I love friends. I am so appreciative and in awe of the many people I have the pleasure of calling my friends.
This week, the three SPEC YAGMs began their 3 week Christmas break away from SPEC. Unfortunately, this meant not only a break from work but a break from our accomodation at SPEC for which we needed to find places to stay over the holiday.
Fortunately, this has resulted in one of the best slumber parties I have experienced in my 23 years of friendships! The beautiful Bath Abbey volunteer/tour guide/fellow YAGM Beckah Selnick took the three of us in, in what can only be described as a YAGM refugee camp! Sprawled out on camping sleep pads on her floor, we have had quite the week. There has been no topic of random conversation, Christmas iTunes song, or Youtube video off limits as we've enjoyed each others company and basked in the Advent glow of friendship! Yesterday, as December 17th rolled around and I turned 23, we indulged in some of my favorite things: sleeping in, a Youtube viewing of David Cook's American Idol journey, holiday window shopping in Bath, Pan-Asian cuisine at Wagamamas, chocolake birthday cake made by Kris, and some Friends' Christmas episodes!
This week of fun winds down on Sunday when I head on to Portchester for a Brillhart family Christmas! (With some lovely representatives from my Grandma Martin's side of the family.) I will always look back with fond memories of our awesome laziness and friendship of our Bath Advent. I've happily uncovered that the Christmas season isn't necessarily about who you're with, what you do, or even WHERE you are in the world- but rather embracing the love and promise of Christ in whatever form he comes to you!
Much Love from Bath,
Marta
Friday, December 18, 2009
Friday, November 27, 2009
Thankful Indeed!
As I approached my pigeon hole (mailbox) on Thanksgiving Day, I found a rather large envelope from the ELCA. I had just received the monthly Global Mission newsletter, so I knew this was something new and different. As I ripped the envelope open, I discovered homemade Thanksgiving cards and well-wishes from ELCA Global Mission Support. An abundance of hand-turkeys and childish scribbles and handwriting….just in time for my Thanksgiving abroad! My heart was immediately warmed. I particularly enjoyed a message that read: ‘Dear Person, please injoy the presants.”
We do a session with SPEC groups called “Languages of Love.” We explore the different ways of expressing love, and what these expressions mean to different people. Some people enjoy sentimental cards and messages and often hang on to these mementos. I am most certainly in this category of people. In our technological age of text messages, emails and “tweets”, nothing compares to a handwritten card or letter. I foresee myself being the type of mom who holds onto crafts and drawings long after their stint on the refrigerator.
Throughout my years in grade school and Sunday school, I have sent my fair share of care packages and letters to Americans overseas. To be on the receiving end of such a gesture this year is extremely touching. Many thanks to Global Mission Support and Trinity Lutheran Church in Vale, North Carolina! I’ve never been so grateful to see hand-turkeys….some of the best I’ve seen. This Thanksgiving, I’m thankful for my love and support back home!
We do a session with SPEC groups called “Languages of Love.” We explore the different ways of expressing love, and what these expressions mean to different people. Some people enjoy sentimental cards and messages and often hang on to these mementos. I am most certainly in this category of people. In our technological age of text messages, emails and “tweets”, nothing compares to a handwritten card or letter. I foresee myself being the type of mom who holds onto crafts and drawings long after their stint on the refrigerator.
Throughout my years in grade school and Sunday school, I have sent my fair share of care packages and letters to Americans overseas. To be on the receiving end of such a gesture this year is extremely touching. Many thanks to Global Mission Support and Trinity Lutheran Church in Vale, North Carolina! I’ve never been so grateful to see hand-turkeys….some of the best I’ve seen. This Thanksgiving, I’m thankful for my love and support back home!
Monday, November 16, 2009
Touchdown!!....?
You don’t realize how many sports analogies and phrases permeate American speech until you are in a country that knows generally very little about American sports.
I have stated or nearly stated all of the following instances of the aforementioned statement during my past 3 months in England. Included are reactions of my English friends:
”I really struck out on that one…” or “Strike one!”
Reaction: confused stare.
“I was so excited I wanted to spike my paper crane and do a celebratory dance in the end zone.”
Reaction: confused stare.
“He shoots, he scores!!!”
Reaction: semi-confused state. (After all, there is shooting and scoring in football.)
“That comment came out of left field!”
Reaction: confused stare.
“A bunch of locker room talk…”
Reaction: confused stare.
"I hit that one outta the ballpark!"
Reaction: confused stare.
“It’s like throwing a hail mary….”
Reaction: COMPLETELY confused stare from my English Catholic friends—followed by a Marta explanation.
There have been others. Of course when I go to write them down down I forget many of them.
One other final musing semi-sports related--
Here in England, what we know as simply “the wave” is called “The Mexican Wave.” Haha isn’t that funny? Anyone know the origin/reason behind that? Kris jokes and says that would be politically incorrect in the States. I remember being told once by my Seattle relatives that “the wave” has its origins in the Kingdom because it was the first stadium constructed with a complete circle conducive for a “full” wave. Thoughts?
Shining my light...and Go Steelers!
-Marta
I have stated or nearly stated all of the following instances of the aforementioned statement during my past 3 months in England. Included are reactions of my English friends:
”I really struck out on that one…” or “Strike one!”
Reaction: confused stare.
“I was so excited I wanted to spike my paper crane and do a celebratory dance in the end zone.”
Reaction: confused stare.
“He shoots, he scores!!!”
Reaction: semi-confused state. (After all, there is shooting and scoring in football.)
“That comment came out of left field!”
Reaction: confused stare.
“A bunch of locker room talk…”
Reaction: confused stare.
"I hit that one outta the ballpark!"
Reaction: confused stare.
“It’s like throwing a hail mary….”
Reaction: COMPLETELY confused stare from my English Catholic friends—followed by a Marta explanation.
There have been others. Of course when I go to write them down down I forget many of them.
One other final musing semi-sports related--
Here in England, what we know as simply “the wave” is called “The Mexican Wave.” Haha isn’t that funny? Anyone know the origin/reason behind that? Kris jokes and says that would be politically incorrect in the States. I remember being told once by my Seattle relatives that “the wave” has its origins in the Kingdom because it was the first stadium constructed with a complete circle conducive for a “full” wave. Thoughts?
Shining my light...and Go Steelers!
-Marta
Monday, November 9, 2009
"I Wonder If Its True What They Don't Wear Beneath the Kilt? "
SPEC runs alongside the English school year, and so I spent the 3rd week of October away from SPEC as part of “half term break”. Kris and I alongside another UK YAGM Dana spent our week in London and Scotland. I could not have asked for a more enjoyable week of exploring Great Britain!
Dana is placed with a tutoring program called Springboard in London, so she shares a flat with some other volunteers in a Southeast London neighborhood called Peckham.
Some highlights of our 4 days in London included:
-getting more acquainted with the city, particularly public transportation and the “lay of the land.”
-doing touristy things like visiting Big Ben, Parliament, Westminster Abbey and the London Eye!
-an evening with the Springboard volunteers that included dinner and a rousing game of Apples to Apples.
-buying a “Not For Tourists” guide to London—it is my new best friend! I can’t wait to tour London with my visitors in 2010!
-attending St Annes Lutheran church on Reformation Sunday
-sitting outside Danas apartment eating chips with Kris while waited for her to get home
-an evening of “college food”, drinks, and The X-Factor!
After we soaked up our time in London, it was then on to our main event- an hour long flight up to Scotland! We were fortunate enough to receive some of the finest hospitality I have ever experienced through Amna, a friend of Dana. The first half of our time was spent in Edinburgh, staying with Amna’s sister Beenie. Edinburgh is one of the coolest cities…scratch that…PLACES I have ever been in my life!
Edinburgh highlights included:
-touring the city with a multi-bus sightseeing ticket- valid for 4 different buses/tours all day long! And boy did we get our money’s worth!
-The National Museum of Scotland in Edinburgh, especially the Scotland 20th century-beyond exhibit and a “Salt of the Earth” portrait exhibit featuring famous Scots.
- my first Disney film at the theatres in YEARS—We saw Up in 3D!
- being introduced to Aero bars and falling in love! They are basically a candy bar sized version of Andes mints. Mmmmmm.
Our next stop was Glasgow, about an hour away from Edinburgh, where we stayed at Amna’s home. Her whole family—both immediate and extended were in and out of the house the whole week, and the warmth and hospitality we received was incredibly special. Other Glasgow highlights included:
-retail therapy at a mall with the girls followed by a Japanese restaurant, Wagamamas
-taking a night drive to a beautiful overlook of the city with Amna
-a trip to Loch Lomond, one of the biggest lochs in Scotland.
-falling on my ass in the mud at Loch Lomond and almost busting my camera
- taking refuge from a rainy day in Glasgow in a Starbucks. I can’t remember the last time I sat in an Starbucks sipping a coffee. It was a lovely afternoon.
Overall, I could not have asked for a better week away from SPEC. Spending time as a YAGM trio exploring our host country is something I will always cherish and remember.
On a less sentimental note--- the people at Starbucks sure did pull a fast one on me by naming the regular coffee an “Americano.” Thanks losers--- you can only imagine how my American rear end sounded as I ordered, “Umm…can I have an (ahem) an Americano, please.” in a Glasgow Starbucks.
Dana is placed with a tutoring program called Springboard in London, so she shares a flat with some other volunteers in a Southeast London neighborhood called Peckham.
Some highlights of our 4 days in London included:
-getting more acquainted with the city, particularly public transportation and the “lay of the land.”
-doing touristy things like visiting Big Ben, Parliament, Westminster Abbey and the London Eye!
-an evening with the Springboard volunteers that included dinner and a rousing game of Apples to Apples.
-buying a “Not For Tourists” guide to London—it is my new best friend! I can’t wait to tour London with my visitors in 2010!
-attending St Annes Lutheran church on Reformation Sunday
-sitting outside Danas apartment eating chips with Kris while waited for her to get home
-an evening of “college food”, drinks, and The X-Factor!
After we soaked up our time in London, it was then on to our main event- an hour long flight up to Scotland! We were fortunate enough to receive some of the finest hospitality I have ever experienced through Amna, a friend of Dana. The first half of our time was spent in Edinburgh, staying with Amna’s sister Beenie. Edinburgh is one of the coolest cities…scratch that…PLACES I have ever been in my life!
Edinburgh highlights included:
-touring the city with a multi-bus sightseeing ticket- valid for 4 different buses/tours all day long! And boy did we get our money’s worth!
-The National Museum of Scotland in Edinburgh, especially the Scotland 20th century-beyond exhibit and a “Salt of the Earth” portrait exhibit featuring famous Scots.
- my first Disney film at the theatres in YEARS—We saw Up in 3D!
- being introduced to Aero bars and falling in love! They are basically a candy bar sized version of Andes mints. Mmmmmm.
Our next stop was Glasgow, about an hour away from Edinburgh, where we stayed at Amna’s home. Her whole family—both immediate and extended were in and out of the house the whole week, and the warmth and hospitality we received was incredibly special. Other Glasgow highlights included:
-retail therapy at a mall with the girls followed by a Japanese restaurant, Wagamamas
-taking a night drive to a beautiful overlook of the city with Amna
-a trip to Loch Lomond, one of the biggest lochs in Scotland.
