Thursday, March 26, 2009

mayan justice

I'm posting this information hoping for some feedback from all of you who visit our blog. You will also need to get by without images as they would be too disturbing to publish, even though we see them everyday in newspapers here.
As most of you know, we live in a Mayan community. About 98.5% of the population in Chichicastenango consider themselves to be indigenous Mayan K'iche's. So one most view things from their point of view which is utterly impossible. One must also understand that the Mayans are still recovering physically and emotionally from over 30 years of civil war and Mayan genocide.

Just a couple of weeks ago some friends of ours witnessed an example of "Mayan Justice." Two young men were paraded downtown, bloodied and bound by a large crowd of Mayans pushing, prodding and kicking them forward. They had been physically battered already, but when they arrived at the front steps of Church Santo Tomas, they unknowingly had traveled their last steps on earth. There, at the foot of the church steps, they were "finished off" with large stones that crashed upon their skulls.
We later found out that the men were two young dabbling gang members who had decided to attack a young girl on her way home, and sexually abuse her. They were captured quite soon afterward, and punished to the extreme...even unto death.

You should also know that over 98% of the homicides remain unsolved here in Guatemala. The official courts rely on meager human and economic resources, and most feel they are completely corrupt anyway.
There have been over 15 lynchings in our town already this year. Far from a thirst for violence, this indicates an attempt by the local embattled communities to reassert their autonomy after decades of repeated assault by state armies, local elites, the globalized economy, and other adversaries. By enacting these highly ritualized, unequivocally public displays of justice, marginalized communities seek not only to punish and to deter criminal activity, but perhaps more importantly, to reassert themselves collectively as agents rather than victims. In this way, lynchings may reveal a dark side of what passes for democracy in the region.

And it works.
Someone recently told me that Guatemala recently passed Iraq as a more dangerous place to live. They also shared that Guatemala City is now the 3rd most dangerous city to live. The other two cities are in the midst of war.
But much of that violence never reaches those of us who chose to live in the indigenous communities, because the Mayans have their own form of justice as I mentioned above. I recently listened to a radio program interviewing gang members in Guatemala City, and after they talked about killing people, beheading babies for extortion and the like, they mentioned how they had tried to have more of a "presence" in other local cities and villages...like ours
But, he said, they had sent 10 men to Santa Cruz Del Quiche (a few miles from our location), and only 2 came back alive...they (the Mayans) had killed the other 8. He mentioned how they didn't fear the policemen or judicial system, only the Mayans.
So, one one hand, we are thankful for a system that actually protects our family when other systems are broken. But on the other hand, I wonder if God would approve of a system that doesn't allow for "I'm sorry", or "Give me one more chance", and takes "an eye for an eye."
How would you feel?
How should we feel?

Monday, March 16, 2009

a visit from some friends...

Saturday, March 14, 2009

all creation waits

It's easy to live in Guatemala and become disheartened by the brokenness that almost smothers. Roads that swallow cars, dogs that never get fed, children that die from preventable illnesses, police and judicial systems that look out for their own interests...and that just touches the surface.
Dads who are abusing the little girls in their adobe huts, women who work themselves to literal death by the ripe old age of 35, children who are trying to sell trinkets for money that will go for Dad's alcohol binge while the child is suffering from malnutrition, disabled people crawling around in their own feces looking for a helping hand.
It quickly becomes too much to carry.

"All creation waits with eager longing... and not only the creation, but we ourselves...groan inwardly while we wait for adoption"

Me: "God. Guatemala is broken...I can't fix it."
God: "Don. You're broken as well."
Me: "Yeah, but I'm doing okay."
God: "Really?"
God: "What are the things that make you happy?"
Me: "Heather. My kids. My little hobbies. We just got pregnant... that's cool! Internet. Fantasy Baseball. My new facebook account. Missionaries here who love us. Lot's of things."
God: "And if they all went away?"

You know how Paul lived? You know that guy who wrote Romans?

King: "Paul, I'm going to kill you."
Paul: "Great! I am longing for home. I eagerly await for my adoption."
King: "Well...then I am going to hurt you."
Paul: "Great! My present sufferings don't compare to the glory to come. And besides I get to go to heaven, if, in fact I suffer with Him." (Romans 8:17)
King: "Well, okay then. You're free to go, I guess. I can't do anything to mess you up."
Paul: "Great! Then I will keep preaching Christ crucified to all who will believe."

I think Paul thought we would all live like this...in-between worlds. Untying ourselves from the things we use to medicate our longings (family, hobbies, work, money, success, athletics, haircuts and new clothes, etc.) and yet not fully realizing the things that will fulfill us completely; that is...being home with Him.
Being home with Him.

I can have Him now, but not fully. The Bible tells us the Holy Spirit is a first-fruit of more to come, a deposit so that we trust and hope for more.

I think I'm just as broken and hopeless as Guatemala. I just think I see the suffering more here and less in myself because I do a better job of medicating my suffering. But when I let go of things...like Paul. I feel the pain. I feel the loss. I feel hopeless that this world has anything to offer me.

And then my hope sharpens for the next life. My body aches for a Christ who will literally hold me. My whole being longs for the day when He will take me home...
my real home.


Living between worlds. Cutting the wires of addiction. Freeing ourselves from the things that sustain us. And then looking to God for the rest.

Me: "God, I think I did it. I'm hurting. Can you take care of this pain?"
God: "Yes"
Me: "Now?"
God: "Not all...no"
Me: "I don't think I can do this. I can't wait to be with You in heaven."
God: "Now you get it. I can't wait to fully be with you as well." (I Corinthians 13:12)

Saturday, March 7, 2009

journey to the top of an active volcano

My friend John came to see me from the States, and both of us have always wanted to climb an active volcano. We had a lot of fun with this climb, and it was an awesome experience.
Thanks John and Jennifer for visiting with our family!