My friend Josh interning at Harambee (via TechMission Corps) has some good thoughts on growing up in a racially polarized society.
Shasta (another TechMission Corps friend) is also blogging about her difficult experiences working with urban youth at Breakthrough Urban Ministries.
Evan (ok, they all are part of TechMission Corps but he has a position at TechMission itself) runs a great blog about all sorts of city-justice-tech.
Jon (who is interning for Pui Tak Center) writes about the Asian-American experience in the city.
27 March, 2008
AmeriCorps Interns are Smart!
23 March, 2008
Darkness of Holy Week
Lent through Easter is my favorite time of the year. I feel a sense of solidarity with all of the scattered church during this period of the church calendar. We are so divided by little theological foibles, it's difficult to see past the different positions on transubstantiation and baptism style to the part where we worship the same God and follow the same Christ. Lent is taking on the suffering of Christ. When we suffer, I believe that suddenly these titles and denominations mean much less than they did. The human propensity for in-group/out-group definitions spilled into places that Jesus' ministry abhorred. The Kingdom of God is about breaking down the barriers that separate us from one another. It's goal is to undo the sinful effects of Babel and the Fall. When we further divide ourselves by denomination and political-affiliation, we are undoing the work of Christ.
That said, I spent most of this week in Catholic Churches all across Chicago. Wednesday night, I attended Tenebrae services at St. John's Cantius, the Archdiocese of Chicago. Tenebrae literally means Shadows. The service is a celebration of the darkness that hangs over the Easter Holiday in the preparation of Holy Week. It was incredibly moving. Most of the service is responsorial psalm singing. The psalms are intoned in the traditional chant using texts set down before Vatican II. In between several sets of the psalms, the choir responds with early-Renaissance pieces and the lessons are chanted as well. There are 3 parts to the service, focusing on Christ's Betrayal, His Passion, and Death. The three lessons come from Jeremiah, St. Augustine on the Psalms, and Paul's Epistles. The service begins with limited lighting, fifteen candles on the lectern and six on the altar. Throughout the singing of 15 psalms and choral responses, the candles are slowly extinguished until the center candle remains. This candle represents the life of Christ. Near the end of the service, a celebrant removes the candle and holds it on the altar while the choir sings. At St. John's Cantius, the Choir sang Allegri's Miserere Mei, Deus, a piece that I once sang (one of the quartet), as a member of Musicam Sacram. At the end of this fifteen-minute, yet agonizingly beautiful piece, the Christ candle was hidden from view. Suddenly a loud rumbling noise filled the darkened cathedral. Everyone in the pews was striking the benches and floor, symbolizing the earthquake at Jesus' death. I wanted to cry out, to express the tragedy of what I was feeling. This was one of the most hauntingly beautiful moments I have ever experienced in Church. When this finished, the candle was brought back, and using this as one of the only illuminations in the room, we left in silence.
I don't care about where I am next year during holy week, I will fly back to Chicago for this service.
Thursday Night, I celebrated Passover with a Seder at a local Catholic ministry for UIC students and then went on a Pilgrimage with them and their priest to 9 different Catholic Parishes in the Chicago-loop area, including the 2 oldest Catholic churches in the city. The point of the 5 mile walk was to visit the different churches that had moved the Blessed Sacrament to the Altar of Repose and pray in them. Often between churches, the group would pray a decade of the rosary with a recitation of Pope John Paul II's Luminous Mysteries by the priest. They understood that I was not catholic, and therefore I could pray however I wanted. We had lively discussions about what religion I was and what the differences are between whatever-I-am and catholics. I ended up praying in Latin most of the time, since I know the prayers better in Latin than in English. The ranges of experience in the different churches we visited were vast. Old St. Pat's was nearly completely darkened with the faithful constantly walking in and out, singing together: "Stay with me, remain here with me, watch and pray. Watch and Pray." This text is from the Taize Community. I don't know if they intentionally planned the Taize singing, but it added a wonderful and mysterious reminder of the Disciples' failure in the Garden. After the walk was finished, I spent the rest of the night keeping vigil with Jesus in the local chapel. Most of the time I wasn't directly in the room, but apparently tradition has it that someone should remain awake all night keeping watch with Jesus. Several pilgrims came to the chapel to pray with us for a time as well.