-falling on my ass in the mud at Loch Lomond and almost busting my camera
- taking refuge from a rainy day in Glasgow in a Starbucks. I can’t remember the last time I sat in an Starbucks sipping a coffee. It was a lovely afternoon.
Overall, I could not have asked for a better week away from SPEC. Spending time as a YAGM trio exploring our host country is something I will always cherish and remember.
On a less sentimental note--- the people at Starbucks sure did pull a fast one on me by naming the regular coffee an “Americano.” Thanks losers--- you can only imagine how my American rear end sounded as I ordered, “Umm…can I have an (ahem) an Americano, please.” in a Glasgow Starbucks.
Friday, October 23, 2009
No Boundaries...?
“Every step we get a little deeper…..to climb higher up some mountains…and face the storm…and be totally awesome and succeed because THERE ARE NO BOUNDARIES!!!!” -Kris Allen
Ok, so those aren't the exact lyrics to American Idol Season 8’s coronation song, but that’s the main gyst of that god-awful song we faithful AI viewers endured this year.
Sorry to tell you, songwriter and lame-excuse-for-a-judge Kara Dioguardi, but there ARE boundaries. Specifically it was cultural boundaries that were the topic of conversation at our recent Time For God (TFG) conference.
Language barriers are a huge boundary that separate cultures. The lack of language boundary between English and American cultures is comforting, but it carries with it a deep impact. The language barrier is absent, which means all the other boundaries that separate English and American cultures are all the more noticeable and raw. Differences in relating with each other, communication styles, expectations and cultural values and norms are shoved onto center stage; a center stage that can be foreign and uncomfortable, even if you “know your lines.” Feeling at ease with the language is often paired when gentle reminders that this still is very much a foreign country. While the language barrier remains a central element of these first months for many of our co-workers, Kris and I have found ourselves catapulted swiftly into the heart of some pretty deep and difficult cross-cultural issues. Living, working, and relating (especially to teenagers and my peers) in this culture has brought with it challenges I would have never fathomed initially.
Our conference was a much needed chance for the 12 UK YAGMs and a handful of others to reflect on mission work in the United Kingdom. The UK YAGM program is fundamentally very different from the other programs. “Mission work” and “missionary” carries a certain connotation, one that, no matter how negative or incorrect, doesn’t typically equate heading into a westernized culture to do God’s work. I know that the work I am doing here with SPEC is vital and legitimate, no matter the implications that surround it. Surprising boundaries that go far beyond the English language are complicated. Yet, when these boundaries and walls start to be broken down, the joys of being brothers and sisters in Christ really start to be realized. I am proud to be a part of the UK YAGM, Time for God and SPEC communities. The blessings continue. Thanks be to God!
TFG+ Conference
Ok, so those aren't the exact lyrics to American Idol Season 8’s coronation song, but that’s the main gyst of that god-awful song we faithful AI viewers endured this year.
Sorry to tell you, songwriter and lame-excuse-for-a-judge Kara Dioguardi, but there ARE boundaries. Specifically it was cultural boundaries that were the topic of conversation at our recent Time For God (TFG) conference.
Language barriers are a huge boundary that separate cultures. The lack of language boundary between English and American cultures is comforting, but it carries with it a deep impact. The language barrier is absent, which means all the other boundaries that separate English and American cultures are all the more noticeable and raw. Differences in relating with each other, communication styles, expectations and cultural values and norms are shoved onto center stage; a center stage that can be foreign and uncomfortable, even if you “know your lines.” Feeling at ease with the language is often paired when gentle reminders that this still is very much a foreign country. While the language barrier remains a central element of these first months for many of our co-workers, Kris and I have found ourselves catapulted swiftly into the heart of some pretty deep and difficult cross-cultural issues. Living, working, and relating (especially to teenagers and my peers) in this culture has brought with it challenges I would have never fathomed initially.
Our conference was a much needed chance for the 12 UK YAGMs and a handful of others to reflect on mission work in the United Kingdom. The UK YAGM program is fundamentally very different from the other programs. “Mission work” and “missionary” carries a certain connotation, one that, no matter how negative or incorrect, doesn’t typically equate heading into a westernized culture to do God’s work. I know that the work I am doing here with SPEC is vital and legitimate, no matter the implications that surround it. Surprising boundaries that go far beyond the English language are complicated. Yet, when these boundaries and walls start to be broken down, the joys of being brothers and sisters in Christ really start to be realized. I am proud to be a part of the UK YAGM, Time for God and SPEC communities. The blessings continue. Thanks be to God!
TFG+ Conference
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Just Dance!
I successfully made it through my first traveling experience in England by myself! I visited my second cousin Katie in Portsmouth (southern England on the water) this weekend and had a marvelous time. While traveling by bus and train, I couldn't help but imagine the Amazing Race theme song; especially when I got on a train not realllly knowing where I was getting off. :)
My iPod served as an excellent travel companion. While traveling, I made a mental list in my head that I would now like to share:
5 Songs That Make Me Want to Bust a Move on the Train (or wherever I am for that matter):
1. Simply Irresistable, Robert Palmer (She's so fine..there's no telling where the money went!!)
2. Run It, Chris Brown (He was young but still this is a greattt jam!)
3. My Sharona, The Knack (A great eliptical song too!)
4. Sussudio, Phil Collins (Ultimate 80s cheese)
5. Land of A Thousand Dances- Wilson Pickett (you just cannot NOT dance!)
I dare you to try not to dance to any of these songs! As they came up on my shuffled playlist, some random London bystanders almost got a free Marta show!
Oh--- and I came home with Lucky Charms, Cinnamon Toast Crunch, AND mini Reeses cups.... Thank YOU, Victor Osweiler and the U.S base!!! More reason to wanna DANCE!!!
Shinin' my light and bustin' a move,
Marta
My iPod served as an excellent travel companion. While traveling, I made a mental list in my head that I would now like to share:
5 Songs That Make Me Want to Bust a Move on the Train (or wherever I am for that matter):
1. Simply Irresistable, Robert Palmer (She's so fine..there's no telling where the money went!!)
2. Run It, Chris Brown (He was young but still this is a greattt jam!)
3. My Sharona, The Knack (A great eliptical song too!)
4. Sussudio, Phil Collins (Ultimate 80s cheese)
5. Land of A Thousand Dances- Wilson Pickett (you just cannot NOT dance!)
I dare you to try not to dance to any of these songs! As they came up on my shuffled playlist, some random London bystanders almost got a free Marta show!
Oh--- and I came home with Lucky Charms, Cinnamon Toast Crunch, AND mini Reeses cups.... Thank YOU, Victor Osweiler and the U.S base!!! More reason to wanna DANCE!!!
Shinin' my light and bustin' a move,
Marta
Stop! Relic Time....
Wednesday October 14- Marta the American Protestant encounters English Catholicism full force….
The Spec team had our first “outreach” day retreat in a school, St Martha’s, an all-girls private Catholic secondary school. I really enjoyed my assigned session, which was entitled “Lets Hear It for the Girls”- taking a look at female images in the media and the societal perceptions and expectations which result. I felt in my wheelhouse, but only with my session material. Man I clearly am not accustomed to Catholic schools- either here or at home. (It occurred to me my only real encounters with the sort at home were the occasional peak around St. Boniface and basketball games at St. Mary’s.)
Just when I figured this good little Protestant had experienced enough Catholicism for one day, it was a quick turnaround before I was in a SPEC vehicle again heading to Westminster Cathedral. Nothing says “Be respectful and embrace the Catholic experience” more than spending roughly 6 hours praying, worshipping, singing and sitting in silence amidst the main attraction, the relics of St. Therese and the thousands of English Catholics who turned up to see them. (They were in England for about a week....)
All I could really do is to take it all in and continually be in awe of my surroundings and just where this year has taken me. It was beyond amazing singing and reading in that space. As cliché as it sounds, being in a space of such epic proportions is truly humbling. It really was neat to be a part of the 9-10pm and 1-2am SPEC shifts of leading worship and prayer. The religion and history nerd in me was all kinds of excited. Experiencing any form of religion is fascinating for me, although I’m still trying to grasp the idea of Saints… The lifelong Lutheran in me struggled with the concept of people waiting HOURS in a queue to look at/pray/fall to their knees in front of the relics of a woman. I had 6 hours of mind-boggling. I couldn’t get over these crowds. The queue resembled lines for the Millennium Force at Cedar Point. There were vendors selling fish and chips outside. The cathedral was open through the night and even during our late night shift, there was a good 200 people there. Incredible.
At one point I was assigned to read scripture, but I found out the lectern mic was turned off. (Thanks in part to a shabby lookin’ gent in the audience who ran up to say “I can’t hear you!!!”) I joked later that they sniffed out my Protestant blood pretty darn quick.
At one point, I leaned over to one of my English Catholic friends and whispered, “Alright…so I understand like 30% of this.” I felt like an outsider in a way. But, as I struggled and tried my hardest to comprehend, it made me wonder how much all these adoring visitors truly understand. (My friend said he understood about 50 precent.) There must be some conviction behind your belief if you exercise such devotion….right? My perception of Catholicism has certain baggage- a lot stemming from growing up in U.S culture- where it sometimes seems like being Catholic is something you are rather than something you believe. Where you’re born into it, don’t ask questions, and stray away from the strictness and expectations during numerous stages of your life.
My faith is one built on questions. Questions that sometimes produce better understanding of my convictions, other times uncertainty.
I strive to continually embrace the questioning and struggles and doubt in my head, both religious and secular…. knowing that its OK to feel the urge to interrupt St. Therese’s English visit with a loud, American “Huh????”
Shining my light,
Marta
The Spec team had our first “outreach” day retreat in a school, St Martha’s, an all-girls private Catholic secondary school. I really enjoyed my assigned session, which was entitled “Lets Hear It for the Girls”- taking a look at female images in the media and the societal perceptions and expectations which result. I felt in my wheelhouse, but only with my session material. Man I clearly am not accustomed to Catholic schools- either here or at home. (It occurred to me my only real encounters with the sort at home were the occasional peak around St. Boniface and basketball games at St. Mary’s.)
Just when I figured this good little Protestant had experienced enough Catholicism for one day, it was a quick turnaround before I was in a SPEC vehicle again heading to Westminster Cathedral. Nothing says “Be respectful and embrace the Catholic experience” more than spending roughly 6 hours praying, worshipping, singing and sitting in silence amidst the main attraction, the relics of St. Therese and the thousands of English Catholics who turned up to see them. (They were in England for about a week....)
All I could really do is to take it all in and continually be in awe of my surroundings and just where this year has taken me. It was beyond amazing singing and reading in that space. As cliché as it sounds, being in a space of such epic proportions is truly humbling. It really was neat to be a part of the 9-10pm and 1-2am SPEC shifts of leading worship and prayer. The religion and history nerd in me was all kinds of excited. Experiencing any form of religion is fascinating for me, although I’m still trying to grasp the idea of Saints… The lifelong Lutheran in me struggled with the concept of people waiting HOURS in a queue to look at/pray/fall to their knees in front of the relics of a woman. I had 6 hours of mind-boggling. I couldn’t get over these crowds. The queue resembled lines for the Millennium Force at Cedar Point. There were vendors selling fish and chips outside. The cathedral was open through the night and even during our late night shift, there was a good 200 people there. Incredible.
