The Easter Bunny

Last night, when Ate Jean and her family had gone to bed, I set out some chocolates, a bottle of olive oil (Ate Jean had made a comment about how she wanted to cook with olive oil, but its really expensive in the Philippines), and a new mouse trap (we’re facing a new wave).  I left a note saying “To: Ate Jean & Co.  From:  the Easter Bunny.”  I haven’t seen Ate Jean yet today, but this morning her grandniece and grandnephew came into my bedroom really cautiously (Filipinos don’t do the whole knocking first thing, lol).  I think they were coming to say thank you (they’re around 4&7 I think), but I was still half asleep so I ushered them out and went back to bed.  I’ve come to find that playing Santa/the Easter Bunny is sometimes more fun than receiving gifts!

I didn’t get to sleep until 6am because people were setting off fireworks all night, and I kept dreaming they were gunshots.  Oh well.  My friend Paolo went to his family’s province in Pampanga, the area known for “misguided people flagellating themselves in a show of penitence.” I kidded him by saying, “Well, it was either that or give up meat for a month!”  (I’ve heard numerous theories about how Filipinos are physically incapable of being vegetarians, and I just can’t see how they would manage a Lenten fast.  What would they eat?  Rice and bananas?  Most Filipinos think being vegetarian means “you eat vegetables.”)

Easter Sunday

So today I was super sad, because I realized I didn’t have the emotional stamina to dress up for easter. My walk to church goes past a couple of strip clubs and brothels, and the security guards always use the fact that I’m dressed up for church as an excuse to sexually harass me. But then I realized, it’s Easter. God gave us eternal life through Jesus’ sacrifice, and I can’t think up a creative solution to my problem so I can look nice on Easter?! No way! So I decided to carry my easter dress and heels in my backpack and change in the church’s bathroom. It’s not an ideal world I’m living in at the moment, but I’m making it work!

Commission on World Mission and Evangelism

Yesterday was the first day of the World Comission on Mission and Evangelism in Manila.  “The CWME commission is composed of some 25 members, also coming from WCC member churches,  mission bodies affiliated to the CWME conference and representatives of the ‘wider ecumenism’. Roman Catholics, evangelicals and Pentecostals are full members of the CWME commission and participate in all its activities.”  (From the WCC website) “The Commission intends to offer spaces to churches and people or movements engaged in mission and evangelism for sharing reflections, experiences, questions and discoveries on content and methods of Christian witness today. The main concern is to empower churches and mission bodies to be in common mission and to do it in Christ’s way, i.e. linking the methods used with the content of the gospel.”  (WCC website)

Delegates have arrived from all over the world and from every imaginable Christian branch or denomination.  One of the things I immediately noticed upon entering the conference room was this really positive vibe all around.  The opening service featured cultural presentations from local Filipino groups.  The Canadians and I were seated with a group of male dancers wearing nothing but loincloths.  It was a little awkward at first, and the dancers were clearly cold, not to mention uncomfortable to be so scantily clad in a room full of formally dressed people.  At one point, Kelly from UCC Canada leaned over to me and said, “Some of those dancers are wearing underwear underneath their loincloths….others are not.”  Despite the awkwardness, however, the dancers performed spectacularly.

The worship service was in at least 5 different languages, although the primary language was English.  We were privileged to hear some awesome speakers like the Rev. Jennifer S. Leath from the African Methodist Episopal church (always feel a little resentful of my forebears of Methodism in the US for tolerating segregation when I hear such awesome speakers from the AME).  Next we heard from the General Secretary of the World Council of Churches, Rev. Dr. Olav Fykse Tveit, who spoke about the purpose of this CWME being the discernment of what God’s vision is and how to participate together as an ecumenical community.  He said this vision would be a “new vision,” enriched with a “renewed understanding of mission in a world where God-given life is threatened.”  He also talked about how much having the CWME during Lent should influence the spirit of their re-envisioning the meaning of mission, and to “embody the reality of God’s gift, the cross and Jesus’ sacrifice.”  “To give up life to give life transforms the mission of the church, to proclaim good news to world, for the fullness of life for all.”  Emphasizing the meaning of mission as being “to participate in God’s vision, that the same mind be in you that was in Christ Jesus,” and not as much the reclamation of souls, he said that mission is more and more becoming, “situations where the church treats the marginalized as the subjects not the objects.”  Meaning the old views of mission being the conversion of the masses and redemption of souls for the hereafter often led to a sort of “soul-grabbing” by Western churches of peoples at the bottom of the power hierarchy.  This is definitely seen in the Philippines, where four protestant churches including the United Methodist Church, partitioned the Philippines into four regions of mission so as to not tread on each others toes, not all unlike landowners dividing a plot of disputed territory into four equal parts.
The General Secretary also touched on environmental issues:

