We've been out of virtual touch for more than a month. It does not seem like we have been back in Brighton for almost two months.
Our lives have somewhat returned to normal or perhaps as normal as it can be for graduate students. Our group met last night to process our trip to Mustard Seed Communities. We learned during our meeting that one of our members, who is graduating in a few weeks, is discerning his experience and considering a return to Jamaica after graduation. Another member shared that she would like to try and help bring a greater awareness to family planning and health to Jamaican teenagers.
Others of us are not quite sure what this trip will mean for us. It has all flown by so quickly. We talked about ideas on going forward and we may continue to meet in the summertime and perhaps try and get in touch with future groups who may take the trip. There is an added benefit to going back through an experience and sharing it with others. It helps with our processing and helps tell the stories of people within the Mustard Seed Communities.
An audio slide show from our trip has been produced and will hopefully be shown to other students or posted on the school's Web site. The slide show was actually used during our reflection Sunday. We used it to draw upon memories of generosity from our trip in Jamaica and now here in Brighton. It is amazing how technology can really re-create scenes and emotions in an instant. If we get the video up and running online we can post a link to this blog. We'll try and figure out a way to share it with people who have been so supportive for us.
On another administrative note we've begun to send thank you notes to people who have supported us financially, emotionally or through their prayers.
This blog may only have one or two posts left given the fact that our processing is coming to an end.
To those who have supported us either with prayers, well wishes or a few dollars we thank you for everything you have done for us. We could not have made the trip without the support of our family, friends and classmates.
This blog has been read around the world and our classmates have come up to us and thanked us for sharing our experience.
It has been a blessing to be the blog's lead contributor and communications person. I hope to upload the slide show soon.
-Clarissa Aljentera
Monday, April 27, 2009
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Tears, laugher come with first reflection meeting
Our first meeting was a mix of joy and a little bit of tears. We gathered for a potluck at the STM where we shared about our first two weeks back in Boston. For some of us the transition has been difficult as we ask ourselves, ‘Does it really matter if we have an MA in pastoral ministry when these kids are seeking affection or playing games with us?’ or “How can we incorporate this experience into our daily lives?’ or ‘Where was God really calling me to be present during that trip?’
Sometimes the mere mention of a child’s name can bring tears to our eyes. As we reflect back on our experience with fondness and love it brings a tinge of sadness. It seems like we were there yesterday cradling the children and chasing them around Blessed Assurance.
We certainly laughed at the experiences of the week as we shared fried plantains, fruit salad, and chocolate chip cookies. It was the first meal we had together since we had been back at school. When we were in Jamaica all our meals were in community.
During our first meeting we also discussed what we should do with our excess fundraising money. We talked about dividing it between glaze for the Mustard Seed potters who will need the glaze to make beautiful pottery. We also talked about how we can assist MSC as they overcome the devastating fire to one of their homes. Officials estimate it was a loss of $175,000. The children will need to have everything replaced. Thankfully, they are safe and sound. Some of our group members will meet with others at Boston College to decide how we as a community can best serve MSC.
Sometimes the mere mention of a child’s name can bring tears to our eyes. As we reflect back on our experience with fondness and love it brings a tinge of sadness. It seems like we were there yesterday cradling the children and chasing them around Blessed Assurance.
We certainly laughed at the experiences of the week as we shared fried plantains, fruit salad, and chocolate chip cookies. It was the first meal we had together since we had been back at school. When we were in Jamaica all our meals were in community.
During our first meeting we also discussed what we should do with our excess fundraising money. We talked about dividing it between glaze for the Mustard Seed potters who will need the glaze to make beautiful pottery. We also talked about how we can assist MSC as they overcome the devastating fire to one of their homes. Officials estimate it was a loss of $175,000. The children will need to have everything replaced. Thankfully, they are safe and sound. Some of our group members will meet with others at Boston College to decide how we as a community can best serve MSC.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Devastating fire at Mustard Seed
We learned that one home for Mustard Seed Communities was destroyed in a fire late Monday. Martha's House, which is located in Kingston, Jamaica and houses 30 children was gutted. Two children were sent to a hospital and one caregiver suffered a broken leg.
This particular home housed children with HIV/AIDS. The children affected by the blaze were taken to other homes. Thankfully, their medication was saved. However, they lost everything else in the fire.
Authorities were unclear what started the blaze.
Please keep Mustard Seed Communities in your thoughts and prayers.
This particular home housed children with HIV/AIDS. The children affected by the blaze were taken to other homes. Thankfully, their medication was saved. However, they lost everything else in the fire.
