I saw the following on a poster at the ELCA Churchwide offices and loved it. I hope it speaks to you as much as it has to me. I feel as if it explains a bit about what I feel called and empowered to do with my life in some capacity.
31 August 2011
22 August 2011
"Passover Remembered" by Alla Bozarth-Campbell
Pack nothing.
Bring only your determination to serve
and your willingness to be free.
Don't wait for the bread to rise.
Take nourishment for the journey, but eat standing.
Be ready to move at a moment's notice.
Do not hesitate to leave your old ways behind-
fear, silence, submission.
Only surrender to the need of the time-
love justice and walk humbly with your God.
Do not take time to explain to the neighbours.
Tell only a few trusted friends and family members.
Then begin quickly, before you have had time
to sink back into old slavery.
Set out in the dark.
I will send fire to warm and encourage you.
I will be with you in the fire, and I will be with you in the cloud.
You will learn to eat new food
and find refuge in new places.
I will give you dreams in the desert
to guide you safely to that place you have not yet seen.
The stories you tell one another around the fires in the dark
will make you strong and wise.
Outsiders will attack you, and some follow you
and at times you will get weary and turn on each other
from fear, fatigue and blind forgetfulness.
You have been preparing for this
for hundreds of years.
I am sending you into the wilderness to make a new way
and to learn my ways more deeply.
Some of you will be so changed by weathers and wanderings
that even your closest friends will have to learn your features
as though for the first time.
Some of you will not change at all.
Some will be abandoned by your dearest loves
and misunderstood by those who have known you since birth
who feel abandoned by you.
Some will find new friendships in unlikely faces,
and old true friends as faithful and true
as the pillar of God's flame.
Sing songs as you go,
and hold close together.
You may at times grow confused
and lose your way.
Continue to call each other by the names I've given you
to help remember who you are.
Touch each other,
and keep telling the stories.
Make maps as you go,
remembering the way back from before you were born.
So you will be only the first of many waves
of deliverance on the desert of seas.
It is the first of many beginnings-
your Paschaltide.
Remain true to the mystery.
Pass on the whole story.
Do not go back.
I am with you now and I am waiting for you.
Bring only your determination to serve
and your willingness to be free.
Don't wait for the bread to rise.
Take nourishment for the journey, but eat standing.
Be ready to move at a moment's notice.
Do not hesitate to leave your old ways behind-
fear, silence, submission.
Only surrender to the need of the time-
love justice and walk humbly with your God.
Do not take time to explain to the neighbours.
Tell only a few trusted friends and family members.
Then begin quickly, before you have had time
to sink back into old slavery.
Set out in the dark.
I will send fire to warm and encourage you.
I will be with you in the fire, and I will be with you in the cloud.
You will learn to eat new food
and find refuge in new places.
I will give you dreams in the desert
to guide you safely to that place you have not yet seen.
The stories you tell one another around the fires in the dark
will make you strong and wise.
Outsiders will attack you, and some follow you
and at times you will get weary and turn on each other
from fear, fatigue and blind forgetfulness.
You have been preparing for this
for hundreds of years.
I am sending you into the wilderness to make a new way
and to learn my ways more deeply.
Some of you will be so changed by weathers and wanderings
that even your closest friends will have to learn your features
as though for the first time.
Some of you will not change at all.
Some will be abandoned by your dearest loves
and misunderstood by those who have known you since birth
who feel abandoned by you.
Some will find new friendships in unlikely faces,
and old true friends as faithful and true
as the pillar of God's flame.
Sing songs as you go,
and hold close together.
You may at times grow confused
and lose your way.
Continue to call each other by the names I've given you
to help remember who you are.
Touch each other,
and keep telling the stories.
Make maps as you go,
remembering the way back from before you were born.
So you will be only the first of many waves
of deliverance on the desert of seas.
It is the first of many beginnings-
your Paschaltide.
Remain true to the mystery.
Pass on the whole story.
Do not go back.
I am with you now and I am waiting for you.
21 August 2011
A foretaste of the feast to come
Since Wednesday me and my fellow YAGMs have been in Chicago going through orientation to prepare us for the next year. We've learned about the Accompaniment model of ELCA Global Mission work, self-care, health and well-being, YAGM/GM policies, and cross-cultural relations. For the week we're staying in University of Chicago housing, but hosted by the Lutheran Theological Seminary at Chicago, and it's been pretty fabulous.
Yesterday, however, was one of my favorite adventures so far :) After our afternoon session on health and well-being, we were told by Heidi, our director, to drop our stuff off in our rooms and head right back to where we had been. When our country group, Jerusalem/West Bank, had all arrived we were given a 24 hour bus pass, some directions in the form of riddles and sent off to find where we were going to be dining. We had to turn our cell phones off and rely on figuring things out ourselves and asking people if we needed directions.
Then we found our restaurant, Chickpea, a Palestinian cafe. I cannot explain to you how good the food was, but suffice to say I am extremely excited about the cuisine I'll be experiencing this next year. I can't remember what everyone ordered, but Sara had a delicious (I would know, I tried a bit) dish of Musakhan -chicken, onions and pita- which is the Palestinian national dish. The chicken was amazing, like a meat pie.
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| Sara, Michelle, and I celebrating the approval of our visas! |
My friend, Kaylyn, had a similar experience earlier this summer before she went on a missions trip to the Ukraine: when she arrived at the airport, her group had to navigate without using English, doing different tasks before arriving at her destination. After hearing about our task in finding our restaurant, I got a bit excited at having that same experience, too.
Needless to say, I saw a lot of Chicago. It didn't take us very long to get to the restaurant, but it did require a few bus and El Train transfers. At one point we had decided on getting off at a certain stop, but realized at the stop before that we needed to get off there instead. Our team worked well together, and all went smoothly.
