tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75171913290109538922024-03-05T16:57:44.131-06:00Every Day an AdventureMarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17520958225617025411noreply@blogger.comBlogger136125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517191329010953892.post-78832914082528002322020-02-22T22:02:00.000-06:002020-02-22T22:28:12.279-06:00The hard path of love<div>
I have spent the last 9 years of my life wanting to be like Jean Vanier. Through his writings and listening to him speak, I saw a man who was gentle, patient, kind, compassionate, and uncomplicated. He came across as authentic. Who he was when he was with his community mates with disabilities was the same as who he was when he was with dignitaries and academics. Always wearing that blue jacket. Always slightly disheveled. Always with that gleam in his eye and a kind smile on his lips. </div>
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And he chose downward mobility. He could have gone many other routes. He could have been an important professor or risen the ranks of the military. But he chose to live in that small house, that didn't even have indoor plumbing at the beginning, with people who were marginalized. He saw beauty and worth in them and wanted to help them see it in themselves. </div>
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I thought that if a life lived in community with my friends in L'Arche would fashion me into that kind of person, then it would be a life beautifully lived. </div>
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But now, we see a different side of this man. A side lived in shadow and in secret. A gross misuse of power and an abuse of trust and relationship. It makes you question everything else about him. How much was true? How much was authentic? </div>
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And if this man isn't the person I thought he was, then what does that mean about the story of how L'Arche was founded? What does that mean about the person I was trying to become? If we can't share the story of Jean, then how can we share the story of L'Arche?</div>
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And that is when I think about all of the people that L'Arche has brought into my life. All the beautiful stories of so many people who have been transformed through relationships they have made in L'Arche. I think of all the people who live their lives in ways that call me to be a better person, to grow in wisdom and patience and kindness and love. I think of Pat and Katharine and Alex and Billie Lu and Justin and Matt and Thomas and Nicole and Sharon and John and Mallory and Sam and Vanessa and James and Halston and Bridget and Amy and Kathy and Ray and George and Andrew and Mike and Joan and JoAnne and Megan and so many others who have allowed me to call them friend and have helped me to be a better person. These are the important people, these are the stories we need to focus on and share. The stories of so many people, with and without disabilities, living in mutual trusting relationships and sharing life together. In the midst of this darkness and sadness, these are sources of life and light and joy. </div>
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So we need to let this be the story of L'Arche. It is not the story of one man and how he chose to wield his power. It is the story of so many beautiful people who continually choose the hard path of love. And just maybe, by being in community with them and sharing in their stories, I will still have a life that is beautifully lived. </div>
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Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17520958225617025411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517191329010953892.post-52545615607067048492019-05-11T12:46:00.000-05:002019-05-11T12:46:06.090-05:00Eight lessons from eight years<span style="font-family: inherit;">Eight years ago this month I moved into L'Arche Heartland. Even though I had done a lot of research, like reading the writings of Henri Nouwen and Jean Vanier and others who had lived in L'Arche communities, I really didn't know what I was in for. There have been a lot of ups and downs over the years, and there have definitely been times when I wondered if I should stick around (I actually did leave for a few months but realized I needed to come back), but my relationships with the core members and the ways I have seen and felt myself grow have made me ride out the hard times and stick around.<br />As I've been thinking about my eight years in L'Arche, I thought it might be fun to write down eight lessons I've learned. They are definitely not all the things I've learned, but they are what came to mind and what I felt like sharing as I began writing. Some are more light-hearted than others, but all of them speak true to my time in community. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b><u>Eight Lessons from Eight Years in L'Arche</u></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Faster is not
necessarily better</b><br />
When I lived with Brian, one of our daily tasks was to go on a morning walk.
Towards the beginning of our time together I saw these walks as things that
just needed to be done as quickly as possible. We had a regular route that we
walked and I thought it was better to do just get it over with.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />But going for a walk with Brian is not just something that you do quickly.
Brian would walk with a slow and deliberate pace and this frustrated me. On
these walks, my mind would be occupied with all of the other things I needed to
do, and this walk through the neighborhood was keeping me from doing them. I
would try to make Brian walk faster which only resulted in him dragging his
feet and pulling on my arm and both of us getting upset with the other.</span></div>
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At some point, in the time that we lived together, I grew to accept that these
walks were going to be done at Brian's pace and not mine. That's when they
changed for me. They stopped being a task or a chore and became something I
enjoyed. They were moments of peace in what could be otherwise busy and hectic
days. The slower pace allowed me to appreciate things we saw along the way like flowers and trees and decorations in
yards. It gave me time to think and to breathe. </span></div>
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Often times, in my life in L'Arche, things that I am used to being able to do
quickly end up being done at a slower pace. Leaving the house to go somewhere.
Cooking a meal. Brushing teeth. All of these things, and many others, usually end
up taking more time when they are done with core members. It can be frustrating
to do these things so slowly if your goal is to just get them over with. But
L'Arche has taught me that while the end goal is important, it is often
secondary to the process it takes to get there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>A slower pace often opens up the possibility for building relationships,
having fun, experiencing joy, and strengthening community.</span></div>
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everything better</b><br />
Several years ago, Justin undertook an endeavor to have a good-sized garden in
the yard of Mercy House. It required a lot of work to maintain, and sometimes
one of the other houses would come over and help to weed or pick green beans
and other vegetables. One time there was a group of us out in the garden and we
were listening to some music. A particular song came on that Matt enjoyed and
so there, in the middle of our yard, he started dancing. Slowly, we all stopped
what we were doing and joined Matt and it turned into a conga line. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What was an ordinary task of bean picking and
weed pulling became a dance party in the side yard of Mercy House for all of
our neighbors to see.</span></div>
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Dance parties are not uncommon in L'Arche. In fact, just the other day I was
helping out at one of our other houses for an evening and Matt and I had
several dance parties in the living room. I've had dance parties in the
kitchen, in a bedroom, in the laundry room, even in the van. They are moments
of spontaneous joy that can lighten a mood, bring a group of people together,
spread happiness, and make people smile. <br />
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">You are beautiful <br />
</b>When I first moved into L'Arche, one of my housemates was a gentleman named
Pat. He held the honorable title of "King of L'Arche" in our
community because he had been here the longest, around 27 years.</span></div>
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Pat loved to compliment people and shower them with praise. He constantly told
people they were beautiful or handsome, that they needed a vacation or a
thousand dollars, that they looked skinny or healthy, that they looked good in
their outfit, that they cooked good food or did whatever it was they were doing
at the time really well. I knew that there were people he didn't like or that
he didn't care to be around, but Pat would never tell them that. He'd tell them
they looked handsome and then he'd duck out when no one was paying attention
and go sit on his swing in the backyard.</span></div>
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Pat ended up being diagnosed with cancer and passed away in 2016. I remember
the last thing he said to me, the day he ended up getting admitted to the
hospital. I was in his bedroom to help administer some medication, he was lying
in bed probably feeling pretty awful, but he looked at me and said,
"You're as skinny as a horse, Mark. You need a vacation." Even at his
worst, he was still giving people compliments.</span></div>
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Even though he's been gone for almost three years now, he still comes up in our
conversations quite often. We joke about how he'd respond to a situation, or we
give each other "Pat compliments." And I think that's one of the
lessons I learned from Pat: Compliment each other often. Tell people what you
love and appreciate about them whenever you get the chance. No one is going to
live forever, so don't let a moment go by without telling someone why they
matter to you. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">We are more than our
abilities<br />
</b>I think a view that is common to the outside observer is that people with
disabilities are weak and that they need help in their daily lives. That very well may be true. The reason the core
members come to live in L'Arche is that they have a disability and often
need help to do things. Some of our core members need help eating. Some need
help accomplishing daily tasks. Most need help getting to and from places like
work or their day program or appointments. </span></div>
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But one of the greatest things I have learned at L'Arche is that to see them
only as being weak and in need of help is a huge mistake, because each of the
core members has amazing strengths and so much to offer. A few of the
strengths that I have witnessed in different core members are a deep loyalty,
the ability to forgive, fierce determination, warm hospitality, joyful
optimism, and selfless compassion. Not to mention skills like being able to
spotlessly wash a car, paint a beautiful work of art, or to almost instantly
tell you the day of the week for any date that you give. </span></div>
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Core members in L'Arche are far more than their disabilities. They are more
than someone who needs assistance with parts of their life. They are people
with interesting lives, with their own strengths and abilities and gifts.