At one point I was assigned to read scripture, but I found out the lectern mic was turned off. (Thanks in part to a shabby lookin’ gent in the audience who ran up to say “I can’t hear you!!!”) I joked later that they sniffed out my Protestant blood pretty darn quick.
At one point, I leaned over to one of my English Catholic friends and whispered, “Alright…so I understand like 30% of this.” I felt like an outsider in a way. But, as I struggled and tried my hardest to comprehend, it made me wonder how much all these adoring visitors truly understand. (My friend said he understood about 50 precent.) There must be some conviction behind your belief if you exercise such devotion….right? My perception of Catholicism has certain baggage- a lot stemming from growing up in U.S culture- where it sometimes seems like being Catholic is something you are rather than something you believe. Where you’re born into it, don’t ask questions, and stray away from the strictness and expectations during numerous stages of your life.
My faith is one built on questions. Questions that sometimes produce better understanding of my convictions, other times uncertainty.
I strive to continually embrace the questioning and struggles and doubt in my head, both religious and secular…. knowing that its OK to feel the urge to interrupt St. Therese’s English visit with a loud, American “Huh????”
Shining my light,
Marta
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Laugh It Up, Chuckles...
“Laughing at yourself is a form of humility- and a great way to let go of control.”
I seem to be relating a lot of blog posts to advice given to be at YAGM orientation, but I suppose it’s a testament to the amazing people and organization that made this year possible for me. Knowing that I prepared for this year of service for nearly 8 months, it is assuring to know that all the preparation was well worth it and can be valuable in day-to-day life at SPEC.
If you have been keeping up with my blog, you might remember a little issue I had with my control. This year is helping me explore why I find comfort in it, what happens when I let go of it, and how I can better be a player of this game called life without necessarily having the controller in my hands.
This aforementioned quotable from Orientation merges together two concepts I know a lot about. 1. Control 2. Laughter It’s merging these two together (or perhaps keeping them separate) that has gotten my wheels turning recently.
I’ll be the first to admit that laughing at yourself is not always an easy task. Easier said than done. I’m not sure I can think of a family who loves a good laugh more than the Diehms- and I am thankful that Bill and Sue have instilled such a humor gene in their three kids. (Who else experienced the likes of Stripes, Major League, and Saturday Night Live before/alongside learning how to ride a bike?) I believe American popular culture is part of the problem. (Always easy to blame society, right?) We are surrounded by an ideal based upon laughing and making fun of others…either at their request or their expense. Sure not all American humor is laughing at others, but a type of “glad that’s not me!” laughing mentality clearly is present. Think Ben Stiller in Meet the Parents/Fockers…
But what happens when it is you? Do you become defensive? Do you shrug it off? Do you laugh on the outside while deep down you’re hurt? Do you enjoy it? We are taught that it is healthy to laugh at yourself- but I’m sure we all can answer “yes” to all of these questions at one point or another.
Though I come from a humor-based lifestyle, I have been much more in tune to humor and its implications this past month than I am at home. At home, humor is natural and second-nature. Here in England, as in any cross-cultural experience, humor can cross cultural lines; it can also divide them. Living in community with co-workers from 10 different countries is proving to be quite the social experiment in laughter. Being aware of all of this while still keeping elements of who I am alive and kicking (including what makes me laugh) is essential. Some of the strongest connections I have made thus far at SPEC can be contributed to finding common smiles and humor in unlikely places. Laughter breaks down all kinds of barriers while working with teens on retreat- Teenagers can really benefit from a “laugh at yourself” role model, a role I will continually strive to fill.
SPEC recently purchased a new MacBook. One of my jobs this week was to get it out and become acclimated, read the manual etc. I am in a committed and content relationship with my PC--- but I don’t doubt Mac Photobooth’s ability to be an amazing cross-cultural laugh fest. Irina from Germany and I were the first to test it out. Laughing until your belly hurts and tears stream down your face from images of your own distorted face….that, my friends, is a lesson in humility and letting go of control!
Ohhh and don’t get me started about words and phrases getting “lost in translation”
From German/Hungarian etc. to English but also U.S English to English.
Take note:
“Trousers” are to England as “pants” are to the United States.
“Pants” are to England as “underwear” is to the United States.
In the event of a rainy day in England (likely), if American Marta exclaims, “Ahh my pants are all wet!!” (It has happened)….. well then, American Marta has learned yet another lesson in laughing at herself. You can only imagine the variations of the pants/underwear hilarity. (Go ahead—think of more—especially you, Gretchen Diehm.)
I will embrace the merging of my two current favorite concepts, letting go of control and humor. If you are familiar with the range of Marta laughs (“Woody the woodpecker”, big ole belly laugh, silent “nothing coming out” smirk, high pitched wheeze…), rest assured they have all been introduced to the SPEC community and are alive and well!
I will open up the floor for dialogue. Hint Hint: leave me a comment!
Do YOU benefit from laughing at yourself?
Do you agree that it is easier said that done?
Can you have control and laughter simulanteously?
I’d LOVE to hear what my blog readers have to say!! (Perhaps I’m just longing for my discussion-based Capital classes?)
I dedicate this blog post to my fellow YAGMs— many of whom I have shared several tears of laughter and distress. I pray that you all are finding humor in your day to day lives worldwide. Hugs to you all!
And to Heidi Torgerson-Martinez—who provided this insight initially - and who remains one of the biggest supporters of my attempt at keeping the “control key” far away from the tap of my typing fingers.
Shining my light and laughing at myself,
Marta
I seem to be relating a lot of blog posts to advice given to be at YAGM orientation, but I suppose it’s a testament to the amazing people and organization that made this year possible for me. Knowing that I prepared for this year of service for nearly 8 months, it is assuring to know that all the preparation was well worth it and can be valuable in day-to-day life at SPEC.
If you have been keeping up with my blog, you might remember a little issue I had with my control. This year is helping me explore why I find comfort in it, what happens when I let go of it, and how I can better be a player of this game called life without necessarily having the controller in my hands.
This aforementioned quotable from Orientation merges together two concepts I know a lot about. 1. Control 2. Laughter It’s merging these two together (or perhaps keeping them separate) that has gotten my wheels turning recently.
I’ll be the first to admit that laughing at yourself is not always an easy task. Easier said than done. I’m not sure I can think of a family who loves a good laugh more than the Diehms- and I am thankful that Bill and Sue have instilled such a humor gene in their three kids. (Who else experienced the likes of Stripes, Major League, and Saturday Night Live before/alongside learning how to ride a bike?) I believe American popular culture is part of the problem. (Always easy to blame society, right?) We are surrounded by an ideal based upon laughing and making fun of others…either at their request or their expense. Sure not all American humor is laughing at others, but a type of “glad that’s not me!” laughing mentality clearly is present. Think Ben Stiller in Meet the Parents/Fockers…
But what happens when it is you? Do you become defensive? Do you shrug it off? Do you laugh on the outside while deep down you’re hurt? Do you enjoy it? We are taught that it is healthy to laugh at yourself- but I’m sure we all can answer “yes” to all of these questions at one point or another.
Though I come from a humor-based lifestyle, I have been much more in tune to humor and its implications this past month than I am at home. At home, humor is natural and second-nature. Here in England, as in any cross-cultural experience, humor can cross cultural lines; it can also divide them. Living in community with co-workers from 10 different countries is proving to be quite the social experiment in laughter. Being aware of all of this while still keeping elements of who I am alive and kicking (including what makes me laugh) is essential. Some of the strongest connections I have made thus far at SPEC can be contributed to finding common smiles and humor in unlikely places. Laughter breaks down all kinds of barriers while working with teens on retreat- Teenagers can really benefit from a “laugh at yourself” role model, a role I will continually strive to fill.
SPEC recently purchased a new MacBook. One of my jobs this week was to get it out and become acclimated, read the manual etc. I am in a committed and content relationship with my PC--- but I don’t doubt Mac Photobooth’s ability to be an amazing cross-cultural laugh fest. Irina from Germany and I were the first to test it out. Laughing until your belly hurts and tears stream down your face from images of your own distorted face….that, my friends, is a lesson in humility and letting go of control!
Ohhh and don’t get me started about words and phrases getting “lost in translation”
From German/Hungarian etc. to English but also U.S English to English.
Take note:
“Trousers” are to England as “pants” are to the United States.
“Pants” are to England as “underwear” is to the United States.
In the event of a rainy day in England (likely), if American Marta exclaims, “Ahh my pants are all wet!!” (It has happened)….. well then, American Marta has learned yet another lesson in laughing at herself. You can only imagine the variations of the pants/underwear hilarity. (Go ahead—think of more—especially you, Gretchen Diehm.)
I will embrace the merging of my two current favorite concepts, letting go of control and humor. If you are familiar with the range of Marta laughs (“Woody the woodpecker”, big ole belly laugh, silent “nothing coming out” smirk, high pitched wheeze…), rest assured they have all been introduced to the SPEC community and are alive and well!
I will open up the floor for dialogue. Hint Hint: leave me a comment!
Do YOU benefit from laughing at yourself?
Do you agree that it is easier said that done?
Can you have control and laughter simulanteously?
I’d LOVE to hear what my blog readers have to say!! (Perhaps I’m just longing for my discussion-based Capital classes?)
I dedicate this blog post to my fellow YAGMs— many of whom I have shared several tears of laughter and distress. I pray that you all are finding humor in your day to day lives worldwide. Hugs to you all!
And to Heidi Torgerson-Martinez—who provided this insight initially - and who remains one of the biggest supporters of my attempt at keeping the “control key” far away from the tap of my typing fingers.
Shining my light and laughing at myself,
Marta
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Showing Up With My Beads
Teenagers really just need you to be present. I am a month into my year serving with SPEC with three retreats under my belt. All three of these retreats varied in size, duration, and schedule. While there are many different variables that differ from retreat to retreat, one variable remains constant as a member of the SPEC team. The most important thing for Marta Diehm is to show up.
I remember discussing this aspect of YAGM work at our Discernment event and at Orientation. Americans live in a culture of productivity and achievement. As a result, there are a ton of identities we carry. An element of being present to those you serve requires the courage to let go of the identity we carry. All of our credentials, achievements, and life goals aren’t as important as who you can be to the people you serve. A “ministry of presence” develops once we focus in on the quality of relationships of our servanthood.
For the 15-17 yr olds I have been working with the past two weeks, it is most important that I show up ready, willing and available. I don’t come with all the answers. I don’t come with an agenda to push. I don’t come so that they may sheepishly follow my lead as the person “in charge.” I come as who I am in order that might be themselves too.
This past week I experienced two very different retreats. The first was a three day residential retreat. They were the kind of teenagers that are thoroughly enjoyable; bringing with them chuckles, poignant moments, and an incredible desire to take in the experience of being at SPEC. They were motivating, engaging and made me feel pretty darn good about myself and the retreat as a whole.
A few days later a 1 day retreat came in to the site. The retreat was a requirement for the students; they were rowdy, sassy, uncooperative, and just plan distant. All the YAGM training in the world can’t prepare you for a purposely loud, disruptive fart in the middle of a meditation session. There are only so many tools that can equip you to lead a session on prayer with six 16 yr. old boys, one of which signed the sign-up sheet as “Vin Diesel.” Once another snidely made a “I don’t believe in God….I don’t pray….no one can tell me otherwise” comment, I quickly found myself up a creek without a paddle, but rather with a cutesy little prayer-bracelet activity.