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| This photo doesn't do my Chicken Schawarma justice: it was so colorful and tasted AMAZING. |
I, however, went with my staple: Chicken Schawarma on hummus with pita. It was absolutely amazing, and the presentation was good, too. There was baklava on the menu but I was too full to indulge (I know, many of you know how full I must have been to pass up baklava).
Our group had a lot of fun spending time together and getting a small glimpse at some of what we will encounter this next year. It has certainly whet our appetites and filled us with more excitement :)
20 August 2011
Chi-town
Ye olde Windy City. It's actually been quite overwhelming, as far as the city goes. I arrived here on Wednesday after saying goodbye to my parents at Albany International, switching planes and meeting a friend (fellow Jerusalem/West Bank YAGM, Michelle) in Baltimore, and flying into Chicago Midway. It was good to meeting Michelle in Baltimore, and it made travelling to the University of Chicago's campus, where we're staying this week, much less stressful.
As I've mentioned in earlier posts, we were aware that the six of us going to Jerusalem were still awaiting our visas to be approved, and we received an email on Monday acknowledging that even after the visas had been approved it would be another 1-2 weeks until the visas arrived in Chicago at the consulate where we could get them in our passports. So I knew upon leaving home that I was going to be in Chicago a little longer than the original one-week orientation. We met as a group, as the other countries had or will, with the wonderful director of YAGM, Heidi, who did her best to assure us that they had plans for us to learn Arabic, start readings on our country's history/current events, and otherwise start our Global Mission experience. Yet, I left the meeting feeling a little more than bummed that, to be honest, we didn't know when the visas would be approved or if the wait would cause us to go home in the stead.
The days have been gently filled with presentations, so far on the Accompaniment Model (more on that in a later post) and Cross-cultural Competencies, time to socialize with our fellow YAGMS, both in small group settings, as a large group, and informally during our free evenings. The programming has been really great, not only in what we've had presented to us, but also in regards to the amount of stuff we have each day. Wednesday afternoon I went to sleep shortly after our evening chapel service, and Thursday (after our meeting as a Country group and discussing our current predicament and feelings about such) I decided to stay in and re-charge with some "alone time" both because there had been a lot of extroversion and also because the news about the visa had finally started to really bum me out.
Today, however, has been fabulously better than yesterday. Perhaps the best day ever. After breakfast and our morning devotions we found out that our visas have been processed!!! It was the *best* news ever, and when Heidi told us I felt all the emotions I hadn't felt the past few days flood me: excitement, anxiety, fear, sadness, relief, and joy to name a few. I felt my eyes tear up; it was finally real. We're going. Soon.
Today has progressed pretty nicely since hearing the joyous news of our visa status. This afternoon I went with a good sized group to Grant Park, in the downtown area of Chicago, for a free dance music concert. There was supposed to be cajun dancing (perhaps there was and I didn't realize), but it seemed to be mostly waltzing (which looks awfully similar to polka--I can strike that off my bucket list!). We all graced (or humiliated) the dance floor with our presence; I danced with friends and a few nice and willing (and need I say patient) teachers. It was a blast!
I'll post more tomorrow or Sunday about some of the great things I've learned in presentations this week while at the YAGM orientation, but until then, may you have patience and peace-of-soul as you give control over to God.
As I've mentioned in earlier posts, we were aware that the six of us going to Jerusalem were still awaiting our visas to be approved, and we received an email on Monday acknowledging that even after the visas had been approved it would be another 1-2 weeks until the visas arrived in Chicago at the consulate where we could get them in our passports. So I knew upon leaving home that I was going to be in Chicago a little longer than the original one-week orientation. We met as a group, as the other countries had or will, with the wonderful director of YAGM, Heidi, who did her best to assure us that they had plans for us to learn Arabic, start readings on our country's history/current events, and otherwise start our Global Mission experience. Yet, I left the meeting feeling a little more than bummed that, to be honest, we didn't know when the visas would be approved or if the wait would cause us to go home in the stead.
The days have been gently filled with presentations, so far on the Accompaniment Model (more on that in a later post) and Cross-cultural Competencies, time to socialize with our fellow YAGMS, both in small group settings, as a large group, and informally during our free evenings. The programming has been really great, not only in what we've had presented to us, but also in regards to the amount of stuff we have each day. Wednesday afternoon I went to sleep shortly after our evening chapel service, and Thursday (after our meeting as a Country group and discussing our current predicament and feelings about such) I decided to stay in and re-charge with some "alone time" both because there had been a lot of extroversion and also because the news about the visa had finally started to really bum me out.
Today, however, has been fabulously better than yesterday. Perhaps the best day ever. After breakfast and our morning devotions we found out that our visas have been processed!!! It was the *best* news ever, and when Heidi told us I felt all the emotions I hadn't felt the past few days flood me: excitement, anxiety, fear, sadness, relief, and joy to name a few. I felt my eyes tear up; it was finally real. We're going. Soon.
Today has progressed pretty nicely since hearing the joyous news of our visa status. This afternoon I went with a good sized group to Grant Park, in the downtown area of Chicago, for a free dance music concert. There was supposed to be cajun dancing (perhaps there was and I didn't realize), but it seemed to be mostly waltzing (which looks awfully similar to polka--I can strike that off my bucket list!). We all graced (or humiliated) the dance floor with our presence; I danced with friends and a few nice and willing (and need I say patient) teachers. It was a blast!
I'll post more tomorrow or Sunday about some of the great things I've learned in presentations this week while at the YAGM orientation, but until then, may you have patience and peace-of-soul as you give control over to God.
17 August 2011
Airports
[Note: This was written 17 Aug; sorry for the delay in posting!]
Flying. I have a love/hate/love relationship with it. I love the airports, the excuse to take long naps during flight, arriving in a new place, but the actual moving on a speeding bullet through the air isn't really my favorite thing in the world. Now you may be thinking to yourself, "Courtney, you're just scared! Suck it up, be a woman!" but, alas, it is something all together different. Something that makes me feel nauseous, irritable and fuzzy-headed: circulated air. No, no, I won't write an entire post on the ills of circulated air, I've said my piece.