Friday, I slept. I woke up around 3pm and meditated for a while, and then slept again.
Saturday I attended an Easter Vigil service at Holy Name Parish, the oldest Catholic parish in Chicago (It survived the fire!). The service was energetic and very corporate. There is a strong African-American presence there, and its cultural influence permeated the liturgy, the music and the overall ambiance. I really had a wonderful time. I felt like I had found this amazing ice cream and then someone showed me how to put sundae toppings all over it! We celebrated the Easter Fire and the Lighting of the Easter Candle, processed around the church and followed the ancient liturgy. It's actually one of the oldest that we have. It starts with Genesis and Creation and moves through God's Faithfulness throughout the Bible. The tenor of the entire service is excited, hopeful and very happy. They welcomed new initiates into their family and baptized converts.
All in all, this has been a very fulfilling Lenten Season. I have discovered a lot about myself and where my place is currently. I am asking a lot of questions, and my horizons are very large. I hope these experiences will help inform my approaches to the Emerging Church.
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That said, I spent most of this week in Catholic Churches all across Chicago. Wednesday night, I attended Tenebrae services at St. John's Cantius, the Archdiocese of Chicago. Tenebrae literally means Shadows. The service is a celebration of the darkness that hangs over the Easter Holiday in the preparation of Holy Week. It was incredibly moving. Most of the service is responsorial psalm singing. The psalms are intoned in the traditional chant using texts set down before Vatican II. In between several sets of the psalms, the choir responds with early-Renaissance pieces and the lessons are chanted as well. There are 3 parts to the service, focusing on Christ's Betrayal, His Passion, and Death. The three lessons come from Jeremiah, St. Augustine on the Psalms, and Paul's Epistles. The service begins with limited lighting, fifteen candles on the lectern and six on the altar. Throughout the singing of 15 psalms and choral responses, the candles are slowly extinguished until the center candle remains. This candle represents the life of Christ. Near the end of the service, a celebrant removes the candle and holds it on the altar while the choir sings. At St. John's Cantius, the Choir sang Allegri's Miserere Mei, Deus, a piece that I once sang (one of the quartet), as a member of Musicam Sacram. At the end of this fifteen-minute, yet agonizingly beautiful piece, the Christ candle was hidden from view. Suddenly a loud rumbling noise filled the darkened cathedral. Everyone in the pews was striking the benches and floor, symbolizing the earthquake at Jesus' death. I wanted to cry out, to express the tragedy of what I was feeling. This was one of the most hauntingly beautiful moments I have ever experienced in Church. When this finished, the candle was brought back, and using this as one of the only illuminations in the room, we left in silence.
I don't care about where I am next year during holy week, I will fly back to Chicago for this service.
Thursday Night, I celebrated Passover with a Seder at a local Catholic ministry for UIC students and then went on a Pilgrimage with them and their priest to 9 different Catholic Parishes in the Chicago-loop area, including the 2 oldest Catholic churches in the city. The point of the 5 mile walk was to visit the different churches that had moved the Blessed Sacrament to the Altar of Repose and pray in them. Often between churches, the group would pray a decade of the rosary with a recitation of Pope John Paul II's Luminous Mysteries by the priest. They understood that I was not catholic, and therefore I could pray however I wanted. We had lively discussions about what religion I was and what the differences are between whatever-I-am and catholics. I ended up praying in Latin most of the time, since I know the prayers better in Latin than in English. The ranges of experience in the different churches we visited were vast. Old St. Pat's was nearly completely darkened with the faithful constantly walking in and out, singing together: "Stay with me, remain here with me, watch and pray. Watch and Pray." This text is from the Taize Community. I don't know if they intentionally planned the Taize singing, but it added a wonderful and mysterious reminder of the Disciples' failure in the Garden. After the walk was finished, I spent the rest of the night keeping vigil with Jesus in the local chapel. Most of the time I wasn't directly in the room, but apparently tradition has it that someone should remain awake all night keeping watch with Jesus. Several pilgrims came to the chapel to pray with us for a time as well.
