Monday, September 11, 2006

Sun tanned, wind blown


Having been to the Eastern most point of the Americas, I am now back in the Andes. Energized, rejuvenated and renewed in more ways than one I arrived here in Ilave last Sunday. My time, both in Bolivia and in Brazil, has revived me physically and spiritually.

Immense joy filled my heart on seeing my Bolivian family. Their hospitality and love in conjunction with their family like concern only made me feel at home. Needless to say, I love them just as much and highly value their friendship and presence in my life. My gratitude and love for all the Gamboas accompany this blog.

As promised in my last entry, I attach a couple of more pictures from my trip to Brazil. The first picture is evidence that Joao Pessoa, where I was, is indeed the Eastern most point of the Americas. One is closest to Africa in Joao Pessoa.

The second picture is with two of the Maryknoll sisters who work in Joao Pessoa. The only one missing is Efu and for that I extend my apologies to her. In any case, I assure you that vacations can´t get better than this

Thursday, August 17, 2006

With the Saints...


For some reason I could not upload two pictures in the last blog entry and so I had to split up the entries.

This is Xico´s second appearance on my blog and clearly he is happy about that. Again, Xico is a Maryknoll priest and a great missionar who works here in Brazil. His lifestyle exudes simplicity and dedication towards the poor. Besides the hospitality, my thanks to Xico for the new hairstyle that his haircut enabled me with.

The gentle lady between the two good looking men is Rocío, who is a voluntary worker from Spain. Rocío, who comes from Spain every summer to work here in João Pessoa, was an infinite source of inspiration to me during my time with Xico. The dedication, determination and energy she has for the poor and other underprivileged brothers and sisters is phenomenal. Not only is my mission vocation renewed by witnessing her work but I also feel very honored to have met this saint. Many thanks to Rocío for sharing her gifts with God´s people.

Last but not the least, let me introduce Alberto, who is brazilian priest and the pastor of Xico´s parish.

João Pessoa

Where can I start to speak of all the fun I´ve had during my brief sojourn in João Pessoa? Xico´s hospitality and that of all the members of the Brazil Mission Community has made my time here very memorable. The tropical air (and the much needed oxygen in it) has only added to the serene langour that I find myself in. With this blog entry, I wish to extend my heartfelt gratitude to all here in Brazil.

I only attach one picture at this moment but will certainly be back with more pictures and commentaries as soon as the opportunity presents itself in Bolivia.

I leave for Cochabamba tomorrow morning and will be there for about 10 days.

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

São Paulo

It was 10 minutes to seven when we left the house; treading toward the church where the youth mass was to begin. The distant heavy metal music seemed to dominate the usual Sunday evening chaos at Sao Paulo. Just another wild teenage party, I thought. The closer we got to the church, the louder did the music get, with the lead guitarist and drummer dominating the battle of the band. Perhaps, this is the choir from Satan’s church, I wondered, for who else would dare to disrupt the meditative silence prior to the Eucharist. We arrived at the church and the `profane´ instruments aroused in me the fake piety, which many times becomes the vanguard for religious men and women, protecting our souls from the truth.

With the sanctimonious pulse beating strong, I entered the church already filled with people. Clearly, the bosom of the Holy Mother Church was being rocked by the musicians alongside the sanctuary. The Youth Mass was indeed ready to being and soon enough it did.

Honestly, I have not witnessed another mass in my life where the youth have been so actively involved and participative in the liturgy. The passion with which the musicians played had clearly infected and stirred the souls of many. Worship, adoration and thanksgiving should only be done with such innocence and passion. My fake and sanctimonious sanctity, before long, had been transformed into joy that catapulted me to a realm inexplicable in words. Clearly, I too, had been infected!
Surely the volume of the music was loud enough to blast open any doors or barriers that lay between God and these folks. I was convinced that if God was listening to anyone this night, it was these kids.

My time with Dan Mclaughlin in Soa Paulo, generally speaking, was very pleasant. Besides the visits to the church, the city tour Dan gave me was very enjoyable. Brazil, clearly, has better and cleaner public transportation than the United States or any other country I know. More than anything else, the welcoming spirit of the Brazilians truly distinguishes them. In a fewer words, know that my time in Sao Paulo was fun.

It seems that Fortuna continues to spin my wheel upwards, as I am now heading to the tropics, namely to Joao Pessoa, which is the Eastern most point of Latin America. As a matter of fact, I am scribbling these words from the airport. So stay tuned for more!