I do love airports, though (for the most part). Before heading through security, my parents and I grabbed some breakfast in the airport and talked about some of our previous travels and the number of airports we've been through (16 for me; I consider those merit badges). There are some that I've really enjoyed (Philly is one of my favorites, even though everyone always seems to hate it, tied with Albany) and some that are less than desirable (Newark comes to mind; although any airport that charges for wifi is lame-o in my humble opinion). But even in the worst of conditions there is something magical about airports (seeing people from all walks of life and from all over the world; and I always manage to see a monk or nun in full habit--I feel safer flying with them). Seriously! I could write a poem about 'em! ...but I won't.
I've just arrived at Baltimore via Southwest, where I will have a few hours until my flight around 1:20 to Chicago Midway. Greeting my hungry eyes was an Au Bon Pain, one of my favorite little cafes (I'm fairly certain that it was an Au Bon Pain in Oxford when I studied there that hosted me quite a few times). The food at airports has to be my favorite, because you *could* eat healthy...but all the other options are so much tastier! No matter what, I always treat myself when travelling. A sandwich, a coffee, or maybe some Junior Mints (perfect to settle that slightly churning mid-air stomach). It's like a vacation... (I have yet to get one of the airport massages, but rest assured I feel that is in my future either on the way to Jerusalem or on the way back at the latest)So there you have it, I managed to write an entire post on the first leg of my flight. Makes me hopeful that I'll be able to post a lot each week :)
Please continue to hold all the YAGMs in prayer as we descend on Chicago like the flock of eager beavers we are, as well as my parents as they plan my coming home party ;)
16 August 2011
Almost Gone
"You're not waiting for life to begin, you've begun it!"-My dental hygienist
In less than 24 hours I will be enroute to Chicago where I will have pre-departure orientation for a week before flying out to Tel Aviv.
Wow.
I've gone through a ton of emotions already and know that there are a few more yet to come. I'd appreciate your prayers as I travel these next few weeks, not only for me, but for my family as well (and, of course, my fellow YAGMs and all those awaiting our arrival in Jerusalem).
One emotion that has popped it's head up is that of frustration. We sent our visa applications and stuffs in at the end of May, but are still waiting for official approval to get the visas placed in our passports. Everyone is working super hard on our behalf, and I know things will get done...but it's not in my nature to not worry. Luckily, everything is out of my hands, so there really isn't much I can do. Actually, there isn't anything I can do. What this means is that our group will be staying in Chicago after our pre-departure orientation for 1-2 weeks while we await final approval and such. I've never spent time in Chicago (flown through and left) so perhaps I will have some time to explore "The Windy City".
All this to say, thank you for your prayers, please continue them! I'm excited to get to Jerusalem :)
Fundraising Update: WE DID IT!
It's been a crazy few weeks with a last minute fundraising rally, but we did it! Together we have raised over $4,000 for Young Adults in Global Mission, which will go towards my year of service in Jerusalem/West Bank. I can't thank you all enough for your support, not only monetarily but in prayer and vocal affirmation; it is a very humbling experience.
So,
Thank you
Thank you
Thank YOU!
I couldn't be doing this without you, and for that I am grateful. To God be the Glory!
24 July 2011
My Placement :)
The moment we've all been waiting for (or, at least, I have!) has finally arrived! I just got an email detailing some of what I will be doing during the next year and where I'll be doing it.
So, you want to know? Fine, fine, you've twisted my arm...
Starting in September I will be volunteering at Beit Sahour School, with the plan that some of this time will also be spent devoted to the music program at Dar Al-Kalima. Both of these schools are run under the Evangelical Lutheran Church in Jordan and the Holy Land. Of course, you're probably thinking, "Where in the world is Beit Sahour? I've never heard of that before." Beit Sahour literally means "Place of the Night Watch," which hints at it's long history with shepherding. "Oh, shepherds. Sounds exciting," you say in a flat voice. NOT JUST ANY SHEPHERDS! Beit Sahour contains the place where the angels told the shepherds of Christ's birth. You can't see my reaction to this news, but know it involved lots of excited jumping up and down :)
I've mentioned in other posts that I will get to chose my secondary placement (everyone is placed at a school for their primary). This will happen once I get there and get a chance to explore my options.
I'm super excited right now, everyone! I can't believe that in a month (exactly as of today) I will be in the Middle East. I will be embarking on my adventure, the result of which only God knows. This is such an incredible journey, won't you join me?
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| An idea of where the two cities are in relation to each other. Note: Bethlehem in between and Jerusalem to the north! |
So, you want to know? Fine, fine, you've twisted my arm...
Starting in September I will be volunteering at Beit Sahour School, with the plan that some of this time will also be spent devoted to the music program at Dar Al-Kalima. Both of these schools are run under the Evangelical Lutheran Church in Jordan and the Holy Land. Of course, you're probably thinking, "Where in the world is Beit Sahour? I've never heard of that before." Beit Sahour literally means "Place of the Night Watch," which hints at it's long history with shepherding. "Oh, shepherds. Sounds exciting," you say in a flat voice. NOT JUST ANY SHEPHERDS! Beit Sahour contains the place where the angels told the shepherds of Christ's birth. You can't see my reaction to this news, but know it involved lots of excited jumping up and down :)
I've mentioned in other posts that I will get to chose my secondary placement (everyone is placed at a school for their primary). This will happen once I get there and get a chance to explore my options.
I'm super excited right now, everyone! I can't believe that in a month (exactly as of today) I will be in the Middle East. I will be embarking on my adventure, the result of which only God knows. This is such an incredible journey, won't you join me?
Fundraising Update: We're not done yet!