Turns out, the 6 boys were surprisingly excited about making the bracelets. (I didn’t check the men’s bathroom afterwards; I wouldn’t be surprised if one of my rainbow bead bracelets went the way of the urinal.) Nonetheless, it is in situations like these that I am reminded that the young people I’m working with are not the “lost” ones. They aren’t the product of my mission. I don’t have a check list of goals. I don’t get a report card at the end of the year grading me based on successes and failures. It is in this environment that I can let go of some of the drive and control I held so preciously onto throughout my years in college. My presence and availability to these young people is what matters the most. I’m truly enjoying myself as I engage and am engaged simultaneously. With all of this prayerfully in mind, I will continue to show up…..with my rainbow prayer bracelets in tow.
Shining My Light,
-Marta
I remember discussing this aspect of YAGM work at our Discernment event and at Orientation. Americans live in a culture of productivity and achievement. As a result, there are a ton of identities we carry. An element of being present to those you serve requires the courage to let go of the identity we carry. All of our credentials, achievements, and life goals aren’t as important as who you can be to the people you serve. A “ministry of presence” develops once we focus in on the quality of relationships of our servanthood.
For the 15-17 yr olds I have been working with the past two weeks, it is most important that I show up ready, willing and available. I don’t come with all the answers. I don’t come with an agenda to push. I don’t come so that they may sheepishly follow my lead as the person “in charge.” I come as who I am in order that might be themselves too.
This past week I experienced two very different retreats. The first was a three day residential retreat. They were the kind of teenagers that are thoroughly enjoyable; bringing with them chuckles, poignant moments, and an incredible desire to take in the experience of being at SPEC. They were motivating, engaging and made me feel pretty darn good about myself and the retreat as a whole.
A few days later a 1 day retreat came in to the site. The retreat was a requirement for the students; they were rowdy, sassy, uncooperative, and just plan distant. All the YAGM training in the world can’t prepare you for a purposely loud, disruptive fart in the middle of a meditation session. There are only so many tools that can equip you to lead a session on prayer with six 16 yr. old boys, one of which signed the sign-up sheet as “Vin Diesel.” Once another snidely made a “I don’t believe in God….I don’t pray….no one can tell me otherwise” comment, I quickly found myself up a creek without a paddle, but rather with a cutesy little prayer-bracelet activity.
Turns out, the 6 boys were surprisingly excited about making the bracelets. (I didn’t check the men’s bathroom afterwards; I wouldn’t be surprised if one of my rainbow bead bracelets went the way of the urinal.) Nonetheless, it is in situations like these that I am reminded that the young people I’m working with are not the “lost” ones. They aren’t the product of my mission. I don’t have a check list of goals. I don’t get a report card at the end of the year grading me based on successes and failures. It is in this environment that I can let go of some of the drive and control I held so preciously onto throughout my years in college. My presence and availability to these young people is what matters the most. I’m truly enjoying myself as I engage and am engaged simultaneously. With all of this prayerfully in mind, I will continue to show up…..with my rainbow prayer bracelets in tow.
Shining My Light,
-Marta
Monday, September 21, 2009
God Is Already There- One Less Thing To Pack!
Many great insights were passed on to the 50 YAGMs during our Orientation in Chicago at the end of August. Advice, discussions, counsel, and poignant theology made our week with presenters, alumni, and Global Mission personnel such a worthwhile week. A week for which now, a month into my experience, I’m so grateful. I’d like to share a story of how one such piece of insight has slapped me on the face as I experienced its relevance this week in England.
There are a variety of misconceptions about mission work. We discussed many of these notions at orientation as a way to dissect what it is we are (and aren’t) doing this year as Young Adults in Global Mission. One misconception may be that it is a missionary's job to take God with them to an area that doesn’t have God already.
Like- “Hello (different area of the world)!! America is here! Surprise!!! And look who I brought with me??…..Jesssuuuuus!!!” “Awe…..you…shouldn’t have…??”
Surely I was to pack a good pair of walking shoes…..some pictures…a durable coat…ranch dressing…..a bible……did I forget the big man upstairs??
Joking aside, the point of our discussion was to realize our aim is not to bring God with us; rather we are sent out to discover how God is already there and at work.
The congregation at St. Peter’s in London Colney did not need Marta the happy American missionary to bring Jesus. My experience attending worship this Sunday made that clearly evident.
Ya know that type of energy that keeps you anxiously excited while nervously inhabiting the pit of your stomach? That energy that creeps up before interviews, auditions, when getting lost, and when you know you’ve done something completely stupid and wrong that needs fixing…? I had that energy going to church on Sunday morning by myself. Am I dressed appropriately? Will they be able to peg me as an outsider? Would I be able to follow directions and actually find the church? Will my attempt at finding a happy Protestant counterpart to SPEC go awry?
Because this placement/community/country sometimes feels similar to home, those moments that remind me that I’m far from home sneak up and, well, produce that nervous “audition energy”.
Fortunately, I got to St. Peter’s early and had some time to survey my surroundings. There were happy over-involved church ladies in the back greeting me. (“Isn’t that speeecial??”) There were only a few others sitting in the 15-20 pews of the small congregation. There was an overly-welcoming and carefully designed and detailed bulletin. There were hymns I knew and loved. From there I can’t count how many times throughout that morning I thought to myself, “Awe….bless their hearts!!” (In true Sue Diehm fashion…thanks mom.) As 10am drew closer, in came the babies. Lots and lots of babies. I was a minority not because I was American but because I didn’t have a 0-3 yr. old on my hip. At about 9:55am, I looked down to my left and found a little toddler friend taking up occupancy next to me in the pew. She looked up at me with big beautiful blue eyes and I nearly teared up. Little sis proceeded to spit her pacifier onto the floor later picking it up to give to me. Before I could graciously grab it, her apologetic mother (who looked like Helen Hunt) came and whisked her away back to their pew a few rows back.
There service was lovingly and awesomely disheveled. Their female pastor doubles as an organist and the rest of the music is on a backing track controlled by a chap in the balcony. Babies crying and crawling and many other little incidents that made me giggle inside. The final anthem was Shine Jesus Shine; complete with a cheesy contemporary Christian backing track and a box of instruments for the children of the congregation to play. I had held back most of my tears throughout the service, but kids playing instruments is where I draw the line. I took it all in and happily cried as the 2 year old in front of me shook his upside down maraca with his chubby little fist.
As I witnessed a little baby named Ava being baptized; as I was invited to the Lord’s Supper for the first time since being here; as I was affectionately sought out after church by two women delighted to see a new SPEC face, it dawned on me. Beyond the ministry at SPEC, it was here at St. Peter’s that I discovered God already at work in the UK. Not because I’m equipped with more tools, wisdom, or faith than anyone I encounter this year. Not because of my own personal decisions or feelings in the pit of my stomach. Not because I brought God in a big ole package with a bow on top. But rather because he brought me here to discover, discern, learn, relate and love.
Another tidbit I will always remember from orientation strikes me as I reflect on St. Peter’s: “The will of God will never take you where the grace of God cannot protect you.” Thanks be to God for the love and grace I nervously stumbled upon at St. Peter’s on Sunday! I have been so enriched in so many ways this past month. I look forward to all the things God will continue to have in store for me during this Global Mission year and beyond.
There are a variety of misconceptions about mission work. We discussed many of these notions at orientation as a way to dissect what it is we are (and aren’t) doing this year as Young Adults in Global Mission. One misconception may be that it is a missionary's job to take God with them to an area that doesn’t have God already.
Like- “Hello (different area of the world)!! America is here! Surprise!!! And look who I brought with me??…..Jesssuuuuus!!!” “Awe…..you…shouldn’t have…??”
Surely I was to pack a good pair of walking shoes…..some pictures…a durable coat…ranch dressing…..a bible……did I forget the big man upstairs??
Joking aside, the point of our discussion was to realize our aim is not to bring God with us; rather we are sent out to discover how God is already there and at work.
The congregation at St. Peter’s in London Colney did not need Marta the happy American missionary to bring Jesus. My experience attending worship this Sunday made that clearly evident.
Ya know that type of energy that keeps you anxiously excited while nervously inhabiting the pit of your stomach? That energy that creeps up before interviews, auditions, when getting lost, and when you know you’ve done something completely stupid and wrong that needs fixing…? I had that energy going to church on Sunday morning by myself. Am I dressed appropriately? Will they be able to peg me as an outsider? Would I be able to follow directions and actually find the church? Will my attempt at finding a happy Protestant counterpart to SPEC go awry?
Because this placement/community/country sometimes feels similar to home, those moments that remind me that I’m far from home sneak up and, well, produce that nervous “audition energy”.
Fortunately, I got to St. Peter’s early and had some time to survey my surroundings. There were happy over-involved church ladies in the back greeting me. (“Isn’t that speeecial??”) There were only a few others sitting in the 15-20 pews of the small congregation. There was an overly-welcoming and carefully designed and detailed bulletin. There were hymns I knew and loved. From there I can’t count how many times throughout that morning I thought to myself, “Awe….bless their hearts!!” (In true Sue Diehm fashion…thanks mom.) As 10am drew closer, in came the babies. Lots and lots of babies. I was a minority not because I was American but because I didn’t have a 0-3 yr. old on my hip. At about 9:55am, I looked down to my left and found a little toddler friend taking up occupancy next to me in the pew. She looked up at me with big beautiful blue eyes and I nearly teared up. Little sis proceeded to spit her pacifier onto the floor later picking it up to give to me. Before I could graciously grab it, her apologetic mother (who looked like Helen Hunt) came and whisked her away back to their pew a few rows back.
There service was lovingly and awesomely disheveled. Their female pastor doubles as an organist and the rest of the music is on a backing track controlled by a chap in the balcony. Babies crying and crawling and many other little incidents that made me giggle inside. The final anthem was Shine Jesus Shine; complete with a cheesy contemporary Christian backing track and a box of instruments for the children of the congregation to play. I had held back most of my tears throughout the service, but kids playing instruments is where I draw the line. I took it all in and happily cried as the 2 year old in front of me shook his upside down maraca with his chubby little fist.
As I witnessed a little baby named Ava being baptized; as I was invited to the Lord’s Supper for the first time since being here; as I was affectionately sought out after church by two women delighted to see a new SPEC face, it dawned on me. Beyond the ministry at SPEC, it was here at St. Peter’s that I discovered God already at work in the UK. Not because I’m equipped with more tools, wisdom, or faith than anyone I encounter this year. Not because of my own personal decisions or feelings in the pit of my stomach. Not because I brought God in a big ole package with a bow on top. But rather because he brought me here to discover, discern, learn, relate and love.
Another tidbit I will always remember from orientation strikes me as I reflect on St. Peter’s: “The will of God will never take you where the grace of God cannot protect you.” Thanks be to God for the love and grace I nervously stumbled upon at St. Peter’s on Sunday! I have been so enriched in so many ways this past month. I look forward to all the things God will continue to have in store for me during this Global Mission year and beyond.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
The First of Many Retreats!
I realize I have not blogged much about my actual job and SPEC, and for good reason. Get out your pencils and notebooks, here’s a quick lesson!
