{"id":958,"date":"2012-12-27T09:16:12","date_gmt":"2012-12-27T16:16:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.arroya.org\/?p=958"},"modified":"2012-12-27T11:30:38","modified_gmt":"2012-12-27T18:30:38","slug":"bearing-gifts-we-traverse-afar","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.arroya.org\/?p=958","title":{"rendered":"BEARING GIFTS, WE TRAVERSE AFAR"},"content":{"rendered":"<style type=\"text\/css\"><!--\n@page { margin: 0.79in }\n\t\tP { margin-bottom: 0.08in }\n--><\/style>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\">On Christmas morning I put on my red Samaritan sweatshirt and headed toward the border, along with eight other Samaritans. We were a merry band of die-hard do-gooders on this sunny morn, and for once, the border crossing was empty of people and vehicles. Most Americans were at home enjoying the revelry of brightly wrapped presents, excited children and good times around the Christmas tree. A few Border Patrol agents were casually milling around the checkpoint, their weaponry reflected in the sun. We waved and shouted a greeting. <\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.arroya.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/12\/bearing-gifts.jpeg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-959\" alt=\"bearing gifts\" src=\"http:\/\/www.arroya.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/12\/bearing-gifts.jpeg\" width=\"327\" height=\"500\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.arroya.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/12\/bearing-gifts.jpeg 327w, http:\/\/www.arroya.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/12\/bearing-gifts-196x300.jpeg 196w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 327px) 100vw, 327px\" \/><\/a>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Chris with gifts for the<em> comedor<\/em><\/p>\n<style type=\"text\/css\"><!--\n@page { margin: 0.79in }\n\t\tP { margin-bottom: 0.08in }\n--><\/style>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\">Approaching the <em>comedor<\/em> was a different story. Over the course of the next hour we were busy serving 150 migrants a breakfast of <em>menudo<\/em> (a hearty traditional Mexican soup) and bread. Everyone got a plastic bag of lunch treats today&#8212;fruit, a sandwich, some candies. I helped serve the hungry migrants, washed a hundred glasses, then served more migrants, and washed the dishes again. It felt good to be doing something on this special morning. <\/span><\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_960\" style=\"width: 510px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.arroya.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/12\/helping-serve-breakfast-2.jpeg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-960\" class=\"size-full wp-image-960\" alt=\"Bette helps serve breakfast\" src=\"http:\/\/www.arroya.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/12\/helping-serve-breakfast-2.jpeg\" width=\"500\" height=\"375\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.arroya.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/12\/helping-serve-breakfast-2.jpeg 500w, http:\/\/www.arroya.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/12\/helping-serve-breakfast-2-300x225.jpeg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 500px) 100vw, 500px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-960\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Bette helps serve breakfast<\/p><\/div>\n<style type=\"text\/css\"><!--\n@page { margin: 0.79in }\n\t\tP { margin-bottom: 0.08in }\n--><\/style>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\">Shura, a Samaritan founder, was decked out in her bright red velvet Christmas lingerie, wearing this bit of nonsensical seasonal confection over her jeans and jacket. She looked liked a provocative Mrs. Santa Claus. Her husband, Rich, sported a Christmas elf hat that lit up and played a silly song. The migrants applauded our little show of jollity as we entered the shelter, and for a moment there was a festive rhythm to the busy morning. Fr. Sean gave a Christmas blessing, and the multitude was fed. <\/span><\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_961\" style=\"width: 368px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.arroya.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/12\/Shura-spreading-some-Christmas-cheer.jpeg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-961\" class=\"size-full wp-image-961\" alt=\"Mrs. Santa Claus\" src=\"http:\/\/www.arroya.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/12\/Shura-spreading-some-Christmas-cheer.jpeg\" width=\"358\" height=\"500\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.arroya.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/12\/Shura-spreading-some-Christmas-cheer.jpeg 358w, http:\/\/www.arroya.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/12\/Shura-spreading-some-Christmas-cheer-214x300.jpeg 214w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 358px) 100vw, 358px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-961\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Mrs. Santa Claus<\/p><\/div>\n<style type=\"text\/css\"><!--\n@page { margin: 0.79in }\n\t\tP { margin-bottom: 0.08in }\n--><\/style>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\">The cr\u00e8che in the corner was aglow with tiny lights, and all the characters were in place in the traditional stable&#8212;Mary, Joseph, the manger, the angels and all the animals. But there was no baby Jesus just yet. The manger was empty, save for the resident cat who was curled up next to a cow and a camel. The cat knew the warmest place in the<em> comedor<\/em>, and he slept soundly under the Christmas lights on his bed of wood shavings with his head on the manger. <\/span><\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_962\" style=\"width: 510px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.arroya.