Thank you to all who have helped me in my fundraising for my mission work this upcoming year! I am deeply humbled at the love and support (some by people I have never met), and your faith in the Holy Spirit to work through me and my fellow YAGMS. Together, you and I have currently raised just under $3000, which goes towards my transportation, housing, food, small weekly stipend, health insurance, and orientations. It has been such an adventure seeing how people have come together to help me, through fundraising events like our Improv Comedy Night and Musical Benefit Concert this past Spring, and just by hearing a little bit about the journey on which I am about to embark.
But I'm still $1000 away from my goal!!!
A few people have asked, "Courtney, what will you do if you don't reach your $4,000 fundraising goal?" My response has been to answer that I'm not too concerned about raising the money, since people have already been so supportive. Yet, there is still a little ways to go, and so I've thought up a few possible things I can do if I fall short...
1. Learn how to walk on a tight-rope. Tie rope between the Lincoln and Jefferson Memorials in Washington, DC and walk across while reciting the Gettysburg Address.
2. Find a violin and attempt to play on the street until people pay me to *stop* playing!
3. Sell my siblings...
4. Sell my Dad's car! (He's none too pleased with that idea)
5. Continue to write blog posts about the remaining amount to be fundraised!
I'm excited to let you know that the deadline for donations has been extended to August 15th! You can send in your tax deductible donation by check made out to "Good Shepherd Lutheran Church" (with "Courtney YAGM" in the memo line)! Email me at cty (dot) weller (at) gmail (dot) com for the mailing address. Your donation will join other's in helping me reach my $4,000 fundraising goal, which is almost half of what it costs to send off a Young Adult in Global Mission.
So to recap: Thanks for your support! There is still time to contribute financially to Young Adults in Global Mission (every amount helps!) and extend your (or your church's) ministry of service abroad. The new deadline is August 15th, but please send your donations in early!!
10 July 2011
Just Over a Month Til Departure!
As each week goes by, I realize that the newest leg of my journey is almost underfoot. I will leave on Aug 17th to fly to Chicago for a week of training and orientation, followed by my flight to Jerusalem (I'm guessing I'll be flying into Tel Aviv?) on the 24th. Then it begins! Can you believe it?!
I still haven't found out my exact placements for work, but I do know a little about what I'll be doing this next year. My primary placement, where I will spend most of my time serving, will be at an Evangelical Lutheran Church in Jordan and the Holy Land (ELCJHL) or affiliated school. I'm pretty excited for that, although I realize it will be a really new experience for me. I'm sure I'll be challenged (long ago did I toss out my ideas of being in any K-12 school). I don't know what the options are, really, for my secondary placement, and I'm not even sure we get to choose those before we arrive. I'd really enjoy working in something that utilizes oral history, recording people's life stories, maybe something advocacy-related or working with refugees.
Until then, as some of you may be wondering, I will be in Newport News, VA finishing up my Clinical Pastoral Education, which is a requirement for my Master of Divinity degree. I'm serving at Mary Immaculate Hospital, which is part of the Bon Secours Health System, and having my class time at Maryview Hospital in Portsmouth, a sister institution. The work is challenging, but good, and I really appreciate my co-workers. I've learned a lot about chaplaincy, Christian ministry, and, of course, myself. At this point in my life I don't feel particularly called to chaplaincy (although, if there's anything I've learned so far in life, it's to "never say never"), but I highly respect those who are, as well as the nurses and doctors they serve with. There are many ups and downs each day, but I feel that my CPE experience has helped to prepare me for my time in Jerusalem.
One of the most helpful skills I've polised thanks to CPE is that of conversing with strangers. As more of an introvert, I've never been extremely outgoing with people I do not know, especially those whom I have no connection with whatever (not even a mutual friend or known common interest). Each day I am forced to get up the courage to knock on a door (oh, the anxiety I feel when the doors are closed) and introduce myself, trying to start an conversation and build a basic relationship. That's EXACTLY what I need to be able to do in Jerusalem. I hope that I can go there and really talk with people, learn their stories, build relationships (oh, how I want to start sermonizing on trinitarian theology right here, but I shall refrain). I figured I'd learn a bit about myself, perhaps better discern where God is calling me vocationally, but never did I imagine that I would be forced to learn the skill I've always wished to foster, but never had the guts to go for. Talk about God knowing your inmost thoughts and desires!
So there you have it, a small update to satiate your ponderings. I'll be posting shortly with a fundraising update, but this has been for those of you who are eager to hear a little bit more about what's going on inside my head.
I still haven't found out my exact placements for work, but I do know a little about what I'll be doing this next year. My primary placement, where I will spend most of my time serving, will be at an Evangelical Lutheran Church in Jordan and the Holy Land (ELCJHL) or affiliated school. I'm pretty excited for that, although I realize it will be a really new experience for me. I'm sure I'll be challenged (long ago did I toss out my ideas of being in any K-12 school). I don't know what the options are, really, for my secondary placement, and I'm not even sure we get to choose those before we arrive. I'd really enjoy working in something that utilizes oral history, recording people's life stories, maybe something advocacy-related or working with refugees.
Until then, as some of you may be wondering, I will be in Newport News, VA finishing up my Clinical Pastoral Education, which is a requirement for my Master of Divinity degree. I'm serving at Mary Immaculate Hospital, which is part of the Bon Secours Health System, and having my class time at Maryview Hospital in Portsmouth, a sister institution. The work is challenging, but good, and I really appreciate my co-workers. I've learned a lot about chaplaincy, Christian ministry, and, of course, myself. At this point in my life I don't feel particularly called to chaplaincy (although, if there's anything I've learned so far in life, it's to "never say never"), but I highly respect those who are, as well as the nurses and doctors they serve with. There are many ups and downs each day, but I feel that my CPE experience has helped to prepare me for my time in Jerusalem.