God’s redemptive mission is not for humanity alone.  God is also listening to the crisis of the earth.  Creation is an integral part of mission today.  Time for Christian mission to be reconnected to the whole of God’s creation.  This is mission that we can do together with secular society and the communities of other faiths.  We have to boldly witness together the God of life as our mission in a public sphere.

My mind was sort of blown by this.  I had never been involved with a Christian organization that seriously considered collaborating with people of others faiths, let alone those of no faith.  Something about the inclusivity being expressed shook me up.  I think in both American and Filipino churches (and society in general) there is a lot of racism and xenophobia (Americans are a little more subtle about it) even towards those of the same faith.  No one is really even thinking about reconciling with other faiths or secular society.  But this position I think was a little more in accordance with how Christ would relate to those who are different.  In relation to Christian ecumenism, the General Secretary said, “it is our imperative to overcome our boundaries in our common witness to the world.”
After the General Secretary we heard a keynote speech Rev. Dr. Roderick Hewitt from the United Church of Jamaica and the Cayman Islands.  When Rev. Dr. Hewitt reached the podium, the staff in charge of organizing the convention had to frantically adjust the microphone stand, as Rev. Dr. Olav is Norwegian and a giant.  Once the staff brought the microphone to Rev. Dr. Hewitt’s level, he told us he was reminded of Romans 3:23, “We have all sinned and fallen short of the glory of God.”  This earned a gufaw from the ecumenical crowd.  He talked about being Jamaican and having a “polyphonic voice, as they say in my country, out of many, one people.”  He said that he spoke “with an understanding of the dynamics of that region” and “as one having been shaped by the council of world mission.”  Acknowledging that the delegates to the CWME were all, “shaped by different histories and stories of power” he said that, “the multifaceted natures of the people here speaks volumes for the multi-faceted powers we must engage.”  I was really intrigued by his idea of the church being like a round table.  A table has no corners, no head and therefore no protocol for seating. The round table is a symbol of eating, drinking, sharing, “an end to them and us.”  He brought this idea into the context of the CWME by saying “We are gathered for this missional table.”
Anyways, it was a great day and I’ll be writing more updates as the conference proceeds.  I had a full day of meeting people and hearing some awesome new perspectives on the life and work of the Church.  In the evening, around 9pm, I took a taxi home, and as we were turning in to the entrance of my subdivision.  All of a sudden I heard four or five really loud bangs which I mistook for fireworks.  When I got out of the taxi, I asked the barangay captain at the entrance to the subdivision what had happened.  He said it looked like there was an attempted carjacking right where we had been only seconds earlier.  It was definitely an interesting end to an interesting day.  I left the hotel where the convention was being held, where people had flown in from all over the world, where there was free-flowing brewed coffee, and entered a world of violence, injustice and hazard.  Definitely understand why we need to talk about our role as Christians in a world where God-given life is threatened.

Hong Kong pt. 1: Getting There is Half the Adventure

I just got back from Hong Kong where I was visiting my friend and fellow mission intern Joy Prim.  I had been looking forward to visiting her for a long time, and wasn’t entirely sure when or if it would happen this spring.  However, as I was attempting to fly home to the Philippines from Singapore after Christmas break, I was told that, because I had overstayed my visa, I would not be allowed to board the plane home unless I had an e-ticket for a flight leaving the country in a month.  So the nice Cebu-Pacific Airlines lady let me go into their office in the airport at midnight to print out a ticket so I would be allowed to board the plane home.  I think this was a sign from God really.