Getting to know them, and becoming their friend, has blessed me immeasurably in
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be honored<br />
</b>David is a member of our community who loves to plan parties and to
celebrate. He hosts parties for Valentine's Day, Christmas, and New Years,
among others. At our July Community Night, he leads the All American Parade
where we march around to patriotic music waving flags and decorations that he's
made. One of my favorite celebrations that he hosts every year is the L'Arche
Academy Awards. These are not like the award ceremony hosted by the Academy of
Motion Picture Arts and Sciences, where many are nominated but only a few win.
At the L'Arche Academy Awards everyone present, and even some people who aren't
there, get awards and are recognized for something that makes them special.</span></div>
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David gives people awards for being a good cook, for helping others, for
singing, even for liking chainsaws. Each person gets their name announced, they
get to come forward and receive a certificate that he's decorated and get a
little trophy from the dollar store, and everyone claps and cheers. David
decorates with a red carpet and people get their pictures taken and everyone
gets to be celebrated and honored. </span></div>
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This celebration is the epitome of<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>what
L'Arche stands for: Everyone has value, everyone<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>has gifts worth honoring and celebrating
regardless of their abilities. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">You're never too old
for a new adventure</b><br />
When I was serving in the role of Community Coordinator, part of my
responsibilities included coordinating visits for volunteer groups, or friends
from other L'Arche communities who were visiting or passing through, or people
interested in being assistants in our community. One day, I received an email
from someone in the L'Arche USA office connecting me with a woman named Katharine
who was in Colorado and interested in being an assistant in the community that
was in the beginning stages of formation in Fort Collins. They wanted her to
experience life in a L'Arche community and as we are the closest one to
Colorado, it made sense for her to come and visit us </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Through my coordination
with her, we made plans for her to come and visit around Thanksgiving as she would
be spending the holiday with her brother and his family in a town about 45
minutes from us. </span></div>
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The day she arrived, I was out running errands when I received the call that
she was in the office. So I returned and walked in to see a small woman in her
70's standing in the office. "Can I help you?" I asked. "I'm
Katharine," she replied. I was a bit taken aback. A large portion of the
people who come to be assistants in L'Arche communities are right out of
college. My conversations with Katharine had all been through email, so I'd
never heard her voice, and we had never mentioned her age. I assumed since she
was free over Thanksgiving that she was a college student on break from school
at that time. She was not at all what I was expecting.</span></div>
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But she was amazing. She had spent her professional life as a first-grade
teacher. She had then devoted the last couple of years as a caregiver to her
partner as she was sick. When her partner passed away, Katharine wanted to live
in community and do something meaningful. She and her partner had talked about
L'Arche before, and so she was looking to be an assistant in a L'Arche community,
and that's how she ended up coming to visit us.</span></div>
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Her visit with us was wonderful. She loved getting to know us and we loved
getting to know her. She ended up applying to L'Arche USA to be an assistant,
and after some consideration, they asked us if we were interested in welcoming
her into our community. We jumped at the chance to welcome her back.</span></div>
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We all fell in love with Katharine. She was gentle, kind, friendly, and funny.
Her presence in the home was calming and nurturing. Katharine quickly became a beloved member of our community.<br />
It was devastating, then, nine months later when she was diagnosed with cancer.
She ended up leaving our community to stay with her brother and it wasn't much
later that she passed away. We held a celebration of life for her and invited
her friends and family that were nearby. We sang and prayed and shared stories
and thanked God for sending Katharine to be a part of our community.</span></div>
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We still talk about Katharine, more than a year after she left us. The
impression that she left on our community belies the short amount of time that
we got to have her with us. And, if she would have let her age stop her from
looking into living in a L'Arche community, then we never would have been
blessed to know her at all. At 74, she was eager to embark on a new adventure
and I hope that I, at any age, can follow her courageous and compassionate
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Community is like a
rock tumbler<br />
</b>I can't take credit for this bit of knowledge. This was relayed to me by
the wonderful Sue Mosteller, who was the Community Leader of L'Arche Daybreak
in Canada, and the first International Leader of L'Arche after founder Jean
Vanier.</span></div>
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She compares community to a rock tumbler. You put rocks in it and they tumble
around. They bump into each other, catching one another on their jagged edges
and their bumpy spots. But, eventually, through this process, they become shiny
and smooth and beautiful. They were beautiful before they went in, of course,
but the process brings out more of their natural beauty. </span></div>
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We enter community much like those rocks. We tumble around together, bumping
into one another, catching on each others' jagged edges and bumpy spots. It can
be stressful, even painful. But, eventually, we get smoother. Our natural
beauty emerges. We become shinier, smoother, more beautiful versions of
ourselves.</span></div>
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I've noticed this happening to me after eight years. Things that would have
earlier caused me to lose my temper, or freak out, or become frustrated don't
elicit the same responses. They don't catch my rough spots as much as they used
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The other day I was driving in the van with a couple of the guys in my house,
and I just felt this sense of comfortableness, a sense of ease. Like I was
smooth. Don't get me wrong. I know I have plenty of bumps and rough edges left.