Authorities were unclear what started the blaze.
Please keep Mustard Seed Communities in your thoughts and prayers.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Settling back into life
Time can fly when you are having fun or maybe re-adjusting back into school life.
Seven days have past since we have returned from Montego Bay, Jamaica. And it doesn't seem like it has been a week since we last saw the children. Reality has begun to sink in as our semester winds down.
A few of our group members have caught up with each other this week in the halls of the STM or during informal conversations in our homes and apartments. The first 72 hours of life in Boston seemed to overwhelm some. It was hard not seeing the children and the beautiful faces of Mustard Seed Communities.
Our friends and classmates have bombarded us with questions and some of us have been curt with responses such as awesome, enriching or amazing. The word tiring has not come up yet although many of us are still trying to catch up on rest. It is hard to wrap our hands around the emotions that overwhelmed us and flooded our every being.
We've asked questions of each other such as, "So, what now?" and made statements such as, "I need help processing this."
Our team member, Jess, set up a photo sharing site where we have posted our photographs for our group to see. And looking back at the photographs of the Cathedral in Montego Bay, the cottages at Blessed Assurance and most importantly the children bring us back to a simpler place that didn't include homework demands, context text messages and adult realities of medical appointments and paying bills.
Currently we are planned to gather as a group in a week to help each other process and share a meal. We have been asked to think about our struggles this week and our high points.
We will report back and let you know how that process goes.
Seven days have past since we have returned from Montego Bay, Jamaica. And it doesn't seem like it has been a week since we last saw the children. Reality has begun to sink in as our semester winds down.
A few of our group members have caught up with each other this week in the halls of the STM or during informal conversations in our homes and apartments. The first 72 hours of life in Boston seemed to overwhelm some. It was hard not seeing the children and the beautiful faces of Mustard Seed Communities.
Our friends and classmates have bombarded us with questions and some of us have been curt with responses such as awesome, enriching or amazing. The word tiring has not come up yet although many of us are still trying to catch up on rest. It is hard to wrap our hands around the emotions that overwhelmed us and flooded our every being.
We've asked questions of each other such as, "So, what now?" and made statements such as, "I need help processing this."
Our team member, Jess, set up a photo sharing site where we have posted our photographs for our group to see. And looking back at the photographs of the Cathedral in Montego Bay, the cottages at Blessed Assurance and most importantly the children bring us back to a simpler place that didn't include homework demands, context text messages and adult realities of medical appointments and paying bills.
Currently we are planned to gather as a group in a week to help each other process and share a meal. We have been asked to think about our struggles this week and our high points.
We will report back and let you know how that process goes.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
We're back!
Hi all -
This is just a quick note to let you know that the missionaries from the STM are back in Boston. We arrived from Montego Bay, JA around 8p.m. It was a wonderful week with amazing folks from Blessed Assurance in Montego Bay. We met 41 amazing children and their caregivers. Each one of them embraced us lovingly.
We will post more later as we decompress, unpack and ready for school on Monday!
Thanks to all who prayed for us, kept us in their thoughts and wished us well.
Take care,
Clarissa
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Mustard Seed update
March 5, 2009
Days and tasks in Jamaica seem to roll together. We have now spent six days here in the Mustard Seed Communities in Montego Bay.
Physically we are worn down from the daily tasks of priming the new Chapel, painting the children’s therapy room and varnishing the floor. We rise at 6a.m. and begin our day with a meal of toast, pok choy with cod and eggs.
Around 8a.m .we move to one of the four cottages that house close to 40 residents aged 18 mos. To 18-years-old. Some are jumping up and down to see us while others, who are bed ridden, are smiling and grinning as we amble through the doors.
We will sing and pray some mornings and other mornings assist with feeding the children bread or porridge.
Once we complete the morning devotions and breakfast we start our own tasks. We’ll work until noon, break for lunch and resume working until 3:30 p.m.
One afternoon we were blessed with a visit from Mustard Seed Communities founder Fr. Greg Ramkissoon. He started the communities more than 30 years ago. That afternoon he was a whirlwind of inspiration as he quickly surveyed the property and began looking at the Chapel. He asked for advice on color and even its name. He asked us our names, our programs and how we were eating.
A few folks in the group are unsure of how this trip will affect our lives. A handful of us were initially shocked at the twisted limbs of the children as we walked through their front doors. The smell of dirty diapers can be overwhelming in the afternoon heat. But once you look past the sights and smells you look into the children’s eyes and see their soul. You can see how happy they are to have company and someone by their side. They tug at your hands and jump into your arms.