Monday, July 31, 2006

Ice Age 3

My apologies for the extended hiatus in my blog entries. A bit of work coupled with a bit of lethargy and the cold weather has kept from writing. However, I am doing well (as well as one can do with the penetrating cold that permeates the air here).

Just a few days ago, I did my laundry at the Maryknoll house in Puno. Busy with running a few errands, I was not able to hang my clothes on the line till the evening. The next morning, much to my surprise, the clothes were frozen. My sweat-shirt was a like a thick sheet of metal (only cold) that could not be folded. My trousers and jeans could practically stand up on their own and I am pretty sure that my socks could be broken (not torn) in two. I was convinced at that moment that we were heading for another Ice Age.

The cold persists and will continue to add to the misery of the people here until September. To escape the cold during my vacation, I will be going to Brazil for a couple of weeks and then to Bolivia. I revel in my leisure as I fantasize my brief sojourn in a warmer climate. Without the tons of layers of clothing, I will know again how it feels to move with my own weight. In any case, I head out to Brazil on August 4th and will return to Peru in the first days of September. I will post pictures and other interesting experiences of my time in Brazil in the following entries.

Thursday, June 15, 2006

Stairway to Heaven

About a month ago, I made a visit to the most popular tourist site in Peru, namely Machu Picchu. The words of the famous poet Pablo Neruda do echo my sentiments: ¨Machu Picchu is a trip to the serenity of the soul, to eternal fusion with the cosmos, there we feel our own fragility. It is one of the greatest marvels of South America. A resting place of butterflies at the epicenter of the great circle of life. Another miracle."
MachuPicchu was discovered in 1911 by yale archeologist Hiram Bingham and is probably the most famous symbol of the Inca empire. It is one of the the most beautiful and enigmatic ancient sites in the world. Machu Picchu is a city located high in the Andean Moutains. Machu Picchu (which means ¨old peak" in the quechua language, also known as the ¨Lost city of the Incas¨) was revered as a sacred site for rituals and ceremonies for the incas. One of the Machu Picchu´s primary function was that of astronomical observatory. It was built between 1460 and 1470 AD by Pachacuti Inca Yupanqui, an Incan ruler. The city has an altitude of 8,000 feet. I just didn´t get to Machu Picchu but I climbed the big mountain in the picture which dominates the picture.

Most of the structures are built of granite blocks cut with bronze or stone tools, and smoothed with sand. The blocks fit together perfectly without mortar, although none of the blocks are the same size and have many faces; some have as many as 30 corners. The joints are so tight that even the thinnest of knife blades can't be forced between the stones. Another unique thing about Machu Picchu is the integration of the architecture into the landscape. Existing stone formations were used in the construction of structures, sculptures are carved into the rock, water flows through cisterns and stone channels, and temples hang on steep precipices.

Monday, June 12, 2006

Folsom Prison Blues

This photo was taken a month ago at a Maryknoll gathering in Lima. For those who don’t know, this is Frank Higdon, more popularly known as Pancho or Chico (Indeed very Trinitarian; same person but three names). It is thanks to Pancho, who is simply a great man, that my interest in Johnny Cash has been revived. He is cool, simple and kick ass. Pancho is a Maryknoll Missioner who works in Brazil, whom I hope to visit in near future.

Puppy Love

Just a quick note to introduce the newest member of our Pastoral team, namely Tobías. With a few months under his belt, Tobí is the youngest member of our team. Although Tobías lives with the sisters, it has fallen upon me to show him the ropes.The sisters bought Tobías about a month ago for about 8 soles (i.e. a little more than three dollars). With this one, I extend a heartfelt welcome to Tobí.

Monday, June 05, 2006

Musings of a musical soul

Plato, in his Timaeus, was among the first people to employ a musical paradigm to speak of cosmology. St. Augustine relies on music to speak of the rhythm of the Trinity and creation. Echoing the famous axiom from the Christian tradition, ¨Our hearts are restless unless they find rest in thee, ¨ the famous Persian mystic and poet, Jalal al-Din Rumi, compares human beings to a reed which has been separated from its reed bed. The continuous singing of the reed is its cry for unity, as it seeks to be reunited to the reed bed. Innumerable examples can be cited to demonstrate how mystics, theologians, philosophers, rely on the musical paradigm and music itself to analogously express a mystical union or the Mystery that imbues our being and creation.