I'm sure it wasn't too long after that moment in the van that I got upset about
something or one of my housemates frustrated me. But I know that it's
happening. This rock tumbler called L'Arche is smoothing me out, making me more
patient, more compassionate, wiser, and more loving. I could bump around for
the rest of my life and never get completely smooth, but I know I'm making
progress.</span></div>
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Change is constant. During my time at L'Arche, there have been many assistants
who have come and gone. We've had transitions in our leadership. We have even
lost people because of death. People who I thought, or hoped, would still be
here are now other places and there are people that I never could have imagined
who are part of our community now. The community I am a part of today looks
very different than the one I joined 8 years ago.</span></div>
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The core members consistently face all of these changes with open hearts. I
know it would be easy, after years of seeing people come and go, to close up, to
not get too attached, to realize that the chances are that this person will
move away sooner or later. But that has not been what I have seen.<br />
The hearts of the core members continue to be wide open, ready to receive and
welcome those who come, to engage in love and friendship with those who are
here, and to joyfully celebrate those who leave. The welcome they offer to
assistants who newly arrive today is no different than the welcome I received
when I arrived and I have a suspicion that the welcome I received is pretty
similar to assistants before me.<span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"> They still hold parties to celebrate and to send off assistants
when they leave for other places. David, a core member who has been in our
community for 20+ years, will still sing “Evergreen” by Barbra Streisand for
assistants who move out of his house. </span></span></div>
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What the core members have taught me is that life is richer and better and more
well-lived when greeted with an open heart. It might be safer or easier to
close your heart to protect yourself from change and the pain that accompanies
it, but then you don't experience the good parts as much. You close yourself
off to relationships and experiences and opportunities that could be
life-changing. <br />
Change is inevitable. The way we respond to that change is not. The core
members have taught and shown me that the best way is with an open heart,
willing to receive and to send with joy and love. </span></div>
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Mondays are the day of the week that we traditionally go to the library as a house. It's something that most everyone looks forward to doing. As we were preparing to leave today, I was wondering how I would handle it with this particular core member. If I took him with us, there was a good chance he'd try to check things out and then become frustrated when that was refused. If I left him at home, there was a good chance he'd leave the house and walk to the library on his own while we were gone. So, I thought I'd try to nip it in the bud, and before we left I explained that he was more than welcome to come with us to the library, but because of his fine he wouldn't be able to check anything out. He let out a hefty sigh, and cast his eyes downward, but he seemed to understand what I was telling him.<br />
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So we were at the library, and I was perusing the shelves of new fiction, when I glanced over to the CDs and saw him looking through the selection. With one hand he was looking through the CDs on the shelf, and I noticed in the other hand he was holding three CDs. I casually walked over and softly reminded him that he woiuldn't be able to check out those CDs due to his fine, so he should think about putting them back. He responded in an angry tone, so I walked away and gave him some space. Often, if you give him time to think about what you've said, he will end up complying.<br />
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However, he moved down the shelf, continuing to look at CDs and kept the three in his other hand. After a couple minutes, I walked back over to him, and told him that if he tried to check those CDs out, that he would be unable to do so, and he would find that frustrating, so I was trying to be a good friend and help him not be frustrated. He said a few more angry things to me.<br />
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Fine, I said. Go ahead and do what you want. I was just trying to help. I walked away and went to sit in a chair and wait for everyone to finish up what they were doing. A few minutes after I sat down, one of our other housemates came up to me and handed me a DVD, and told me that he had checked it out for the first core member. I asked him why he did it, and he said because he had asked him to. So, I took the DVD and dropped it in the return box, and went and found him. I told him that he could not check things out, and it wasn't appropriate to ask our housemates to check things out for him. He sighed and grumbled at me again.<br />
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Afterwards, as we walked out to the van, there was an air of tension between us. He was mad at me because he was blaming me for being unable to check things out, and I was frustrated with him because my attempts to help were being met with anger. So we drove home without saying much to each other.<br />
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A little later this evening, we were all sitting in the living room watching wrestling on TV when he turned to me and said, "Sometimes brothers fight. Can we just hug it out like men?"<br />
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In case you were wondering, we hugged and we're not upset with each other anymore. There's a good chance that something similar will happen the next time we go to the library, if he hasn't paid off his fine yet, and there's a good chance that it will be resolved by "hugging it out like men."<br />
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This is a lesson that the world could stand to learn from L'Arche - sometimes when we are part of a family we will get angry with each other. But, hugging is always a better alternative to fighting.Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17520958225617025411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517191329010953892.post-81367885784869053172018-12-01T13:59:00.000-06:002018-12-01T13:59:08.101-06:00Here's to new beginnings and fresh startsSo, it's been a hot minute since I've written anything. And I miss it. My blog has never been anything exceptionally huge, it's never raked in a lot of views, it's never received very many comments, but it has been a place for me to share some thoughts about life in my little corner of the world. So I've decided I'm going to try to write more often, for my own benefit.<br />
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This resurgence in wrting was sparked by an event that happened in our community last night. We publicly affirmed our new Community Leader, in the presence of our community members, family, friends, board members, and even representatives from L'Arche USA staff and board. We sang and ate and fellowshipped and affirmed and looked to the future with excitement and hope. We think this is a good and exciting new beginning for our community, and we look forward to seeing where Jamie, our new Community Leader, will take us.<br />
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That new beginning has led me to start a new beginning with this blog. I don't imagine it will be anything spectacular or earth-shattering, but it will be a space for me to consider the immense grace and life-changing love I experience every day here in L'Arche. And I imagine that will be good enough.Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17520958225617025411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517191329010953892.post-281483049873194382017-04-13T21:32:00.000-05:002017-04-13T21:36:54.322-05:00On LeavingL'Arche is meant to be a place where people with developmental disabilites can find a home for the rest of their lives. So, then, what does it mean when one decides that it is no longer the place he wants to call home?<br />
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This is something I've been pondering the last few months. A core member who has lived with us here at L'Arche Heartland for 10 years has made the decision that it is no longer the place for him. With the help of his case manager he has explored other alternatives and at the end of this month will be moving into an apartment run by a residential service provider in town.<br />
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L'Arche is good, but it isn't perfect. It's not the right place for everyone. Assistants come and go. Some are here for a short time, others for a relatively long time. It is rare, these days, for an assistant to commit to L'Arche for their lifetime. And we understand that. We might be sad when an assistant decides to leave, but we understand that they are moving on to the next step in their journey and we send them off with our love and best wishes.<br />
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So, then, why do we assume that every core member will want to spend the rest of their life in L'Arche? Why do we view it as a failure on our part, that we weren't able to provide them what they needed, if they decide to go? Granted, in my experience it hasn't been common for a core member to decide to leave, but does that have to mean it is a bad thing?<br />
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The founding story of L'Arche talks about Jean Vanier welcoming Pierre and Phillipe into his house and sharing life with them. But the part that often gets left out is that there was a third person who moved in, another core member named Dani. But it became apparent that L'Arche was not the right place for Dani, and he ended up going back to where he had been before. This part of the story doesn't often get shared. I think many people think it tarnishes the beautiful story. But does it really?<br />
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I think it shares the very human nature of L'Arche. We aren't a solution, we aren't able to save everyone. We are just a sign of hope that life can be lived differently, that beautiful things dwell in unlikely places, that everyone deserves to have a community that loves and supports them. It isn't perfect. L'Arche can only do so much, and sometimes what we can do isn't what is needed or wanted.<br />
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That is what I've been reminding myself these past few weeks, and what I will cling to during these days of our core member's transition. We are not perfect, but we were good for him for a time. He's now decided that another living situation is what he needs, and that doesn't mean that we've failed. It means that we have been his home, recognized his gifts, celebrated his life, and done our best to love him while he was with us.<br />