They clamor for attention and play peek-a-boo behind their door. They sway to a beat as you gently clap your hands. Sometimes you aren’t sure what they are singing but the beat in their head is prominent.
*************
In Jamaica we hear that things are at a different pace. Less hectic. Less structured. The local word for this is ‘Irie.” Wehave experienced moments of this. We went to Mass at the Mo-Bay (Montego Bay) Cathedral. Bishop Charles Dufour gave a wonderful homily complete with a song in the middle of it. Lots of music and swaying. Engaging and lively. Prayerful and reverent. One of the most wonderful Masses I have attended. And it was two hours. Meeting the Bishop afterwards was great. He is a native Jamaican which is few and far between for this island.
-Michelle Kelley.
***********
Kids are kids. I keep seeing my pre-school nephews in these children. Despite being worlds apart and separated by disabilities, the same things can elicit a smile or laugh – a song, a funny face – the same things are challenges – sharing, setting boundaries. I try to keep this in mind as I see how little these kids have, even though it is much more than they would have if they were not here. I wonder if they are even aware of what they lack. Or if they are simply satisfied with what they have.
-Douglas Leal
**************
Beautiful children, smiles, play, work, prayer, friendships, sun, blessings…There’s no where else I’d rather be right now.
-Nathaniel Samuel
***************
“The Mustard Tree”
Bubbles are wafting out of the girls cottage. They erupt in laughter like giddy summer campers.
In the babies’ dorm Jane patiently feeds Curtis and learns Jasmine’s spirituals. Michelle plays with mobile Marissa and Heidi dances with string-legged Robert. Douglas pushes the twins down the avenue.
In the early morning the rooster crows, the kittens meow and the children begin their calls. In the spreading down their choral of whimpers and shouts plays.
The boys hang out the window, clamoring for attention. Their frustration spills out into whacks on each other and on the volunteers, grabbing and other boyish mischief.
All the emotion is palatable, right there on the surface bursting into joy and sorrow. The light of their candles burns glorious kindled by care and love.
The care givers love them like their own, diligently bathing and feeding and wrapping them in kind discipline.
The tree is growing strong, branches thick with fruit. The light of Christ streams from the well and pours out light in their eyes in the smiles, in their touch.
Like the withered hand that is healed, the growth isn’t always easy. The tears balm the wounds – all of ours, but we are all pulled toward the Son, whose love grows inside ours.
-Bill Gural
******************
Come!
“Come!” Tis is the word the children here at Mustards Seed Communities use to get your attention. They use it to invite you to come and sit with them. Come push their wheelchairs. And come play peek-a-book through the pink shutters of their house.
I felt excited, anxious and emotional all at once as I entered the boys dorm for the first time. I honestly don’t think that anyone or anything could have prepared me for what I saw as I walked through those doors.
A dozen little boys, laying on beds, curled up in cribs, sitting in wheelchairs, peeking down at us from the stairs, jumping around, and a few calmly starring out the window. Their twisted limbs and frail bodies made me hesitate, their loud wailing and moans startled me. I took a deep breath, kneeled down and reached out my hand to a boy who was immobile on a bed to the left of the door. As I looked into his eyes I was moved. I saw the mystery within him. It was not that the pain and suffering was not, but only that I was able to see past his contoured body and see him.
Come. Come hold their hands. Come let the children be your teachers. Come look into their eyes. Come, learn their abilities and disabilities. Come, come to Mustard Seed and see.
-Heidi Kallen
*****************
Look Beyond
Look beyond my useless body and see the face of Jesus.
Look beyond my anger and pain and see the face of Jesus.
Look beyond my frailties and see the face of Jesus.
Look beyond my crying out and see the face of Jesus.
Look beyond my angry outbursts and see the face of Jesus.
Look beyond my tears of frustration and see the face of Jesus.
Touch my heart with your heart and see the face of Jesus.
Look into the loving smile on my face and see the face of Jesus.
-Jane Lash
Days and tasks in Jamaica seem to roll together. We have now spent six days here in the Mustard Seed Communities in Montego Bay.
Physically we are worn down from the daily tasks of priming the new Chapel, painting the children’s therapy room and varnishing the floor. We rise at 6a.m. and begin our day with a meal of toast, pok choy with cod and eggs.
Around 8a.m .we move to one of the four cottages that house close to 40 residents aged 18 mos. To 18-years-old. Some are jumping up and down to see us while others, who are bed ridden, are smiling and grinning as we amble through the doors.