The past three weeks have been filled with “formation”- basically training, community building and preparation for the SPEC year. I now know I am a part of the SPEC Centre team, comprised of 8 volunteers who will be working with young people aged 13-25. The Loft Team is SPEC’s Children’s Ministry project working with 7-14 yr olds. The third SPEC team is located in the east side of London and are appropriately named SPECeast. Of the three SPEC YAGMs, I am with SPEC, Kris is up here with me working with The Loft and Becca is in London with SPECeast. It is nice to have the support and companionship of fellow YAGMs while each contributing to and experiencing a different area of SPEC.
To conclude this SPEC education portion of my blog…. SPEC is affiliated with the Catholic Diocese of Westminster, which includes most of London and the northern country I’m in, Hertfordshire (pronounced Hart-ford-sure). SPEC has two meanings: It first comes from the Latin words “Speculum Vitae” which mean “mirror of life.” It is also an acronym for Spiritual, Personal/Peer, Educational Community. Growing up amidst American Lutheran ministry my entire life, it has been wildly interesting and enlightening to be a part of British Catholic ministry now! I will save some Protestant/Catholic thoughts for another time- but it is worth saying now that it’s been amazing to be welcomed with such loving ecumenical arms here at SPEC—and our differences in practice, theology, worship, etc. has already proven to only add to the riches and experience of this Global Mission year.
On to less logistical info! I had begun to really start feeling the itch to start working! In my mind, time to stop talking and start doing! Fortuately, this past Wednesday/Thursday was our first SPEC retreat—a retreat for about 90 Year 12s (American equivalent= HS Juniors) from a Catholic school in London. Starting in Year 12, the students are beginning “sixth form”, the final (optional) two years of secondary school. It is during these two years they hone in on like 3-4 subjects. From here, they go on to university.
It was a excellent and successful two days of team builders, educational sessions, worship, food and fun. The differences in the educational system are there, but these young people were the sixteen we all know and love. Confused, peer-pressured, defiant, horny, insecure, sports-obsessed, timid, moody, hilarious...need I continue?
In all honesty, while I know I have gifts and experience working teens, I know I carry some personal mess and apprehension into this full year of working with 14-18 yr olds. I believe it is natural to have such concerns because lets face it, teens are tough; not unlike how BEING a teen was tough. A challenge with Camp Luther teens was always the age difference. I was 19/20/21 and trying to lead campers who were only a few years younger than me. After experiencing this week with a small group of 15 young people, I’m beginning to understand two things I have working for me. Being on the brink of 23 allows me to be more removed yet empathetic for all that teenage messiness and joys. Strangely enough, being a foreigner is also going to be a great angle to experience. Not being from here allows me to remove myself from all my former-Marta achievements/experiences/culture so that resting too much on my “American laurels” is not an option. Beyond some of the young people digging talking to me about American pop culture/sports), it was nice to feel like it was really a non-issue to them. Through all of this, this past week affirmed just how much I will be able to contribute and receive from this ministry.
Memorable exchange from my week:
Me: Who are some of your favorite bands?
Music-loving Lad: …on the top of my list is Metallica.
Me: Alright!! Totally—I saw them in concert!
Lad: (eyes widen like saucers) Wow! I’m jealous!
(later in the conversation…)
Lad: I love Def Leppard…..don’t tell me you’ve seen them too!
Me: (Laughter) Yes.
2 of the approx. 7 bands I’ve seen live made this kid think I’m rock royalty! Haha. Good thing—cause I doubt he’d be as impressed with 98 Degrees…..
Shining my light,
Marta
SPEC Staff from our first retreat:
The past three weeks have been filled with “formation”- basically training, community building and preparation for the SPEC year. I now know I am a part of the SPEC Centre team, comprised of 8 volunteers who will be working with young people aged 13-25. The Loft Team is SPEC’s Children’s Ministry project working with 7-14 yr olds. The third SPEC team is located in the east side of London and are appropriately named SPECeast. Of the three SPEC YAGMs, I am with SPEC, Kris is up here with me working with The Loft and Becca is in London with SPECeast. It is nice to have the support and companionship of fellow YAGMs while each contributing to and experiencing a different area of SPEC.
To conclude this SPEC education portion of my blog…. SPEC is affiliated with the Catholic Diocese of Westminster, which includes most of London and the northern country I’m in, Hertfordshire (pronounced Hart-ford-sure). SPEC has two meanings: It first comes from the Latin words “Speculum Vitae” which mean “mirror of life.” It is also an acronym for Spiritual, Personal/Peer, Educational Community. Growing up amidst American Lutheran ministry my entire life, it has been wildly interesting and enlightening to be a part of British Catholic ministry now! I will save some Protestant/Catholic thoughts for another time- but it is worth saying now that it’s been amazing to be welcomed with such loving ecumenical arms here at SPEC—and our differences in practice, theology, worship, etc. has already proven to only add to the riches and experience of this Global Mission year.
On to less logistical info! I had begun to really start feeling the itch to start working! In my mind, time to stop talking and start doing! Fortuately, this past Wednesday/Thursday was our first SPEC retreat—a retreat for about 90 Year 12s (American equivalent= HS Juniors) from a Catholic school in London. Starting in Year 12, the students are beginning “sixth form”, the final (optional) two years of secondary school. It is during these two years they hone in on like 3-4 subjects. From here, they go on to university.
It was a excellent and successful two days of team builders, educational sessions, worship, food and fun. The differences in the educational system are there, but these young people were the sixteen we all know and love. Confused, peer-pressured, defiant, horny, insecure, sports-obsessed, timid, moody, hilarious...need I continue?
In all honesty, while I know I have gifts and experience working teens, I know I carry some personal mess and apprehension into this full year of working with 14-18 yr olds. I believe it is natural to have such concerns because lets face it, teens are tough; not unlike how BEING a teen was tough. A challenge with Camp Luther teens was always the age difference. I was 19/20/21 and trying to lead campers who were only a few years younger than me. After experiencing this week with a small group of 15 young people, I’m beginning to understand two things I have working for me. Being on the brink of 23 allows me to be more removed yet empathetic for all that teenage messiness and joys. Strangely enough, being a foreigner is also going to be a great angle to experience. Not being from here allows me to remove myself from all my former-Marta achievements/experiences/culture so that resting too much on my “American laurels” is not an option. Beyond some of the young people digging talking to me about American pop culture/sports), it was nice to feel like it was really a non-issue to them. Through all of this, this past week affirmed just how much I will be able to contribute and receive from this ministry.
Memorable exchange from my week:
Me: Who are some of your favorite bands?
Music-loving Lad: …on the top of my list is Metallica.
Me: Alright!! Totally—I saw them in concert!
Lad: (eyes widen like saucers) Wow! I’m jealous!
(later in the conversation…)
Lad: I love Def Leppard…..don’t tell me you’ve seen them too!
Me: (Laughter) Yes.
2 of the approx. 7 bands I’ve seen live made this kid think I’m rock royalty! Haha. Good thing—cause I doubt he’d be as impressed with 98 Degrees…..
Shining my light,
Marta
SPEC Staff from our first retreat:
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Heaps Of _______
It seems fairly common for Americans to return from abroad and share lists of things the foreign country had and didn't have as a way to interest their fellow Americans about the different world they experienced. Luckily for you, that time is now and that list is here.
Q: "Hey Marta! What are some things they have in England that we don't have in the US?"
A: "Thank you for asking, friend. In England they have heaps of ________" (Notice my use of "heaps". Look at me using lingo! Haha.)
Fill in the blank:
a) UMBROS. Seriously, I've landed in the land of Umbros...everywhere. And it doesn't stop at the wind-pant esque shorts of early 90s America. Pants, hoodies, hats, even shoes. I suddenly feel the urge to shove some shinguards in my tube socks and go be of little importance on a soccer field.
b) TEA. Its not a English stereotype, kids. Lots and lots of tea. Coffee is a lesser option too during tea breaks. I drink mine straight up! (No milk or sugar...)
c) RABBITS. Rabbits on the SPEC grounds are large and in charge. So so so so so many. Its ridiculous. And they're huge. Like they should be in an episode of the Twilight Zone. They aren't afraid of humans either. *Shiver*
d) COINS There are 8 coins I have counted so far. 1 pence (penny), 2 pence, 5 pence, 10 pence, 20 pence, 50 pence, 1 pound, 2 pound. I rarely feel the desire to tell an entire nation they are wrong-- but 8 coins is what I like to consider OVERKILL! Its confusing and somewhat necessary. Once you add a 1 and 2 dollar equivalent into the mix, no one gives a rat's patoot about the small guys...and all they do is make foreigners like myself feel like like a little kid searching through my change purse to make correct change at checkouts. I pay in cash just so I don't look out of place in stores! (Confession: I sometimes also mask my American accent...shhh!) I'm about to "stick it to the system" and have 2 change purses--- 1 for 50ps, 1 pound, and 2 pounders and one of all the other fluff.
e) CLOTHES LINES I haven't hung up my clothes to dry since...ummmm...Sudie? Did we ever use a clothes line? Enter my year in England. They are everywhere and commonly used. (in addition to dryers) You should see the variety of clothes pins in the store! I can see the clothes line from my room window...in case my clothes start misbehaving out there.
f) MY TWO LONG LOST LOVES! There has been a hole in my foodie-heart ever since my Australian semester abroad. Sweet Chilli Sauce and Penguins (aka Tim Tams) have re-entered my life. Thank you England. I've already done a "Penguin Slam" so Now all I need to do is to drench potato wedges in Sweet Chilli sauce and sour cream and I'm pratically Down Under again!
g) WAYS TO PRONOUCE MARTA In the States, you have a choice between Marda and Marta. (You should choose the latter.) Here, my name is experiencing the land of opportunity! A chance to really explore and try new things via accents! Mah-ta, Marter, Ma-ah, Martuh. For those of you who know that annoying Ting Tings diddy, it is my new theme song- hahahaha. "They call me Mah-ta, they call me Marter, They call me Ma-ah..thats not my name!!"
Mah-ta has had a long day of painting rooms. It is now time to face the mutant rabbit population outside and head back to Chantry Lodge where my bed awaits.
jo ejszakat! (Thats goodnight from my Hungarian co-worker Agi who is sitting next to me!)
-Marta
Q: "Hey Marta! What are some things they have in England that we don't have in the US?"
A: "Thank you for asking, friend. In England they have heaps of ________" (Notice my use of "heaps". Look at me using lingo! Haha.)