Anyways, I set out early in the morning last Thursday (and by early I mean 2am.  traveling in the Philippines is always so relaxing and enjoyable….jk).  As I was about to walk out the front door, I ran into Ate Jean, who I realized I had forgotten to tell about my going to Hong Kong.  She saw me dressed up with my suitcase in hand and, being half asleep and only out of bed to check and make sure all the locks were secure, managed to say, “What? Why?”  Feeling ashamed and embarrassed that I didn’t tell her earlier, I told her where I was going and when I would be be back.  She told me to have a good trip and be safe.  As I walked down the driveway to the front gate, SJ the guard dog frolicked along side me trying to get my attention.  When I got to the gate I have him a goodbye hug and opened the door to the street.  I walked all the way down my street and out of the subdivision.  I was a little nervous about how my suitcase and coat would look to people out to prey on tourists late at night, but I also think after six months I give off that vibe that I know where I’m going and I know how to take care of myself.  I think this is really important when living by yourself in a strange place.  I crossed the footbridge over the highway to the taxi stand in front of the SoGo hotel.  SoGo is a hotel chain known as a haven for extramarital affairs and sex workers, so you can imagine what kind of people operate taxis out of this place.  The men all made inappropriate comments about me as I hoisted my suitcase into the back of one of the taxis.  I ignored them, but was really bothered by what they were saying.  The taxi driver was honest, however, and took me straight to the bus station without charging anything extra.  At the bus station I waited in line for a long time only to find out that there wasn’t a bus going to Clark until 4:30, so I had to get into another taxi just to cross the highway to another bus station, where I was able to hop on a bus leaving sooner.  I was nervous the entire way there, about getting there on time and in one piece, about the possible problems I would have at immigration (the last time I tried flying out of the country I got charged over a hundred dollars), about throwing up from the nervousness of traveling.  Once we got to the bus station in Angeles City, I had to walk down a dark alley with my suitcase, stand in the pitch dark trying to flag down a jeepney to Clark main gate, and flag down another jeepney once I had arrived at Clark main gate to Clark international airport.  Finally I got to the airport and was the first person to walk through the gate that morning.  My flight left at 7am.  Traveling in the Philippines is always interesting.

Harrisburg

I don’t think the WBC ever became real to me until I heard they were coming to my hometown.  Before that they were just an idea, a horrible idea, one that couldn’t possibly exist in reality.

A couple weeks ago a F4 tornado ripped through my hometown of Harrisburg, Illinois.  Whole parts of town were flattened, including the new commercial center and my old neighborhood.  Six people were killed, but looking at pictures of the aftermath, I find it hard to believe that the death toll wasn’t much higher.  Hearing about what happened from my friends and relatives, and seeing the pictures on national and international news websites, left me in shock.  Not all my memories of Harrisburg were positive.  When I was growing up, I was practically the only liberal in the entire school, and definitely the only feminist.  People in Harrisburg are pretty much as conservative as they come, and sometimes school felt like one big battle for me; a battle in which I was vastly outnumbered.  But I still have a lot of friends there, who I thank God were left unharmed by the tornado.  When I heard the Westboro Baptist Church was coming to stage protests at the funerals of those poor people who died in the storm, my jaw dropped to the floor.  I thought, why are they protesting their own?  Don’t they know those funerals are being held at some of the most conservative churches in town?  What did the people of Harrisburg do to deserve this?!  Is WBC trying to make enemies of everyone on earth?!  The truth is, WBC doesn’t want allies.  They want to make everyone angry.  They purposefully attack those who are grieving.  Eventually someone is bound to lash out against them, at which point the WBC (whose leader conveniently is a lawyer by trade) will sue them for all they’re worth.  The WBC is supposedly protesting the sins of America, claiming that the whole country is going to Hell. I refuse to believe they give a hoot about what the issues they’re protesting.  Instead they are out to create a media empire. They are the cultural product of hate, hype and greed, yet they have become an icon of organized religion in America.   We must acknowledge the fact that they are being funded by mainstream religious organizations, organizations hoping that the WBC will make them look more middle-of-the-road by contrast.  The WBC is a product of sin, in my opinion.  They are the bearers are hate and sadness and are a harbinger of the fall of Christianity in America.  I’m not going to pretend I know what the solution is.  All I can think of doing is praying that God softens their hearts and makes clear their minds.  I also pray that we as Christians can stand up and show the world what organized religion really looks like.  We are compassionate, loving, passionate, active, critical yet forgiving, traditional yet open-minded.  By being Christ to everyone we meet and seeing Christ in everyone we meet, the light of God’s love will shine through, even in the face of tragedy.

