW3vxUroa0OcdjFilyyAKu5u6DtWTi8L2F7K0O9P69RNGu8ItnifqeCdJFWnrqdvwCZh-yHg/s200/wwd_world2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257420731695070546" border="0" /></a><br />Our Bible doesn't say, "God Bless America." Our Bible says, "God so loved the WORLD."Desiree Guzmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11426669179751504462noreply@blogger.com0