Fill in the blank:
a) UMBROS. Seriously, I've landed in the land of Umbros...everywhere. And it doesn't stop at the wind-pant esque shorts of early 90s America. Pants, hoodies, hats, even shoes. I suddenly feel the urge to shove some shinguards in my tube socks and go be of little importance on a soccer field.
b) TEA. Its not a English stereotype, kids. Lots and lots of tea. Coffee is a lesser option too during tea breaks. I drink mine straight up! (No milk or sugar...)
c) RABBITS. Rabbits on the SPEC grounds are large and in charge. So so so so so many. Its ridiculous. And they're huge. Like they should be in an episode of the Twilight Zone. They aren't afraid of humans either. *Shiver*
d) COINS There are 8 coins I have counted so far. 1 pence (penny), 2 pence, 5 pence, 10 pence, 20 pence, 50 pence, 1 pound, 2 pound. I rarely feel the desire to tell an entire nation they are wrong-- but 8 coins is what I like to consider OVERKILL! Its confusing and somewhat necessary. Once you add a 1 and 2 dollar equivalent into the mix, no one gives a rat's patoot about the small guys...and all they do is make foreigners like myself feel like like a little kid searching through my change purse to make correct change at checkouts. I pay in cash just so I don't look out of place in stores! (Confession: I sometimes also mask my American accent...shhh!) I'm about to "stick it to the system" and have 2 change purses--- 1 for 50ps, 1 pound, and 2 pounders and one of all the other fluff.
e) CLOTHES LINES I haven't hung up my clothes to dry since...ummmm...Sudie? Did we ever use a clothes line? Enter my year in England. They are everywhere and commonly used. (in addition to dryers) You should see the variety of clothes pins in the store! I can see the clothes line from my room window...in case my clothes start misbehaving out there.
f) MY TWO LONG LOST LOVES! There has been a hole in my foodie-heart ever since my Australian semester abroad. Sweet Chilli Sauce and Penguins (aka Tim Tams) have re-entered my life. Thank you England. I've already done a "Penguin Slam" so Now all I need to do is to drench potato wedges in Sweet Chilli sauce and sour cream and I'm pratically Down Under again!
g) WAYS TO PRONOUCE MARTA In the States, you have a choice between Marda and Marta. (You should choose the latter.) Here, my name is experiencing the land of opportunity! A chance to really explore and try new things via accents! Mah-ta, Marter, Ma-ah, Martuh. For those of you who know that annoying Ting Tings diddy, it is my new theme song- hahahaha. "They call me Mah-ta, they call me Marter, They call me Ma-ah..thats not my name!!"
Mah-ta has had a long day of painting rooms. It is now time to face the mutant rabbit population outside and head back to Chantry Lodge where my bed awaits.
jo ejszakat! (Thats goodnight from my Hungarian co-worker Agi who is sitting next to me!)
-Marta
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Deep Thoughts With Marta Diehm
And now its time for Deep Thoughts With Marta Diehm...
I lost my control yesterday. My laptop was relaxing comfortably on my desk when my deordorant stick fell from the overhead shelf and landed on the keyboard, therefore popping off the bottom left-hand corner CTRL key.
After a vailant yet unsuccessful effort from my friend Anthony to pop it back on, I am without a control key.
I've lost my control. Interesting indeed.
Ever since my wildly eventful and interesing YAGM Discernment weekend that led me to the UK, there has been many-a small reminders of God's presence and his work and plan throughout this year. I know this year will continue throwing me all kinds of surprises, challenges, joys, and lessons that remind me that its ok to just be. Its ok not to have a plan. Its ok to let go...and that God is certainly good!
I was later told that there is a 2nd CTRL key to the right of the spacebar. Good to know its there, I suppose. But I'm gonna try to live without it.
If you enjoyed this installment of "Deep Thoughts With Marta Handy" stay tuned for other upcoming planned programming here on the MBN (Marta Blog Network):
-Things Overhead During….
-Top Ten Lists
-Getting To Know Marta’s Co-Workers: SPEC Volunteer Profiles
-Where in the World is YAGM 2009-2010
-UK Q&A
-Get Out Your Carpet Squares: Storytime!
-ELCA Global Mission Chatter
Any other ideas for programming? Let me (the program director) know! :)
-M
I lost my control yesterday. My laptop was relaxing comfortably on my desk when my deordorant stick fell from the overhead shelf and landed on the keyboard, therefore popping off the bottom left-hand corner CTRL key.
After a vailant yet unsuccessful effort from my friend Anthony to pop it back on, I am without a control key.
I've lost my control. Interesting indeed.
Ever since my wildly eventful and interesing YAGM Discernment weekend that led me to the UK, there has been many-a small reminders of God's presence and his work and plan throughout this year. I know this year will continue throwing me all kinds of surprises, challenges, joys, and lessons that remind me that its ok to just be. Its ok not to have a plan. Its ok to let go...and that God is certainly good!
I was later told that there is a 2nd CTRL key to the right of the spacebar. Good to know its there, I suppose. But I'm gonna try to live without it.
If you enjoyed this installment of "Deep Thoughts With Marta Handy" stay tuned for other upcoming planned programming here on the MBN (Marta Blog Network):
-Things Overhead During….
-Top Ten Lists
-Getting To Know Marta’s Co-Workers: SPEC Volunteer Profiles
-Where in the World is YAGM 2009-2010
-UK Q&A
-Get Out Your Carpet Squares: Storytime!
-ELCA Global Mission Chatter
Any other ideas for programming? Let me (the program director) know! :)
-M
Connecting, Bonding, and My American Behind Climbing Up Mountains and Trees: A Welsh Adventure
This past week we spent Sunday-Thursday in Snowdonia National Park in Wales for a staff retreat. It was a marvelous week of orientating, group-building, games and over SPEC fun. And I almost forgot—add some serious mountain hiking and high ropes course to that list! (More on those 2 adventures in a minute.) This coming week we start actual job/retreat training, so stay tuned on updates about my actual job description and such!
Wales was a great opportunity to really start to feel connected to this SPEC community. I shall now give you the breakdown of our crew to give you an idea of the community by which I’m so lovingly being embraced!
A breakdown of volunteers (by country!):
England: Hannah, Chris, Ciara, Ange
Germany: Irina, Lisa, Bjorn
Hungary: Sophie, Aggie, B.B
Slovakia: Mataj
Zimbabwe: Anthony
New Zealand: Beckah, Michael
South Korea: Song
Czech Republic: Maggie
U.S (UK YAGMs!): Marta, Kris, Becca
Program Leaders: Luke, Louise, Simon
Directors: Sandra and Dave Satchell, Sabina
Spec Dog: Guinness (my new BFF)
I’m no stranger to community building and that getting-to-know-you period (at Luther, Capital etc.) I think the most gratifying part about this go-round is seeing community development in such a cross-cultural population. Sure, it might take longer (I’d say a little less than half of us have English as a second language.) Learning experiences and self-reflection opportunities are in vast amounts. The amount of sensitivity and compassion I'm already feeling towards this mix of people and what they have to contribute to the SPEC ministry is astounding…and a really, really great feeling.
This wouldn’t be a Marta blog post without a wrap-up of events and highlights in bullet-point list format…Ready. Set. Go!
-I’m so glad I packed Bananagrams! (similar to speed scrabble) We had some pretty intense game play a couple of different nights in our retreat lodge! I’m happy to report that my summer-long Scrabble addiction with Sudie has served me well—I’m quite the competitor!
-I woke up the first morning to a bacon and eggs breakfast and was feeling extra spunky and energetic…so I put on my Camp Luther cap and taught everyone Bacon and Eggs. Although it is traditional English breakfast to serve them with baked beans....SO-- Everyone sing along!! Bacon and Eggs (And Beans!) Bacon and Eggs (And Beans!) Some like theirs fried upside down……
-No surprise that all you needed to connect with boys on a cross-cultural scale was sports! I had a lovely conversation with Dave and Sandra’s son Danny about all things sports and a even more surprising conversation with Bjorn from Germany about none other than the NBA and Dirk Nowitzki (Go Mavericks! Haha)
-Unfortunately it is taking FOREVER to upload the video, but we saw a ton of random sheep and goats on the Welsh countryside- prompting a group of us to sing a rousing rendition of "The Lonely Goatherd." Awesome.
-Mataj from Slovakia loves playing acoustic covers on his guitar including but not limited to: More than Words by Extreme, Wonderwall by Oasis, and Nothing Else Matters by Metallica!! (the last to which I practically teared up…)
-Anthony from Zimbabwe had an awesomely poignant conversation one night about life, families, God etc. Truly amazing to connect and relate to people from entirely different backgrounds.
-I LOVE starting to see humor come out in my international friends! I cracked up when Sophie from Hungary made a witty observation about the crappy weather in Snowdonia: “…more like Raindonia!”
And finally----
Let it be known----Marta S. Diehm hiked a total of 3 long trails—all in the pouring, messy rain! And on top of that: Marta S. Diehm completed a no-nonsense high ropes course. I’m talking like 30 elements…way high up…demanding great stamina and bravery. Of course the instructors say that anyone (size, shape, age, ability) can complete it and that its more mental than physical. Sure my mind was tested--- but I am no stranger to the truth about my lack of athleticism and upper body strength. There’s a reason I was never a recipient of the Physical Fitness Award throughout elementary school and junior high. Well Bill Clinton, you can keep your stinkin’ certificate and ribbon. Cause 22-yr-old Marta Diehm could be found atop a Welsh treetop hauling her ass through trees, obstacles, fears, frustrations, tears and triumphs! I had a lovely father figure (SPEC Director Dave) in front showing me the way and giving advice. I had a great sister figure in Kris providing support behind me. I also had Londoner Luke behind her; playing the role of comic relief. Thanks to him, the South Park quotes started to flow and “Amer-i-ca *#&# Yeah!” was sung when I conquered obstacles—Brillant!!
At one point when I found myself ziplining into an awaiting cargo net, I bursted into tears of relief—I sure have come a long way from the cargo net lowered from the stage area of the R.C Waters gym! Wahoo!! I can’t wait to share some pictures from that day when they surface!
Coming up soon—a brief rundown of my first trip into London and more!
Leave some comments, lads and lassies!!
Shining my light,
Marta
Wales was a great opportunity to really start to feel connected to this SPEC community. I shall now give you the breakdown of our crew to give you an idea of the community by which I’m so lovingly being embraced!
A breakdown of volunteers (by country!):
England: Hannah, Chris, Ciara, Ange
Germany: Irina, Lisa, Bjorn
Hungary: Sophie, Aggie, B.B
Slovakia: Mataj
Zimbabwe: Anthony
New Zealand: Beckah, Michael
South Korea: Song
Czech Republic: Maggie
U.S (UK YAGMs!): Marta, Kris, Becca
Program Leaders: Luke, Louise, Simon
Directors: Sandra and Dave Satchell, Sabina
Spec Dog: Guinness (my new BFF)
I’m no stranger to community building and that getting-to-know-you period (at Luther, Capital etc.) I think the most gratifying part about this go-round is seeing community development in such a cross-cultural population. Sure, it might take longer (I’d say a little less than half of us have English as a second language.) Learning experiences and self-reflection opportunities are in vast amounts. The amount of sensitivity and compassion I'm already feeling towards this mix of people and what they have to contribute to the SPEC ministry is astounding…and a really, really great feeling.
This wouldn’t be a Marta blog post without a wrap-up of events and highlights in bullet-point list format…Ready. Set. Go!
-I’m so glad I packed Bananagrams! (similar to speed scrabble) We had some pretty intense game play a couple of different nights in our retreat lodge! I’m happy to report that my summer-long Scrabble addiction with Sudie has served me well—I’m quite the competitor!
-I woke up the first morning to a bacon and eggs breakfast and was feeling extra spunky and energetic…so I put on my Camp Luther cap and taught everyone Bacon and Eggs. Although it is traditional English breakfast to serve them with baked beans....SO-- Everyone sing along!! Bacon and Eggs (And Beans!) Bacon and Eggs (And Beans!) Some like theirs fried upside down……
-No surprise that all you needed to connect with boys on a cross-cultural scale was sports! I had a lovely conversation with Dave and Sandra’s son Danny about all things sports and a even more surprising conversation with Bjorn from Germany about none other than the NBA and Dirk Nowitzki (Go Mavericks! Haha)
-Unfortunately it is taking FOREVER to upload the video, but we saw a ton of random sheep and goats on the Welsh countryside- prompting a group of us to sing a rousing rendition of "The Lonely Goatherd." Awesome.