Birthday Parties: More Fun in the Philippines

So Filipino celebrations can get a little too intense sometimes, but boy are they a riot!  We just celebrated Bishop Elmer’s birthday party in the Ecumenical Bishop’s Forum office on the second floor of NCCP.  Bishop Elmer is from the United Church of Christ in the Philippines and is a nice guy.  Apparently a few years back he was diagnosed with terminal cancer, but against all odds he beat the cancer is still going strong today.  The birthday party started out pretty tame, with people making ice cream sandwiches out of ice cream and dinner rolls while someone went on a search for cones.  Your typical ice cream flavors (a carton usually contains four) are ube (a purple yam), cheese (as in cheddar, not cheesecake), rocky road (pretty straightforward), and strawberry (the McDonald’s strawberry milkshake kind, not actual strawberry, but it was my favorite flavor growing up).  I made a neopolitan out of rocky road, ube and “strawberry.”  I gave the cheese flavored section a wide berth.  Anyways, then we stood around and sang happy birthday a little half-heartedly (people needed a chance to warm up).  A few minutes later a guitar appeared and what followed was the most impressive singalong I have ever witnessed.  I felt mildly out of place not knowing any ABBA songs besides Dancing Queen (and only the chorus of that), but I enjoyed the good music all the same.  And there was sexy dancing (if you haven’t been to the Philippines, I won’t try to explain what this looks like).  After going through the most well-known ABBA songs (seriously, does everyone in the Philippines know the complete discography of ABBA by heart???), people then began to sing some Filipino folk songs.  These were absolutely beautiful, especially when they broke into two and eventually three part harmony.  Of course I didn’t know any of them, but I loved just standing there, swaying to the music.  While they were singing I looked at the poster that took up a whole wall of the office.  It was a summary of the Ecumenical Bishops Forum’s mission, to proclaim justice and peace and to prophesy. There were pictures of workers being beaten, shot, bullied, of entire communities being bulldozed to make way for shopping malls, of memorial services for slain or imprisoned journalists and church workers.  I thought about this celebration, how heartily everyone sang.  These kinds of celebrations are needed in the face of a government that doesn’t care about its people.  The government of the Philippines will always go against its people as long as foreign companies are lining the pockets of the rich elite.  The land is being stripped of its resources so that people in the developed world can have cheaper plasma TVs and smart phones, and the vast majority of Filipinos are getting peanuts.  I can only imagine what it’s like for church workers who’s mission is a prophetic ministry that includes challenging the government. Yet here they all were, singing their hearts out in beautiful harmony.  At the end, they sang happy birthday again, but this time the guitarist kept changing the key.  Only Filipinos would be able to adapt to a key change that quickly.  If they were American church workers, they’d be a lost cause.  The guitarist kept raising the key, and at the very end, everyone was singing so shrilly that, at the last Happy Birthday, everyone’s voice broke and the entire room dissolved into laughter.  It was a wonderful celebration and it really raised my spirits to be a part of it.

Ferns, Foods and Filipinos.

Southeast Asia is known for consistently having some of the best food in the world. In light of this, it’s easy for Filipino food to be overshadowed by exquisite and immensely popular Thai food or Malaysia and Singapore’s rich fusion of Indian, Chinese and Malay flavors. A friend of mine,who’s training to be a chef, told me that one of the reasons why Filipino food isn’t as popular as other southeast Asian cuisines is that it isn’t aesthetically pleasing. If you go to a food stand anywhere in Luzon, you will see bowl after bowl of what looks like brown glop, accompanied by some rather bony fried fish. The flavors are another reason why Filipino food is considered to be the poor step-child of Southeast Asian cuisines. As my friend said, Filipino food is essentially comfort food.  While Malaysian and Thai foods are flavored with curries and spices, the food here is flavored with mainly salt and more salt. It’s a lot like southern cooking: It may not be good for you, and outsiders would never want to eat it on a daily basis, but I tell ya, when you are feeling down, nothing picks you up like your lola’s chicken adobo! :P

