Mapuján

In 2000, the community of Mapuján was terrorized by a paramilitary group. This group had conducted murders and massacres in nearby villages, and they called this community into the center of the town to do the same to them. This community, largely made up of Afro-Colombian people lined up in the centro and listened to the armed leaders discuss what would be done to them. According to their story, they prayed, and angels spoke to them from the hills. In that very moment, the armed leader received a call that there would be no massacre, and that they were to leave the people alone. While their lives were spared, their land was confiscated, rich in minerals, oil, and potential gems.









Sixty-five families from this community were displaced. With some help from the government and local churches, they began to begin life in a new community, called "New Mapuján " They began working together, building a new reality away from their home.







"It is hard to tell this story because we would like to forget it. We are sometimes told to forget it. Some people say it never happened."

"Thirteen campesinos were killed in these surrounding areas on that one day in October. Their bodies were investigated by the authorities and then eaten by the dogs."

"We did not want to come together and talk about what had happened. We let our feelings come through the fabric and speak for themselves."







An MCC worker in this area was assigned to do trauma work with a group of women from this community. Using their local artisan skills and fabric supplied by MCC, they began to tell their stories through the handicraft of tapestries. These tapestries have gotten national attention and were recently on display in Bogota at a variety of art exhibits. The detailed work in them is incredible. They represent layers of pain and trauma, documenting the historic memory of African slaves coming into Colombia to work for wealthy colonists. The emotion in the artwork is some of the strongest I have ever experienced. Some of these have been sold to an art collector, and some saved by the community. One was donated back to MCC. Whatever happens to them, it is a clear reflection of the pain and suffering distilled in this community more than 10 years ago and their long process of healing and hope.







One of my dreams is to someday find a way for these to make it to the US/Mennonite museums for display along with dialogue about our role in this conflict.

You can read more about it here.

The following video tells their story. I would not recommend it for children.

Mampuján: Chronicles of a Displacement [English Subtitles] from Malarial Alleys on Vimeo.

Delegation from Bluffton University

One highlight of my year was a trip with the delegation from Bluffton University to visit the Atlantic coast in Colombia. My dear friend and mentor from Mexico, Professor Paul Neufeld Weaver was leading the trip. Paul co-coordinated the study abroad program that I participated in as a college student. He lived in Mexico when his children were also young and learning Spanish. He witnessed me struggle with Spanish, fall in love with Aaron, and begin to understand global poverty and injustice. Bluffton University is in my home town, only a few short blocks from my parent's home where I lived for my entire childhood. When a friend asked my why this trip touched me so profoundly, this list started brewing in my mind, and it was not until recently that I could completely formulate what I wanted to say.





1. For months, I have been reading about cases of human rights violations, horrific stories of daily realities from people living in rural areas, many of which were close to the ones we visited. I have listened to displaced people describe their homes in this regions with longing and love. Reading about and listening to stories like this finally came alive for me once I was out of the city and in the environment where those stories came to being. The level of individual and communal trauma is incredibly pervasive in these places, but so is the commitment to justice and a better life. Emotions are REAL and RAW, and that is a place that I am drawn to. There was even a murder of a pastor in a neighboring city the night before we arrived, which was sobering and yet, made it all even more real for me. I was filled with respect for the people I now know who work in these situations on a daily basis, risking their lives for peace.

2. The beautiful, lush, green pastures of Sucre and Cordoba reminded me of home. We rolled through areas that looked just like the Flint Hills and some areas of Ohio, though with slightly different trees. There were fields of cattle and beautiful wildlife. Being back in a rural environment, far away from city noise and smells and distractions soothed me in a profound way.





3. It was the first time in our service term that I was traveling independently. I mean, I was not packing for children, worrying about their happiness and stability and how I was going to protect them and keep them entertained. Don't get me wrong, I love my children, but it was such a lovely break to leave with one toothbrush and not have to be in charge of anyone else.

4. I love college students. I miss college students. This is such an incredible time of questioning, analysis, new understandings, ripe conversations. For many of these students, this was their first direct experience understanding poverty or another culture. I know I witnessed life-changing conversations and experiences for them. This is sacred space. I know because I have been there.





5. For any young adults out there, I highly recommend the MCC program SEED. It is a two year intercultural program that combines service with intentional educational programming about global issues and international development. There is a SEED program in Colombia and they are routinely getting together, reading interesting political and cultural literature, listening to experts and each other, understanding Colombia on a deeper level. For those of us on regular, three year terms, we do not get the same kind of opportunities for intensive discourse and debate about socio-political and cultural factors. What we get, we pursue on our own. The ability to participate in conversations about Colombia with this delegation helped frame my broader understandings about what I am doing here.

6. No cooking, and no decisions about food. Again, I love to cook, but having some time where I was not in charge of food freed my mind and spirit to engage more in the realities around me.





7. Spirit of generosity and love. The little villages in the campo were filled with people who were very happy and patient with hosting so many foreigners. They fed us well, mostly food that came directly from their farms. They demonstrated with pride the way they grow the food, prepare it, cook it, and shared it with all of us. This happened even in situations where they did not have much of their own to eat. And we ate with gratitude whatever they had to offer.





8. Being outdoors. I was able to take a shower outside in the pouring rain. It was probably the most refreshing shower I have ever had. I was also able to sleep outdoors in a hammock, which was probably the best sleep I have had during my entire time in Colombia. We took some nice, slow, long walks in the countryside, visiting farms and talking with people. I felt my stress melt away.





9. Food. There are some different foods in the coastal regions of Colombia. I enjoyed locally made suero, which is a sour creamy-yogurt topping they eat with all kinds of foods. We also ate home-made cheeses, ñame, yucca, new fruits, plaintains in many forms, new kinds of arepas, fried fish, veggie slaws and black beans. There was definitely an African influence on many of these flavors.

10. Coming home. Sometimes, to appreciate your home and your family you just need a few days away. I was so happy to come home to a settled and happy family...which included Neil and Elizabeth, who were kindly helping us "sort-of-babysit" while Aaron was at a workshop.





Blessed. Be.

Expectations

"Expectations are like a coconut tree. The higher the tree, the harder the coconut falls."

Dia de Amor y Amistad

For a good celebration, my mother taught me to invite neighbors over and decorate cookies. So we did.

Hot off the Press

I work with the Investigation and Political Advocacy Project at Justapaz. Each year we publish a report documenting cases of political violence from Protestant and Evangelical churches in Colombia. Though my contributions felt minimal, it was an honor and a moment of pride to have accompanied this process for a full year cycle. It is a worthwhile project, documenting both the pain and hope of church communities in Colombia.

Beauty

"Mama, sometimes I like hockey better than soccer because you can knock people down."

#18, black helmet, orange wheels (he does the tip-off, or whatever you call it in hockey)