Monday, October 20, 2014

Thursday October 16, 2014

            Today was another eye opening day to what has been happening in the Borderlands.  It was an honor for us to meet and talk with people who active in the ministry of hospitality with the refugees.  We had spent some time at Calvary Baptist Church in McAllen with Pastor Julio who gave a lecture on the biblical and theological foundations for hospitality towards the non-native traveler.  Pastor Julio also talked about the frustration that they have with the misinformation that the news media reports with the humanitarian crisis on the border.  After the pastor talked, we had the fortunate experience of talking with a woman who has worked with refugees.  Unfortunately, I cannot reveal anything what this woman had told us but I was truly moved by the work she done and truly humbled by her strong faith in God.
            Later in the day, we had the privilege of talking with Ann Cass, executive director of Proyecto Azteca.  Proyecto Azteca is a nationally recognized, self-help housing organization that has huge involvement in the community and has trained and financed numerous families in constructing their own homes and some are first time home owners in the different colonias within Hidalgo County.  It was inspiring for me to see the passion that Ann has with what the organization does for low income families and helping the people help themselves to restore the respect and dignity that these people deserve.  She also gave us a presentation on the negative impact that the border fence has had which left me angry and frustrated with how our political leaders have poorly attempted to address the issue with immigration.  After the presentation, one the staff members of the organization, Raul, took on us on a tour to the colonias and saw the work that they have done for these families.
Las Colonias outside of San Jaun, texas
            Despite the frustrations that I have had, today has left me with hope that the different churches in the area have stepped up and responded to this humanitarian crisis on the border.  It is humbling to see how these communities of faith are living out the biblical message of welcoming the stranger from a foreign land and treating them as their own.

Eric Peterson



Riding back to Austin from the Borderlands gave me time to ponder over the experiences that I have had with seeing first-hand the reality of the border region.  I have seen and heard just how complex the Borderlands really is.  I have found myself going through different emotions with trying to process the chaos that is the reality of the Borderlands.  Embracing the chaos has created a mixture of frustration, anger in me throughout the duration of this trip.  I have witnessed the sad reality of how militarized the border can be.  I have been told how the causes for the heavy migration runs far deeper than the simplified explanations of the news media and opponents who fear these immigrants and refugees.

Andalzuas Park, McAllen, Texas
Pondering further on this trip has also filled me with a great deal of hope and inspiration.  I am inspired by the service and dedication that different churches have with regards to responding to the crisis on the border.  I have hope from seeing the unity of different denominations in the McAllen area working together to provide basic needs for these people, some of whom have lost almost everything.  I have hope that there is work being done to help restore dignity to people who gone through so much and truly know the meaning of exile and displacement.  I am inspired by the strong faith in God whether it is from the refugees or from the volunteers.
Sacred Heart Relief Center  
 Thinking through what I have experienced leads me to wonder…what’s next?  Where do we go from here?  I have the urge to educate myself more about the realities of the Borderlands to get a better understanding of it.  I have the urge to educate others on how complex the realities of the Borderlands really are.  So much of the biblical narrative of exile and displacement relates to what is happening in the Borderlands. There is still so much that I am still processing from this trip but having these urges is a start. There is so much still to learn about how entwined power, identity, and culture are in this region.      

Eric Peterson

Sunday, October 19, 2014


The trip to the borderlands has convinced me of the importance of first person interactions.  It makes a huge difference to SEE the reactions of people who are treated kindly.  Their smiles.  It makes a difference to hear the calm, humble demeanor of those who help.  To hear a volunteer say she does not judge our government.  It makes a difference to see militarization first hand.  To see Texas Highway Patrol cover their faces in a speed boat to protect themselves and their families from the cartels.  These are stories that need to be told.
I was also struck by the lack of anger.  I only saw anger expressed once by a leader of a non-profit who is angry at the billions (yes, I said billions) spent on the ineffectual wall.  NBC reported in June 2013 that a GAO analysis found “the cost of pedestrian fencing ranged between $400,000 and $15 million per mile with an average of $3.9 million a mile.”  The people we met are more at peace living in borderland tension than the rest of America.  I often hear people speak with prejudice about immigrants equal to what I heard about African Americans in the 60s. 
The ‘60s too was a time of change and fear.  Fear of dissolution of the world “as I know it.”  One border leader said we are guilty of “NIMBY-ism” meaning “not in my backyard”.   We were told about the wall dividing a rancher’s land.  (The wall is not built at the literal border.)  The rancher asked how he was to get his cattle to the other side for grazing.  The builders offered to build a gate with a code so he could open it.  The rancher declined saying he did not want a code for the cartel would beat him to get the code.   

