Putting a face to an "alien"

The last post I was left with a conundrum of what to do with my Christian faith and U.S. citizenship in the midst of what I was experiencing during my mission trip. A major revelation occurred during my morning bible reading in which a brilliantly orchestrated hermetical analysis was given to me and I was able to share it with the group during morning devotionals.   However, this will have to wait until the next post. The reason for this is one, I would like to keep these events in chronological order and the revelation I mentioned above happened on the morning of November 8th 2014 and the event I will highlight in this post happened on the evening of November 7th 2014, and two to explain exactly what God revealed to me in a post that captures the debt of it, but still is short enough for a blog post will take lots of hard work, so after this is posted I will immediately get to work on the next post!  

I will now to get to the main focus of this particular post. As you may recall, during the previous three posts our group was still on U.S. soil and had yet to move into Mexico’s territory. This is remarkable when I understand how much my eyes were already open to a new reality. After settling in a community center that was there as a resting place for people who did not have a place to stay, we were off to “Cena con CAME” a migrant shelter that provided resources for people who had no food and no place to stay. 

After hoping off the van, we gathered in the courtyard of the property while we introduced ourselves to four men who were currently staying at the shelter. We got a chance to listen to their stories of the horrible things they had experienced during their trip to the border. One man told us of the dangerous life of train hopping in Mexico. His friend and him were nearly shot as a Mexican soldier unloaded a machine gun in the train car they were riding in. He told us the terror of realizing how close the bullets were to their feet. They were then commanded to get out of the train car. They obeyed and both received some injuries from the jump off the train. Now they found themselves at gunpoint. The soldier gave them a command (what exactly it was has slipped my mind), the man who was talking to us complied and was unharmed, and unfortunately his friend did not comply and was shot. The bullet was not fatal, but I cannot begin to imagine how terrified they must have been.

For the first time during my mission trip journey I was faced with the reality that the country of Mexico soldiers were not the most humane of characters and actually increased the danger for people who were pursuing the dream of heading into the U.S. What was I supposed to do with this information and should that change how I feel towards the U.S. and our less than desired relationship with migrant people? 

After hearing a few more stories, we headed into the dining room area to share a meal with the men, women and children who were staying at the shelter. The excitement was evident and my nerves bouncing due to my lack of Spanish. We blessed the food and I settled down next to Omar (one of the men in our group who was not allowed to go the Border Patrol office tour). Directly across from me was a middle age Mexican mother and to the left of her were two teenage boys who were not her sons, but who she agreed to care for as her own as long as they were both in the shelter.   

The mother and her family’s story were heartbreaking. Her and her family (Husband and three children) had made a living for their selves in the U.S. None of the family were U.S. citizens expect for the woman’s youngest daughter. I do not recall if they were deported or they were visiting a family member who was ill (after all Omar was translating for me), but somehow they were on Mexico’s side of the border. The shelter informed them about the dangers and difficulties of cross the border today as opposed to years ago when the woman family first crossed. The workers of the shelter helped the women’s husband find a construction job so they decided to stay in Mexico, so as not to risk harm to her family or the loose her daughter who was a U.S. citizen. 

Interestingly enough, the two teenage boys who I thought resemble a famous boy band, viewed crossing the border as an adventure. In their boyish youth, they did not fully comprehend nor did they seem to care about the dangers they would encounter in making the attempt to cross. They have family that lives in Indianapolis and if they could make it successfully they were going to attempt to meet up with them. It occurred to me that they had no clue how far it was from the region of Arizona they would be into Indianapolis. But again in their boyish youth they just viewed it as an adventure. They were in school in Mexico and had come up with an excuse as to why they need to be gone for a week. Their first attempt failed and I got the impression that they were going to give it one more shot and if they didn’t make it they would return home. 

This post has simply been real life experiences of people which I think is just as powerful as any profound revelation and perhaps is a revelation in its own respect. I tell these stories in hope that the reader, whoever you are, are able to put faces and personalities on those people who are called “aliens” or immigrants. First and Foremost we must remember that these people are just that, people, created in the image of God. 

Fenced in

"People should not be dying trying to live and find work for  their  family" Mark Adams demanded as he revealed to us how many sojourners have lost their lives in the Arizona desert. 

 

Friday November 7, 2014 had arrived and after a breakfast at a nearby hotel from the Shalom House, it was finally time for Bob and Carol and myself to meet the rest of the posse. Slowly but surely we all arrive at the Frontera de Cristo headquarters in Douglas, Arizona. The process of trying to feel each other out had begun. Chairs were arranged in a circle with our “Border to Border: Coffee, Migration and Faith” booklet in the seats with our names listed in the bottom right-hand corner of the booklet. I found mine and sat down as we prepared for biblical reflection. The passage for the day was Ephesians 2: 1-22. Verses 14- 18 stuck out to me the most:

14 For Christ himself is our peace, who has made the two one and has destroyed the barrier, the dividing wall of hostility, 15 by abolishing in his flesh the law with its commandments and regulations. Christ purpose was to create in himself one new humanity out of the two, thus making peace, 16 and in this one body to reconcile both of them to God through the cross, by which he put to death their hostility. 17 Christ came and preached peace to you who were far away and peace to those who were near. 18 For through Christ we both have access to the Father by one Spirit.

I love how Paul explains how Christ has made peace and destroyed the barriers and dividing walls of hostility. Our Lord and Savior makes peace, creating a new humanity out of what once was two. This word of God hits so hard.

 After the introductions and reflections we hopped in the van and do not stop until we approached one of the largest (and ugliest) fences I have ever seen.

It was time for the border infrastructure tour. Taking into consideration the passage we just reflected on, this border infrastructure presented itself as a stark contrast to Paul’s words. Having realized this, I was immediately struck with sorrow.

We climbed out of the van and were able to see that the fence extended as far as the eye could see in both directions.

 We also quickly became aware of the border patrol officer with the large border patrol suburban and his machine gun, watching us intently.

About every 200 to 300 yards, a tall pole towered out of the ground with several cameras on the top. As we drove towards the hills I looked through the gaps on the fence and saw a town on the other side which I later discovered was Agua Prieta. It didn’t look too much different than the side we were on, but someone felt it was necessary to spend millions of dollars for this barrier of a fence.

Our plan was to drive up the large hill but, officers on the U.S. and Mexico side had stop on the road to talk so we stayed at the end of the fence. 

Mark Adams asked us to walk up and touch the fences. As we were holding on to it he read the passage to us and asked us to repeat after him. In unison we chanted, “But now in Christ Jesus you who once were far away have been brought near through the blood of Christ… For Christ himself is our peace, who has made the two one and has destroyed the barrier, the dividing wall of hostility… Christ purpose was to create in himself one new humanity out of the two, thus making peace and in his one body to reconcile both of them to God through the cross, by which he put to death their hostility…” We continued through the rest of our passage.

“My goodness, that was powerful,” I thought to myself. There was  something  that appeared to be freakishly wrong as we reflected on  Scripture and stood by the fence.

We climb back in the van all awestruck from our experience and the obvious presence of the divine in the reading of Scripture. We then ate at another wonderful Mexican restaurant and prepared to visit the U.S. Border Patrol headquarters.

So now we head to the place where it is the Border  patrol  government workers duty to ensure that “outsiders” are not successful in their attempt to cross into the U.S. What will that be like?