Sunday, March 16, 2014; 12:54pm
I’m
struggling with how to begin summarizing this trip into a couple paragraphs,
but I think it only makes sense because most things that we experienced this
week could only be felt. Words cannot even do the stories we heard, service we
participated in, and people we met justice. To encompass everything I
personally felt and was a part of would require a novel, so I hope to reiterate
the lessons and message I received from this experience to the best of my
ability.
If I had to
title the story of the prison justice scene in Texas that was played out for me
this week I’d call it Breaking Down the
Walls. The stories we heard had commonalities through cycles of brokenness,
pain, mistakes, loss, regrets, abandonment, rejection, but there was still
light from a combination of joy, forgiveness, reconciliation, redemption, and
most importantly: hope. One of the speakers we heard, Jim Brazzil, was a Chaplain
for the prison executions in a few different states. Throughout his career, he
had witnessed and did his best to comfort 155 people as their lives ended on
death row. He compared the way we do things as a society to putting up walls.
We separate good and bad, prisoners and free men, us and them. With that, we
allow ourselves to only recognize what we see in front of us, and what we see
is what (and who) is on our side of the wall- all others are forgotten. As an
execution chaplain, Jim’s job was to see all sides to the story and bring
others together to potentially form an understanding of “the other side” and
open eyes to the fact that we’re still dealing with real people here. Far too
often when we are allowed to forget about the other side, we view our side as
the only side. This rings true not only in the criminal justice system, but
also in everyday life for you and me. And it starts small with lowering
expectations for kids graduating high school, women and the wage gap, people
struggling with mental illnesses who only see suicide as a way out, racial
minorities in predominantly white or “higher status” professions, and so many
more social justice issues. We have been raised and conditioned into “our place
in society” and typically know that as the only way- never believing that we
could join people on the other side of our wall. Naturally, I cannot speak for
each and every individual, but I do know that there is hope beyond what we have
been told. There are bigger and better things out there for us. We are both the
victims and the heroes of our own and our neighbors’ realities. Unless we can
see past the one-sided picture painted for us, we will not be able to build up
a world and foster a global community that values every human being created in
it.
This Texas
ASB trip for me was the first of many to come, as I know that I will be
applying to participate in future trips. I met an incredible group of students
who break for the broken, have a thirst for knowledge, a hunger for adventure,
and a passion for people like I’ve never seen before. And this is what I truly
feel we are here for.
It’s about
those taken-for-granted moments getting to know the little things about each
other like Molly’s obsession with purple or how much Lydia loves Jesus, sitting
around until midnight answering conversation cards laughing at Kate Wehby tell
us all how she’d love to join a family of whales or how Chris imagines heaven
would be a pretty chill place, rolling our eyes at Abby’s #hashtagTrinity
moments, spiritually connecting over the painfully difficult desire to throw
our toilet paper in the toilet when we know we can’t due to the church’s
plumbing issues, listening to Johannah talk about her 5 year old daughter Jolie
and how she wants to take her fishing when Johannah gets out of recovery,
begging Jim to play guitar for us and turning it into a concert entitled “Jim
Jams”, or sitting in a circle with our eyes closed feeling taps, pokes, and
sometimes unnecessarily extensive massages from people giving us silent
affirmations for influencing them, being a leader, making them laugh, or giving
others hope. Texas ASB was an experience, to say the least. I could go on
forever, but you guys get the point. I think we accomplished what we came to
accomplish this time, but there is a world of service yet to be tackled. I have
faith in everyone I met to be those hands and feet of love, to touch those
who’ve never been hugged, to plant seeds of hope, and shine light in places of
darkness. This is the bittersweet end of our weeklong adventure in Huntsville,
Texas, but for most of us… this is only just the beginning of a life dedicated
to changing things.
#ISUAB_MTO
“We are only asked to love, to offer hope to
the many hopeless. We don’t get to choose all the endings, but we are asked to
play the rescuers. We won’t solve all mysteries and our hearts will certainly
break in such a vulnerable life, but it is the best way. We were made to be lovers
bold in broken places, pouring ourselves out again and again until we are
called home.”