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a greater commission

I have increasingly found myself straddling the tension between fundamental-evangelicalism and liberal protestantism.

This tension is so painful to be in quite often because both sides have so much beauty to offer one another! But, instead of recognizing and celebrating the diversity of God reflected from both, each side tries to demean the other and convince them that they are right, that the other is wrong.

Stalemate.

Liberals: You hurt less people, but you get less good done because you argue about the complexity.

Conservatives: You do a lot of good works, but you hurt people more because you fail to see the complexity.

You are both beautiful. You are both brutal.

Sweeping generalities aside, I don’t want to undermine the tension at stake here. At the heart of it is differences between how the Bible is read, interpreted and treated within their respective communities.

This is a big deal. Hugely formative in every aspect of a believer’s life.

But, I can’t help but see all the work awaiting the hands of Jesus’ followers and wonder if those healing hands are being busied with arguments of theology at the expense of the mercy, justice and compassion.

Is it possible to trust that God is leading each party to the conclusion they are calledto conclude? Is it possible to see that through Paul’s vision of parts of the body? Is it possible to work together, in spite of these deeply theological differences? Can we admit that neither party has a greater or better idea of God’s opinions than the other? Can we admit that faith is belief in what is unseen and that God is beyond our best guesses, even when we are reading the bible?

If we can’t agree to work together and to trust, in spite of deeply, deeply divisive theologies, than we are undermining the witness of the Holy Spirit to this world.

If we can, it will be the most powerful work of God this world can witness.

What will we choose?

Feast analogy continued

When I first started graduate school at Loyola, I used the analogy of a feast I want to, but can’t possibly consume.

I’d like to continue that metaphor in relation to studying at the University of Chicago. The feast is still central in the analogy, but at UofC, I must consume it all, provide an insightful analysis of how each taste blends well with each dish within a course and then create another menu for a different feast that features shades of the first feast, but created with an entirely different ingredient, spice and particular plating. Within 24 hours. In Greek. Yesterday.

:)

Home: Shower doors and south side living.

I never thought I would return to church work after being a youth pastor. Not that my experience was bad (not at all, Third Church was an incredibly nurturing and grace-filled community that I am indebted to), but I just yearned for something more.

However, now that I am in a context (a faith/prep-for-church-work context) I feel, in surprising ways, that I have come home.

This morning, the Divinity School Dean, Margaret Mitchell, gave compelling and dynamic opening remarks that informed us that nothing was unassailable and that we were encouraged to question, question, question and engage with brutal honesty. There were tears in my eyes as I felt permission and welcome wash over me. And this was not permission which associated rigorous inquiry with walking away from God; it was permission and encouragement that asking these questions is vital to our life with God and to how God is discussed and experienced in the public sphere.

In addition to many other wonderful comments, the Dean encouraged us in, “…the terrifying pursuit of the next, original idea.” She asked these questions: How do we engage in the complexity? How do we dialogue with the “public” about religion and demonstrate that it is a legitimate voice to listen to? How do we remain curious, creative, and unwilling to sacrifice academic rigor, but engage those outside the formal study of religion?

Her opening remarks left me full of items to process! I wanted to go away and absorb what she had said, but there were other meetings to attend, people to meet and free lunches to be consumed.

Our time with other students of religion was followed by meeting our Master of Divinity cohort. In UofC’s program, they encourage study with cohorts and the MDiv cohort is typically 15-20 students that will study together over the three years of their program.  Our cohort is the most diverse cohort in the existence of the program. We have two Muslims, one individual from Korea, one from a historically black college, several from the LGBTQ community, one employed by the Tribune Company and several others. I get shivers of excitement when I think of all I will get to learn from each of our diverse and rich views and life experiences.

I also have a new living situation where I am sharing space (a quote from some friends who graciously helped me move in: “You live in a castle!”) with 22 other individuals from different programs at UChicago and other seminaries in the neighborhood. Since I moved in, I have been so thankful to live with these other scholars as it has facilitated immediate connection and opportunity for conversation (from mundane to profound to ridiculous).

At the same time, I am aware that my introvert-self is tired and I am trying to find ways to effectively care for her! It is difficult when there are so many interesting people to engage with.

Highlights of living at DDH:

- Many, many people from Korea. Why so many Koreans? No idea. But very fun since that’s who I’ve been working with this summer.