We will sing and pray some mornings and other mornings assist with feeding the children bread or porridge.
Once we complete the morning devotions and breakfast we start our own tasks. We’ll work until noon, break for lunch and resume working until 3:30 p.m.
One afternoon we were blessed with a visit from Mustard Seed Communities founder Fr. Greg Ramkissoon. He started the communities more than 30 years ago. That afternoon he was a whirlwind of inspiration as he quickly surveyed the property and began looking at the Chapel. He asked for advice on color and even its name. He asked us our names, our programs and how we were eating.
A few folks in the group are unsure of how this trip will affect our lives. A handful of us were initially shocked at the twisted limbs of the children as we walked through their front doors. The smell of dirty diapers can be overwhelming in the afternoon heat. But once you look past the sights and smells you look into the children’s eyes and see their soul. You can see how happy they are to have company and someone by their side. They tug at your hands and jump into your arms.
They clamor for attention and play peek-a-boo behind their door. They sway to a beat as you gently clap your hands. Sometimes you aren’t sure what they are singing but the beat in their head is prominent.
*************
In Jamaica we hear that things are at a different pace. Less hectic. Less structured. The local word for this is ‘Irie.” Wehave experienced moments of this. We went to Mass at the Mo-Bay (Montego Bay) Cathedral. Bishop Charles Dufour gave a wonderful homily complete with a song in the middle of it. Lots of music and swaying. Engaging and lively. Prayerful and reverent. One of the most wonderful Masses I have attended. And it was two hours. Meeting the Bishop afterwards was great. He is a native Jamaican which is few and far between for this island.
-Michelle Kelley.
***********
Kids are kids. I keep seeing my pre-school nephews in these children. Despite being worlds apart and separated by disabilities, the same things can elicit a smile or laugh – a song, a funny face – the same things are challenges – sharing, setting boundaries. I try to keep this in mind as I see how little these kids have, even though it is much more than they would have if they were not here. I wonder if they are even aware of what they lack. Or if they are simply satisfied with what they have.
-Douglas Leal
**************
Beautiful children, smiles, play, work, prayer, friendships, sun, blessings…There’s no where else I’d rather be right now.
-Nathaniel Samuel
***************
“The Mustard Tree”
Bubbles are wafting out of the girls cottage. They erupt in laughter like giddy summer campers.
In the babies’ dorm Jane patiently feeds Curtis and learns Jasmine’s spirituals. Michelle plays with mobile Marissa and Heidi dances with string-legged Robert. Douglas pushes the twins down the avenue.
In the early morning the rooster crows, the kittens meow and the children begin their calls. In the spreading down their choral of whimpers and shouts plays.
The boys hang out the window, clamoring for attention. Their frustration spills out into whacks on each other and on the volunteers, grabbing and other boyish mischief.
All the emotion is palatable, right there on the surface bursting into joy and sorrow. The light of their candles burns glorious kindled by care and love.
The care givers love them like their own, diligently bathing and feeding and wrapping them in kind discipline.
The tree is growing strong, branches thick with fruit. The light of Christ streams from the well and pours out light in their eyes in the smiles, in their touch.
Like the withered hand that is healed, the growth isn’t always easy. The tears balm the wounds – all of ours, but we are all pulled toward the Son, whose love grows inside ours.
-Bill Gural
******************
Come!
“Come!” Tis is the word the children here at Mustards Seed Communities use to get your attention. They use it to invite you to come and sit with them. Come push their wheelchairs. And come play peek-a-book through the pink shutters of their house.
I felt excited, anxious and emotional all at once as I entered the boys dorm for the first time. I honestly don’t think that anyone or anything could have prepared me for what I saw as I walked through those doors.
A dozen little boys, laying on beds, curled up in cribs, sitting in wheelchairs, peeking down at us from the stairs, jumping around, and a few calmly starring out the window. Their twisted limbs and frail bodies made me hesitate, their loud wailing and moans startled me. I took a deep breath, kneeled down and reached out my hand to a boy who was immobile on a bed to the left of the door. As I looked into his eyes I was moved. I saw the mystery within him. It was not that the pain and suffering was not, but only that I was able to see past his contoured body and see him.
Come. Come hold their hands. Come let the children be your teachers. Come look into their eyes. Come, learn their abilities and disabilities. Come, come to Mustard Seed and see.
-Heidi Kallen
*****************
Look Beyond
Look beyond my useless body and see the face of Jesus.
Look beyond my anger and pain and see the face of Jesus.
Look beyond my frailties and see the face of Jesus.
Look beyond my crying out and see the face of Jesus.