The people I met living in the borderlands seemed to demonstrate the peace that surpasses understanding despite being in the midst of turmoil and struggle.  To me they appeared to be an in-breaking of the Kingdom of God.

Wenday Manuel
Now two days removed from the conclusion of our trip to the borderlands, the inevitable return to the same old daily routines is well underway. The problem, however, is that I am not the same. Although the trip was only five days, my mind and heart have been challenged and changed in substantial ways. This kind of transformation tends to happen when one leaves their familiar environment for a significantly different one, and is forced to wrestle face-to-face with issues usually discussed in theory.
Border Fence, Eagle Pass, Texas
This is most certainly the case after this past week on the Texas-Mexico border. Subjects like Immigration, smuggling, multi-million dollar fences, Latin American cartels, and undocumented families living in the United States were much easier to debate before I could associate the names and faces of individuals victimized by said issues.

Listening to some of the lobbyists, social workers, faith leaders, and other longstanding organization personnel did not simplify these issues, as much as begin the process of education, which has become most formative. Becoming more informed on these topics is of upmost importance, not only for my own political and theological formation, but also for the ability to more thoroughly engage these topics with others.

The most frequent question for the above civic leaders, from us seminarians, was: "What can we do?; What part can we play?" There a number of responses given, but at the most basic level education seemed the most common and imminent. Unsurprisingly, these community leaders expressed their frustration with how misconstrued news reports tended to be, as well as how many myths about border topics were in circulation. They were all so appreciative of the fact that we had come to experience the borderlands firsthand, and encouraged us to visit and volunteer in the future. But in the meantime, they admonished us to make the simple, practical adjustment of reeducation; for ourselves and others.
Sacred Heart Relief Center

Rather than allow misinformed arguments and conversations to continue around us, I now understand that my duty is to challenge colleagues, peers, or family members that may have wrong information. Of course, this takes wisdom, but I have seen and heard too much already to simply overlook such problematic talk. I may not possess the answers or means to solve these complex issues, but I do have a voice to represent marginalized individuals living on the border; especially those who have been deprived of their own voices.

Our Lady Of Refuge, Eagle Pass, Texas

My same, old, daily routine will continue as my semester goes forward, but my prayer is to have the courage to continue on this path of reeducation; to not neglect my responsibility to represent the victims, leaders, and overall status of the borderlands. 

Jose Ruiz
After Trip Thoughts

The travel part of the class down to the borderlands is now over. This trip was emotional in the sense that you felt so small, when confronted with the huge number of undocumented children fleeing Central America and seeking refuge here in the USA. What could you do as an individual do? Yet at the same time encouraged and shown that every little bit helps and too not get wrapped up in focusing on the huge situation before you.

You intuitively know the overwhelming situation is there yet, your focus needs to be in the present and on the task at hand. I felt encouraged since the workers we were introduced to were definitely putting Matthew 6:34 into action: “Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough troubles of its own. (niv)” Showing us how to focus on the task at hand.
Sacred Heart Relief Center, McAllen, Texas
These regular volunteers were an example of “living by faith,” not knowing where the next support was coming from to help these unfortunate child refugees from Central America, or even knowing what extra special needs they might require besides the basics for a healthy life as in: a clean shower, clean change of clothes, medical attention, and a phone call to their USA contact. 
Our Lady of Refuge, Eagle Pass, Texas
These volunteers across a variety of denominations were working together by focusing on the need, and not differences in theology or tradition, to truly show the “LOVE of Christ” to anyone walking in the door, whether a volunteer, news reporter, refugee, or anyone in-between.

This is an example we can all learn from for our daily living. All too often we try to make sure we have the “t’s” crossed, and the “i’s” dotted before we step out and do something. Yet that is not the definition of “faith.” Which is what Jesus asks us to live by.


Another characteristic that these regular volunteers show us, when you get a chance to hear their stories, is that they were not looking to serve; yet when this crises happened came to their front porch the love if Jesus shown in their hearts that they had to respond. And respond they did by faith, before all was set up for them. That initial step of faith, Jesus Christ responded. 
Iglesia Luterana San Lucas, Eagle Pass, Texas
All over the Rio Grande Valley they found each other and knowing that it was better to combine their energies for the long haul then to continue to work separately. They all agree that only by Jesus Christ did they find each other, and then their love for Jesus Christ shown first, before differences, thus Jesus Christ opened more doors for them to function better. Truly here faith math came into play 1+1+ Faith > 4! 