- Freezing lots of food for the quarter to come.

- Shared bathrooms with mildly see-through doors. I did not realize how see-through they were until the other day. It reminds me of my volleyball days at Central. I suppose this is more of an odd highlight than a “Oh, fantastic!”-highlight.

- A room with two substantial closets.

- Free laundry :).

- Kindly being offered grapes within the first two minutes of meeting my first housemate.

- Many more.

I feel at home here… and “at home” in the sense of returning to a place I belong and that I’ve been away from for a long time. My director (who I’ve known for a few months) and my adviser (who I just met today and shared some of my questions with) both affirmed this as a place where I belong, can contribute to and is perfect for the questions I am asking. In addition to their comments, I have felt these things confirmed in a multitude of intuitive ways.

To close: School starts this upcoming Monday and I am intensely looking forward to the rich days that will follow.

Nana’s apple pie with bacon (Yes, bacon!!), bleu cheese gelato and September 1st marked the beginning of a new stage. As I shared it with a future MDiv classmate, we reflected on our expectations of the program and a new version of life; we mused about our hesitations regarding the unknown and  we concluded that we are, simply, ready to begin.
Two weeks, two very fast weeks left before I uproot from Chicago’s north side, move down to Hyde Park and begin my attempts to “master the Divine” ;).

Nana’s apple pie with bacon (Yes, bacon!!), bleu cheese gelato and September 1st marked the beginning of a new stage. As I shared it with a future MDiv classmate, we reflected on our expectations of the program and a new version of life; we mused about our hesitations regarding the unknown and  we concluded that we are, simply, ready to begin.

Two weeks, two very fast weeks left before I uproot from Chicago’s north side, move down to Hyde Park and begin my attempts to “master the Divine” ;).

I began working with a new interface at Rosetta Stone called Studio. Instead of working with one learner at a time, I conduct a 50-minute coaching session which helps learners practice vocabulary and conversation with other learners and myself.
At 6AM today, I worked with someone from Japan, Russia and Mexico.
Four nations together in one session.
In spite of my qualms and hesitations of being a part of something that encourages the spread of the English language (and culture?) across the globe*, I really, really, really loved to be internationally connected** while sitting in my living room***.
Indeed, it is a small world, after all****.
…
*Which does not encourage English speakers to learn other languages/cultures, can reinforce America-centricism (what’s the actual word?) and raises questions about colonization through language.
**It also helps when they are highly motivated and entertained by my coaching antics.
***Huge thanks to my lovey roommates who accommodate this.
****I think the use of four asterisks is slightly excessive, but, “Disneyland Boys Choir”??

I began working with a new interface at Rosetta Stone called Studio. Instead of working with one learner at a time, I conduct a 50-minute coaching session which helps learners practice vocabulary and conversation with other learners and myself.

At 6AM today, I worked with someone from Japan, Russia and Mexico.

Four nations together in one session.

In spite of my qualms and hesitations of being a part of something that encourages the spread of the English language (and culture?) across the globe*, I really, really, really loved to be internationally connected** while sitting in my living room***.

Indeed, it is a small world, after all****.

*Which does not encourage English speakers to learn other languages/cultures, can reinforce America-centricism (what’s the actual word?) and raises questions about colonization through language.

**It also helps when they are highly motivated and entertained by my coaching antics.

***Huge thanks to my lovey roommates who accommodate this.

****I think the use of four asterisks is slightly excessive, but, “Disneyland Boys Choir”??

My beef with the International Justice Mission.

The International Justice Mission.

I have been inspired by their mission but I increasingly am disturbed by individuals who post various links, host fund-raisers and altogether be gung-ho about what this organization is doing.

Don’t get me wrong, they are doing a lot of wonderful things! I just think that if you are in America and you are passionate about IJM and the issue of human trafficking, you need to supplement your efforts with ones regarding the issue of immigration.

The path that took me from Iowa to Chicago was guided by figuring out how to best work with individuals who are involved in human trafficking*. That plumb line eventually revealed this: if I want to effectively deal with eliminating human trafficking in the US (and abroad), I need to get involved in immigration issues and I need to realize that it is not. very. simple.