Look beyond my angry outbursts and see the face of Jesus.
Look beyond my tears of frustration and see the face of Jesus.
Touch my heart with your heart and see the face of Jesus.
Look into the loving smile on my face and see the face of Jesus.
-Jane Lash
Friday, February 27, 2009
A new "way of seeing"
Tomorrow we leave for Jamaica and I am torn. On the one hand, I want to be completely open to the experience and not have any expectations. I want to be expectant, but let go of my expectations. On the other hand, I certainly have expectations. Mostly, I am praying that my perspective will be changed by my time in Jamaica—my perspective on the poor, the world, God, myself. In short, I am hoping for a new “way of seeing.” Perhaps it’s my recent reading of Julian of Norwich and her emphasis that we must learn to see as God sees. Reading Julian called to mind something John Cusick often said when I heard him preach in Chicago—that we sin because we don’t see ourselves the way God sees us. John and Julian both agree that God’s way of seeing is love. I’m hoping my time in Jamaica will “open my eyes” to this way of seeing. This is my expectation, but who knows what God has in store for me, for us, for Mustard Seed? We’ll have to wait and “see.”
-Douglas Leal
-Douglas Leal
Sunday, February 22, 2009
A deep breath and then a release
It will be a matter of days and hours before our plane touches down in Jamaica. Our last meeting before the trip was a mixture of prayer, smiles and laughs. Some of us are concerned about being open to being a vessel for the work of God. Others are trying not to have expectations. We're all excited that one week from today we'll be sitting in Mustard Seed Communities.
With semester break peeking around the corner we are now kicking into high gear for our academics as well as our trip. Two of our members are completing the first draft of their thesis and others of us are preparing papers that are due this week.
Tonight, we discussed what emotions, smells and sights we will encounter as we touchdown in Montego Bay. Words such as community, cacophony, release, interesting smells and excitement rose during our conversation.
Having only known each other for a short while it will be interesting to see how our relationships develop in the next two weeks.
Logistics are planned out with drivers to and from the airport assigned. We are packing our things and gathering items such as sunscreen, bug spray, medications and water bottles.
We have a sending forth liturgy planned for 12:15 p.m. Tues. at the Holy Spirit Chapel at the STM.
It is hard to believe our trip is here after months of planning, fundraising and raising awareness.
We are unsure how the blogging will work at Blessed Assurance if it will work at all.
A running notebook(s) will be kept from each day and perhaps posted once we return.
Thanks for all your prayers, thoughts and kind words thus far. The most exciting part of our journey awaits.
With semester break peeking around the corner we are now kicking into high gear for our academics as well as our trip. Two of our members are completing the first draft of their thesis and others of us are preparing papers that are due this week.
Tonight, we discussed what emotions, smells and sights we will encounter as we touchdown in Montego Bay. Words such as community, cacophony, release, interesting smells and excitement rose during our conversation.
Having only known each other for a short while it will be interesting to see how our relationships develop in the next two weeks.
Logistics are planned out with drivers to and from the airport assigned. We are packing our things and gathering items such as sunscreen, bug spray, medications and water bottles.
We have a sending forth liturgy planned for 12:15 p.m. Tues. at the Holy Spirit Chapel at the STM.
It is hard to believe our trip is here after months of planning, fundraising and raising awareness.
We are unsure how the blogging will work at Blessed Assurance if it will work at all.
A running notebook(s) will be kept from each day and perhaps posted once we return.
Thanks for all your prayers, thoughts and kind words thus far. The most exciting part of our journey awaits.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Raising funds, awareness
The fundraiser was a success. Organizers estimated that 60 people came through the doors ready to donate, donate, donate. We raised just under $1,000 from Friday night's event that drew students, faculty, friends, and relatives.
We sold out of the homemade rum punch. The Jamaican food we served was devoured. And all-in-all folks stuck around and had fun.
Many of us on the team were surprised how successful we were pulling the two-hour event together. It was magical watching everyone in action.
Many of our silent auction items were sold. And folks seemed pleased with the items they walked away with.
We have our last formation meeting Sunday to talk about community. Wendy e-mailed us today and told us our project during our trip will be digging ditches and painting.
It is hard to believe that our trip is almost here.
Friday, January 30, 2009
Story from the BC Chronicle about the trip
Here is a story that ran in the Jan. 29 issue of the BC Chronicle. Please follow the link to view the rest of the story.
Planting the seeds
School of Theology and Ministry graduate student Wendy Samuel remembers the comments volunteers made to her during her work at the Mustard Seed Communities, a home for abandoned and disabled children in Jamaica.