Friday, I slept. I woke up around 3pm and meditated for a while, and then slept again.
Saturday I attended an Easter Vigil service at Holy Name Parish, the oldest Catholic parish in Chicago (It survived the fire!). The service was energetic and very corporate. There is a strong African-American presence there, and its cultural influence permeated the liturgy, the music and the overall ambiance. I really had a wonderful time. I felt like I had found this amazing ice cream and then someone showed me how to put sundae toppings all over it! We celebrated the Easter Fire and the Lighting of the Easter Candle, processed around the church and followed the ancient liturgy. It's actually one of the oldest that we have. It starts with Genesis and Creation and moves through God's Faithfulness throughout the Bible. The tenor of the entire service is excited, hopeful and very happy. They welcomed new initiates into their family and baptized converts.
All in all, this has been a very fulfilling Lenten Season. I have discovered a lot about myself and where my place is currently. I am asking a lot of questions, and my horizons are very large. I hope these experiences will help inform my approaches to the Emerging Church.
Agnus Dei, quitolis pecata mundi, miserere nobis.
Agnus Dei, quitolis pecata mundi, miserere nobis.
Agnus Dei, quitolis pecata mundi, dona nobis pacem.
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08 March, 2008
Chiditarod 2008 or A Study in Altruistic Libertarianism
The Chiditarod is a 5 mile shopping cart race through Chicago's north side neighborhood Wicker Park. Contestants dress in outlandish costumes with more-or-less congruent themes. The overall goal of the race is to raise canned goods for charity. This year, (March 1) they brought in more canned goods than they could weigh and filled several pantries twice. There were technically 6 checkpoints set up at bars with judged contests like a fashion walk, a skit, a haiku recitation...etc. The full results should be up on Chiditarod.org soon.
"Teams are encouraged to do whatever it takes to win. Offering bribes to the judges and sabotaging other teams are part of the fun." - Satta Sarmah and Hilary Powell
A team that
The Chicago Methods Reporter embedded 10 journalists with handy-cams with different teams. The resulting video-reports are posted here.
Team CPD'oh dressed their mushers as donuts being chased by a CPD car(t). The 13th precinct wants the cart when they're done.
I want to participate next year...if I still live here...if not, I'll fly back.
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01 March, 2008
On winding up again And quarterlife
I was pretty sick this week, I'm getting over a respiratory (read:bird) flu. Knocked me flat for about 3 days and squashed my will to write. I could have come up with a few zingers on drugs in American society and the big cold-virus pharma, but I didn't.
I decided to let myself get really bored on the internet and see what I discover.
I found a kind of internet forum paradise. Imagine: No Trolls, tons of respectful online LISTENING, love for newbies, camaraderie...I was shocked.
I'm still shocked. quarterlife.com.
I found this tv show on hulu (a TV streaming site...really cool, you should check it out) called quarterlife. The premise is that 40 is the mid-life crisis and 20 is half of mid. It's about some kids my age struggling with big concepts into their macbook iCams on a vlog/blog site. The site actually exists and it actually works. I love the show, it apparently got picked up by NBC and its pilot had the worst ratings ever. I blame that on its prime demographic. Most people my age don't think watching TV is cool. The acting is really great for the most part; the characters are real and the plot is believable.
I think that this site is part of a new online movement. As bandwidth speeds continue to increase, I believe we will see a sharp spike in the number of people communicating via video. Of course, this is no crazy prediction...people have been forecasting the end of keyboards for years now. However, this is a step for me. I decided to sign up for quarterlife.com so that I can practice my vlogging skillz. It's the new wave.
Oh, and anyone who hasn't seen Ellen Degeneres talking to 88 year old Gladys in Austin, it is hilarious.
If you want to see my embarrassing efforts, drop a comment.
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