I acknowledge that it is my personal preference to be involved in activities within my own culture** and generally, tend to prefer a focus of my present context with a lens of globalization and understanding that work in my backyard has an increasingly worldwide impact.

With that being said, reason number one why those who are interested in human trafficking need to also be interested in the issue of US immigration:

+ Apart from the domestic trafficking that occurs (i.e. United States citizens being “trafficked” into slavery), the majority of individuals trafficked into and within the United States are individuals with citizenship elsewhere (i.e. immigrants) (TIP Report).

Redundant reason number two:

+ There is a lot of hype around sex trafficking. It is horrible, it needs to be stopped. However, the majority of human trafficking in the United States actually happens in the service/labor division. Think: domestic service, agriculture, manufacturing, janitorial services, hotel services, hospitality industries, construction, health and elder care. And most (not all) of the people in these industries are individuals with citizenship elsewhere (i.e. immigrants) (TIP Report).

Reason number three: Anecdote

For more information on some specific cases, check out this fantastic organization. Or, think of this example: Loyola University Chicago’s food service workers have recently unionized. For a long time, there was a contingent of Chinese workers who had recently moved to Chicago (i.e. immigrants) to work and who were refusing to unionize. After they did, it was discovered that they were being paid substantially less than other workers and were told that if they unionized, they would be fired. Trafficking, or something close to it, is right on our front doors.

Thus, if you are passionate about “alleviating human trafficking” (which, what exactly does “to alleviate” mean, here?) in the United States, it is important to also be involved in immigration issues because it the lack of immigration reform means that these individuals are more vulnerable to being trafficked in the US.

I think the crux of my frustration is that people host passionately-optimistic (and absolutely well-intended) IJM awareness campaigns and fund-raisers because it is common to think, “This is all we can do.” However, once you see that immigration and human trafficking are inextricably combined, you will see that there is a TON of work that you can do! For example:

+ Does your state have any legislation about human trafficking? Who is receiving the funding to implement these measures in your state and what are they doing? Is there even funding allocated? Do this research, see how it is connected with immigration law and visit the organizations that are supposed to be implementing the law - are they? What are you going to do to encourage them to do so?

+ Where are you purchasing your goods from? How do they rank on the Better World Shopper? Have you researched the treatment of their workers (from their manufacturers to customer service representatives)? Or even, what meat-packing plant in Iowa packed your meat? Go visit. Ask to talk to the newest hire on the ground. This is tough as it will take a drastic lifestyle change, but it is possible! It just means we give up a measure of convenience.

+ Who are the service workers in the businesses you frequent? How are they being treated? Do they know what rights they have and are they receiving them? What type of relationships have you built with the chef of the restaurant you frequent, the hotel staff at the place you stay, the construction workers that are putting a new roof on your neighbor’s home? Or, who is your neighbor? Another middle-class white person or an immigrant with a story? How can you use your privilege and power to redistribute it and protect those who are vulnerable to trafficking right next door?

I’m not saying stop supporting IJM, but what I am saying is that efforts done in the name of human trafficking need to be supplemented by immigration activism such as:

+ thoughtful consumerism

+ awareness of those who serve you and whether or not their rights are being upheld and their vulnerabilities protected

+ conscientiousness of where you choose to live and who you choose to spend time with

+ the expenditure of time and energy towards creating change within a massively broken system of government.

As you do this, working on behalf of immigrants/migrants, you will find that you are also working towards a less enslaved world.

*I intentionally don’t say victims and I also don’t only include the survivors when discussing the issue of “alleviating human trafficking.” The stories are varied, but there can be a cyclical effect as survivors become perpetrators. Also, I don’t like the unexpressed assumption that only survivors are in need of help and that perpetrators only need to pay fines and spend time in a correctional facility.

**As I think there is some neocolonialism that exists when ex-pats go to other countries and try to “get things done” the white, American way (yes, the practice of “justice” has cultural nuances and no, not all ex-patriots do this; there are some wonderfully thoughtful people and organizations out there - you rock!). I would not accuse IJM of being totally neocolonial, though, as they do a decent job recruiting, training and empowering individuals from the countries that they serve to work within those countries.