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And that, to me, is the opposite of failure.Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17520958225617025411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517191329010953892.post-4504780086742271162017-02-21T22:24:00.001-06:002017-02-22T08:02:05.897-06:00the dance of communityTonight, I was at a dance that was held in our day program space. It was after a long day at work, followed by our weekly prayer night gathering, and then capped off with the dance. Earlier this afternoon, I had been dealing with some emails about one of our core members from the day service they attend that were less than positive. I also had a conversation on the phone with another core member who is in the midst of a process that they hope will end with them moving out of L'Arche Heartland and into a different residential community. Then, at prayer night, a couple things had happened that left me a little frustrated. So at this dance, I wasn't in the best emotional space for dancing, and one of the assistants caught me sitting down, staring off into space, with my chin in my hand.<br />
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"What's the matter, Mark?" he asked.<br />
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"Oh, nothing really," I replied. "I was just remembering when I thought that L'Arche was a beautiful little community where everyone loved each other and got along."<br />
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The assistant laughed, and then our day program coordinator, who previously had spent a long time as our community leader, said with a chuckle, "See, he read about it in this book..." She was referring to how my introduction to L'Arche came through the book <i>Adam: God's Beloved</i>, which is a lovely little book about Catholic priest Henri Nouwen's relationship with a core member named Adam at a L'Arche community in Canada. Which, as I said, is a lovely little book. But any assistant will tell you that it doesn't give you the whole picture of what life in L'Arche actually is.<br />
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Now, don't get me wrong. I love L'Arche. Even on days like this, when I'm tired and frustrated and maybe a little disillusioned, I will openly admit that L'Arche is one of the best things that has happened to me. There are things that happen here that are lovely and beautiful and life altering and, I think, are glimpses of the Kingdom of God.<br />
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But the reality is, L'Arche is full of people. Broken, hurting, awkward, sensitive, lonely people. And any time you put people together in one place there is sure to be drama. And L'Arche has its share.<br />
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One of the beautiful, life altering parts of L'Arche, at least for me, has been the part where it says that it's ok to be broken and hurting and awkward and sensitive and lonely, and that being any (or all) of those things does not mean that you are any less beautiful or loved or valued or part of the community. It's the part that says that maybe things aren't going well for you at your day program, but that isn't the end of the world, because at the end of the day you are more than your behavior or your shortcomings or your flaws. It's the part that says, it's not a failure if someone decides that L'Arche is no longer the place where they want to live. Because people change and grow, and what they might have needed at one time isn't what they want or need anymore. So it's ok to celebrate the part of the journey that they shared with us and to send them off to the next stage with our love and best wishes. It's the part that loves you, even when you are frustrated or not at your best, when you let things you can't control upset you or drag you down. Because you are surrounded by people who love you, and will be there waiting for you when you are ready, to reach down and give you a hand back up.<br />
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And it's filled with people who, when you aren't in the mood to dance or feel like you can't, will be there to dance for you. People who will receive you with open arms when you feel like you're ready to get back up and give it another try.<br />
<br />Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17520958225617025411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517191329010953892.post-76483735755179403422016-09-16T20:46:00.001-05:002016-09-16T21:53:55.870-05:00the King of L'ArcheThis past month, we had to say good bye to one of our core members. After months of chemo, and doing surprisingly well and staying upbeat and active,our friend Pat took a turn for the worse and quickly made his exit. He was a much loved member of our community, having lived in L'Arche Heartland for 27 years - we would actually sometimes refer to him as the King of L'Arche. He was quick with a compliment, always telling people they were handsome or skinny or beautiful, that they needed a raise or a vacation or a thousand dollars. He'd tell people they were good cooks, even if they weren't the ones who had prepared the meal. In fact, the evening before he went into the hospital, which is the last time I spoke with him, from his bed with his blanket pulled up to his chin, and his bare feet sticking out the bottom, he looked at me and said, "You look handsome, Mark. You're as skinny as a horse!"<br />
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He also had a good sense of humor. One time, when I was living in the house with him, I was cooking dinner. We had chosen to have these frozen, breaded chicken breasts for the meal. There were cooking instructions on the bag for a conventional oven or a convection oven. In my quick glance at the instructions, I chose to read the wrong ones and cooked the chicken in our conventional oven following the convection oven instructions. We sat down at the table, said grace, and started to eat. I cut a piece off of my chicken and put it in my mouth and immediately knew it was wrong. I spit it out and told everyone to stop eating their chicken right away. "Oh my!" Pat exclaimed. "Mine's pink!" For years afterward, even just days before he died, when Pat and I were around other people, mixed in with his usual compliments would be "Mark's a good cook. He makes good chicken." Everyone would think he was paying me a nice compliment, but I knew, and he knew that I knew, that he was referring to my "pink chicken" as he liked to call it.<br />
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Living with him, I got used to the sound of stomping, clapping, and whooping coming from upstairs. His bedroom was in the attic and he spent a lot of his time watching game shows and sports games. He was an enthusiastic viewer, and would cheer for his favorites, clapping and whooping when they did well. He'd also stomp or shout when they did poorly, too. After living with him for about a week or two, it just became part of the background noise of the house.<br />
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His singing voice was kind of a surprise. I remember the first time I heard it. I had been in L'Arche for about two weeks at this time, and we were at our annual Faith and Sharing retreat. We were getting ready to sing some songs, and Pat and I were sitting next to each other on a couch. The guitars started to play and we began to sing and Pat, who was kind of a bigger guy, busts out in this operatic falsetto singing voice. It actually startled me, and I reacted visibly. Another assistant on the other side of the room from us noticed and she started laughing. Then I started laughing. Pat saw me laughing so he started laughing.<br />
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Pat's laugh was something else, too. It was always interspersed with loud snorts, which would always make the people around him laugh harder. I never was sure whether he was doing it on purpose, or not, but I kind of have a feeling that it was on purpose because he liked the reaction that they received. Pat enjoyed making people smile and laugh and feel good.<br />
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He liked people, and liked to be social, but wasn't always a fan of large crowds. A lot of times he'd find his way to the back of the room, or to a quiet corner, or even out in the hallway or the parking lot. If you didn't know where Pat was, you just assumed he snuck out early, and then you'd have to go out and find him.<br />
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I feel like that's what he did when he died, too. He just snuck out early. He didn't want it to be a big deal. He didn't want people gathering around and making him the center of attention. He just wanted to quietly leave while people were paying attention to something else.<br />
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After he passed, we had a Celebration of Life to honor his memory. We sang some songs that we knew he would have enjoyed, and we shared stories and memories about him. There was a lot of purple decorations (it was his favorite color) and pictures of him throughout his life, and his 27 years in L'Arche.<br />
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Yesterday, with the help of a few assistants, we finished moving his stuff out of his bedroom. I remember standing in the middle of his room, thinking that this was it. This was the final good bye. I was acknowledging that Pat won't be coming back to this room, he won't be singing or watching tv and cheering and clapping anymore. For the past 27 years, Pat has been a constant in our community. He has known six Community Leaders. He's welcomed several new Community Coordinators. He's seen many assistants come and go. Each one has come to know Pat, to enjoy his singing, to have their spirits raised by his compliments, to laugh along with him as he snorted. It is weird to think of what our community will be like now. It certainly will be a different community without him. But, then again, I am certainly a different person because of him. And I am thankful that I had the chance to journey alongside him for the short time that I did.Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17520958225617025411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517191329010953892.post-46558263383151662202016-08-28T14:39:00.001-05:002016-08-28T14:39:52.798-05:00Beautiful and TerribleA few weeks ago, I went on a road trip to St Louis with four other members of our community. We went to visit some friends in the L'Arche community there, but also to listen to Sister Sue Mosteller give a presentation. Sister Sue is a Sister of St Joseph who lives in Toronto, Canada, and has been a part of L'Arche since the 1960's. She served for a time as the Community Leader of L'Arche Daybreak near Toronto, where she became friends with Catholic priest and author Henri Nouwen. She also was the first International Leader of L'Arche after our founder Jean Vanier. After her presentation, I had the opportunity to chat with her. She asked me a question about if my time at L'Arche was beautiful, and I answered with a very honest, "Sometimes."<br />
"I understand," she answered. "I have always said that L'Arche is both beautiful and terrible."<br />
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And she's right. It is both things at the same time.<br />
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L'Arche, in its essence, is beautiful. It's a community of people of differing abilities who have come to share life together. It's the strong helping the weak. It's the weak helping the strong. L'Arche clearly states that we are not out to save the world, but that in our own very small way we are called to be a sign of hope. We are called to show the world a different, more compassionate, more human, way to live.<br />