Cliff Frederick            
Borderlands… Thoughts from Home

APTS Students on the steps of First Presbyterian Church Brownsville, TX
    We’ve been home now for not quite 48 hours from our Borderlands trip. I’m still processing all the personal testimonies that were shared and all the voiceless testimonies we witnessed. It was a beautiful week, but it was hard, unsettling and has stirred my spirit in unexpected ways. When asked today, “what was the hardest part of the trip for you?” several images made their way to the forefront of my mind. The first thought I had was of the refugees we served at that the Sacred Heart Relief Center. When we show them where the showers are, we have to take their old clothes and shoes and throw them away (Health Department regulations). They were given new clothes and shoes, but there was a clear feeling of loss on their faces. There was one woman in particular whose expression is still vivid to me. She seemed both sad and a little relieved. Each of the refugees had little to nothing that had brought with them and they had to watch us throw out some of their last remaining items from home.

   On Thursday we heard a presentation from the pastor at Calvary Baptist Church and it was based on Matthew 25 – that when we offer food, clothes, hospitality to the least of these, our brothers and sisters, we offer it to Jesus. There is a lot of good work being done along the border to help the incoming refugees. 

So much more than you or I will know. It is not publicized or media highlighted. There are many unknown heroes and angels doing everything they can with the limited resources available to receive the people coming in. But as I have meditated on this Matthew passage and reflected on my time at the border, I find I’m unsettled in my spirit. The text says that when we meet the needs of the least of these, we are meeting the needs of Jesus. 

We don’t just go to “be Jesus” to others but to “see Jesus” in others. If I were greeting Jesus in the bus station and bringing him back to the relief center, would I be ok with giving him someone else’s cast off (though laundered) underwear to wear? Would I not find the best that I have to clothe him? We in the church have a biblical call to the alien, the stranger, the least, the lost, the broken, the harassed and the helpless - to offer them a home and restore their dignity. 

When we would ask, what is their best hope, what is next best step, we were told that we were their best hope. We are the next best step. So I would ask that you seek God’s heart for the Borderlands and her people. Pray for eyes that see the face of Jesus in the “stranger” and not just someone who is “other.” Pray for us live into the call to be their hope.


 Michelle Vernone
Concluding Thoughts

I return from the U.S. - Mexico border conflicted and problematized by our trip. How should we view the border? Specifically, what should be our response to immigration? The costs are staggering: Texas spends $13 million per month to deploy the National Guard and $10 million to send the Texas Rangers to patrol the border. In Eagle Pass, Texas, the new metallic border fence cost $10 million for just two miles. The cement border wall in Hildago County alone was constructed for $12.5 million per mile. It covers 22.5 miles. Michael Chertoff, then-U.S. Secretary of Homeland Security, noted that the only thing a wall does is give people an obstacle to climb over or tunnel under. The average adult male can scale a border wall like the one in Hildago County in under 30 seconds.

Working at Sacred Heart Relief Center in McAllen, Texas, humanized the issue for me: vulnerable young men and women travel alone, or with children, for weeks from Central America (El Salvador, Honduras) and end up here, dropped off and deserted by the U.S. Border Patrol to buy bus tickets and try to get to their families across the United States. One family was on their way to Chicago, another to Maryland and Virginia. They are not looking to "take our jobs" or "drain our economy;" in fact, the jobs that most refugees end up finding are those that we Americans refuse---manual labor, food service, housekeeping.
           
Should we continue spending billions of dollars on policing and detainment? The Border Patrol Detention Centers are legendary: refugees are picked up at the border and subjected to freezing temperatures (thermostats are purposely set low), cheap mattresses lying on concrete floors, animal-type cells, subsistence-level food, and only the most basic medical attention. They arrive in McAllen exhausted and dirty, still wearing the same clothes (except their jackets, which the Border Patrol confiscates in order to keep the refugees cold) they have had on since leaving their home countries.

            Thank God that Sacred Heart's volunteers are there to meet these families at the bus station and offer them human compassion. Sacred Heart extends to refugees the basic dignity of a hot meal, a shower, and clean clothes for the next leg of their journey. Sacred Heart is, quite literally, a life saver for these innocent victims of a system designed to vilify and criminalize them.