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/12\/room-for-everyone-at-the-manger.jpeg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-962\" class=\"size-full wp-image-962\" alt=\"Room for everyone at the manger\" src=\"http:\/\/www.arroya.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/12\/room-for-everyone-at-the-manger.jpeg\" width=\"500\" height=\"375\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.arroya.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/12\/room-for-everyone-at-the-manger.jpeg 500w, http:\/\/www.arroya.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/12\/room-for-everyone-at-the-manger-300x225.jpeg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 500px) 100vw, 500px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-962\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Room for everyone at the manger<\/p><\/div>\n<style type=\"text\/css\"><!--\n@page { margin: 0.79in }\n\t\tP { margin-bottom: 0.08in }\n--><\/style>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\">As breakfast ended a migrant approached me with his empty soup bowl, not sure where to line up with his dirty dishes. His face was heavily lined with dust and fatigue, and his eyes glittered with a wetness&#8212;from the cold, from pain, from tears? I didn&#8217;t know what was happening with this gentleman.<\/span><\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_963\" style=\"width: 510px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.arroya.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/12\/a-migrant-Santas-elf-and-the-shoes.jpeg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-963\" class=\"size-full wp-image-963\" alt=\"A migrant, Santa's elf, and the shoes\" src=\"http:\/\/www.arroya.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/12\/a-migrant-Santas-elf-and-the-shoes.jpeg\" width=\"500\" height=\"464\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.arroya.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/12\/a-migrant-Santas-elf-and-the-shoes.jpeg 500w, http:\/\/www.arroya.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/12\/a-migrant-Santas-elf-and-the-shoes-300x278.jpeg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 500px) 100vw, 500px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-963\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">A migrant, Santa&#8217;s elf, and the shoes<\/p><\/div>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\"> He wore a dirty khaki jacket, his shoes were worn through at the soles, and his jeans were ripped. Looking at me through his teary eyes, I could see my red sweatshirt reflected in his gaze. His eyes looked red; then they looked like all the reflected colors of the Christmas lights on the manger scene. I couldn&#8217;t see his irises, but only the lights of the room reflected through his tears. His eyes were barely open as they locked onto mine, and we both looked at each other awkwardly.\u00a0 I thought he was going to cry.<br \/>\n<\/span><\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_964\" style=\"width: 510px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.arroya.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/12\/a-Christmas-moment.jpeg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-964\" class=\"size-full wp-image-964\" alt=\"A Christmas moment\" src=\"http:\/\/www.arroya.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/12\/a-Christmas-moment.jpeg\" width=\"500\" height=\"463\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.arroya.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/12\/a-Christmas-moment.jpeg 500w, http:\/\/www.arroya.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/12\/a-Christmas-moment-300x277.jpeg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 500px) 100vw, 500px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-964\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">A Christmas moment<\/p><\/div>\n<style type=\"text\/css\"><!--\n@page { margin: 0.79in }\n\t\tP { margin-bottom: 0.08in }\n--><\/style>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\">I asked him where his home was. <\/span><\/p>\n<p>&#8220;<span style=\"font-size: large;\">San Luis Potosi,\u201d was his reply, a city in the central part of Mexico. He was more than a thousand miles from home.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\">He went on to explain that he had walked in the desert in the U.S. for nine days. He had slept in the Nogales cemetery on Christmas Eve, and was still very cold after a night of freezing temperatures. I asked if he was hurt. He didn&#8217;t answer. When I asked if he was OK, he stared at the floor and just shook his head back and forth. We stood there for what seemed like an eternity, and I had a thousand questions I wanted to ask him, but my inadequate Spanish couldn&#8217;t come up with the words. He looked so beaten and despairing, I was immobilized. In fact there were no words in either English or Spanish that wouldn&#8217;t seem cheap and superficial. So there we stood, our masks removed, truthfully and transparently trying to make a human connection. I couldn&#8217;t get past his eyes; they were full of tears, and yet they would not spill over down his worn, weary face.<\/span><\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_965\" style=\"width: 335px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.arroya.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/12\/a-moment-of-warmth.jpeg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-965\" class=\"size-full wp-image-965\" alt=\"A moment of warmth\" src=\"http:\/\/www.arroya.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/12\/a-moment-of-warmth.jpeg\" width=\"325\" height=\"500\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.arroya.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/12\/a-moment-of-warmth.jpeg 325w, http:\/\/www.arroya.