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And I think that's beautiful. Henri Nouwen also believed that it was beautiful. In his book "Adam: God's Beloved" he shares about his own relationship with a core member (L'Arche's term for community members with intellectual disabilities) and how this man who was nonverbal and needed assistance with almost every aspect of his life was a manifestation of Christ, and how his relationship with Adam impacted his own life. That is all very beautiful, and a very real part of what it means to be in L'Arche.<br />
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To be a part of L'Arche is to experience that beauty: The joy a core member expresses when his favorite song comes on the radio, or he does a good job at bowling. The unconditional love that is offered, not because you've deserved it or earned it, but just because a core member loves you. Constant comments of how handsome or skinny you are, and how much you need a vacation. The connections that are formed by sharing life with core members, being present with them daily. These are all things that I have experienced, and which have made my time at L'Arche to be a very beautiful thing.<br />
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But, sometimes, if we are honest, L'Arche can also be pretty terrible. When you form relationships with anyone, you are opening yourselves up to the beautiful parts of them, but also the not so beautiful parts. If we are honest, we can admit that we all have some not so beautiful parts. It's just that most of us have spent years learning how to cope with them, or to hide them. People with intellectual disabilities are often much more open with and about this part of themselves.<br />
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So, sometimes L'Arche can be terrible because a core member acts out in violence towards you or someone else. It can also be terrible when you realize that it is a very human place, filled with broken and hurting people, with and without disabilities. It can be terrible when you find yourself feeling lonely, even though you are constantly surrounded by people.<br />
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It can also be terrible when you are unable to help the core members in a way that you want. When you talk with a core member about how he wants to be seen as important and popular, but because of his disability he is ignored or disregarded. Or when you sit nearby as a core member experiences a seizure, knowing there isn't anything you can do to make it stop. Or when one of the core members is given a life altering health diagnosis, and you can only do so much as you accompany them through their sickness and death. And then you are faced with the reality of life in a community that is now different, because they aren't there anymore.<br />
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To be a part of L'Arche is to also open yourself up to experience that which is not beautiful. To experience the very real, and sometimes messy, loud, chaotic, troubling, painful lives of people with disabilities. To live day by day, side by side, with people with developmental disabilities (and, let's be honest, people without them, too) is to invite all that they are to be in relationship with all that you are.<br />
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And that's where it gets beautiful again. Because you can't have an encounter like that and leave unchanged. Living in L'Arche will broaden your mind, open your heart, increase your capacity to love, change how you view the world, even change how you view yourself. Living in authentic relationships with people with and without disabilities, recognizing that each has something valid and unique and important and special to share - including yourself!! - helps us all to become better, stronger, more compassionate versions of ourselves.<br />
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So, yeah. L'Arche is beautiful. But L'Arche is also terrible. It is both things at the same time. And I think that's pretty beautiful.<br />
<br />Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17520958225617025411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517191329010953892.post-74540123641276219352016-07-27T08:15:00.003-05:002016-07-27T08:17:10.496-05:00The ADA, Japan, and L'Arche<div class="" data-block="true" data-editor="50llp" data-offset-key="bp5bf-0-0" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;">
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<span data-offset-key="bp5bf-0-0" style="font-family: inherit;">Twenty six years ago yesterday, the Americans with Disabilities Act was passed and signed into law. This piece of legislation prohibits the discrimination on the basis of disability in the workplace, State and local government, public buildings, transportation, and others. It was a big step forward in the recognition that people with disabilities are people, deserving of the same things as the rest of the world.
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Yesterday, in Japan, a man wielding a knife killed 19 people with disabilities and injured at least 26 others. It was claimed that he said, "It is better that disabled people disappear." It was a senseless tragedy, and one that we can all agree should not have happened. But if you talk to many people with disabilities, they'll say that they often feel invisible in our society.
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We live in a world built for and by people of "normal" abilities. Many places we go and things that we enjoy are not accessible to people with mobility impairments. People with developmental disabilities are often put places where they are out of the way, so that we don't have to acknowledge that they exist. Although we wouldn't go so far as that man wielding a knife, people with disabilities often receive the message that it would be better if they just disappeared.
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This is why I choose to be in L'Arche. Because it recognizes the gifts of people with disabilities. It says that not only are their lives important, but they are worth celebrating. It says that our lives are made better and richer by their presence. It says that we all, regardless of abilities, have gifts to share and are capable of contributing to the world around us. We are all important, we should all be recognized as valuable, none of us should just disappear.
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What happened in Japan was senseless. It was a horrible act of violence against people of unlimited value and worth. While there isn't anything I can do to change what happened, and not much I can do to ease the suffering of those who were directly impacted, what I can do is embrace those around me who are considered disabled, and let them know that they are not invisible to me. I see them, and know them, and love them.</span></div>
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Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17520958225617025411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517191329010953892.post-65884224032961832292016-06-21T08:53:00.001-05:002016-06-21T08:58:19.035-05:00Body parts and community It's funny how you can take something for granted until something happens to it, and then you realize how important it actually is.<br />
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Take, for example, my index finger. Not the one on my right hand, which is my dominant hand, but the one on my left hand. It's not normally a part of my body for which I show much appreciation. I don't even usually think about it all that much.<br />
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Until yesterday, that is.<br />
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I was preparing supper in my apartment, and needed to open a vacuum sealed package of fish. Rather than walking five steps, opening the drawer, and taking out the pair of scissors, I decided to use the large kitchen knife I had been using to chop vegetables instead. So, holding the package with my left hand, I took the knife and cut through the plastic. It was about that time I felt a sharp pain in the index finger of my left hand. Not only had I managed to slice the plastic holding the fish, but I sliced my finger. And it was a pretty good slice.<br />
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I remembered all of the things that I had learned about how to stop bleeding. Things like applying pressure to the wound and keeping it elevated. So I was sitting on the floor of my bathroom doing these things but they just weren't working. I figured I would need some outside help. I grabbed my cellphone and called my friend and co-worker Nicole.<br />
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"I cut my finger and I don't know if I'll need stitches," I told her. "Also, I don't have any band-aids."<br />
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She came to my apartment bearing gauze and medical tape. She took one look at my finger and said, "Yeah, you're gonna need stitches." She helped me bandage my finger and then offered to drive me to urgent care.<br />
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After receiving six stitches, and a really cool neon green bandage, I returned home to finish preparing my dinner. It was then that I started to realize how important my index finger on my non-dominant hand really is. It was difficult to hold things, or to wash dishes in the sink, since I can't get the bandage wet. I kept bumping my finger into things, which would give me a fairly painful reminder. Buttoning up my shirt, or buckling my belt, became interesting endeavors. Taking a shower with a plastic bag over my hand, to keep it dry, effectively rendered my left hand useless. Many of my friends have mentioned that I won't be able to play my ukulele for a while. Even typing this blog entry without the use of my index finger is difficult, and results in quite a few typos.<br />
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This injury is showing me how this seemingly unimportant body part actually plays a vital part in my life. I am reminded how something that I had taken for granted, and not given much thought to, is actually an important part of my day to day life.<br />
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I think we can tend to do this with people. We can overlook them, or take them for granted. We can think that they don't play an important part in our lives and therefore that makes them unimportant. It can be an easy thing to do. But when we do that, when we disregard people, I think we do ourselves a disservice. Because, when we do that, we fail to see the person and all of the gifts that they have to offer. We fail to recognize that they are worthy and deserving of love, just as much as ourselves or anyone else.<br />
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In L'Arche, we strive to recognize and lift up the gifts of each person. No matter their abilities or struggles, we choose to recognize that they have something unique and special to offer the world, something that only they can give. It might be easier to disregard or to ignore them, but we choose to lift them up and to build community around them. It is then that we are blessed to see their gifts and how their presence impacts and enriches our lives.<br />