            Faith and community organizations like Sacred Heart do not receive one penny of government aid. Those dollars go to the veritable army of State Troopers amassed at places like the river front park in McAllen. We were confronted by dozens of cruisers there clogging the roadway. One trooper, his automatic weapon in hand, sat on a bench near the river (see photo). This is a point of departure for the Texas Highway river patrols. Mexico was so close across the Rio Grande that we could hear the music and laughter of those across the shore. Within minutes, two high-powered and heavily-armed Texas Highway Patrol speed boats raced around a bend in the river and moved toward us. Our tour guide cautioned us against taking photos of the troopers' faces. Mexican drug cartels, she explained, "would like nothing more than to kill their (the troopers') wives and children." The boats stopped long enough to pick up their waiting comrade, then moved back across the Rio Grande toward Mexico (see photo).
Texas state trooper awaits his unit, holding rifle. Mexico is just across the river. 

Texas Highway Patrol boat on the Rio Grande (note guns). Mexico is on the right.
Whose view of the borderlands is accurate? The tour guide's tale of Mexican drug "demons" (her word) murdering innocent Americans, or our own experience of serving South American refugees who have been victimized by cartel and gang violence in their own countries? Should we welcome those fleeing unspeakable violence and grant them asylum? Or object them to the dehumanization of our detention centers, "holding institutes," and family prisons run by the state? Should Texas spend millions in taxpayer money to send Texas Rangers to protect our shores and arm the Texas Highway Patrol to shoot and kill on the Rio Grande? Or should we allocate those funds for comprehensive immigration reform and invest taxpayer money in covering basic human needs? I cannot answer these questions simply, for I doubt there are any straight-forward responses.

            What I do not doubt is that our current policy is not working. One would think the borderlands history (illustrated by Levario and others) would caution us against increased militarism, but the opposite is apparent. As a former congressional aide, I am torn between what I know to be necessary---i.e., that the law says undocumented immigrants are to be reported to those authorities tasked with handling them---and what I have seen. Our compassion for humanity (the "tired, poor, huddled masses yearning to breathe free") seems all but forgotten.

            Yesterday night we debriefed with Dr. Cuéllar about our trip. The borderlands, he explained, create a third space, where our Western/ American impulse to get to the "root cause" of a systemic problem (e.g., "addressing the issue" of immigration) is dissolved. Living into the conflict reality of the Borderlands is the beginning of understanding the nature of the border itself---and the nature of God.

            God, Dr. Cuéllar reminded us, is the Borderlands, a liminal and amorphous space where our traditional understandings of "right" and "wrong" do not apply. In the end, there is no one correct opinion of the border. Our tour guide's view is just as legitimate as that of a newly-arrived refugee. Rather, as a fellow student suggested, perhaps the "forced unity" that this human crisis creates between people of different backgrounds, ideas, and experiences holds the key to unlocking deeper truths about ourselves, our world, and our faith.  

Mark Horner

Reflecting on our journey through the borderlands, I am reminded of the Undocumented Christ in Eagle Pass, TX. The Undocumented Christ is a large crucifix that was found floating in the Rio Grande and seized by the Border Patrol. The symbolic power of the crucifix reminds us that Christ is present in every migrant who is exiled from their homeland and that our faith was born from the reality of the cross. From the moment of death and despair arises the hope of the resurrection. These migrants cross over the Rio Grande carrying their resurrection hope and are baptized into new life in a new land. It serves us well to remember that Christ is present in the crucified migrant who comes to our land bloody and beaten, but with the hope of a God that defends the lives of the poorest among us.
Undocumented Christ at Our Lady of Refuge, Eagle Pass, Texas
Likewise, from our meeting with Proyecto Azteca, we were reminded that access to health care, education, and decent housing is a human right, not a privilege. Reality on the border means that many people have been denied access to this basic right. Many residents of the colonias live far below the poverty line and are often excluded from access to health insurance and basic housing infrastructure like electricity and running water. While public discourse in America defines these items in terms of economic privilege, our faith is clear that health, education, and safe housing are human rights and must not be stolen from the poor and manipulated by the powerful.
Las Colonias in Hidalgo County outside of San Juan, Texas

It was also a blessing to see the efforts underway by churches working together to serve to the needs of refugees, but I was struck by one question repeatedly asked by people we spoke with. Why are the churches so silent? We preach that all people are made in the image of God. Our faith teaches us that the Reign of God demands dignity and equality. It demands that we care for the alien and the stranger in our land. So why are the churches so silent? Why are the churches complicit with the sin of militarizing our border, with harboring the myth that “those people” are not welcome because they broke an unjust law? Whose side are the churches on, the Empire and its walled borders, or a faith that teaches us we are all united as one people under God?