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| This summer I've been able to visit a lot of historical sites and museums. This water lily was in a Japanese Garden at the Nofolk Botanical Garden, VA. |
So there you have it, a small update to satiate your ponderings. I'll be posting shortly with a fundraising update, but this has been for those of you who are eager to hear a little bit more about what's going on inside my head.
02 July 2011
Special Thanks to Christ Lutheran in Gettysburg, PA
A very special thanks to Christ Lutheran Church in Gettysburg, PA, for their generous support of my Young Adults in Global Mission ministry. I visited Christ Lutheran a few times during my undergraduate years at Messiah College and very much appreciate the welcome I received then, as well as the hospitality the church gives to the Seminarians now. I remember Pastor Herr remembering my name during Communion the first time I visited after meeting me briefly before the service began, and that meant so much and has driven me to try and remember names, especially when serving a church.Christ Lutheran has also supported YAGM in the past, particularly another young woman who served in Jerusalem/Palestine a few years back and has been so very helpful and supportive to me during my YAGM experience answering questions. Thank you, Marta!
I am so very humbled for the support from Christ Lutheran and am excited to continue their ministry in this part of the world.
If you or your congregation would like to know how to support me during my year of service in Palestine, visit the "Ways to Support" tab near the top of the webpage! Donations need to be in by July 27th (contact me if you would like to donate but need an extension).
Less than two months until I'm in Jerusalem/West Bank!!! I'll have packing and planning update soon!
18 June 2011
Chocolate in Bethlehem
For those of you who share with me a love of chocolate, you will be pleased to know I plan on visiting this store at least once :)
Read about the West Bank Chocolatier located in Bethlehem...
Read about the West Bank Chocolatier located in Bethlehem...
01 June 2011
The 2011-2012 YAGMs
[2011 Discernment, Placement, and Interview Event]
[Lake Geneva, WI // 17 April 2011]
The 2011-2012 Young Adults in Global Mission (YAGMs) after finding out our country placements, along with the Country Coordinators. Six of us young women will be going to Jerusalem/West Bank, along with our two Country Coordinators, Julie and Jeff.
26 May 2011
Special Thanks to Good Shepherd Lutheran Church in Glenville, NY
A very special thanks to my home congregation, Good Shepherd Lutheran Church in Glenville, NY, for their generous support of my Young Adults in Global Mission ministry. This congregation has supported me as a Seminarian, not only financially, but also through both prayer and ministry leadership opportunities, and has continued to support me on my newest venture to Palestine through a substantial monetary donation. I am so very humbled for all of their support and am excited to spread the ministry of Good Shepherd to another part of the world.
If you or your congregation would like to know how to support me during my year of service in Palestine, visit the "Ways to Support" tab near the top of the webpage!
Three months until I'm in Jerusalem/West Bank!!!
If you or your congregation would like to know how to support me during my year of service in Palestine, visit the "Ways to Support" tab near the top of the webpage!
Three months until I'm in Jerusalem/West Bank!!!
06 May 2011
Fundraising update!
I am absolutely blown away and sincerely humbled at the support you have all shown me since I first announced my impending year of service in Jerusalem/West Bank. From voicing your well-wishes to attending the Improv Comedy Night and Global Missions Benefit Concert, from sending cash anonymously in the mail to handing me checks on the street, I can't thank you enough for your prayers, encouragement and financial support.
I'm so very proud to announce that I am over 1/4 of the way to raising the $4,000 I need for my year of service (which covers airfare, housing, food, basic health insurance, a small bit of pocket money, and training). As of tonight, the Lutheran Theological Seminary at Gettysburg community alone has raised over $1,000! This brings the grand total of funds raised to over $1,300! AMAZING!
Additionally, I've also tentatively been considered for a speaking engagement in the Fall of 2012! That is both exciting and mind-blowing! A SPEAKING ENGAGEMENT!!!! Wow! It pays to know pastors!
That is it for now; I must update the email list for my newsletters that will go out over the next year. If you're interested in being added to the list, contact me at the email located in the "How you can support Courtney" page :)
Salaam (peace)
I'm so very proud to announce that I am over 1/4 of the way to raising the $4,000 I need for my year of service (which covers airfare, housing, food, basic health insurance, a small bit of pocket money, and training). As of tonight, the Lutheran Theological Seminary at Gettysburg community alone has raised over $1,000! This brings the grand total of funds raised to over $1,300! AMAZING!
Additionally, I've also tentatively been considered for a speaking engagement in the Fall of 2012! That is both exciting and mind-blowing! A SPEAKING ENGAGEMENT!!!! Wow! It pays to know pastors!
That is it for now; I must update the email list for my newsletters that will go out over the next year. If you're interested in being added to the list, contact me at the email located in the "How you can support Courtney" page :)
Salaam (peace)
28 April 2011
Discernment, Interview, and Placement Event
When I DIP, you DIP, we DIP!
To be quite honest, I was excited for the Young Adults in Global Mission Discernment, Interview and Placement retreat, not only because I would learn where I would be living for the next year, but more importantly because I was flying to Chicago and then spending the extended weekend in Wisconsin, which means only one thing: CHEESE! Even if they decided to not place me for whatever reason, I would at least be able to say that I had been to Wisconsin (and Illinois), two new places for my bucket list map.
I would recap all the reasons I'm participating in YAGM, and why I'm excited for Palestine (Jerusalem/West Bank; whatever you prefer), but I feel that is covered fairly well in the page entitled, "Meet Courtney" at the top of this page. I have many expectations: many good, exciting ones, but also some anxious hesitations. All I really know is that I'm going to be challenged, and I will grow. Honestly, who knows where I'll be in a year? Hint: Not me!!
What I really wanted to post was the story of how I was placed, or at least, my end of the story. I went to the DIP event having a slight preference for the UK program, but a secret fascination in going to Palestine. After the presentations on each program I had absolutely *no* idea which country I would prefer. I knew my parents would be less stressed if I went to the UK, but each program sounded amazing.
