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Friday, September 30, 2016

Packing, Hurricanes and Privilege... Haiti, T minus 1 day

My bed is full of clothes and toiletries.  The cat is sleeping in my suitcase... for now.  The television is on.  I've been listening to The Weather Channel all morning.

I leave for Haiti tomorrow morning with a crew from Pilgrim Lutheran Church for our Haitian Timoun Foundation Immersion Trip.  There also happens to be Hurricane Matthew in the Caribbean.  Now, before anyone worries... Yes, I have been in conversation with HTF's director.  Yes, we are watching the weather and are in contact with the HTF leaders in Haiti.  Yes, we are making plans for safety.

And that, folks, is what has brought me to the topic of privilege.  I know it's a buzz word that creates a milieu of emotions and defensiveness from some people.  I am aware that the idea of privilege is very misunderstood and therefore elicits strong reactions.  Guess what... we need to discuss it anyway.

Right now, I'm sitting in a position of first-world privilege.  I have a plane ticket to Haiti.  I am watching television.  I am hearing news about the weather.  I am able to prepare for the different scenarios.  Ultimately, I have the choice on whether to go as planned or cancel.  (By the way, it would take a lot and a dire circumstance for me to cancel.)  I am sitting in a position of privilege.  Even if a hurricane was headed toward my community here in the states, I would still have many options.  Boarding up my home, sandbags, evacuation.

While I have not yet been to Haiti, I can imagine what must be happening.  There are probably people in the more developed areas that are aware of the impending weather.  Some might even be able to make a few preparations.  However, my gut tells me that there are probably many of the people that have no idea that a hurricane is churning just South of their county.  Even if they were aware of weather heading their way there are no resources to safeguard their families and homes.  Evacuation certainly would not even be an option for them.

Here I am, sitting in my privilege.  There is nothing that I did to receive this privilege.  I just happened to be born in the United States where these resources happen to be available to me.  It just is.  And because it just is, I have the responsibility to recognize it, acknowledge it, learn from it and speak up.  Privilege exists in so many forms.  It is not isolated to one group, one country or one era.  Here are some things that we need to know about privilege in all it's forms...

  • Privilege is a set of unearned benefits that are given to a certain group of people.  It can come with identity, race, class, gender, sexual orientation, language, geography, ability, religion, etc.  However, it is so much more than this basic definition.
  • When we talk about privilege there is a conversation about oppression and power that can quickly follow.
  • Having privilege doesn't mean that aspects of life weren't hard for us.  Even through adversity there are still privileges that we have.  This is a complicated concept.  
  • When we discuss privilege we must set aside our own defensiveness and fragility and look at the holistic scenario.

Conversations about privilege are hard and complicated.  However, that doesn't mean we can shy away from them.  This is just the beginning of a deeper, longer, genuine and sensitive dialogue.  A conversation that must take place on multiple levels so that all may have life, and have it abundantly.

Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Immersion... Haiti, T minus 3 days

Do you ever have those times in your life when most waking minutes are spent with one particular subject in mind?  Usually they are profound moments during your life, both good and bad.  Preparing for your wedding, expecting the arrival of a child, new jobs, retirement.  Or maybe it is the flip side... the death of a loved one, terminal illness, an uncertain future.  My mind must be equipping itself for a profound experience.  Lately, when my mind has time to wander I find myself thinking about Haiti.  

What will it be like?

What will I be most surprised by?

What will break my heart?

Where will I see God at work?

How will I change because of my experience?

How am I going to share this with others?

The list could go on and on and on.  This trip is so different then my other trips abroad.  As a young adult, I traveled in Norway for vacation.  In recent years, Kevin and I traveled to Ethiopia for the adoption of two of our daughters.  This Haiti Immersion Trip is a much different type of trip.  It is most certainly not vacation.  This trip is not, at all, about me.  It is not about relaxing or entertainment.  This is also very different than my travels to Ethiopia.  I am not appearing in a foreign court.  I am not meeting my daughter for the first time.  I don't have to worry about medical approvals, paperwork and immigration visas.  

This Haiti Immersion Trip is about... immersion.  We are not descending upon this country to wield hammers and paintbrushes.  We are not building any structures, not repairing homes, not painting schools.  We are not white North Americans rushing in to save anyone.  We are not teaching, preaching or fixing.  

Maybe by now you're asking.... "Amanda, why then are you going to Haiti?"  

I am going to Haiti to see.  I want to see what God is already up to in this country and with these people.  My eyes long to watch the gospel of Christ lived out instead of being merely talked about.  

I am going to Haiti to listen.  I want to hear the stories of Haitians.  I want to listen to the children at Wings of Hope laugh.  I want hear about young Haitians being financially supported through H.E.L.P. in their quest for a college education

I am going to Haiti to learn.  I will be there to witness and learn about Haitian Timoun Foundation and how it walks alongside the people of Haiti.  I want to know how I can, my family can and others can support these efforts so that all may have life.  

I am going to Haiti to have my heart broken.  I fully expect that I will witness so much hope in the face of so much adversity.  I know that the poverty in Haiti will tear my heart to pieces.  I anticipate that I will never look at Haiti, at my life or the world around with the same lens.  

I am going to Haiti to be immersed in it's community.  I am going to see, to listen, to learn and to be broken by this place and its people.  This trip has nothing to do with me.  It has everything to do with the stories I'm called to share, the ministry I'm called to lift up, the people I'm called to walk alongside and the God that loves us all.