-Mataj from Slovakia loves playing acoustic covers on his guitar including but not limited to: More than Words by Extreme, Wonderwall by Oasis, and Nothing Else Matters by Metallica!! (the last to which I practically teared up…)
-Anthony from Zimbabwe had an awesomely poignant conversation one night about life, families, God etc. Truly amazing to connect and relate to people from entirely different backgrounds.
-I LOVE starting to see humor come out in my international friends! I cracked up when Sophie from Hungary made a witty observation about the crappy weather in Snowdonia: “…more like Raindonia!”
And finally----
Let it be known----Marta S. Diehm hiked a total of 3 long trails—all in the pouring, messy rain! And on top of that: Marta S. Diehm completed a no-nonsense high ropes course. I’m talking like 30 elements…way high up…demanding great stamina and bravery. Of course the instructors say that anyone (size, shape, age, ability) can complete it and that its more mental than physical. Sure my mind was tested--- but I am no stranger to the truth about my lack of athleticism and upper body strength. There’s a reason I was never a recipient of the Physical Fitness Award throughout elementary school and junior high. Well Bill Clinton, you can keep your stinkin’ certificate and ribbon. Cause 22-yr-old Marta Diehm could be found atop a Welsh treetop hauling her ass through trees, obstacles, fears, frustrations, tears and triumphs! I had a lovely father figure (SPEC Director Dave) in front showing me the way and giving advice. I had a great sister figure in Kris providing support behind me. I also had Londoner Luke behind her; playing the role of comic relief. Thanks to him, the South Park quotes started to flow and “Amer-i-ca *#&# Yeah!” was sung when I conquered obstacles—Brillant!!
At one point when I found myself ziplining into an awaiting cargo net, I bursted into tears of relief—I sure have come a long way from the cargo net lowered from the stage area of the R.C Waters gym! Wahoo!! I can’t wait to share some pictures from that day when they surface!
Coming up soon—a brief rundown of my first trip into London and more!
Leave some comments, lads and lassies!!
Shining my light,
Marta
Saturday, August 29, 2009
A Lot to Process....So Here's a List!
Hello All!
I am happy to report I am heading into my 3rd happy and healthy night in my English bed at SPEC! We arrived here Thursday after a flight over the Atlantic from Chicago (during which I got to sit next to fellow YAGM and Ohioan, Traci!)
This place, people and ministry is going to be easy to fall in love with. For this I am sure. Do you know that feeling when you can fully anticipate totally awesomeness and good things to come in the future, although those feelings are down the road a bit? Thats me now. This is for sure where I'm supposed to be. I know I will be able to thrive, contribute, learn, be challenged and fulfilled. This environment is suitable for all those things. And yet, these first couple of days in my new home and culture have been such a whirlwind of emotions and components, it really is taking me a while to process it. Perhaps its not something TO fully process--- and yet, I think it is human nature to take stabs at it the best I can. We are headed up to Snowdonia (a national park in Wales-- google it!) for a week of community building, training, and orientation. Should be a lovely experience!
Instead of rambling to you all any more, I shall leave you will a bullet-pointed list of some random things in my head worth sharing:
1. I will never forget the excitement and look in Rebekah's (a SPEC team member from New Zealand) face as she ran to me and Kris in the international arrivals area in London Heathrow with a SPEC sign. Pure happiness and comfort.
2. The sun was SHINING down on the English countryside and SPEC grounds when we arrived. Like out of the movies!
3. Experiencing the glow of candlelight on people's faces during evening prayer reminds me of Camp Luther- and keeps me inspired by all my brothers and sisters in Christ.
4. A sink in my bedroom means not having to brush my teeth publicy. Score one for Marta!
5. There is Sweet Chilli Sauce in the UK. There IS a God! :)
6. When having difficulty being about to converse with a Slovakian male, bring up Marian Hossa and soon that broken English will be chatting your eye off!
7. Getting to know you games, team builders and skits are a WHOLE different experience once you add in various elements of cross-cultural communication. I will come out of this year a better leader, listener, and empathizer for SURE
8. Nothing beats learning the swear words of your host culture. The pained-with-laughing looks on the faces of Germans, Hungarians, and Slovakians as they clearly discussed 4-letter words was priceless.
9. Steven Segal is a big deal in Hungary. Haha.
10. I miss my fellow YAGMs worldwide and think of them often. Bringing us together for orientation during a vulnerable/exciting time in our lives only to split us up feels like being snatched up from the puppy litter. :(
11. I'm back to having about 4 different pronouciations of my name- all which make me smile-- and are welcomed a helluva lot more than the lazy America "Marddda".
12. I'll look forward to experiencing London for the first time. Probably within the next couple of weeks.
Gotta go pack my backpack for Wales! Happy September to you all!
Shining my light,
Marta
More pics to come (a link out to anoher site eventually). But until then...
Ohio on the plane:
A few SPEC ladies:
My winning team during a recent "Cross the Swamp" Challenge:
I am happy to report I am heading into my 3rd happy and healthy night in my English bed at SPEC! We arrived here Thursday after a flight over the Atlantic from Chicago (during which I got to sit next to fellow YAGM and Ohioan, Traci!)
This place, people and ministry is going to be easy to fall in love with. For this I am sure. Do you know that feeling when you can fully anticipate totally awesomeness and good things to come in the future, although those feelings are down the road a bit? Thats me now. This is for sure where I'm supposed to be. I know I will be able to thrive, contribute, learn, be challenged and fulfilled. This environment is suitable for all those things. And yet, these first couple of days in my new home and culture have been such a whirlwind of emotions and components, it really is taking me a while to process it. Perhaps its not something TO fully process--- and yet, I think it is human nature to take stabs at it the best I can. We are headed up to Snowdonia (a national park in Wales-- google it!) for a week of community building, training, and orientation. Should be a lovely experience!
Instead of rambling to you all any more, I shall leave you will a bullet-pointed list of some random things in my head worth sharing:
1. I will never forget the excitement and look in Rebekah's (a SPEC team member from New Zealand) face as she ran to me and Kris in the international arrivals area in London Heathrow with a SPEC sign. Pure happiness and comfort.
2. The sun was SHINING down on the English countryside and SPEC grounds when we arrived. Like out of the movies!
3. Experiencing the glow of candlelight on people's faces during evening prayer reminds me of Camp Luther- and keeps me inspired by all my brothers and sisters in Christ.
4. A sink in my bedroom means not having to brush my teeth publicy. Score one for Marta!
5. There is Sweet Chilli Sauce in the UK. There IS a God! :)
6. When having difficulty being about to converse with a Slovakian male, bring up Marian Hossa and soon that broken English will be chatting your eye off!
7. Getting to know you games, team builders and skits are a WHOLE different experience once you add in various elements of cross-cultural communication. I will come out of this year a better leader, listener, and empathizer for SURE
8. Nothing beats learning the swear words of your host culture. The pained-with-laughing looks on the faces of Germans, Hungarians, and Slovakians as they clearly discussed 4-letter words was priceless.
9. Steven Segal is a big deal in Hungary. Haha.
10. I miss my fellow YAGMs worldwide and think of them often. Bringing us together for orientation during a vulnerable/exciting time in our lives only to split us up feels like being snatched up from the puppy litter. :(
11. I'm back to having about 4 different pronouciations of my name- all which make me smile-- and are welcomed a helluva lot more than the lazy America "Marddda".
12. I'll look forward to experiencing London for the first time. Probably within the next couple of weeks.
Gotta go pack my backpack for Wales! Happy September to you all!
Shining my light,
Marta
More pics to come (a link out to anoher site eventually). But until then...
Ohio on the plane:
A few SPEC ladies:
My winning team during a recent "Cross the Swamp" Challenge:
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
UK All the Way!
“This is the day that the Lord has made. Let us rejoice and be glad in it.”
Today is the day!
After a week of ELCA orientation in Chicago, it is time to bid adieu to 43 of my fellow YAGMs, Hyde Park, and the United States of America as myself and 6 London-area YAGMs head across the pond this evening.
This week of orientation has been exactly what I’ve needed to prepare. Thought-provoking dialogue, questioning, logistical training, fellowship, friends and laughter… There was a dance lessons in Grant Park, chance to see Kellen's improv show, partaking in American food, being goofy and college-like in the hallways of our dorm, exploring Hyde Park (hi Obamas!) and an interpretive dance piece at last night's open mic night by the Pittsburgh Society of Interpretive Dance and Towels. (4 founding members).
It is truly amazing how quickly bonds are formed and then nurtured. It is my hope that we all are eager and equipped to form bonds in all the different cross cultural contexts we are about to engage. I’m not all too surprised about our successful attempts at forming meaningful and compatible relationships with fellow Lutheran 20-somethings. It is now time, however, to turn our hearts and minds to forming those same types of bonds with our brothers and sisters in Christ all over the world.
And I mean ALL over the world. Just to give you a break down of countries where Young Adults in Global Mission (YAGM) is present this year…
Mexico (5), Argentina (3), Uruguay (2), U.K (12), South Africa (10), Jerusalem/West Bank (6), Slovakia (3), Hungary (3) and Malaysia (6).
I look forward to connecting with all my peers and in turn, passing on some blog links and such to you all if you’re interested in following the program beyond all the Marta goods I’m producing.
I am currently sitting in a University of Chicago dorm laundry room preparing for the repacking and preparations of today before our flight. These past 8 months of transition and change have brought me to a time in my life I can’t WAIT to get started. I thank God for the multiple blessings, gifts, opportunities and people in my life that have brought me thus far, and continue to shape me as an individual as I fly over the Atlantic for this big adventure.
You will for sure hear a lot of the ELCA Mission philosophy and theology throughout this year--- but for starters, here is a train of thought one of the YAGM alumni shared this week…
“This year isn’t about going out to change the world, but being ready and willing for the world to change you.”
Letting my light shine,
Marta
Today is the day!
After a week of ELCA orientation in Chicago, it is time to bid adieu to 43 of my fellow YAGMs, Hyde Park, and the United States of America as myself and 6 London-area YAGMs head across the pond this evening.
This week of orientation has been exactly what I’ve needed to prepare. Thought-provoking dialogue, questioning, logistical training, fellowship, friends and laughter… There was a dance lessons in Grant Park, chance to see Kellen's improv show, partaking in American food, being goofy and college-like in the hallways of our dorm, exploring Hyde Park (hi Obamas!) and an interpretive dance piece at last night's open mic night by the Pittsburgh Society of Interpretive Dance and Towels. (4 founding members).
It is truly amazing how quickly bonds are formed and then nurtured. It is my hope that we all are eager and equipped to form bonds in all the different cross cultural contexts we are about to engage. I’m not all too surprised about our successful attempts at forming meaningful and compatible relationships with fellow Lutheran 20-somethings. It is now time, however, to turn our hearts and minds to forming those same types of bonds with our brothers and sisters in Christ all over the world.
And I mean ALL over the world. Just to give you a break down of countries where Young Adults in Global Mission (YAGM) is present this year…
Mexico (5), Argentina (3), Uruguay (2), U.K (12), South Africa (10), Jerusalem/West Bank (6), Slovakia (3), Hungary (3) and Malaysia (6).