Matthew Beach

Friday, October 17, 2014

Wednesday,  October 15, 2014

My task today at Sacred Heart Relief Center was to help out with the phone calls these refugees made to their personal contacts here in the United States. This is toward the end of their journey they are taking to get to family living here in the USA. Here at SHRC, after getting clean with a shower and new clean clothes, I take their contact name, contact phone number, and contact country or state. Then I placed the phone call and would hand the phone to them to have a conversation telling them when they will arrive and what bus arriving on.
APTS Students Serving at Sacred Heart Relief Center
In the afternoon I had the opportunity to go to the central bus station up the street from SHRC and to see that side of what was happening. They first arrive very dirty and traumatized from the Border Patrol Detention center and ICE interrogations, where they are met by a SHRC volunteer that escorts them down to the center. After getting cleaned up and able to rest on an actual cot, they return to the Bus Center to start the next leg of their journey. 

A SHRC volunteer stays with them all the way to getting on the bus. I happen to be there and helped two of the young girls with children get on their bus, and these girls happened to be the ones I helped with their phone calls. They saw my smile while I let the other volunteers speak Spanish with them. We educate them on how to read the tickets they have and what to do on the bus. We left with smiles and hugs from the little children.

I found out that when the refugees leave SHRC they have documentation and our on the books for a court date to become legal documents residents. We as volunteers do what can be done to keep them safe till the bus leaves. Smugglers and cartel kidnappers are still on the prowl to grab these refugees to put them back into terror and traumatized conditions.
The shoe of a Central American Refugee

What Sacred Heart is doing is a wonderful small humanitarian part to this vast unfortunate situation. I am blessed by God and this class to have been a small part and eyes opened to what is going on.

Cliff Frederick 
Thursday, October 16, 2014

We drove through some of the colonias* today, where you see things you have never seen before, and do not see the things you take for granted.

In the colonias you will not find rows of towering street lights guiding pedestrians and drivers alike. There is only darkness that invites paranoia and violence. Heavy rains are not welcome there, for ditches, tunnels, or any other forms of proper drainage are nowhere to be found. The weekly sightings of garbage trucks that many of us take for granted are absent here too. Instead, barrels filled with trash are set ablaze. Ubiquitous are the half-finished rooms attached to make-shift homes; concoctions providing shelter, still standing by the prayers and hopes of its inhabitants.

Pronounced eye sores, the colonias In the shadows of the soaring suburban homes are the humble; pronounced eye sores left to their own devices.

The Office of the Secretary of State defines a colonia as a residential area along the Texas-Mexico border that may lack some of the most basic living necessities, such as potable water and sewer systems, electricity, paved roads, and safe and sanitary housing.

Jose Ruiz


Thursday, October 16, 2014


We have been constantly confronted with clashing images that unsettle and disturb our understanding of reality. Armed police boats patrolling a serene birding park, harrowing stories of children fleeing violence to journey toward a land they’ve never known, and surveillance blimps with infrared cameras that dot the skyline. Into this complicated and confusing image of reality, we have witnessed churches coming together to live out the Gospel and defend the orphan and the oppressed. 
Anzalduas Park McAllen, Texas
We spent the morning at Calvary Baptist Church in McAllen that has coordinated relief efforts with the Catholic Church to protect and care for the unaccompanied minors who have crossed the border in search of hope and life. They expressed great frustrations with how the media has approached the issue and disseminated lies into the public discourse. Yet, they also expressed a great deal of hope that has arisen from volunteering to respond to the crises and show compassion for the stranger and the alien which lie at the heart of the Biblical narrative.

In the afternoon we visited Proyecto Azteca and toured the colonias of McAllen. Proyecto Azteca is the home of a group of community organizers working in the areas of heath, education, and immigration especially focused on fighting for the rights of residents in the colonias. Ann Cass, executive director of Proyecto Azteca, spoke with passion about channeling her anger from the borderlands reality into a desire to fight in solidarity with the marginalized for dignity and respect. Ann also introduced us to the reality of the border fence that has been constructed along the US-Mexico border and the extensive environmental catastrophe it has caused.
Ms. Ann Williams Cass Executive Director of Proyecto Azteca

Identity, culture, race, and power are fused together to forge this reality of the borderlands. Coming to grips with this reality requires living into the chaos of the moment, the wilderness region where one’s expectations and assumptions are constantly challenged. Learning to embrace the chaos of the borderlands means privileging the voices of the migrants, refugees, gangs, coyotes, survivors, and exiles who illuminate the truth of the Biblical narrative with the authority of the prophets who discerned truth from the reality of exile and displacement. Only through their eyes can we learn to see the truth that is at the heart of our faith

Matthew Beach
Wednesday, October15, 2014

Today was a very conflicting day…well for that matter every day has been conflicting but today was in particular for me. We spent the morning working at Catholic Charities where we meet some wonderful people.  One of the head volunteers, whose name I can’t remember, took us to a park in the afternoon to show us a common border crossing for undocumented workers.  When we made our way to the back of the park, our van noticed a very heavy police presence.  Several people in our van made comments about how the police presence was on overkill and unneeded. 