Many adults looked past the children's twisted limbs and their impoverished backgrounds, she says, and instead saw Christ in the children whose parents abandoned them on park benches and in sugar cane fields. The experience was personally and spiritually inspiring, to say the least — and she's expecting more of the same.
Samuel will be leading a group of fellow STM students on a service immersion trip during spring break to Jamaica, where they will volunteer in the Mustard Seed Communities for a week.
The service trip, which begins Feb. 28, will be the first for STM, which opened last fall. It also will be a homecoming for Samuel and her husband, Nathaniel, since both volunteered and worked in the community for several years.
http://www.bc.edu/publications/chronicle/around-campus.html
Planting the seeds
School of Theology and Ministry graduate student Wendy Samuel remembers the comments volunteers made to her during her work at the Mustard Seed Communities, a home for abandoned and disabled children in Jamaica.
Many adults looked past the children's twisted limbs and their impoverished backgrounds, she says, and instead saw Christ in the children whose parents abandoned them on park benches and in sugar cane fields. The experience was personally and spiritually inspiring, to say the least — and she's expecting more of the same.
Samuel will be leading a group of fellow STM students on a service immersion trip during spring break to Jamaica, where they will volunteer in the Mustard Seed Communities for a week.
The service trip, which begins Feb. 28, will be the first for STM, which opened last fall. It also will be a homecoming for Samuel and her husband, Nathaniel, since both volunteered and worked in the community for several years.
http://www.bc.edu/publications/chronicle/around-campus.html
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Fundraiser party for Jamaica
An assortment of juices for a homemade rum punch and five cases of Red Stripe are ready to be consumed for our Jamaica fundraiser this Friday.
Gifts for the silent auction have been set aside and fliers as well as announcements have been made.
We're just hours from our big party. Team Jamaica decided early on in the planning process to have one big thing and one small thing to help raise funds and awareness for our trip.
Although we've received a good amount of funding from the School of Theology and Ministry we are still working on raising money.
We are in the midst of final preparations for our trip. We are getting our immunizations and prescriptions in order. We are putting aside our work pants, shorts and hats. We are entering into our meetings for prayer and logistics.
Our friends and classmates are excited for our party. They are talking up like it's the 'seen and be seen' of the STM. Yup.
If you are around the area Friday come celebrate with us. We are asking for $5 at the door and about the same for drinks alcoholic and non-alcoholic.
The party starts at 5p.m. at 129 Lake Street. Look for the two lions. Roarrrrrrrrr...
Gifts for the silent auction have been set aside and fliers as well as announcements have been made.
We're just hours from our big party. Team Jamaica decided early on in the planning process to have one big thing and one small thing to help raise funds and awareness for our trip.
Although we've received a good amount of funding from the School of Theology and Ministry we are still working on raising money.
We are in the midst of final preparations for our trip. We are getting our immunizations and prescriptions in order. We are putting aside our work pants, shorts and hats. We are entering into our meetings for prayer and logistics.
Our friends and classmates are excited for our party. They are talking up like it's the 'seen and be seen' of the STM. Yup.
If you are around the area Friday come celebrate with us. We are asking for $5 at the door and about the same for drinks alcoholic and non-alcoholic.
The party starts at 5p.m. at 129 Lake Street. Look for the two lions. Roarrrrrrrrr...
Monday, January 26, 2009
Where am I going?
Jamaica. Mustard Seed Communities. Where am I going?
If five years ago, even two years ago someone told me I would be going to Jamaica I would have jumped for joy! Going to a warm climate for a trip sounds like fun to me. This is my idea of vacation. For me when I think of Jamaica, I think of paradise. Lush, flowering plants with intoxicating aromas. So many shades of green that the eyes are overwhelmed by the intensity. There is an island native music that makes ones hips sway to a beat and beckon for one more dance in the warm air. I can imagine a happy couple embracing each other as the sun sets on the horizon. Maybe they even lock in a passionate kiss. Jamaica. Paradise.
If someone had told me I would be going to Jamaica for a service immersion trip to work with children at Mustard Seed Communities I would have laughed at them. If Jamaica is paradise, what will a service immersion trip be? How can it be Paradise? This couldn’t be further from the truth. Well, actually there are parallel truths. My trip to Jamaica will include seeing the vibrant colors, the plants and flowers. Except instead of being intoxicated by the aromas and smells I will be admiring them out of a spirit of thankfulness for God’s creation. The music I hear will inspire a rhythm and beat. Yet rather than dance the night away we will be dancing for the Lord of the dance. Will there be happiness and love? Yes, there will be love. Love for my neighbor. Love for the children. Yes, I think Jamaica will be filled with warm embraces as I laugh, live, and get to know my fellow Christian brothers and sisters at Mustard Seed Communities. The national motto of Jamaica is “Out of Many, One People”. The many different experiences, moments, facets, and people are Jamaica. They make this great island a paradise. Yes, indeed I am going to Jamaica.