On Sunday, I visited the Chicago Community Mennonite Church and met a future Divinity school classmate who offered many wonderful recommendations for how to prepare for the fall. She also connected me with a woman who happened to live down the street and was willing to loan me a “philosophy primer” for my perusal.
After biking there to receive the book loan, Nancy and I had wonderful conversation about psychoanalytic theory and therapeutic services at the university she works for. AND as she was showing me her garden, she insisted that I cut some fresh lettuce greens and take home as much as I want!
Interdependence. Philosophy and gardening. Now what to do with all these “old men” and lettuce leaves… perhaps I’ll dig a recipe out of a cave.

On Sunday, I visited the Chicago Community Mennonite Church and met a future Divinity school classmate who offered many wonderful recommendations for how to prepare for the fall. She also connected me with a woman who happened to live down the street and was willing to loan me a “philosophy primer” for my perusal.

After biking there to receive the book loan, Nancy and I had wonderful conversation about psychoanalytic theory and therapeutic services at the university she works for. AND as she was showing me her garden, she insisted that I cut some fresh lettuce greens and take home as much as I want!

Interdependence. Philosophy and gardening. Now what to do with all these “old men” and lettuce leaves… perhaps I’ll dig a recipe out of a cave.

After teaching 51 hours of English conversation, a weekend respite was deliciously welcome. Beginning at Millennium Park, Dena and I enjoyed the beauty of Pritzker Pavilion as the Grant Park Orchestra & Choir performed the works of Bernstein, Bach and Fauré. We learned of countertenors and enjoyed the cooling of a muggy day with Chilean wine.

Sunday was marked by a Romanian experience at the Transylvania bakery called Chimney Cake Island. Their chimney cakes were delicious pieces of dough wrapped around wooden molds, baked and then rolled in all kinds of deliciousness. Mine was coated with Nutella and rolled in walnuts (to. die. for.) and Becky’s was filled with whipped cream, nestled atop scoops of vanilla, pineapple and strawberry ice cream. Yum!

watching the storm unfold.

“Hello! Welcome to Reflex. My name is Leah. What is your name?”

These are words I have found myself repeating every 5-10 minutes at absurdly early hours (beginning at 2:00am today and 4:00am the rest of the week). The reason for this early rising repetition is my new job with the language learning company, Rosetta Stone, as an English Studio Coach.

Why so early? 

Well, currently I am working with language learners in South Korea, so 2AM CDT is 4PM their time, so the early morning shifts connect me with learners right after their school or work day. Sometimes I do work in the afternoon, but it’s pretty slow since not many want to learn English at 3AM.

What do I do?

When working with this particular language learning interface (Reflex), the learner memorizes a conversation path and then, they get online with a native speaker, a coach (that’s me!) and practice those conversations in real-time.

Why do I love it?

Well, today, I got to meet someone’s pet poodle. The other day, I worked with a seven-year-old who was able to converse perfectly while her younger brother tried to put her into a headlock. 

I also get to have this fabulous, circa-1992, pastel cloud background to hide the fact I’m working at home.

It’s all conducted online: my training, my supervision meeting was via Skype, and all of my coaching sessions occur via video chat within the Reflex interface. That means, I can wear a decent top, wear shorts (or I could just have on underwear and no one would know!), I technically wouldn’t need to shower, brush my teeth and no one would smell me or think anything of it as long as I appear appropriate from the waist up.

Also, more seriously, it feels a bit divinely granted. In May, when I was feeling the urgency of a low bank account, a strange amount of time to work and a newly given Master’s, I remember a time of prayer where I was very clear: “Lord, I need a job. One that pays well per hour, is flexible, that I can do during school and is a low amount of hours.” The very next day, this job appeared on Loyola’s job board and a month later, when I almost returned home to work in the fields with Monsanto, I heard back from RS and was able to stay in Chicago for July/August! Also, as I was facing a reality of, “I think I can pay August rent, but I’m not sure about what else,” there was a surge of available hours for the next few weeks (instead of working 10 a week, I’m working 38 for the next few weeks!).

Provision.

Bonus? I get to learn Spanish using their software for free. Since I want to work with migrants in some capacity, this was becoming necessary. What a beautiful, generous surprise gift.

a greater commission

I have increasingly found myself straddling the tension between fundamental-evangelicalism and liberal protestantism.