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No one is more or less important than anyone else. We each have a part to play and gifts to share. Even if those gifts are harder to see, or not ones that we might readily lift up as important. But when we choose to realize that without each other that our community, our body, is incomplete we open ourselves to being transformed.<br />
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Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17520958225617025411noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517191329010953892.post-73363338978259454962015-10-26T23:23:00.001-05:002015-10-28T20:38:12.767-05:00a simple dinner partyLast week, our community had five volunteers from a college stay with us and volunteer their time in our homes and day programs as part of a service learning trip. Two of them stayed and helped out at the house where I live, while the other three shared time at our other houses. During the day, they were involved in other things, such as helping at our day programs, or participating in formation and small group discussions. In the evenings they would come back to the house to spend time with our core members and to help out in other ways.<br />
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Another group of seven volunteers from the same college stayed at another site in Kansas City. One of the evenings that the volunteers were here, our house hosted all five that were staying in our community, as well as the seven at the other site. We set up an extra table end-to-end with our regular dining room table, and sixteen people sat around it enjoying a nice dinner and some fun conversation about all of the things they had been experiencing that week.<br />
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At one point, David, one of the core members, excused himself from the table and took his plate into the kitchen. After putting it in the dishwasher, he went upstairs to his room where I assumed he was going to stay and listen to his music or watch TV.<br />
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A few minutes later he came back downstairs bringing with him his karaoke machine. The conversation began to diminish as we all turned to see what he was doing. David sat the karaoke machine down in the corner of the room and plugged it into the wall. Taking the microphone in his hand, and turning it on, he turned and began to address the rest of us in the room.<br />
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He started by welcoming everyone, and then said that he was going to be handing out some awards. As he said this, he gestured to the top of the nearby china cabinet where his sand art collection was displayed. One of David's favorite hobbies is making sand art using colored sand and small, clear, plastic bottles. He buys kits from the store and will spend entire afternoons at the dining room table layering different colors of sand into bottles of different shapes and sizes.<br />
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One by one, he called each of the volunteers forward, starting with those who had been staying in our community, and presented them with a carefully selected sand art bottle. After the five of them had graciously received their awards, he began calling forward the volunteers we had just met that evening. Each person present in the room received one of his sand art creations, as well as some kind and affirming words. By some coincidence, or perhaps there was some other force at work, he had just enough bottles for everyone present.<br />
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The awards were simply small plastic bottles, filled with colored sand. It's hard to say how long they had been sitting on top of the china cabinet. But, in that moment, they became items of special worth. The reactions of the volunteers, as they were called forth and received one of the bottles, was as if they had won something of significance. The mood in the room changed from one of casual conversation to one of celebration and excitement. All of this was because David, a man with Down's Syndrome, decided it was time for an awards ceremony.<br />
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That evening was a tangible example of what L'Arche does. The simple became significant. People were recognized as special and loved and deserving of praise. Not because of anything that they had achieved, but simply because they were there. A simple dinner party turned into a time of celebration and joy, because of the love of a core member. And this all happened because David, a man with Down's Syndrome, who might be considered by many people in the world as not having much to offer, was able to recognize and share it.Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17520958225617025411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517191329010953892.post-39728302363105037372015-10-13T14:15:00.000-05:002015-10-13T14:15:22.484-05:00You're In HereEvery week here at L'Arche Heartland, the entire community gathers in one of our homes for our Prayer Night. At these gatherings, we share a meal, then have some sort of discussion or activity, and then we share any prayer concerns that we have. A few weeks ago, it was my turn to lead the activity and since the focus was on helping each other honor the relationships that are important to us, I thought it would be fun to have each person make a "family tree" where we could write or draw all of the people who are important in our lives. I told the group that they could include whoever they wanted on their family trees, whether they were relatives or friends. They could include anybody who they felt was important in their lives. So we spent some time creating our family trees and then we went around and whoever wanted to share theirs with the group was able.<br />
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Afterwards, as we were cleaning up and milling about, Alex, one of our core members, came over to me and held up his family tree to show me. Now, Alex and I lived together for two years and since I have moved to one of our other houses we will still often spend time together. As I glanced over his tree I saw his mom and brothers were listed, and then there were other people who I knew weren't biological family. "Wait a minute," I said, giving him a hard time. "I don't see my name on here!"<br />
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Without missing a beat, Alex looked at me, pointed at his heart and said, "But you're in here."<br />
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That is a gift of living in community in L'Arche. People who might not have gotten the opportunity to meet, who come from many different places, choose to live together and relationships are formed. Bonds are built between people of different ages and abilities. Though we might not be biologically related, and we might not have a place on one another's actual family trees, through our lives together we make room for each other in our hearts. We come with the intention of helping other people, and we end up in relationship with them and loving them.<br />
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So, I'm ok with being left off of Alex's family tree on that piece of paper, because here in L'Arche I've become family with him where it matters, in our hearts.<br />
<br />Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17520958225617025411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517191329010953892.post-25632359350181591832015-09-15T00:04:00.001-05:002015-09-15T00:04:34.208-05:00Taking a WalkA couple days ago, I went for a walk around the neighborhood with one of the guys I live with. He can be a little unsteady on his feet, especially on uneven sidewalks, and so when we go for a walk it is always with his arm linked through mine for added support and stability.<br />
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This day, as we were walking down the block, I wanted to walk faster than we were going. But my walking partner was having trouble with the pace that I wanted. I pulled and tugged and grimaced, trying to coerce him to speed up. He pulled and tugged and grimaced, trying to continue walking at his slow pace. As I kept trying to walk faster, and he kept trying to maintain his slower pace, his hand kept pulling at my arm and shirt. I kept having to readjust his hand so it was in a spot that was more comfortable for me.<br />
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I was quickly growing frustrated with him. I wondered why he couldn't just speed up and walk just a little faster. I was regretting going on this walk, and was beginning to wish that I had just stayed at home instead.<br />
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But then, something happened. I decided that instead of trying to convince him to walk at a pace that was uncomfortable or that he was unable to maintain, I would try to slow down to his pace. As soon as I did that, the struggle ended, and we moved into a nice, pleasant, leisurely stroll through the neighborhood. The obvious frustration that we were both feeling with each other dissipated and we began to enjoy the walk.<br />
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When I stopped trying to force him to be what I wanted him to be, and accepted him as he was in that moment, we were able to stop struggling and begin to enjoy one another. When I gave him the space to walk at his own speed, the walk turned from a cause of conflict into something that we both enjoyed.<br />
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This is the gift of L'Arche, where life lessons pop up in unlikely places from unlikely teachers. And my walking partner helped me learn this lesson, which applies to more than just going on a walk, without even saying a word.<br />
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<br />Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17520958225617025411noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517191329010953892.post-85496355405425567052015-07-27T01:19:00.000-05:002015-07-27T01:23:18.954-05:00Lessons in relationship<div class="MsoNormal">
The past month or two here at L'Arche Heartland has been
full of transition. Our Community Leader, who had served in that capacity for
17 years, has moved on to pursue other adventures. One of our Community
Coordinators was selected to move up and fill that role, so that meant that his
position was open and, after a search process, we welcomed back a much loved
former assistant to fill it. We've also had a handful of assistants leave or
announce that they are leaving soon, and we've welcomed a couple new ones.
There have been a lot of hellos and goodbyes recently.</div>
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One thing I have learned about life in community is that
this is a pretty consistent reality. People are always coming to our community.
Some stay for a long time, some for a while, and some are just here for what
seems like too brief of a moment. Some
of the assistants I've worked with have become good friends, we make time to
see each other and spend time together. Some have even remained good friends
once they have left the community, while others have moved on to become Facebook
acquaintances, or characters in fun stories I share over coffee.</div>
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But through all of this transition, there is a steadfast
presence, a presence that has been here and will most likely continue to be
here even as assistants come and go. That is the presence of the core members.