- Michelle Kelley
If five years ago, even two years ago someone told me I would be going to Jamaica I would have jumped for joy! Going to a warm climate for a trip sounds like fun to me. This is my idea of vacation. For me when I think of Jamaica, I think of paradise. Lush, flowering plants with intoxicating aromas. So many shades of green that the eyes are overwhelmed by the intensity. There is an island native music that makes ones hips sway to a beat and beckon for one more dance in the warm air. I can imagine a happy couple embracing each other as the sun sets on the horizon. Maybe they even lock in a passionate kiss. Jamaica. Paradise.
If someone had told me I would be going to Jamaica for a service immersion trip to work with children at Mustard Seed Communities I would have laughed at them. If Jamaica is paradise, what will a service immersion trip be? How can it be Paradise? This couldn’t be further from the truth. Well, actually there are parallel truths. My trip to Jamaica will include seeing the vibrant colors, the plants and flowers. Except instead of being intoxicated by the aromas and smells I will be admiring them out of a spirit of thankfulness for God’s creation. The music I hear will inspire a rhythm and beat. Yet rather than dance the night away we will be dancing for the Lord of the dance. Will there be happiness and love? Yes, there will be love. Love for my neighbor. Love for the children. Yes, I think Jamaica will be filled with warm embraces as I laugh, live, and get to know my fellow Christian brothers and sisters at Mustard Seed Communities. The national motto of Jamaica is “Out of Many, One People”. The many different experiences, moments, facets, and people are Jamaica. They make this great island a paradise. Yes, indeed I am going to Jamaica.
- Michelle Kelley
Monday, January 19, 2009
Finding community, working toward a sacramental life
I have been reflecting on community lately having just got back from a five day retreat at Glastonbury Abbey in Hingham.
Our prayer, fellowship, and the opening of our hearts and souls by the grace of God through the hospitality and faith of the monks made me realize how important it is to share our lives in God's love.
I am glad to have another community to share some of my journey with- first this BC mission trip, and second the Mustard Seed Community itself. I am glad that to know that we are holding each other in prayer, and have been getting to know each other.
I realize there are challenges also to community when my fears come up. I believe this is a good opportunity to grow, and to become more fully alive.
I know the sacramental life is critical in forming community. Sharing in liturgy and Eucharist is very important, and this helps us have the strength and confidence to truly open ourselves to God and one another.
I know I am better at theory than practice. And I hope and pray to have the trust and courage to practice this.
Another thought kicking around in my head is the hardship we will see not only in the handicaps of the children but also in the poverty of Jamaica. I believe this will also reveal my own spiritual poverty.
Blessings to y'all and look forward to seeing you soon.
Bill Gural
Our prayer, fellowship, and the opening of our hearts and souls by the grace of God through the hospitality and faith of the monks made me realize how important it is to share our lives in God's love.
I am glad to have another community to share some of my journey with- first this BC mission trip, and second the Mustard Seed Community itself. I am glad that to know that we are holding each other in prayer, and have been getting to know each other.
I realize there are challenges also to community when my fears come up. I believe this is a good opportunity to grow, and to become more fully alive.
I know the sacramental life is critical in forming community. Sharing in liturgy and Eucharist is very important, and this helps us have the strength and confidence to truly open ourselves to God and one another.
I know I am better at theory than practice. And I hope and pray to have the trust and courage to practice this.
Another thought kicking around in my head is the hardship we will see not only in the handicaps of the children but also in the poverty of Jamaica. I believe this will also reveal my own spiritual poverty.
Blessings to y'all and look forward to seeing you soon.
Bill Gural
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Our first group meeting
This photograph was taken at our first group meeting for the STM's Mustard Seed Mission Trip 2009.
Monday, December 15, 2008
Freedom and beyond
As our year starts to wind down we think more of schedules and 'to-do' lists than we do living in the moment. For many of our fellow students within the STM our thoughts are on finishing finals, packing for our Christmas trips home or perhaps how we'll spend our holiday time.
There's a hurried pace at which people scurry by us on the sidewalks or around campus. With books and papers in hand everyone is in a rush to finish the semester strong or at least as strong as they can.