This tension is so painful to be in quite often because both sides have so much beauty to offer one another! But, instead of recognizing and celebrating the diversity of God reflected from both, each side tries to demean the other and convince them that they are right, that the other is wrong.

Stalemate.

Liberals: You hurt less people, but you get less good done because you argue about the complexity.

Conservatives: You do a lot of good works, but you hurt people more because you fail to see the complexity.

You are both beautiful. You are both brutal.

Sweeping generalities aside, I don’t want to undermine the tension at stake here. At the heart of it is differences between how the Bible is read, interpreted and treated within their respective communities.

This is a big deal. Hugely formative in every aspect of a believer’s life.

But, I can’t help but see all the work awaiting the hands of Jesus’ followers and wonder if those healing hands are being busied with arguments of theology at the expense of the mercy, justice and compassion.

Is it possible to trust that God is leading each party to the conclusion they are calledto conclude? Is it possible to see that through Paul’s vision of parts of the body? Is it possible to work together, in spite of these deeply theological differences? Can we admit that neither party has a greater or better idea of God’s opinions than the other? Can we admit that faith is belief in what is unseen and that God is beyond our best guesses, even when we are reading the bible?

If we can’t agree to work together and to trust, in spite of deeply, deeply divisive theologies, than we are undermining the witness of the Holy Spirit to this world.

If we can, it will be the most powerful work of God this world can witness.

What will we choose?

Feast analogy continued

When I first started graduate school at Loyola, I used the analogy of a feast I want to, but can’t possibly consume.

I’d like to continue that metaphor in relation to studying at the University of Chicago. The feast is still central in the analogy, but at UofC, I must consume it all, provide an insightful analysis of how each taste blends well with each dish within a course and then create another menu for a different feast that features shades of the first feast, but created with an entirely different ingredient, spice and particular plating. Within 24 hours. In Greek. Yesterday.

:)

Home: Shower doors and south side living.

I never thought I would return to church work after being a youth pastor. Not that my experience was bad (not at all, Third Church was an incredibly nurturing and grace-filled community that I am indebted to), but I just yearned for something more.

However, now that I am in a context (a faith/prep-for-church-work context) I feel, in surprising ways, that I have come home.

This morning, the Divinity School Dean, Margaret Mitchell, gave compelling and dynamic opening remarks that informed us that nothing was unassailable and that we were encouraged to question, question, question and engage with brutal honesty. There were tears in my eyes as I felt permission and welcome wash over me. And this was not permission which associated rigorous inquiry with walking away from God; it was permission and encouragement that asking these questions is vital to our life with God and to how God is discussed and experienced in the public sphere.

In addition to many other wonderful comments, the Dean encouraged us in, “…the terrifying pursuit of the next, original idea.” She asked these questions: How do we engage in the complexity? How do we dialogue with the “public” about religion and demonstrate that it is a legitimate voice to listen to? How do we remain curious, creative, and unwilling to sacrifice academic rigor, but engage those outside the formal study of religion?

Her opening remarks left me full of items to process! I wanted to go away and absorb what she had said, but there were other meetings to attend, people to meet and free lunches to be consumed.

Our time with other students of religion was followed by meeting our Master of Divinity cohort. In UofC’s program, they encourage study with cohorts and the MDiv cohort is typically 15-20 students that will study together over the three years of their program.  Our cohort is the most diverse cohort in the existence of the program. We have two Muslims, one individual from Korea, one from a historically black college, several from the LGBTQ community, one employed by the Tribune Company and several others. I get shivers of excitement when I think of all I will get to learn from each of our diverse and rich views and life experiences.

I also have a new living situation where I am sharing space (a quote from some friends who graciously helped me move in: “You live in a castle!”) with 22 other individuals from different programs at UChicago and other seminaries in the neighborhood. Since I moved in, I have been so thankful to live with these other scholars as it has facilitated immediate connection and opportunity for conversation (from mundane to profound to ridiculous).

At the same time, I am aware that my introvert-self is tired and I am trying to find ways to effectively care for her! It is difficult when there are so many interesting people to engage with.

Highlights of living at DDH:

- Many, many people from Korea. Why so many Koreans? No idea. But very fun since that’s who I’ve been working with this summer.

- Freezing lots of food for the quarter to come.