They have been here for the assistants that have spent a couple years in this
place, they have lived with the assistants who were here for too short of a
time, and they have kept on with the assistants who probably stayed longer than
they ought. They have welcomed new
people into their lives and then celebrated them as their journeys took them
elsewhere. They have sat at the table as countless pairs of hands have prepared
them meals or administered their medications. They have continued to journey
alongside all sorts of people for however long their pathways have coincided.</div>
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It would be easy for them to become worn-out by this, to
realize that the assistants who come in the front door will most likely exit at
some point. They could realize that the people who they have grown to trust and
love as housemates and friends will probably move on to other homes and people.
They could allow this to affect how they interact with people, to harden their
hearts or create a tough exterior that makes forming relationships hard.</div>
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And maybe some do, but that has not been my experience. From
my vantage point, the core members I have gotten to know have continued to
welcome assistants and volunteers and friends with wide open hearts and arms.
They have continued to celebrate as new assistants come into the community,
welcoming them into their homes, sharing with them their lives and stories.
Each new assistant is welcomed and loved, regardless of how many have come and
gone before.</div>
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In this way, the core members have been good teachers for
me. As new assistants join our community, it's easy for me to look at them and
wonder how long they will remain. Will this one stay for a year? Maybe longer?
Or will they move on after three months, or even before that? Why is this one
even still here? Why does that one have to leave so soon? </div>
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But it is not my job to ask these questions. Some may leave
before I am ready, and some may stay longer than I expect, but each one's
journey is unique to them and ultimately up to them to decide. The core members
have shown me that my only job is to journey alongside them, and to love and
accept them, for as long as I am allowed. </div>
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And in my time here at L'Arche
Heartland, I have been blessed to be in relationship with some pretty amazing
teachers, who have taught me by example, who have shown me what this looks like, and who I can only hope to emulate in my relationships with others.</div>
Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17520958225617025411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517191329010953892.post-45829429584048210352015-05-29T21:22:00.003-05:002015-05-29T21:22:42.016-05:00Jubilee celebrations reflections day 2Today was the first full day of L'Arche USA's 50th anniversary jubilee celebration. The highlight for me had to have been the party we had this afternoon. As part of the celebration, representatives from each community paraded around carrying banners with the names of the community and the year it was founded on them. Alex, one of our core members, and I were the representatives from L'Arche Heartland.<br />
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It sort of reminded me of the Olympics when they have the parade of nations. The different athletes parade behind the flag of their countries. Each athlete comes to exercise their talents in their sports with the hopes of winning a gold medal.<br />
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Of course, our parade was a little different. We come, each with our own gifts, but not to compete. We come together because we are on the same team and we want to celebrate our shared journey together in L'Arche. We come to build one another up, to celebrate the great things we have done together, and to hope for and envision the great things to come.<br />
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As we walked around the group that was gathered, we were all singing the song "This Little Light of Mine." I thought that was fitting. L'Arche is a light in the world, shining hope and love into dark places. As we walked, carrying the banners from our respective communities, we were bearing witness to the lights that we are shining in our own little corners of the world.<br />
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We also had a solidarity fair, where our communities sold handmade arts and crafts to raise money for solidarity, so that we can be in relationship with and continue to support L'Arche communities throughout the world.<br />
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For 50 years L'Arche has been a light throughout this world. My prayer and my hope is that we might continue to be a light in the dark places for many, many, many more!!Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17520958225617025411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517191329010953892.post-87095597983550145132015-05-28T22:01:00.001-05:002015-05-29T07:59:49.136-05:00Jubilee Celebration day one reflectionsSo today, after a 21 hour, 2 day van ride from Kansas to Washington DC, we are now participating in L'Arche USA's celebration to mark the 50th anniversary jubilee of L'Arche Internationale.<br />
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After eating dinner (because that's important to us in L'Arche) and singing songs together (because that's another important thing to us) we were blessed with the opportunity to hear from Eileen Glass, the Vice International Leader of L'Arche Internationale. She started out by sharing with us some of her memories from the early days of L'Arche when she was living at a L'Arche in Winnipeg in the 70's and two people from L'Arche Erie in Pennsylvania came to visit them. At that point, L'Arche Erie, which is the oldest L'Arche community in the US, was only two years old. She shared how at that time there were only a couple of L'Arche communities in the United States.<br />
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As we gathered in that room today, 50 years after Jean, Philippe, and Raphael moved in together to start this movement we call L'arche, it was filled with representatives from the 18 established communities in the US, as well as some of the 3 emerging communities. It was so full we were even asked to squeeze together so more people could have places to sit.<br />
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To me, that was a sign of hope, which is the mission of L'Arche. It's a sign of hope that in the midst of this world that can so often be filled with things like hatred, violence, racism, sexism, and that can leave people feeling unwanted or unloved, that there are still people in this world that believe in community and acceptance and love and compassion and kindness and joy.<br />
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This makes me thankful for Jean Vanier, and for Raphael and Philippe who were brave enough to step out of their comfort zones to attempt a different way of life 50 years ago. It makes me thankful for all of the people who have come since then, to live in communities that have already been established, and to bravely step out and start new ones in places where the witness of L'Arche is greatly needed. It makes me thankful for Henri Nouwen and others who have shared stories of life in L'arche with people who might not have heard of it otherwise. It makes me thankful that I read that book by Nouwen that sparked my interest in L'Arche and began the journey that led me to living in L'Arche. It also makes me thankful for opportunities like this, to gather together with so many wonderful and beautiful and amazing people who believe that the mission and vision of L'arche are important in our world and strive to live it out everyday.<br />
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I am eager to see and experience all of the fun and joy and celebration and love that these next few days hold for all of us!!!Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17520958225617025411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517191329010953892.post-69560712464506809382015-05-18T15:04:00.000-05:002015-05-18T22:00:35.570-05:00Someone loves you!Here in our community we have the tradition of gathering weekly in one of our homes for a time of fellowship and prayer. We call it Prayer Night, and the assistants take turns cooking a meal for everyone, and we spend some time together in fellowship, talking and socializing. After the meal, we have a discussion or an activity led by an assistant based on a particular theme. For a few weeks we are focusing on the theme of "Looking forward with trust and call in the mission."<br />
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At one of our recent Prayer Nights, one of our assistants was leading a discussion about our future and we were thinking what that might look like for each one of us and for our community. We drew pictures of how we see ourselves today and what we hope to be in the future. As a way to wrap it up the assistant was sharing how each of our futures might be different, and might include different things, but there is one thing that is consistent in all of them and that is that there is someone who will always love us, no matter what. Then she asked the group who that someone might be.<br />
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One of the core members who was sitting close to me answered the question with a loud, "MARK LEPPER!"<br />
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Now, I know this isn't the answer the assistant was hoping people would say. She was expecting them to say God, or Jesus, and several of them did. And while I laughed at the humor that I saw in the particular core members answer, I was actually touched by his response.<br />
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In the Bible, there is a lot of talk about love. Jesus tells his disciples numerous times that they are to love one another, love their neighbors, love their enemies... pretty much love everybody. The second most important commandment, next to loving God, is that we are to love others.<br />
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I know that I fall short of this command pretty often. I can sometimes be impatient, unfriendly, short-tempered, and even rude. But at our Prayer Night, this core member's answer helped me to see that I must be doing something right.<br />
