Friday, January 23, 2015

Choose Life: No More "Little" El Paso

As I was at a bus stop with some people I travel with regularly, another person was talking about another bus stop experience with someone else.  It was snowing in Las Cruces and my Hispanic friend was telling us a story.  He was at another bus stop with "a African-American, Neg.., black guy," as he said, and he had become covered in snow.  My friend said to him, "You're white now."  He apparently laughed and said, "Noooooo!" while laughing.  Yet, somehow, I was not offended.  The other people standing around us were all also not offended.  As a culture, we have become too serious.  In fact, everyone at the bus stop laughed at what he said because it was completely believable.  Yet, for as long as I can remember, El Paso seemed to be held captive by race.

When discussing minorities, I usually get in trouble for this statement: Everyone is a minority.  This is something I have always known because everyone in my family was a minority.  Before I knew that I was English, German, Irish, Scottish, Spanish, and American, I had blue eyes.  Everyone in my family origin had blue eyes except my mother.  Her eyes are hazel.  Our blue eyed minority was the majority, or so my science teacher taught us when we talked about genetics in middle school.  I wasn't ever teased about my blue eyes until someone needed to point out that Hitler liked blue eyed blonde haired people, so I had obviously been engineered that way because we were Lutherans at the time.  There were more kids in school in El Paso around me that hated their own eyes because they were brown like all of the other kids.  Like most El Pasoans, I went to a predominantly Hispanic school for most of my education.  In fact, my university education has been the same experience until I started at Liberty.  I don't remember a point in time when the majority of my classmates were not Hispanic.

I pray that one day El Paso realizes that being Hispanic is not a problem that people seem to think that it is.  I find to be incredibly frustrating that instead of being responsible for themselves and the work that they do that they say that "it's because this is a Hispanic culture to me."  They say it to me as though I don't know what shoddy work is or that I'm not an El Pasoan.  At some point, when I moved to Minnesota, I realized for the first time that I didn't fit in with the rest of the very white Norwegians there that I didn't fit in because, and I remember specifically that I thought, "I'm the wrong color."  The reason that people were speaking to me the way that they were was because they thought I was a white person.  When I wasn't in a bilingual community, I didn't know how to live.  I had lived on military posts in Europe and was always around more than one language before my family moved back to El Paso just before the 5th grade.  I don't remember race when I lived on post.  I remember Army guys and Girl Scouts.  Everyone had a uniform.

One of the things that I am more than painfully aware of about El Paso is that people like to compare it to other cities for a few reasons:  1) It's a Hispanic culture, so people can be sexist, misogynistic, bigoted, and overly capitalistic, 2)  people want to get away with being lazy, 3) illiterate and uneducated, 4) blame emotion or the heat, and 5) are indifferent to their surroundings.  People are people.  If someone can get away with doing whatever he or she wants, that person will.  I'm tired of people telling me why El Paso can't do something.  Usually, this comes to me in the form of something called "small El Paso mentality."  It is shown in the following two statements:  1) El Paso isn't New York, so bigotry is okay and 2) El Paso isn't San Francisco, so people don't have to let GLBT people have decent salaried positions unless they are will to essentially sell themselves as the post child for how inclusive the company really is.  I've been told over and over again, "Well, it's not New Mexico.  This is Texas" which is fairly demeaning since El Paso county is the historically democratic county in Texas.  People who do that are trying to get away with doing whatever they want.  Geographic discrimination is actually illegal.  Being an El Pasoan doesn't make me unenlightened, incapable of working properly, inhumane, or in need of special accommodations to accomplish tasks.

It's not the culture.  It's people's perception of what it is.  Lazy is lazy regardless of where a person is.  I was reading earlier about passive-aggressivity and what astonished me was how many employers and religious leaders I had had in the past five years who are incredibly passive-aggressive because they won't make a decision, will wait years to make one, or that they will intentionally target and sabotage an employee or member of the laity who is more talented that they are.  If you don't care, don't lead.

I accidentally found these passages this week.  "Take care of yourself, have a good time, and make the most of whatever God job you have for as long as God gives you life.  And that's about it.  That's the human lot.  Yes, we should make the most of what God gives, both the bounty and the capacity to enjoy it, accepting what's given and delighting in the work.  It's God's gift!  God deals out joy in the present, the now" (Ecclesiastes 5:18-20)  It really is okay to enjoy our lives.  It seems that people don't think that they have been given the ability to enjoy life.  When at least, Abrahamic believers have been given it as a gift.  El Pasoans should embrace ourselves joyously.

No, we are not New York, San Francisco, Denver, the Twin Cities or even Juarez.  We are not less than the others. There's only one on the border.  We are strong, smart, and capable of doing well.  We are able to serve one another and not tear each other down.  We are able to live well and be at peace.  We are El Paso!

L'Chaim!

Monday, January 5, 2015

Gratitude for Gifts

I had an wonderful phone call this afternoon which has prompted my gratitude list for this evening.

1.  I am grateful for Dr. Victoria Gonzalez.  During our conversation today, she told me that she thought I was a good teacher.  She thought that I would be good at teaching English to people who didn't know any at all.  For those who don't know, she's the reading specialist for Dona Ana Community College.  I was blessed to teach reading for this first time this past semester.  It was a wonderful experience for me and my students did really well.  I actually got to hear someone say that she didn't know why I wasn't assigned another reading class because she wanted me to teach another one.  I met her this past semester and for the spring the enrollment is really low.  She encouraged me to be a part of the training workshops throughout the semester.  She taught in the same room I did right before me.  Bless her heart, Dr. Gonzalez would leave things all the time on the desk.  I was blessed to constantly give her her belongs back.  I love losers because I am a finder.  She lost a lot for me to find.  She has a lot of experience teaching that and what I don't.  It was a blessing to her say that I was good at it; I don't hear that very much at all.  There were a lot of things that she said I would be good at teaching and doing.  She gave me a lot of gifts during our conversation.