Then I had my 45 minute interviews with the country coordinators and a Global Missions representative. My first interview was that Friday evening, with Julie for the Jerusalem/West Bank program. Unlike what I was hearing from a lot of people, I was not even slightly nervous. They had said it was informal and I was trusting the Holy Spirit to be guiding the process, so why be nervous? I just had to talk about my experiences! After talking with Julie and Robert, the Director for Mission in the Middle East, I felt like the West Bank program had been designed for me! Sure, there were going to be some real challenges, but some of the opportunities I might be able to participate in were perfect. I could possible be doing work with oral history and advocacy, which was exactly what I wanted to do. It was so amazing I called Cait right after to gush about how God-sent it seemed the experience was. I couldn't, and still can't believe it. It seemed like Palestine was where my heart was being led. It could not get any better. Or so I thought.
Then I had my interview with Crissie and Sunitha for the UK program and it had a different feel than the West Bank interview, but it went really well. Spectacularly, in fact. Again, there were opportunities that seemed tailor made, where I could direct a multicultural and interfaith community center of a church. That is absolutely something I'm interested in pursuing long-term, and hearing that such a position actually exists has been very exciting for me. Wow, how could I choose?!
As part of the process, each participant was able to voice if they felt particularly called to a certain placement or if they had a strong preference for one place over another. We could write such opinions on an index card and it would be taken into account during the deliberations. We weren't guaranteed of our first choice, but it could help in the decision making process. This was it. I could, potentially, influence where I would spend the next year. I could preference Palestine, knowing that it would stress my parents out, but challenge me in so many great ways. Or, I could preference the UK, with the hope that I'd get a multicultural or multifaith position that could really help me discern that aspect of my life, but with less of a built-in challenge (seeing as I have studied there before). So, really, how could I choose?!
Actually, I couldn't. And I didn't. I submitted my card acknowledging I had some reservations about the stress on my family if I was placed in Palestine, but that I was willing to encounter the challenge to the best of my ability. Then I left them with the following words, with which I shall end this post. It has honestly been one of the most helpful and calming things I've heard, that really helps me when I get stressed out (shout out to Pastor Chuck and Pastor Jim!) and so it seemed only fitting that I offer it up as my only desire for my year of global mission service:
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(Thank you to all my sisters and brothers in Christ who inspire me each and every day).
What I really wanted to post was the story of how I was placed, or at least, my end of the story. I went to the DIP event having a slight preference for the UK program, but a secret fascination in going to Palestine. After the presentations on each program I had absolutely *no* idea which country I would prefer. I knew my parents would be less stressed if I went to the UK, but each program sounded amazing.
Then I had my 45 minute interviews with the country coordinators and a Global Missions representative. My first interview was that Friday evening, with Julie for the Jerusalem/West Bank program. Unlike what I was hearing from a lot of people, I was not even slightly nervous. They had said it was informal and I was trusting the Holy Spirit to be guiding the process, so why be nervous? I just had to talk about my experiences! After talking with Julie and Robert, the Director for Mission in the Middle East, I felt like the West Bank program had been designed for me! Sure, there were going to be some real challenges, but some of the opportunities I might be able to participate in were perfect. I could possible be doing work with oral history and advocacy, which was exactly what I wanted to do. It was so amazing I called Cait right after to gush about how God-sent it seemed the experience was. I couldn't, and still can't believe it. It seemed like Palestine was where my heart was being led. It could not get any better. Or so I thought.
Then I had my interview with Crissie and Sunitha for the UK program and it had a different feel than the West Bank interview, but it went really well. Spectacularly, in fact. Again, there were opportunities that seemed tailor made, where I could direct a multicultural and interfaith community center of a church. That is absolutely something I'm interested in pursuing long-term, and hearing that such a position actually exists has been very exciting for me. Wow, how could I choose?!
As part of the process, each participant was able to voice if they felt particularly called to a certain placement or if they had a strong preference for one place over another. We could write such opinions on an index card and it would be taken into account during the deliberations. We weren't guaranteed of our first choice, but it could help in the decision making process. This was it. I could, potentially, influence where I would spend the next year. I could preference Palestine, knowing that it would stress my parents out, but challenge me in so many great ways. Or, I could preference the UK, with the hope that I'd get a multicultural or multifaith position that could really help me discern that aspect of my life, but with less of a built-in challenge (seeing as I have studied there before). So, really, how could I choose?!
Actually, I couldn't. And I didn't. I submitted my card acknowledging I had some reservations about the stress on my family if I was placed in Palestine, but that I was willing to encounter the challenge to the best of my ability. Then I left them with the following words, with which I shall end this post. It has honestly been one of the most helpful and calming things I've heard, that really helps me when I get stressed out (shout out to Pastor Chuck and Pastor Jim!) and so it seemed only fitting that I offer it up as my only desire for my year of global mission service:
In the words of a wise pastor:
Ooh, ongawah, Father's got the power
Sayin' shing-a-ling, Jesus do your thing
Ooh, ahh...Spirit light my fire.
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(Thank you to all my sisters and brothers in Christ who inspire me each and every day).
07 October 2009
Not really traveling in the physical sense...
Hello all!
This isn't to tell you all I'm travelling (at least, not at the moment) but rather what I'm up to.
I've been in school for just over a month now and things have been non-stop since the day I arrived. I'm consumed with thoughts of the present (classes, work, my Senior Honors Project) and of the future (Seminary, Candidacy, what I'll eat for dinner tomorrow). So I'm going to, hopefully, start updating my blog more often as both a way to keep you aware of just what I'm doing while I'm so far away, as well as a way to help me process just what the heck I'm thinking!
Seminary? you ask. Well, I should probably mention that one fairly soon...
