15 August 2008

Transformed by Traveling


 

El Monumento al Jibaro Puertorriqueno pays homage to the Puerto Rican Jibaro- a humble, hardworking and wise man who lived in poverty with little or no formal education. Boriquas, Puerto Ricans, PortaRocks, PuertoRiquenos and NuyoRicans are deeply indebted to the  perseverance, resourcefulness and passion of our people from the hills. 


While driving South on Route 52, Lorena and I came across nuestros abuelos/our grandparents and knew we had to stop and pay our respects. We had just enjoyed a tasty meal at "Mojitos," a lechonera in Guavate, just prior to arriving at the monument. Our senses were heightened - the sights, sounds, scents and tastes of Puerto Rico were alive to us. They revealed that the moment we shared with El Jibaro and his family were timeless. In that instant we were our grandparents and their parents and all those who struggled to make sure that we could live the lives we lead today. While reflecting on el jibaro's family we began to discuss our forefathers/mothers and the many mountains they traversed as they eked out a living. Could they ever have imagined what would become of their lineage? Did they know that their blood, sweat and tears were not in vain? Whether they knew it or not, their humble beginnings gave birth to a rich inheritance. Today sons and daughters, grandchildren and great grandchildren are still moving forward and enjoying the rich inheritance they have been given. 


La herencia/the inheritance is something more than money and property. In our culture, in our reality, it is the pride and joy of knowing that all those who follow us will lead better lives than we did. The inheritance is knowing that we worked hard and stood tall so others can stand on our shoulders and begin their journey from higher heights. Nuestros abuelos lucharon y ganaron!! Lord help us to do the same...


LAC - Son


14 August 2008

In the beginning...


For quite some time I have wrestled with the idea of creating a blog. Honestly, creating the blog has been the least of my concerns; figuring out how to make the time required to maintain yet another space in this world has been the more difficult part. 
Ultimately, this image pushed me over the top. So many nameless, faceless cries go unheard. Men, women, children -many who are found not only in the two-thirds world, but also in our communities- are crying out for PEACE, JUSTICE and LOVE. I don't know what to do or how to respond.  So myspace in cyberspace will attempt to humbly listen a los gritos del margen/to the cries from the margin that resound in my silent reflection. The goal is to recognize and understand more clearly that the cries of our marginalized and oppressed brothers and sisters, both locally and abroad, are synonymous with my deepest longing for the Kingdom of God/Rule of God/Reign of God to break forth in my generation. 
Along the way, this blog will also highlight areas in the world and in my relationships where God's PEACE, JUSTICE and LOVE are breaking forth - where his Kingdom is being made manifest.

This endeavor is not a solo mission...
For years Dad and I have discussed the significance of the generations, toledot, in the Old Testament. We have realized that the generations need each other desperately. To this end, Padre and Son will attempt to reflect on life together. 

How this will happen is still to be determined, but we are off and running. Stay tuned and lend your voice to the discussion as the generations meet to consider los gritos del margen/the cries from the margin. 

LAC-SON