It feels almost breathless some days. But in the midst of the hectic times of holidays and finals our group gathered for another meeting to talk about another pillar of Mustard Seed.
Our focus that afternoon was freedom. We talked about images, phrases and people that meant freedom. Our conversation led us to images of water, children playing and Martin Luther King Jr.
Some of us also shared where Mustard Seed fits in our prayer lives. We were asked, "Have you been praying about Mustard Seed?"
And one of us admitted that it hadn't entered into prayer yet. That was echoed around the group. It seems tough enough to complete assignments for class, work part-time jobs and find time for friends.
But for the sake of our journey as a community and as individuals some of us acknowledged it was time to start chipping away at that part of our lives.
There's a hurried pace at which people scurry by us on the sidewalks or around campus. With books and papers in hand everyone is in a rush to finish the semester strong or at least as strong as they can.
It feels almost breathless some days. But in the midst of the hectic times of holidays and finals our group gathered for another meeting to talk about another pillar of Mustard Seed.
Our focus that afternoon was freedom. We talked about images, phrases and people that meant freedom. Our conversation led us to images of water, children playing and Martin Luther King Jr.
Some of us also shared where Mustard Seed fits in our prayer lives. We were asked, "Have you been praying about Mustard Seed?"
And one of us admitted that it hadn't entered into prayer yet. That was echoed around the group. It seems tough enough to complete assignments for class, work part-time jobs and find time for friends.
But for the sake of our journey as a community and as individuals some of us acknowledged it was time to start chipping away at that part of our lives.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Welcome to our virtual community!
In the midst of our graduate studies at Boston College, a dozen of students associated with the School of Theology and Ministry are embarking on what could be a life-changing journey.
For a few days this winter we’ll be packing our bags and heading to Jamaica for a service immersion trip with the Mustard Seed Communities. The community has created a home and cared for disabled and handicapped children for the past 30 years.
We’re not sure what our journey will hold but the unknown is a little exciting. Our team has started talking about the trip’s nuts and bolts. We’ve begun gathering ideas for fund raising but we’re always looking for others. We’ve also begun praying about our upcoming trip as a group.
So why are we choosing to head down to Jamaica for spring break? Sunshine? Maybe. New experiences? Sure. Wanting to give back? Yeah, some of that also.
How about the possibility of experiencing something new and challenging? Most definitely.
We’ve heard from folks who went on last year’s trip that spending time with the community’s children will be an eye-opening experience.
We’re being led by our classmates Nat and Wendy Samuel, who worked in the community before coming to the STM to study pastoral ministry and church management.
During the next few weeks and months we’ll be studying and praying about the four pillars of Mustard Seed spirituality: simplicity, generosity, freedom and community to guide our journey.
Hopefully, our lives will not only be enlightened but also transformed by the journey we have already begun. We leave Feb. 28 and return March 7.
Please keep us in your thoughts and prayers. We'll certainly be keeping our friends, relatives and community members in our thoughts and prayers as we prepare for our trip.
And for those who can give a little donation toward our trip please visit the link titled, 'Group fund raising page' under the links on the right side.
For a few days this winter we’ll be packing our bags and heading to Jamaica for a service immersion trip with the Mustard Seed Communities. The community has created a home and cared for disabled and handicapped children for the past 30 years.
We’re not sure what our journey will hold but the unknown is a little exciting. Our team has started talking about the trip’s nuts and bolts. We’ve begun gathering ideas for fund raising but we’re always looking for others. We’ve also begun praying about our upcoming trip as a group.
So why are we choosing to head down to Jamaica for spring break? Sunshine? Maybe. New experiences? Sure. Wanting to give back? Yeah, some of that also.
How about the possibility of experiencing something new and challenging? Most definitely.
We’ve heard from folks who went on last year’s trip that spending time with the community’s children will be an eye-opening experience.
We’re being led by our classmates Nat and Wendy Samuel, who worked in the community before coming to the STM to study pastoral ministry and church management.
During the next few weeks and months we’ll be studying and praying about the four pillars of Mustard Seed spirituality: simplicity, generosity, freedom and community to guide our journey.
Hopefully, our lives will not only be enlightened but also transformed by the journey we have already begun. We leave Feb. 28 and return March 7.
Please keep us in your thoughts and prayers. We'll certainly be keeping our friends, relatives and community members in our thoughts and prayers as we prepare for our trip.
And for those who can give a little donation toward our trip please visit the link titled, 'Group fund raising page' under the links on the right side.
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