We got out of our van and made our way down to a boat loading area.  There was a police officer waiting to be picked up by one of the patrol boats on the deck. He was not dressed like any other police officer I had seen before…he was dressed from heavy combat. He had on bullet proof vest, an AR-15 assault rife and buff to protect his identity.
Texas National Guard Securing the Texas Border
The head volunteer from Catholic Charities began to paint the picture of the drug problem on the border. This is what she said:

· Many of the police, judges and officials on the US side were being paid off for the local cartels.
·  Having a military presence was one of the layers in which the US was preventing border towns being paid off by cartels. 
·The heavy police presence doesn’t really bother undocumented people, they have bigger issues to deal with.
·The police force has to have security guard their families because the cartel would attack them if not.
· The last three sheriffs in Cameron county are all in jail.

Right before we were getting back into our vans, one of the police boats pulled up. It was outfitted with AR-15s, bullet proof metal shields, all the man had buffs over their face to conseal their identities and mounted M30s gun racks.  The sights was took us all back.  They were headed into war…not with undocumented works but with the cartels.

Now we knew why there was a heavy police presence at the park…and we were glad they were there.  We left the park just before it closes at 5pm.  The park is not safe to be after hours. 

John Hinkebein

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Hidden faces.  “Don’t ask, don’t tell.”

There’s a way of life that those of us who haven’t experienced cannot quite comprehend. A shadow world, every bit as real and as vivid as the environment of light in which we reside.

We stood on the banks of the Rio Grande as a boat of Border Patrol agents pulled up. Many covered their faces with handkerchiefs or masks so we would not see their faces. Their concern:  their children and spouses. If the wrong people ID them, they’ll find their families and seek retribution.

Cameras oversee the beauty of the desert, coincidentally a birder’s paradise. No photos or lingering on the myriad diversity of wildlife, it seeks out the hidden person in the shadows, trying to make their way to the U. S. without “presenting themselves,” as one border patrol agent put it. Striving for anonymity, staying quiet, avoiding detection, hoping to blend into community and stay in the shadows.
A woman takes the abuse of an angry, alcoholic partner, bearing bruises in silence, remaining hidden until the evidence fades. A shadow life shared by women at all economic levels, in every society.  (Men, too, suffer in these shadows). Down on the border police are not called, for the shadows may be multi-layered.

Borderlands Landscape
Anonymity saves lives and opens doors. Many Christians receive hate mail for giving water in Jesus’s name. Anonymity protects their homes from vandalism and breach, and harsh words from angry neighbors.  But still they work, they care and they minister.
The heartbeat of Christ flows through the Valley like the rushing waters of the Rio Grande. Christians living in the light – pastors, priests, community activists, young and old, attorneys and retired folks  – reach a hand of hope and compassion to every sector of Valley life.

So we pray. We pray for the beleaguered border patrol who get portrayed as merciless, who quietly shampoo children’s hair and pick out the lice. They hold crying babies and change diapers while their colleagues save people from downing in the rushing river.  And they hid their faces from us. We pray for children finding refuge after witnessing their family members murdered by gangs.  We pray for the workers, for strength and courage.

We’ve seen and heard so much this week. We’ve listened and learned.  We’ve learned there are times to be silent and a time to speak, all woven together in this place at this time.


We leave this place, knowing that as we leave the place the shadows remain and we must speak. And we ponder, “What is the next step?” We will each find our next steps in diverse ways, but I know we will each move forward, lifting our voices in all manner of ways, because the shadows will not (and should not) allow us to forget.  

Janet Hahn
Wednesday, October15, 2014

I’ve been eager to work with refugees face to face.  Today we went to the Sacred Heart Relief Center in McAllen.This is an ecumenical, non-government funded effort to assist refugees in the transition from ICE to the bus station and travel to their family sponsor in the U.S.  It is an attempt to give them back a bit of human dignity.

