Thoughts, Reflections, and Experiences

"The opposite of love isn’t hate, it’s indifference" -Elie Wiesel I remember the first time I heard this quote. It was 7th grade English class. Our class was reading Night by Elie Wiesel, a story of a boy who survives the concentration camps at the height of the Holocaust, based on Wiesel’s own experience. Indifference,” I thought, “...it’s worse than hate?” ...  Click here to keep reading.

The pictures, the message, the stories. Click:  "Beautiful Stories Adorn a Metal Wall" --------- Oh, my heart longs for the day I get to move to neighborhoods like this. The day I get to use my education, life experiences, and God-given talents to positively impact and influence these communities. Their voices are spoken through images.

A good read. It can apply to Latino-Americans, too. "I don’t know if it’ll help you at all, but I feel like it’s a message I should tell you: with Jesus, there is no culture." These were the words spoken to me by a well-meaning church friend... Read Miki Gao's Story

What a great read!! “But you’re basically white, right?”: I’m Latina and I don’t speak Spanish

(unfinished thoughts of an unfinished journey) Yesterday was Ecuador's first game of the World Cup. I was SO excited, that one of the first things I did when I woke up was change my Facebook profile picture to that of an Ecuadorian soccer ball. I dress in my country's flag colors, did my make-up in blue, red, and yellow, and used eyeshadow to draw some flags on my cheeks. I saw the first half before church, which was interesting, actually...but I'll get to that later. Sad to say, Ecuador lost 2-1 in the last minute of overtime. After church, I called my mom to tell her I was on my way. My family was all gathered to celebrate Father's Day and watch some fútbol. The first sight of my family brought a smile to my face. All the yellow, red, and blue. The kids jumping on the trampoline. The sound of my family's commentary over the France vs. Honduras game. That first minute of walking into my backyard brought me back to the reality that I was a part of something ...

Today. Today my father gets released from prison. Hopefully soon, I'll post about my father's experience with immigration, deportation, and imprisonment. Its intent will not to make anyone sad, angry, encouraged, fired up, depressed, or satisfied. The post will simply be a soundboard as I process, as well as invitation for others to journey with me in the processing. But more on that soon. For now, REJOICE! I rejoice with my father, knowing that the day has come! The Lord has been faithful and soon he'll be free again. Praise God.

Using Jailed Migrants as a Pool of Cheap Labor   Interesting read.