2.  I am grateful for Connie Finke.  The conversation I had with her about being an inter-faith person and being a Christian at a Jewish Temple was wonderful.  We had a good time talking with each other and sharing devotion information.  It was a wonderful time.  She's fun and has her own wisdom.  I like that the conversation that I had with her prompted me to look into my Marian devotions again and think about the things within my own tradition that spring from Catholicism.  I had some wonderful prayer time with my Saint Augustine's Prayer Book again which I really like.  I feel more comfortable with it and have for about 7 or 8 years when I have my own person prayer time throughout the day.  I keep two prayer books and a devotion by my bed: 1) Saint Augustine's Prayer Book, 2) Prayers of Christian Consolation, and 3) the Rosary with the Luminous Mysteries.  Connie encourages me to continue to connect with the Blessed Virgin Mary and with Jesus throughout the day.  She is quite a gift to me.

3.  I am grateful for the Holocaust Museum in El Paso, TX.  I was there for the first time this past weekend.  I walked through the exhibit after being at the memorial for Sara Hauptman.  May her memory be a blessing.  I had an experience that I didn't know was going to happen.  I am very leary of public restrooms for several reasons and experiences.  I have been confronted in several of them due to my gender.  I never know what is going to happen in them and when I saw the shower heads in the exhibit which replicated the showers in Auschwitz which poured Zyklon B gas into the rooms, I became nauseous.  The not knowing what would happen in a locker room has been enough of a prohibitive experience for me to keep me out of gymnasiums as well as public bathrooms, unless they were single use restrooms, for a long time.  The fear was so amplified in the museum's exhibit that I thought I was going to pass out.  Thank God that I can choose whether or not to go into the bathrooms and locker rooms that are in society.

4.  I am grateful for the experiences that I have had getting to teach at another university.  I have been looking forward to the experience for a long time.  I am going to have a hybrid class.  I like that I will be able to teach partially online again.

5.  I am grateful for people I have met who just do the business that they are there to do.  I am happy that I know that there are people who are forthright about their business practices and don't make side deals about everything.  I am grateful to know people who will just do the work that they have been given to do instead of looking the other way, making excuses, blaming others, or trying to find ways to get out of doing the work.  I think it is why I like libraries.  I've never haggled with a librarian over checking out a book.  Thank God.        

All of these gifts have been given to me to help balance out the rest of my experiences right now.  It is important to know that I am not only experiencing problems in my life, but have a lot of encouragement and support for the positive things that I am doing.  It is wonderful to know that I have been blessed with so many positive things and trusted to work through the negative experiences in my life.

Sunday, January 4, 2015

Headed East?

I intentionally didn't write a blog for Western Christmas.  I don't think I was ready for it.  I love Advent.  I am usually not ready for Western Christmas when it appears.  It is important to me to follow the liturgical calendar and remain within myself.  If it takes me more time to move through the calendar then it does.  I am not held captive by predetermined boxes through which I am to schedule everything.  Since it has been a little while, I hope that people who do read this consider what I have been reflecting upon.  Whether my friends and family live in the north, south, east, or west, we usually have little time during the winter to be able to reflect a little more on what another year in our lives will bring.

While I didn't write specifically about Western Christmas, it seems that I am ready to go from Advent to Epiphany.  But, what happened to the birth of Jesus?  Well, this year, it's the next day: Eastern Christmas.

When I think of the upcoming season of Advent, I think of claymation.  While I understand that this may not be what others think of, I learned about jazz, claymation, and Epiphany through the California Raisins.  I loved the Christmas special when I was kid and watched it with anticipation every year.  "We Three Kings" quickly became my favorite season song while the other kids were in love with Frosty the Snowman and Rudolf the Red-Nosed Reindeer.  When people say Rudolf, I think of Chevrolets.  I'm an El Pasoan.  While this is not the wisest of holiday specials or commercials, tv has played a large role in most people's lives.  It doesn't play such a large role in my life anymore.  So, I didn't watch one holiday special this year and don't intend to which has caused me to question:  What are the wise gifts that I bring this Epiphany for the Christ child?  It's the "Little Drummer Boy" who asks this question in our lore about the nativity.  So what do I bring:

My Gold:  My creativity is the most malleable gift I have been given to give back.  Under standard conditions, just like gold, I think my creativity remains a part of my life as a practice that I have continued to have throughout the work I do and the thoughts about the future I have.

My Frankincense:  Just as frankincense is the most common incense in every major world religion, the one thing I have in common with everyone else is my humanity.  I am not a perfect human being, and it is in the places where I find myself to be human and not other than I am that I bring to give.  My gift is imperfection and difference which is common to everyone.

My Myrrh:  My gift of blood-passion, as myrrh balances the blood from birth, is a connection with nature and the natural world.  I'm from a family of farmers.  Connecting with nature empowers every other gift, large and small, that I have been given.  

Just like a heated censer, gold, frankincense, and myrrh combine to visual prayers of creativity, commonality, and connecting with nature for all of God's children.  This is the wisdom that I have found in the time I have spent reflecting on and preparing for next year.  It is only in wisdom that anyone is really ready for Christmas -- the gift of God of Himself to us with us for us.

Eastern Christmas takes place this year on January 7th, one day after Western Epiphany.  Some people may think it is just 6s and 7s.  2015 in sequence yields between west moving back to the east: "the vision of God is Christ the Lord."  A divine gift to an ailing world seeking for God is oneness with Him to which "All the People Said Amen."