How infinite harmonies can be contained in a finite instrument is also a mystery, similar to our finitude and the infinite Treasure we hold within. I have always believed in the popular saying that ¨God has given us music that we may pray without words.¨ The importance of this mystery of music, that ever so divinely textures the silence, for millions and millions of people across the globe cannot be overstated. For many like me, this gift of music can not only prod one deeper into the realm of contemplation, but also strike the innermost chords of our being. In Anam Cara, John O’ Donahue echoes Heidegger saying that, ¨True listening is worship.¨ Music can allow us to hone our listening, which would not only enable one to hear the myriad subtleties of a composition but can also help one to listen to the ¨sounds of silence¨.

Donahue also notes, ¨One of the greatest thresholds in reality is the threshold between sound and silence. All good sounds have silence near, behind, and within them. ¨ Furthermore he adds, ¨ Music is after all the most perfect sound to meet the silence.¨ The importance of silence as a significant and integral part of the musical rhythm, reminds us of the importance of silence in our lives. As the musical rest, silence is the much-needed space to discern the harmonies that permeate our lives. However, silence is not a stop sign, rather a movement. My retreat with the Trappist monks in South Carolina further convinces me of the importance of music and silence as meditative mediums. The silence is the room wherein the monk prays and contemplates. The magnum silencium is filled with the communal chanting in the early hours of the morning, where music gives expression to the silent murmurings of the soul. Therefore, it is not a surprise to note that where there is prayer, music is often present.

The universality of music, with all its diversity in our creation, echoes the melodies of the Divine Musician in whose image this creation came into being. From ecstatic paroxysms to the simple melodies of life, from the gentle whisperings of grace to the deafening emotions that take over our lives, and much more can only give us an insight into the symphonies of the Divine Composer. Aristotle believed that music imitates the passions or states of the soul and can affect human behavior. For Aristotle and Plato, the ideal citizen should be formed through education consisting of gymnastics to discipline the body and music to discipline the mind.

Discordant chords in any harmony lead us to meditate on the divine concerto of chaos and order: reminding us how this world is made out of chaos. Discordant notes underscore the harmonies, just as chaos underscores our lives. Perhaps, we ought not to engage in a futile search for order in our lives, rather join in the quest to recognize the importance and integrity of chaos in creation. For both chaos and order are divine creations. The search for the perfect harmony does not exclude chaos; rather it seeks to constructively integrate it.

Folk dances are an integral part of most cultures. My time in India, Bolivia and Peru has only solidified the belief that rhythm is simply a creative cultural expression of things that are deeply embedded in the psyche. The difference between the “classical music” of the east and west is an example. Although different in style, the rhythms and melodies emerge from the seven notes of the musical scale. The enriching diversity and cultural identity that is shaped by myriad combinations of these seven notes only reminds us that the face of the One God, who created all things and speaks the same Word to all, varies culturally.

St. Augustine in De Musica asserts that music is a discipline that is concerned with things in motion. He believed that music reflects a universal discipline because all things move and change. Realizing that the Trinity is also of such nature, he uses music as a backdrop to speak of the radical dynamism within the Trinity and creation. The relationship of the Father, the Son and the Spirit is always moving beyond a static place (i.e. ecstatic). Furthermore, music can help us to understand the importance and necessity of relationships. A chord by definition indicates one note in relationship to others. There would be no harmony if these notes cease to be in relationship with each other. Likewise, the Father, Son and the Spirit are in ever-evolving harmonic relationship with each other. The creation, too, in this sense would cease to be if it was not in a continuous relationship with God. Just like a chord progression, the dynamic relationship of love within the Trinity intensifies to the extent that it moves beyond the Personhood in God, creating and sustaining us with that love. As music would not exist (or be discovered) without a listener, likewise God would not be discovered without creation. Knowledge of speech, perception or anything for that matter only exists or is revealed when it is in relationship with another. Such relational existence begins and is epitomized in the Triune God.
It is impossible to overemphasize the importance of mission as a source of life and vitality for the church. Emile Bruner says, “The church exists by mission just as fire exists by burning.” Accentuating the missionary thrust, the Second Vatican Council speaks of Church as being “missionary by its very nature.” In this context too, music is insightful, as the musical sounds cannot be contained within the instrument: music, like the missionary, is compelled to move beyond self and into the world. In light of this missionary standpoint of the church, I would say that our mission is to become “instruments of peace” tuned to the Divine pitch, resolving discord and providing harmonies to the melody of the gospel.