I use the term refugee intentionally. In Honduras and Guatemala, gangs go to rural areas, where there are no sheriffs or police as we know it.  One story we heard was of a husband murdered, then 3 brothers kidnapped.  A 12-year old boy was beaten to death in front of his 12 year old and 18 year old brother.  His body was x-rayed and the film sent to his mother.  The message?  Pay us or we will do this to the other two toys.  And so mothers leave with their children or send their children with hope of asylum.

Often this type of immigrants will turn themselves into ICE voluntarily. A young, pregnant woman with a 3 year old son was such a case I saw at the Relief Center. When they are detained by ICE, they are held for a required 72 hours. During this time they receive virtually nothing. Some food. Often they are kept in very cold rooms with no blankets. This is called the ICE box. 

ICE questions the refugee to determine if she is eligible for potential asylum. If no, she is deported. To be eligible for asylum, she must have a contact in the U.S. that is willing to house her and wire money to the bus depot for a ticket to the sponsor’s location.  If she meets this requirement, she is taken to the bus station where she is basically just dumped. No one takes her into the station or orients her to where the counter is to claim her ticket.  

McAllen Central Bus Station

Wendy Manuel

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Wednesday, October 15, 2014


Our Visit to McAllen Central Bus Station and Service Work at Sacred Heart Relief Center

APTS Students serving at the Sacred Heart Relief Center
Today we visited the Sacred Heart Relief Center in McAllen, TX.  We helped with cleaning showers, folding clothes and assisting people to get items they needed before they began their journeys.  I had the privilege of helping a Honduran woman and her precious, smiling little boy.  We affectionately named him, “El Guapo.”  My fellow classmates and I helped the lady and her son clean up.  What a difference a shower and new clothes make—it’s like a washing away of negative experiences.  It is important to note that we not only provided the basics of a shower, clean pair of clothes and food, but also the basics of human dignity and compassion.  

Volunteer Luis Guerrero speaks with APTS Students
On our walk to McAllen Central Bus Station, Dr. Cuellar made the important point that service learning is valuable and we (especially as Americans) can become so desensitized to the world struggles.  
In order for something to truly hit us and make it real, it is important to experience it, if we have the opportunity. It is truly the case with immigration issues.  At the bus station, we visited with a family as they waited for their bus.  The children enjoyed coloring pictures with supplies that we brought. That is another thing that touched my heart—kids should get a chance to enjoy their childhood.  

It’s almost a crime not to allow that. I also had the privilege of meeting Luis, an ex-firefighter who now devotes his time to orienting undocumented people. He continues to help people even in his weakened condition. What a blessing it was to meet people who are volunteers and work alongside them.  How much more of a blessing to be able to provide help to those who truly need it!  It brings to mind the verse that reads that those things we do to the least of these, we do unto Him.  The world sees these undocumented poor as less than, but these people have just as much validation in the eyes of the Lord as we all do.

Noemi Ortiz
Wednesday, October 15, 2014

There’s something about a kind welcome that sets a tone.  At Sacred Heart in McAllen the fellowship hall is full of clothing and necessities, warm food, toys and joyful children’s music.
APTS students serving at Sacred Heart Catholic Church 
Located just a few blocks from the bus station it is at the eye of the storm for people in transition.  Once cleared from detention centers, people are dropped off with their bus tickets at the station with no instruction, the clothes on their back and small children in tow.  Volunteers invite them to the church for their “layover” to eat, to shower, to receive clean clothes, and to rest.

People coming in are greeted with clapping, and with smiles.  The children are immediately given pedialyte to rehydrate and the mothers receive water.  And then, they are welcomed to the table, to sit, to eat, and to be served.  They find affirmation and welcome, and a bit of empowerment.  They have made it across a treacherous landscape and can breathe easy for a few moments.

Shoelaces and hair ribbons seem unlikely as a self-harming tool, but they are confiscated at the detention center.  Moms and children remain in their traveling clothes, underwear and shoes, but laces and ribbons are taken and replaced with foil.
Refugee Single Mother from Central American
Sometimes a shower is therapeutic, sometimes cathartic.  Sometimes, it washes off the grime and grit of a life’s episode and there is a clean slate for tomorrow.  The foil that wrapped thick and lush hair into a semblance of a pony tail is tossed aside for a beautiful hair ribbon, fresh shoes, clothes, bra and underwear.  Empowering.  Enough of a catalyst of compassion to keep moving on the journey.