After an amazing summer doing an "internship" of sorts, I felt affirmed in a call to public ministry. It's something that I've felt was a possibility from a very young age but, for a variety of reasons, it took a while for me to admit to myself. I've started Candidacy, which is the formal process of the Evangelical Lutheran Church in America (ELCA) for people who want to join rostered ministry. It's a long story (which will continue for a long time) and I'd love to talk about it more...at a later time ;)
I really just wanted to update you all a bit and let you know I'm still alive. I'm hoping to post on the blog more often so you don't think I've fallen off the face of the earth. If you're really adventurous, feel free to follow me on twitter (which I usually post on daily) at www.twitter.com/CtyWeller.
Talk with you soon!
-Courtney
03 June 2009
You're Really Dirty
That is what one of the PKAP directors said to me today, and quite fittingly so.
I've never been one of those get-in-the-dirt-play-with-mud kinda girls. If I ever played in the mud, as far as I remember, it was in a specific set of clothes and after carefully planning how dirty I would get.
You really can't plan much in archaeology as far as dirt is concerned. All that can be guaranteed is that you will inevitably get dirty; and in my case, very dirty. In this sense, I have changed quite drastically. It feels weird to not wear sunscreen and to not be covered in a fine layer of sandy clay.
Anywho, the past week has been a whirlwind: we've been digging 7.5 hours a day and had a field trip to the other side of the island on Monday. It's crazy how time flies, and that I'll be back in the States for a very large chunk of time in only 11 days. While I'm not looking forward to a ten hour plane ride, or being in a town without an easily accessible bakery (this is the most depressing), it will be nice to be home, and to settle down for a bit. Without homework. Oh joyous anticipation!
Dinner is in a few minutes and I am going to put pictures up on Facebook (soon I'll post them here too). Blessings to all!
And sorry Mom and Dad I haven't really called.
I've never been one of those get-in-the-dirt-play-with-mud kinda girls. If I ever played in the mud, as far as I remember, it was in a specific set of clothes and after carefully planning how dirty I would get.
You really can't plan much in archaeology as far as dirt is concerned. All that can be guaranteed is that you will inevitably get dirty; and in my case, very dirty. In this sense, I have changed quite drastically. It feels weird to not wear sunscreen and to not be covered in a fine layer of sandy clay.
Anywho, the past week has been a whirlwind: we've been digging 7.5 hours a day and had a field trip to the other side of the island on Monday. It's crazy how time flies, and that I'll be back in the States for a very large chunk of time in only 11 days. While I'm not looking forward to a ten hour plane ride, or being in a town without an easily accessible bakery (this is the most depressing), it will be nice to be home, and to settle down for a bit. Without homework. Oh joyous anticipation!
Dinner is in a few minutes and I am going to put pictures up on Facebook (soon I'll post them here too). Blessings to all!
And sorry Mom and Dad I haven't really called.
29 May 2009
A week, already?
It's amazing how time flies when you're digging in the dirt eight hours a day!
Monday was our first day of digging (or preparing our trenches for digging) and it's been crazy non-stop ever since. I'm at the site closest to the coast (beautiful view, by the way) known as Koutsopetria (there are two other sites, Vigla and Kokkinokremos). There are six of us at the site, but only three in my trench: Sarah, our site advisor, and Nick, another student from Messiah, and myself. We're working on the western side of the site which is an annex to a Christian basillica (not really visible, but parts are). We're digging to figure out if a certain area of our trench is a room extension and, if so, what it might have been used for. Also, we're trying to figure out why the doorway was filled in and cemented over.
Or at least, that was the plan...
After a few days of digging (I've never had so much fun digging in the dirt before, it's glorious! Mom...don't get any ideas!) we realized two things which have changed our focus:
Our site (and our speecific trench) advisor humors us and tells us it's good to get thinking about why things are like they are, but I think it's a last-ditch attempt to deal with all of us ;)
Monday was our first day of digging (or preparing our trenches for digging) and it's been crazy non-stop ever since. I'm at the site closest to the coast (beautiful view, by the way) known as Koutsopetria (there are two other sites, Vigla and Kokkinokremos). There are six of us at the site, but only three in my trench: Sarah, our site advisor, and Nick, another student from Messiah, and myself. We're working on the western side of the site which is an annex to a Christian basillica (not really visible, but parts are). We're digging to figure out if a certain area of our trench is a room extension and, if so, what it might have been used for. Also, we're trying to figure out why the doorway was filled in and cemented over.
Or at least, that was the plan...
After a few days of digging (I've never had so much fun digging in the dirt before, it's glorious! Mom...don't get any ideas!) we realized two things which have changed our focus:
- Our room extension does not appear to be a room extension. It actually looks more like the debris from a fallen wall. This hasn't been proven yet, and we're going down another 20 cm today to get even with another part of our trench, so that should give us a better idea of what is going on.
- The cemented in doorway. Not so much. It's actually this really confusing compaction of dirt that appears to be cement. But alas, it is not! We'll get to this part next week and then I'll have more news on that.
The man who lived in the room we are digging was a part-time bead maker (which explains all the pretty rocks) while his official occupation was groundskeeper for the basilica. He lived a happy life, taking care of the basilica and making beads in his spare time. Unfortunately, one day the Sea People came to Koutsopetria, attacking the townsfolk. In a show of great mercy, the King of the Sea People told the bead-maker that he would be spared if he could appease them. He went to make some beads, but was so nervous he forgot to put holes in the stones. Thus, the King was mad and stabbed the bead-maker with a bronze tipped stick (Nick wants to find a bronze spearpoint). The bead-maker stumbled back home where he thought he could tough it out and live, however, after setting a fire (to explain sections of ash we've found), he died. His house then started to burn, and the fire-brigade tried to put out the fire but accidentally poured too much water on the house (which explains large amounts of silt over one area, skipping another and then leading into the next area). Eventually the bead-makers abode fell into ruin and his wall fell (where we are currently digging), and on that wall were the stones he had yet to put holes in to make beads.