- Shared bathrooms with mildly see-through doors. I did not realize how see-through they were until the other day. It reminds me of my volleyball days at Central. I suppose this is more of an odd highlight than a “Oh, fantastic!”-highlight.

- A room with two substantial closets.

- Free laundry :).

- Kindly being offered grapes within the first two minutes of meeting my first housemate.

- Many more.

I feel at home here… and “at home” in the sense of returning to a place I belong and that I’ve been away from for a long time. My director (who I’ve known for a few months) and my adviser (who I just met today and shared some of my questions with) both affirmed this as a place where I belong, can contribute to and is perfect for the questions I am asking. In addition to their comments, I have felt these things confirmed in a multitude of intuitive ways.

To close: School starts this upcoming Monday and I am intensely looking forward to the rich days that will follow.

Nana’s apple pie with bacon (Yes, bacon!!), bleu cheese gelato and September 1st marked the beginning of a new stage. As I shared it with a future MDiv classmate, we reflected on our expectations of the program and a new version of life; we mused about our hesitations regarding the unknown and  we concluded that we are, simply, ready to begin.
Two weeks, two very fast weeks left before I uproot from Chicago’s north side, move down to Hyde Park and begin my attempts to “master the Divine” ;).

Nana’s apple pie with bacon (Yes, bacon!!), bleu cheese gelato and September 1st marked the beginning of a new stage. As I shared it with a future MDiv classmate, we reflected on our expectations of the program and a new version of life; we mused about our hesitations regarding the unknown and  we concluded that we are, simply, ready to begin.

Two weeks, two very fast weeks left before I uproot from Chicago’s north side, move down to Hyde Park and begin my attempts to “master the Divine” ;).

I began working with a new interface at Rosetta Stone called Studio. Instead of working with one learner at a time, I conduct a 50-minute coaching session which helps learners practice vocabulary and conversation with other learners and myself.
At 6AM today, I worked with someone from Japan, Russia and Mexico.
Four nations together in one session.
In spite of my qualms and hesitations of being a part of something that encourages the spread of the English language (and culture?) across the globe*, I really, really, really loved to be internationally connected** while sitting in my living room***.
Indeed, it is a small world, after all****.
…
*Which does not encourage English speakers to learn other languages/cultures, can reinforce America-centricism (what’s the actual word?) and raises questions about colonization through language.
**It also helps when they are highly motivated and entertained by my coaching antics.
***Huge thanks to my lovey roommates who accommodate this.
****I think the use of four asterisks is slightly excessive, but, “Disneyland Boys Choir”??

I began working with a new interface at Rosetta Stone called Studio. Instead of working with one learner at a time, I conduct a 50-minute coaching session which helps learners practice vocabulary and conversation with other learners and myself.

At 6AM today, I worked with someone from Japan, Russia and Mexico.

Four nations together in one session.

In spite of my qualms and hesitations of being a part of something that encourages the spread of the English language (and culture?) across the globe*, I really, really, really loved to be internationally connected** while sitting in my living room***.

Indeed, it is a small world, after all****.

*Which does not encourage English speakers to learn other languages/cultures, can reinforce America-centricism (what’s the actual word?) and raises questions about colonization through language.

**It also helps when they are highly motivated and entertained by my coaching antics.

***Huge thanks to my lovey roommates who accommodate this.

****I think the use of four asterisks is slightly excessive, but, “Disneyland Boys Choir”??

My beef with the International Justice Mission.

The International Justice Mission.

I have been inspired by their mission but I increasingly am disturbed by individuals who post various links, host fund-raisers and altogether be gung-ho about what this organization is doing.

Don’t get me wrong, they are doing a lot of wonderful things! I just think that if you are in America and you are passionate about IJM and the issue of human trafficking, you need to supplement your efforts with ones regarding the issue of immigration.

The path that took me from Iowa to Chicago was guided by figuring out how to best work with individuals who are involved in human trafficking*. That plumb line eventually revealed this: if I want to effectively deal with eliminating human trafficking in the US (and abroad), I need to get involved in immigration issues and I need to realize that it is not. very. simple.

I acknowledge that it is my personal preference to be involved in activities within my own culture** and generally, tend to prefer a focus of my present context with a lens of globalization and understanding that work in my backyard has an increasingly worldwide impact.