There are a number of Filipino dishes that I have absolutely fallen in love with during my time here. The dishes that have won my heart are not things you can find in Filipino restaurants abroad. You can’t even find them in restaurants in the Philippines! That’s because my favorite dishes are typical of the mountain people in northern Luzon. I have only ever seen this food being cooked in people’s houses. Another thing that will probably come as a shock to most Filipinos is that none of my favorite dishes have meat in them. Most Filipinos don’t eat vegetables at all, let alone vegetables without meat. So what is my favorite Filipino dish of all time? Ferns! Who knew they were edible, let alone delicious?! When cooked, they’re a little like spinach, but better tasting! Ate Jean cooks hers with tomato, vinegar, ginger and I think maybe garlic. She also makes them in the morning, so I love making a sandwich out of bread, a sunny-side up egg, and ferns. It has become my favorite breakfast food.

There was another fern dish I tried when I was visiting a community in the mountains in Rizal province.  I don’t know what it was called. The host kept apologizing for there being no meat, and I kept assuring him I was more than alright with not having to eat pork for every meal. This particular dish was a sort of fern-lentil stew. I was a huge fan.

My favorite snack foods here are green mango (people usually eat this with salt, I don’t) and boiled camote (a type of root plant a little bit like a yam and most commonly eaten by indigenous peoples). They may be merely unflavored vegetables, but their simplicity is a large part of their deliciousness. Ironically, these are things you eat when you don’t want to spend money on more expensive, highly processed snacks. Yet they’re better for you and, in my opinion, better tasting!

Because the Philippines is such an epicenter for globalization, and the country’s culture changes constantly, most things people tell you about Filipino culture you will see contradicted the very next day. One thing that does not change, however, is the fact that Filipinos have to eat rice with every meal, no matter what they are eating. I’ve been served rice with chili, oatmeal, spaghetti, and a long list of foods that one would never dream of needing to eat rice with. And wow, Filipinos eat a lot of rice! My Canadian friends keep asking, how is it that people can eat so much, so often and are not the size of houses?! We talked about this for a while, and eventually decided it had to do with biology. People whose ancestors came from northern climates have bodies that are evolved to deal with a long period of scarcity during winter. For this reason, they have “highly-efficient metabolisms.” This fact causes a lot of anguish with Western women, who sometimes wonder how they can eat so little and still gain weight. On the other hand, people who live in warm climates, where the land is fertile, are used to having food all year round. Their bodies naturally process food faster.

Unfortunately, the same cultural pattern that happened in Midwestern US in the 20th century is now happening here. If you come from a culture where food availability is inconsistent on a daily basis (thanks to market forces allocating food away from the poor) you feel compelled to eat as much as you can when food is available. Also, if you come from a farming culture (ahem, Midwest), the idea is that you need to eat as much as you can because you will burn all of those calories by the end of a hard day’s work on the farm. If you’re going to be burning thousands of calories a day, you don’t want to fill your stomach up with vegetables, either. Meat is fatty and caloric, and will keep you fuller longer and be harder for your body to burn.

Another note on rice: I’m discovering more and more how much food is an indicator of socio-economic status. When I was in Malaysia, I was surprised that we didn’t eat rice with most of our meals. Rice was sort of an optional thing. Malaysia, while a developing country, is a far more affluent country than the Philippines. Malaysia also has the highest obesity rate in southeast Asia.

Filipinos often ask me, “What is the staple of people in the US?” I tell them that there isn’t really anything that the typical American family eats at every meal. Once upon a time, bread, beans or potatoes were probably the staple of many, but nowadays no one really eats those at every meal, else they’ll gain a ton of weight. We have the resources that we don’t have to fill up on a staple. That’s why I always feel a little guilty when people ask me what my staple is. It has made me complain less about eating rice at every meal. Whenever I do, I feel a little bit like I’m showing solidarity, even if its through eating the same foods.