In a small town an hour or so south of Sacred Heart Catholic Church, a small church retreat center, Good Samaritan (Disciples of Christ) do tremendous work with women in dire situations.  But empowerment goes on here as well, as women learn to sew, making a few things for themselves, and more things to sell.  A new trade is learned.  Bible studies are available, a caring pastor and co-pastor wife teach them to eat local plants, to take something small and make it work.

In a town a bit further south, Christians are coming together to make policy changes, work for human rights and find ways to make a difference that lasts.  It weaves its efforts through the Valley and a united voice is heard – and has an impact.

The work of Christ is done here, quietly with those in need, loudly with those in power, reverently, by Christians from all walks of life with their feet solidly planted on the ground.  Realistic, tough, and compassionate. 


Holy ground indeed.


Janet Hahn

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

 On Earth as it is in Heaven

The struggle of riding in a van for hours is not fully appreciated until you are in the back of said 15 passenger van for about seven hours. While I really wanted to complain about how awful it was sitting in the back of the van, the images of children trapped in them trying to be smuggled across the border I have the privilege of crossing freely. 

I think of how blessed, privileged, to even be a citizen in this nation. But also though of how much of burden it is to carry the emotional and spiritual burden of a land that boasts of being the “land of the free” but forces under-aged minors to sleep in prisons for 72 hours before their immigration cases can even been considered. What does it mean for a nation “under God” a God who was Himself an undocumented minor when he and his teen mother and adoptive father fled the violence of a tyrant and sought asylum in Egypt. 

The story of Jesus excellently parallels the story of many immigrants who are escaping violence, they are children dragged by their parents to a forging land in search of safety. The immigrants are like Mary, teenage mother with young babies and children trying to provide a better life for their children.
  
Border fence in Eagle Pass, TX
Unlike Mary, these young girls travel across multiple borders, and face violence even as they to escape its grasp. Many bare the bruises and scratches from harsh terrain, many are scarred internally for the sexual assaults they endure along the way. All, like Mary retain their faith in the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. They pray that God will protect them and their children, they pray to the saints, to the Virgen de Guadalupe, asking that that their journey(s) lead them to a place where they can finally feel safe, finally be able to lay their head(s) down and rest unafraid. Yet when they arrive to this land of promise they are greeted in a hostile manner not only by citizens but by officials.
Iglesia Luterana San Lucas: Children's Border Art 
They are kept in redesigned prisons for 72 hours without adequate housing or food, little to no medical attention and in extremely cold rooms. These conditions are not surprises for the sojourners, rather they expect them, and they risk death to get to this place where they know they will be mistreated in order to have small chance to provide for their children. What love is greater than this?

Back Entrance to the Central Bus Station in McAllen, TX
My body may have spent all day in the back of a van, but my mind was all over the borderlands; praying for people I have never met and will never encounter. Praying for siblings in Christ who will die trying to reach my country. Praying for women and children who will be raped, with hands lifted saying “…on earth as it is in Heaven”. Praying for rapists who are also scared and seeking a better life. Praying for governments who have lost the will to rule justly. Praying for citizens who have lost the ability to have empathy. Praying for Christians who have lost the ability to see Christ in the least and lost. Praying for a Kingdom that has no borders…and has no end.


Jarell Wilson
Today I thought a lot about what it means to be trapped. To live on the border is to be trapped in a space of constant uncertainty, utter absurdity, and reaction as opposed to proaction. Yesterday we passed through a border control checkpoint and smiled for the cameras. Today we went through the checkpoint, in our 15 passenger van, and the border control agent simply asked us if we were all citizens and we were able to easily breeze through.

Many people living on the border have no such luck. They are trapped within a system that is unjust, and that in turn traps them physically. We met two people who are unable to leave Eagle Pass because they wouldn’t be able to pass the checkpoint. I was reminded of the 13 year old in the documentary “Which Way Home” that we watched. He felt trapped within the walls of the youth shelter he was placed in after he was detained. I thought of all of the migrants who turn themselves in and are detained for several days in freezing cold conditions.

Undocumented Christ at Our Lady of Refuge, Eagle Pass
One of the most common questions that I have encountered in working with immigration is, “why are people migrating?” If it is really so bad to come here and be detained, to live your life in fear of being caught, why do people bother? There are plenty of reasons, ranging from the individual terror of domestic violence to the large scale domination of Central American countries by gangs. I certainly would feel trapped if that were my experience. But I would do everything I could to become free. People who come here have tremendous faith that eventually it will work. That we have space for them to not feel trapped. I pray that one day we do find space for everyone.

Emma Randles