With that being said, reason number one why those who are interested in human trafficking need to also be interested in the issue of US immigration:

+ Apart from the domestic trafficking that occurs (i.e. United States citizens being “trafficked” into slavery), the majority of individuals trafficked into and within the United States are individuals with citizenship elsewhere (i.e. immigrants) (TIP Report).

Redundant reason number two:

+ There is a lot of hype around sex trafficking. It is horrible, it needs to be stopped. However, the majority of human trafficking in the United States actually happens in the service/labor division. Think: domestic service, agriculture, manufacturing, janitorial services, hotel services, hospitality industries, construction, health and elder care. And most (not all) of the people in these industries are individuals with citizenship elsewhere (i.e. immigrants) (TIP Report).

Reason number three: Anecdote

For more information on some specific cases, check out this fantastic organization. Or, think of this example: Loyola University Chicago’s food service workers have recently unionized. For a long time, there was a contingent of Chinese workers who had recently moved to Chicago (i.e. immigrants) to work and who were refusing to unionize. After they did, it was discovered that they were being paid substantially less than other workers and were told that if they unionized, they would be fired. Trafficking, or something close to it, is right on our front doors.

Thus, if you are passionate about “alleviating human trafficking” (which, what exactly does “to alleviate” mean, here?) in the United States, it is important to also be involved in immigration issues because it the lack of immigration reform means that these individuals are more vulnerable to being trafficked in the US.

I think the crux of my frustration is that people host passionately-optimistic (and absolutely well-intended) IJM awareness campaigns and fund-raisers because it is common to think, “This is all we can do.” However, once you see that immigration and human trafficking are inextricably combined, you will see that there is a TON of work that you can do! For example:

+ Does your state have any legislation about human trafficking? Who is receiving the funding to implement these measures in your state and what are they doing? Is there even funding allocated? Do this research, see how it is connected with immigration law and visit the organizations that are supposed to be implementing the law - are they? What are you going to do to encourage them to do so?

+ Where are you purchasing your goods from? How do they rank on the Better World Shopper? Have you researched the treatment of their workers (from their manufacturers to customer service representatives)? Or even, what meat-packing plant in Iowa packed your meat? Go visit. Ask to talk to the newest hire on the ground. This is tough as it will take a drastic lifestyle change, but it is possible! It just means we give up a measure of convenience.

+ Who are the service workers in the businesses you frequent? How are they being treated? Do they know what rights they have and are they receiving them? What type of relationships have you built with the chef of the restaurant you frequent, the hotel staff at the place you stay, the construction workers that are putting a new roof on your neighbor’s home? Or, who is your neighbor? Another middle-class white person or an immigrant with a story? How can you use your privilege and power to redistribute it and protect those who are vulnerable to trafficking right next door?

I’m not saying stop supporting IJM, but what I am saying is that efforts done in the name of human trafficking need to be supplemented by immigration activism such as:

+ thoughtful consumerism

+ awareness of those who serve you and whether or not their rights are being upheld and their vulnerabilities protected

+ conscientiousness of where you choose to live and who you choose to spend time with

+ the expenditure of time and energy towards creating change within a massively broken system of government.

As you do this, working on behalf of immigrants/migrants, you will find that you are also working towards a less enslaved world.

*I intentionally don’t say victims and I also don’t only include the survivors when discussing the issue of “alleviating human trafficking.” The stories are varied, but there can be a cyclical effect as survivors become perpetrators. Also, I don’t like the unexpressed assumption that only survivors are in need of help and that perpetrators only need to pay fines and spend time in a correctional facility.

**As I think there is some neocolonialism that exists when ex-pats go to other countries and try to “get things done” the white, American way (yes, the practice of “justice” has cultural nuances and no, not all ex-patriots do this; there are some wonderfully thoughtful people and organizations out there - you rock!). I would not accuse IJM of being totally neocolonial, though, as they do a decent job recruiting, training and empowering individuals from the countries that they serve to work within those countries.

On Sunday, I visited the Chicago Community Mennonite Church and met a future Divinity school classmate who offered many wonderful recommendations for how to prepare for the fall. She also connected me with a woman who happened to live down the street and was willing to loan me a “philosophy primer” for my perusal.
After biking there to receive the book loan, Nancy and I had wonderful conversation about psychoanalytic theory and therapeutic services at the university she works for. AND as she was showing me her garden, she insisted that I cut some fresh lettuce greens and take home as much as I want!
Interdependence. Philosophy and gardening. Now what to do with all these “old men” and lettuce leaves… perhaps I’ll dig a recipe out of a cave.