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/12\/a-moment-of-warmth-195x300.jpeg 195w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 325px) 100vw, 325px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-965\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">A moment of warmth<\/p><\/div>\n<style type=\"text\/css\"><!--\n@page { margin: 0.79in }\n\t\tP { margin-bottom: 0.08in }\n--><\/style>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\">And I wondered on this Christmas morning how we can celebrate the birth of Jesus, when God doesn&#8217;t help this man through perhaps the lowest point in his life. Where was the love? Where was the mercy? Why wasn&#8217;t God more of a lifeline for this wonderful person in front of me who kept staring at me?\u00a0 His world was chaos, and I was having trouble entering his world and being with him. I realized that no matter what I said to this man, it would fall short. The room was probably full of 100 more stories as sorrowful and dramatic as this man&#8217;s narrative. It was overwhelming, and I wondered what I was doing here on this traditional morning of Christmas joy. <\/span><\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_966\" style=\"width: 510px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.arroya.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/12\/we-are-all-migrants.jpeg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-966\" class=\"size-full wp-image-966\" alt=\"We are all migrants (sign on refrigerator)\" src=\"http:\/\/www.arroya.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/12\/we-are-all-migrants.jpeg\" width=\"500\" height=\"359\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.arroya.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/12\/we-are-all-migrants.jpeg 500w, http:\/\/www.arroya.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/12\/we-are-all-migrants-300x215.jpeg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 500px) 100vw, 500px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-966\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">We are all migrants (sign on refrigerator)<\/p><\/div>\n<style type=\"text\/css\"><!--\n@page { margin: 0.79in }\n\t\tP { margin-bottom: 0.08in }\n--><\/style>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\">So, not knowing what to do, I took his empty soup bowl. It was a gesture of busy-ness, of trying to fill the self-conscious moment. He put his hand on my shoulder and quietly said, \u201c<em>Gracias<\/em>.\u201d I told him to be careful. I said I would say a prayer for his safety. I wished him \u201c<em>Feliz Navidad.<\/em>\u201d And he disappeared out the door. I wondered if I really knew how to pray for anything, much less the well-being of this lost soul.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\">After serving breakfast and distributing the clothes to the traveling pilgrims, one of the sisters asked our group of Samaritans if we would like to stay and witness the placing of the baby Jesus in the manger. The manger had been empty for weeks, and now it was Christmas Day and time for Jesus to sleep in his manger of straw. <\/span><\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_967\" style=\"width: 510px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.arroya.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/12\/rocking-Baby-Jesus.jpeg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-967\" class=\"size-full wp-image-967\" alt=\"Rocking baby Jesus\" src=\"http:\/\/www.arroya.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/12\/rocking-Baby-Jesus.jpeg\" width=\"500\" height=\"375\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.arroya.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/12\/rocking-Baby-Jesus.jpeg 500w, http:\/\/www.arroya.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/12\/rocking-Baby-Jesus-300x225.jpeg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 500px) 100vw, 500px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-967\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Rocking baby Jesus<\/p><\/div>\n<style type=\"text\/css\"><!--\n@page { margin: 0.79in }\n\t\tP { margin-bottom: 0.08in }\n--><\/style>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\">And so we did. A lovely pageant of Christmas unfolded before our group. We watched two young women place the little statue of the infant Jesus in a small dish towel and swing the baby like a hammock, to and fro, while a group of migrants, sisters and kitchen helpers sang a song about the Christmas story. (a very long song) Then the baby Jesus was placed on a kitchen tray filled with candy and was slowly passed around the group. We were told that this was a time to ask Jesus for our own personal Christmas miracle, and take a piece of candy, a gift of His love. Each person was invited to kiss the infant statue and whisper a Christmas wish as the tray was passed around the circle. <\/span><\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_968\" style=\"width: 510px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.arroya.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/12\/cradled-in-sweets.jpeg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-968\" class=\"size-full wp-image-968\" alt=\"Cradled in sweets\" src=\"http:\/\/www.arroya.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/12\/cradled-in-sweets.jpeg\" width=\"500\" height=\"451\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.arroya.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/12\/cradled-in-sweets.jpeg 500w, http:\/\/www.arroya.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/12\/cradled-in-sweets-300x270.jpeg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 500px) 100vw, 500px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-968\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Cradled in sweets<\/p><\/div>\n<style type=\"text\/css\"><!