I look forward to connecting with all my peers and in turn, passing on some blog links and such to you all if you’re interested in following the program beyond all the Marta goods I’m producing.
I am currently sitting in a University of Chicago dorm laundry room preparing for the repacking and preparations of today before our flight. These past 8 months of transition and change have brought me to a time in my life I can’t WAIT to get started. I thank God for the multiple blessings, gifts, opportunities and people in my life that have brought me thus far, and continue to shape me as an individual as I fly over the Atlantic for this big adventure.
You will for sure hear a lot of the ELCA Mission philosophy and theology throughout this year--- but for starters, here is a train of thought one of the YAGM alumni shared this week…
“This year isn’t about going out to change the world, but being ready and willing for the world to change you.”
Letting my light shine,
Marta
Monday, August 17, 2009
Thoughts On A Summer Night
As I sit here on the Diehm family back porch on a gorgeous night in the suburbs of Pittsburgh, PA, I can't help but contemplate my adventure ahead. I leave on Wednesday for our week-long ELCA orientation, followed by my flight to London Heathrow on Wed. August 26th. Though I'm bound to be an emotional tub of goo as I kiss my family goodbye, I can't wait to be welcomed by my ELCA and YAGM family in Chicago. I imagine that week will be filled with fun, fellowship and a community of Lutheran 20-somethings that I feel so connected to and grateful for even before we've gone off on our years of service.
I promise I won't break into a chorus of "I have confidence in sunnnnshine...." (although, Maria singing and dancing with her luggage on the way to the Von Trapp villa HAS crossed my mind a few times). Still, my life is about to take quite a dramatic shift- and I am so confident, ready, thankful and delighted about the path to which God has led me. After I was "commissoned" today during the church service, I took a seat and started thinking about all my friends about to embark on a transitional stage in their lives. Some, like me, are going to serve. Some are starting grad school. Some are beginning jobs. Some are trying to FIND jobs. Some are getting married. Some are loving the single life. Some are taking big steps into their futures. Some are remaining antsy about the future on their parents' couches. All are in my thoughts as I leave my Midwestern upbringing for my life phase overseas.
Time sure does fly. Salvaging Facebook pictures and saving them onto my new computer this weekend was quite the trip down memory lane. It doesn't seem that long ago that I was eager with anticipation to start my freshman year at Capital.
"Whats this going to be like?" "Who will I meet?" "What am I going to get out of this?" All these questions have surely infultrated the minds of YAGMs throughout the summer and yet....
A YAGM alumni told us at our interview weekend: "Before you leave-- write down all your expectations and then put that piece of paper through a shredder." I have yet to physically carry out this bit of advice, and yet I have really tried mentally prepare myself without letting anticipations and expectations get in the way. I am a life long rule follower who enjoys guidelines, expectations, and bullet-pointed criteria. Its been nice to begin to give up this yearning for control- and these past 8 months of YAGM discernment and preparation have helped me to do just that. I anticipate many more "letting go" lessons throughout this year.
Instead of getting TOO theological on all you blog folk (I don't want to scare you away in my second post!), I will leave you with one of my favorite quotes from the endearing and thought-provoking Forrest Gump :)
"I don't know if Momma was right or if, if it's Lieutenant Dan. I don't know if we each have a destiny, or if we're all just floating around accidental-like on a breeze, but I, I think maybe it's both. Maybe both are happening at the same time."
Whether you feel like you're currently fulfilling your destiny, floating aimlessly on the breeze, or somewhere in between-- may you be filled with happiness as you embark on the Fall 2009 chapter of your life!
Shining my light,
Marta
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I promise I won't break into a chorus of "I have confidence in sunnnnshine...." (although, Maria singing and dancing with her luggage on the way to the Von Trapp villa HAS crossed my mind a few times). Still, my life is about to take quite a dramatic shift- and I am so confident, ready, thankful and delighted about the path to which God has led me. After I was "commissoned" today during the church service, I took a seat and started thinking about all my friends about to embark on a transitional stage in their lives. Some, like me, are going to serve. Some are starting grad school. Some are beginning jobs. Some are trying to FIND jobs. Some are getting married. Some are loving the single life. Some are taking big steps into their futures. Some are remaining antsy about the future on their parents' couches. All are in my thoughts as I leave my Midwestern upbringing for my life phase overseas.
Time sure does fly. Salvaging Facebook pictures and saving them onto my new computer this weekend was quite the trip down memory lane. It doesn't seem that long ago that I was eager with anticipation to start my freshman year at Capital.
"Whats this going to be like?" "Who will I meet?" "What am I going to get out of this?" All these questions have surely infultrated the minds of YAGMs throughout the summer and yet....
A YAGM alumni told us at our interview weekend: "Before you leave-- write down all your expectations and then put that piece of paper through a shredder." I have yet to physically carry out this bit of advice, and yet I have really tried mentally prepare myself without letting anticipations and expectations get in the way. I am a life long rule follower who enjoys guidelines, expectations, and bullet-pointed criteria. Its been nice to begin to give up this yearning for control- and these past 8 months of YAGM discernment and preparation have helped me to do just that. I anticipate many more "letting go" lessons throughout this year.
Instead of getting TOO theological on all you blog folk (I don't want to scare you away in my second post!), I will leave you with one of my favorite quotes from the endearing and thought-provoking Forrest Gump :)
"I don't know if Momma was right or if, if it's Lieutenant Dan. I don't know if we each have a destiny, or if we're all just floating around accidental-like on a breeze, but I, I think maybe it's both. Maybe both are happening at the same time."
Whether you feel like you're currently fulfilling your destiny, floating aimlessly on the breeze, or somewhere in between-- may you be filled with happiness as you embark on the Fall 2009 chapter of your life!
Shining my light,
Marta
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Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Ready, Set, Go! (on August 19...)
Greetings!
You found my blog- yippee!! I hope you like what you see. I've spent quite some time getting things set up and playing with color schemes and such. (Which should not be surprising to those who know me well..) Don't be alarmed if throughout this year you visit an updated and
different-looking set up. It's what I do.
In just about 3 weeks, I leave for the next big chapter of my life-- a year of service through the ELCA's Young Adults in Global Mission Program. An application process, phone interviews, Discernment and Interview Weekend, more interviews, an official placement and a Pittsburgh summer full of fundraising and preparations have all lead me to SPEC; an organization affiliated with the Westminster Diocese of the Catholic Church in England. SPEC runs 3 youth ministry retreat centers, and though they are still officially placing me on one of the teams, I know I will be part of the SPEC community in London Colney, about 20-30 minutes outside of London in the London Colney/St. Albans area. Check out SPEC here! http://www.spec.org.uk/ (FYI: the acronym is pronounced "speck", as in a speck of dirt. :)
I'm so excited to be sharing in my experience and having all my friends and family "go along" with me through this blog. God has blessed me so much already through this discernment and preparation period of this experience. I am so fortunate to have such love and support from so many of you. I know my Australia blog was a big hit with many, so I hope this one won't dissapoint.
It means a lot when people say, "Marta, this sounds SO like you.....They are going to love you.... God is going to do amazing things through you this year.....etc." I have tried my hardest to visualize and expect only so much throughout this preparation summer--with the understanding that this year with unfold in a variety of crazy, challenging, emotional, and captivating ways. I'm just thrilled to "not be in control" and so happy just to be along for the ride!
I shall leave you with just a few bullet points of clarification for inquiring minds!
-I begin my placement on August 27th. Before I fly across the pond, we have ELCA Global Mission orientation in Chicago starting Aug. 19th
-The retreat center I will be working at is residential, so I will have my own room and shared bathroom facilities (Hellloooo college dorm! Yesss!)
-It is strongly enforced by the ELCA to not come home during your year of service...and that doesn't bother me! I look forward to traveling Europe during my time off (ex. Christmas Break), and also welcoming a visit WBD and Sue sometime in the Spring! (and maybe my sibs too!)
-I will be paid through a small living stipend and through room and board. Sounds like Camp Luther, huh?
-I will be home most likely at the end of July or beginning of August 2010.
-The ELCA works with a larger ecumenical volunteer corps called Time For God. http://www.timeforgod.org/ TFG is comprised of around 100 volunteers all over the UK and was responsible for my placement with SPEC. There are 13 other YAGMs (Young Adults in Global Mission) in the UK this year-- 2 of which are placed with SPEC with me!
-If you want to talk with me online, check out Skype! http://www.skype.com/
You found my blog- yippee!! I hope you like what you see. I've spent quite some time getting things set up and playing with color schemes and such. (Which should not be surprising to those who know me well..) Don't be alarmed if throughout this year you visit an updated and
different-looking set up. It's what I do.
In just about 3 weeks, I leave for the next big chapter of my life-- a year of service through the ELCA's Young Adults in Global Mission Program. An application process, phone interviews, Discernment and Interview Weekend, more interviews, an official placement and a Pittsburgh summer full of fundraising and preparations have all lead me to SPEC; an organization affiliated with the Westminster Diocese of the Catholic Church in England. SPEC runs 3 youth ministry retreat centers, and though they are still officially placing me on one of the teams, I know I will be part of the SPEC community in London Colney, about 20-30 minutes outside of London in the London Colney/St. Albans area. Check out SPEC here! http://www.spec.org.uk/ (FYI: the acronym is pronounced "speck", as in a speck of dirt. :)
I'm so excited to be sharing in my experience and having all my friends and family "go along" with me through this blog. God has blessed me so much already through this discernment and preparation period of this experience. I am so fortunate to have such love and support from so many of you. I know my Australia blog was a big hit with many, so I hope this one won't dissapoint.
It means a lot when people say, "Marta, this sounds SO like you.....They are going to love you.... God is going to do amazing things through you this year.....etc." I have tried my hardest to visualize and expect only so much throughout this preparation summer--with the understanding that this year with unfold in a variety of crazy, challenging, emotional, and captivating ways. I'm just thrilled to "not be in control" and so happy just to be along for the ride!
I shall leave you with just a few bullet points of clarification for inquiring minds!
-I begin my placement on August 27th. Before I fly across the pond, we have ELCA Global Mission orientation in Chicago starting Aug. 19th
-The retreat center I will be working at is residential, so I will have my own room and shared bathroom facilities (Hellloooo college dorm! Yesss!)
-It is strongly enforced by the ELCA to not come home during your year of service...and that doesn't bother me! I look forward to traveling Europe during my time off (ex. Christmas Break), and also welcoming a visit WBD and Sue sometime in the Spring! (and maybe my sibs too!)
-I will be paid through a small living stipend and through room and board. Sounds like Camp Luther, huh?
-I will be home most likely at the end of July or beginning of August 2010.
-The ELCA works with a larger ecumenical volunteer corps called Time For God. http://www.timeforgod.org/ TFG is comprised of around 100 volunteers all over the UK and was responsible for my placement with SPEC. There are 13 other YAGMs (Young Adults in Global Mission) in the UK this year-- 2 of which are placed with SPEC with me!
-If you want to talk with me online, check out Skype! http://www.skype.com/
And finally- I really want to start getting an idea of who is reading my blog. I promise fun, interactive polls/games/Marta-esque "community building" strategies for those who read my blog. So-- roll call-- state your name, hometown and how you know me/stumbled across my blog- Post in a comment!
Thanks again for making your way over here. I look forward to bringing you along!
Peace,
Marta Diehm
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