On Sunday, I visited the Chicago Community Mennonite Church and met a future Divinity school classmate who offered many wonderful recommendations for how to prepare for the fall. She also connected me with a woman who happened to live down the street and was willing to loan me a “philosophy primer” for my perusal.

After biking there to receive the book loan, Nancy and I had wonderful conversation about psychoanalytic theory and therapeutic services at the university she works for. AND as she was showing me her garden, she insisted that I cut some fresh lettuce greens and take home as much as I want!

Interdependence. Philosophy and gardening. Now what to do with all these “old men” and lettuce leaves… perhaps I’ll dig a recipe out of a cave.

After teaching 51 hours of English conversation, a weekend respite was deliciously welcome. Beginning at Millennium Park, Dena and I enjoyed the beauty of Pritzker Pavilion as the Grant Park Orchestra & Choir performed the works of Bernstein, Bach and Fauré. We learned of countertenors and enjoyed the cooling of a muggy day with Chilean wine.

Sunday was marked by a Romanian experience at the Transylvania bakery called Chimney Cake Island. Their chimney cakes were delicious pieces of dough wrapped around wooden molds, baked and then rolled in all kinds of deliciousness. Mine was coated with Nutella and rolled in walnuts (to. die. for.) and Becky’s was filled with whipped cream, nestled atop scoops of vanilla, pineapple and strawberry ice cream. Yum!

watching the storm unfold.

“Hello! Welcome to Reflex. My name is Leah. What is your name?”

These are words I have found myself repeating every 5-10 minutes at absurdly early hours (beginning at 2:00am today and 4:00am the rest of the week). The reason for this early rising repetition is my new job with the language learning company, Rosetta Stone, as an English Studio Coach.

Why so early? 

Well, currently I am working with language learners in South Korea, so 2AM CDT is 4PM their time, so the early morning shifts connect me with learners right after their school or work day. Sometimes I do work in the afternoon, but it’s pretty slow since not many want to learn English at 3AM.

What do I do?

When working with this particular language learning interface (Reflex), the learner memorizes a conversation path and then, they get online with a native speaker, a coach (that’s me!) and practice those conversations in real-time.

Why do I love it?

Well, today, I got to meet someone’s pet poodle. The other day, I worked with a seven-year-old who was able to converse perfectly while her younger brother tried to put her into a headlock. 

I also get to have this fabulous, circa-1992, pastel cloud background to hide the fact I’m working at home.

It’s all conducted online: my training, my supervision meeting was via Skype, and all of my coaching sessions occur via video chat within the Reflex interface. That means, I can wear a decent top, wear shorts (or I could just have on underwear and no one would know!), I technically wouldn’t need to shower, brush my teeth and no one would smell me or think anything of it as long as I appear appropriate from the waist up.

Also, more seriously, it feels a bit divinely granted. In May, when I was feeling the urgency of a low bank account, a strange amount of time to work and a newly given Master’s, I remember a time of prayer where I was very clear: “Lord, I need a job. One that pays well per hour, is flexible, that I can do during school and is a low amount of hours.” The very next day, this job appeared on Loyola’s job board and a month later, when I almost returned home to work in the fields with Monsanto, I heard back from RS and was able to stay in Chicago for July/August! Also, as I was facing a reality of, “I think I can pay August rent, but I’m not sure about what else,” there was a surge of available hours for the next few weeks (instead of working 10 a week, I’m working 38 for the next few weeks!).

Provision.

Bonus? I get to learn Spanish using their software for free. Since I want to work with migrants in some capacity, this was becoming necessary. What a beautiful, generous surprise gift.

a greater commission
Feast analogy continued
Home: Shower doors and south side living.
My beef with the International Justice Mission.

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Clinical social worker attempting to "master the Divine" with a creative curiosity.

Emphasis on upholding human rights of migrants and understanding the grieving process.

Appreciating and humanly engaging with foreignness.

Childlike, yes. Overly serious, absolutely. Striving to have a sense of humor about all of it. And eating delicious food.

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