Our site (and our speecific trench) advisor humors us and tells us it's good to get thinking about why things are like they are, but I think it's a last-ditch attempt to deal with all of us ;)
24 May 2009
Holy Chickies and Pete's!
Ahhh, Cyprus.
It's really quite amazing here. After many hours on multiple planes, we finally landed in Larnaca (Λάρνακα) on Friday. It was, as we expected, very warm and very Greek (at least, since we are in the southern half of the island). After packing our suitcases into a few rental cars borrowed by the PKAP (Pyla-Koutsopetria, our project) staff, the nine Messiah students (four guys: Matt, Nick, Kyle and Alex; five girls: Caitlin, Melissa, Becky, Rachel, and myself) packed into three different cabs and set off for the hotel. It really is a shame that you weren't in the cab, Mom and Dad; you never would have complained about my driving ever again! To summarize the drive, let's just say we were pushing 90mph and weaving in and out of traffic on lanes and city streets that were narrow, at best. White-knuckled, I arrive at the quite amazing hotel that I will be calling 'home' for the next few weeks.
Our hotel, Petrou Bros. Travel Apts, is pretty nice. The five of us girls share a three bedroom apartment which has a full bathroom and small kitchen/dining area. We each have a balcony as well, which overlooks the city streets below. This is a blessing in disguise, of course, since it can get quite noisy, especially on the weekends. There will be a festival in a week or so which will last about a week, which we've been warned about. It WILL be noisy. Noisy is probably an understatement. The nice thing, though, is that, so far, I've been tired that very little will wake me up. It's a great feeling just falling into bed and not being kept up by anything. *Ah, this is the life.*
Another cool thing about our hotel is that the roof is accessible. We've had a few socials up there already; it's a great place to just sit and chat. You can see a good distance and there are even some plastic lounge chairs for our use. Good deal!
So what have I been up to, besides, of course, sleeping? Well, you'll be happily suprised to learn that I've tried to not nap all the time, although today after church I couldn't help but take a few hours long nap. We've been on the move a lot, though. Friday we had a small tour of our surroundings by our professor, David Pettegrew. After dinner, the undergrads (there are ten of us, Messiah students and a guy from UPitt, Justin) went out to explore, in search of fruit. I was so excited...I was on the search for a mango! Unfortunately, we didn't manage to find a place that sold fruit, but I did find some comfort food...a Mars bar and some orange soda! So delicious! Of course, we stopped by a bakery and picked up some dessert, too. Many of my comrades bought baklava, but, being a detester of nut products, I took a nut-free apple baklava, which I named applikava (although, Nick likes to call them all sugaklava because they are *VERY* sweet...almost too sweet for me....almost).
Yesterday wasn't too busy, at least, not that I can remember. I've been trying to keep up with my journal, but there is so much to write down that I often fall asleep before I can finish an entry. I've been keeping tabs though, so I know what to write when I get back to it. I figure I'll catch up on that when I'm done writing to you!
I do remember that we did a scavanger hunt for a good portion of yesterday. We recieved a certain amount of points for taking pictures of various things. I'm not sure how well this was thought through, since we probably looked a bit sketchy taking pictures of multiple ATMs, public buildings, post office boxes, and churches/mosques. It was a good opportunity to orientate myself to the city. I know where a few things are, the important things (bakery, market place, beach, internet cafe), but I never quite know where the hotel is. Luckily, I don't need to go far for anything, and if I do, I always go with a buddy (see parents, I am responsible). With all that said, Larnaca (or Larnaka if you are Turkish) is a very safe city. Not that I will, but if I had to go somewhere on my own, during the daytime of course, I would feel very comfortable doing so. Luckily, there is always someone willing to go out for something. It's a great deal.
How is the food, you ask? Why, thanks for asking! Our eating schedule is a bit different from what it is back home, due to our work schedule. We eat breakfast in our rooms (food that PKAP buys us- kelloggs cornflakes, yum!) and are out usually between 8 and 9. Lunch is on our own, but typically around 2 or so, earlier depending on what day of the week it is. Dinner is provided by PKAP and prepared by "the cook", Dalton; this is usually around 7 or 8. Yesterday, however, we went out for dinner. I had chicken souvlaki (pretty much chicken kabobs, but you can put it in a pita with tomatoes and cucumbers and onions; I kept the onions out; and then there is a sauce, which was DELICIOUS). Tonight dinner is here at the hotel, but later around 8. It's surprisingly easy to eat at such an odd schedule; I might have a snack here and there, but usually there is so much food that I'm stuffed. As horrible as it sounds, I didn't have time for breakfast today and even though I woke up at 7:30, I haven't eaten (although that might be a lie, I had a little applikava a little while ago) and it's already 4:12pm. I have a mango upstairs that is calling my name though, so I might have that in a while, before dinner at 8.
Today, being S
unday, a group of us went to church. We went to Ayios Lazarus (The Church of Lazarus) for an Eastern Orthodox service. It was a really neat combination of formal/informal practices. It lasted maybe around 2 hours, although we weren't there for the very beginning. People came and left as needed, although a large group arrived towards the middle, during the preparation for the eucharist. People walked around the inside venerating each of the icons, and children participated, too. It was amazing seeing little children that had, more than likely, just learned to walk, kissing the feet of Jesus on the icon.Since I am on a friend's computer (I decided not to bring my laptop in order to reduce my stress) I am going to get going. My mango is ripening by the minute, I'm sure.
I'll try to check in in a few days! Much love from the Middle East!
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[pictures (from top to bottom): a panoramic shot of Larnaca, taken from the roof; the first "official" roof social for PKAP, (l-r) Nick, Matt, Kyle, Alex; Ayois Lazarus.]
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