--\n@page { margin: 0.79in }\n\t\tP { margin-bottom: 0.08in }\n--><\/style>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\">Our group of Samaritans&#8212;this motley crew of Christians, Jews, Buddhists, agnostics, atheists, and all the in-betweens&#8212;all stood there nervously and watched as the ritual evolved. It was a sweet moment of vulnerability for all of us, as we entered the tableau and each planted a kiss on the little Jesus statue. We bent down to whisper whatever we wished&#8211;our prayer for ourselves, our family, a sick friend, or the world of pain we had just witnessed with the traumatized migrants. The question of whether we believed the story of Christmas didn&#8217;t matter. It was a powerful moment for each of us.<\/span><\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_969\" style=\"width: 510px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.arroya.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/12\/The-meek-and-the-mild.jpeg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-969\" class=\"size-full wp-image-969\" alt=\"The meek and the mild\" src=\"http:\/\/www.arroya.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/12\/The-meek-and-the-mild.jpeg\" width=\"500\" height=\"375\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.arroya.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/12\/The-meek-and-the-mild.jpeg 500w, http:\/\/www.arroya.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/12\/The-meek-and-the-mild-300x225.jpeg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 500px) 100vw, 500px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-969\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">The meek and the mild<\/p><\/div>\n<style type=\"text\/css\"><!--\n@page { margin: 0.79in }\n\t\tP { margin-bottom: 0.08in }\n--><\/style>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\">It struck me at that moment, as I kissed the baby Jesus&#8217; forehead, how vulnerable a newborn baby is, and how vulnerable I was in the presence of the suffering and despair of the migrants. I thought about my own children when they were babies&#8212;their illnesses, their traumas, their defenseless nakedness. My emotions were right on the surface. Perhaps His message isn&#8217;t experienced in our strongest moments, but in our honest weakness. I have never found it easy to be with people who are suffering. I do not want to enter the chaos and feel helpless.\u00a0 And yet today I simply stood with a man who had been living an horrific drama, and I forgot about myself and my own discomfort, and just stood with him, connecting as best I could. Being in his presence was a profound gift to me in ways I haven&#8217;t quite figured out. He touched my life, and perhaps I touched his.<\/span><\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_970\" style=\"width: 510px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.arroya.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/12\/peg-and-hat-lady.jpeg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-970\" class=\"size-full wp-image-970\" alt=\"Peg and the newspaper lady\" src=\"http:\/\/www.arroya.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/12\/peg-and-hat-lady.jpeg\" width=\"500\" height=\"420\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.arroya.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/12\/peg-and-hat-lady.jpeg 500w, http:\/\/www.arroya.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/12\/peg-and-hat-lady-300x252.jpeg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 500px) 100vw, 500px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-970\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Peg and the newspaper lady<\/p><\/div>\n<style type=\"text\/css\"><!--\n@page { margin: 0.79in }\n\t\tP { margin-bottom: 0.08in }\n--><\/style>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\">Our group was oddly quiet walking back to our waiting cars in the U.S. I believe that God was with us today in the unpretentious, simple surroundings of the<em> comedor.<\/em> I smile when I picture each individual bending over the little statue of Jesus on the bed of candy, and whispering hopes for the future. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\">And that was the best Christmas gift of all.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>(Photo of &#8220;Peg and the newspaper lady&#8221; by David Zweig, a fellow Samaritan.)<\/p>\n<p>Peg Bowden can be reached at <strong>pegbowden1942@gmail.com<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>The <strong>Green Valley Samaritans<\/strong> are volunteers whose mission is to save lives in the southern Arizona desert.\u00a0 To find out more about the Green Valley Samaritans, check their website:\u00a0 <strong>www.gvsamaritans.org<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>The<strong> Kino Border Initiative<\/strong> (KBI) is a bi-national organization that works in the area of migration, and is located in both Nogales, Arizona and Nogales, Sonora, Mexico.\u00a0 The KBI\u2019s vision is to help make humane, just, workable migration between the U.S. and Mexico a reality.\u00a0 Their website is:\u00a0 <strong>www.kinoborderinitiative.org<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>The<strong> Santa Cruz Community Foundation<\/strong>, a non-profit organization supporting economic development and cross-border issues, can be accessed by emailing the Director, Bob Phillips, at:\u00a0<strong> rtp9@earthlink.net<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>I\u00a0 endorse the activities of these organizations.\u00a0 Financial contributions to these groups are especially welcome to help support the work in the borderlands.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>On Christmas morning I put on my red Samaritan sweatshirt and headed toward the border, along with eight other Samaritans. 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