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<i>"We are not called by God to do extraordinary things, but to do ordinary things with extraordinary love." - Jean Vanier</i>Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17520958225617025411noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517191329010953892.post-81343214486501962302015-04-25T22:44:00.002-05:002015-04-25T22:44:44.502-05:00the Academy AwardsThis evening was the Academy Awards. Now, I know what you might be thinking - the Academy Awards were in February. Well, that was the award show put on by the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences. The award ceremony that was held tonight was put on by L'Arche Heartland and, in my opinion, was much better!<br />
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Our version of the Academy Awards is the brainchild of one of our core members. He loves all things Broadway, and is a big fan of Lawrence Welk and Carol Burnett and things of that nature. I'm not sure how long we've been celebrating the Academy Awards, although he announced tonight, on a microphone and broadcast by a karaoke machine, while wearing a suit and tie, that it was the 28th annual L'Arche Academy Awards. But our community has only been around for 28 years, and he hasn't been here the whole time, so I know that number isn't quite accurate. It's been at least four that I have attended, and I've seen awards from years prior. So, anyway, it's been a while.<br />
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Preparations for this award ceremony start weeks in advance. He will go to the store to buy party supplies and decorations. He makes a list of things he needs, like sparkling grape juice and a cookie cake. Then, at some point, he sits down and, with the help of an assistant, comes up with awards for members of our community and then decorates them.<br />
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Now, in Hollywood's version of the Academy Awards, lots of people get nominated for an award, but only a few people win them. In this way, there are perceived winners and losers. In L'Arche's version, everyone wins. Every current community member gets an award, assistants who are no longer working in our community get an award, even the music therapist who volunteers once a week gets an award. And some of them are for what we might consider pretty ordinary things. For instance, one gentleman in our community got an award because he likes the Power Rangers. Another got an award for his eagerness to wash our vans. One guy got an award for his appreciation of chainsaws. And, while you might think that these are silly and meaningless, they mean a lot to the people who get them. The gentleman who won the award for chainsaws, after receiving his award and returning to his seat, turned in his chair and held it up to me and said, "Look!" He was excited and happy to win an award, to be recognized and honored by his community for being who he is.<br />
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And that is very L'Arche. All sorts of people who would be overlooked by Hollywood's version of the awards are seen as special, and unique, and as worthy of being noticed. People who can sometimes struggle to get along in society are honored and seen as important and valuable in L'Arche. Their contributions, no matter how small or meaningless people in the world might deem them, are seen as important and invaluable and worthy of being celebrated.<br />
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So, we handed out a lot of awards. And then we drank sparkling grape juice and shared a giant chocolate chip cookie. And there was even a little dancing, and a lot of laughing. And people felt appreciated and honored and known. So I will gladly take our little, messy, simple version of the Academy Awards over Hollywood's big, fancy and flashy version any day.Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17520958225617025411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517191329010953892.post-73933291153183674692015-03-22T23:01:00.006-05:002015-03-22T23:02:24.423-05:00The Beauty of L'ArcheA local church has started gatherings once a month on Sunday nights, and have been focusing on community and the various ways that can take shape. The pastor who is in charge of planning these gatherings has some connections to our community here at L'Arche, and so he asked if we'd be willing to bring a group and to share with them about our community and how it is shaped. The person on our end who kind of took the lead in setting it up asked if I'd be willing to share for about ten minutes on what I see as the beauty of L'Arche. So, what follows is what I shared.<br />
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First, I do have to say that I borrowed a bit from my last blog post. There are some ideas that I first expressed in that post that I thought fit well with what I was trying to say, so I used them. So if you think some things about this blog post sound familiar, and you happen to have read my previous one, then that would be why.<br />
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Second, I don't think you get the full effect of the presentation without Alex, a member of our community, constantly interjecting with things like, "That's the truth." and "I remember that." and "I love you Markeeeeeeee!!!!!!" So just throw some of those in there, followed by the amused chuckling of everyone else, and you'll get a better idea of how it went.<br />
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<b>The Beauty of L'Arche</b><br />
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When someone looks at L'Arche from the outside, they might
think that the beauty of it is that L'Arche provides a home for people who
might not be able to do it for themselves. In a L'Arche home, the core members
(what we call the people who live in our homes who have disabilities) are
provided with food and shelter, we transport them to work and to various
activities and social gatherings. When people come to live in a L'Arche home,
they are taken care of and all of their needs are met. So someone might
think that this is what makes L'Arche
beautiful.</div>
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Or they might look and see the assistants, which is what we
call the people who choose to come and live in a home, or to share time with
people who have a developmental disabilities. They might think that the beauty
comes from people who are willing to give their time and energy to help someone
else live a better life. It can seem like a compassionate, selfless, difficult
thing to do. But, for some reason, people choose to do it. And so that seems
like what makes L'Arche beautiful.</div>
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These things are beautiful parts of L'Arche, and although
the beauty of L'Arche would not be possible without both of these things, I
wouldn't say that are what makes L'Arche beautiful. On their own, they are
definitely good, but people with developmental disabilities can have their
needs provided for and other people can come and do that work, and it can all
be done in a way that is sterile and clinical. The work of maintaining a house
and looking after the people who live there can often be just that: work. But
what makes L'Arche beautiful is the thing that separates us from being just
work.</div>
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The mission of L'Arche, which is a statement that every
L'Arche community in the world follows and believes, states: We are people,
with and without developmental disabilities, sharing life in communities
belonging to an international federation. Mutual relationships and trust in God
are at the heart of our journey together. We celebrate the unique value of
every person and recognize our need of one another. </div>
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What really makes L'Arche beautiful might not be as easily
seen from the outside. It's something that needs to be experienced, I think.
What I believe makes L'Arche beautiful is the life-changing relationships that
are formed in our communities between people of all ages and all abilities.
These are not one sided relationships, but like our mission statement says they
are mutual. And I have found them to be transformative.</div>
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I think it is a common perception of many people who come to
be assistants at L'Arche that it will be much like I described at the
beginning. They believe that they are coming to do something good with their
lives, to help people who might not be able to help themselves, and to do good
work. But, once they get to L'Arche, and they engage with the core members,
their original perceptions are changed. They begin to see that while they might
be cooking meals, doing laundry, helping with basic hygiene, and administering
medications, they are receiving something immeasurable.</div>
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I want to share with you a couple of the relationships I
have formed and how I feel like they have been mutually transforming for me.</div>
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A couple weeks ago, I moved into the same house as Brian.
Brian is nonverbal, and needs a lot of assistance in his daily life. Caring for
Brian is pretty hands-on. People might look at my relationship with Brian and
assume that it is pretty one-sided that it all comes from what I can or need to
do for him. But, Brian is already teaching me to be patient. He's showing me
the value of being gentle and careful. I can sit with Brian, or go for a walk
with him, and just be with him. He's a good listener and doesn't seem to mind
me telling him about whatever it is on a certain day that I might find
frustrating. It can also be frustrating, when he isn't able to communicate with
me as clearly or as quickly as I might like, but we are learning how to live
together and he is helping me to become a better assistant and person.</div>
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Or there's Matt. I lived with Matt for about a year when I
first came to L'Arche, and then again for about six months before I moved into
my current house. Matt is gentle and friendly, and absolutely loves chainsaws
and fire engines. In fact, seeing one of them in action can pretty much make
his entire day. He could see a fire truck on his way to work in the morning,
and then at supper time, he can turn to you and, with as much excitement as he
had earlier, he can tell you that he saw a firetruck and wonder if it was going
to help people. When I lived with Matt he was always asking me how my day or
weekend was, and if he knew I was going to be going somewhere for an extended
period of time, he would tell me that he was going to miss me. One time, we
were walking through the Oak Park Mall, and he heard a song coming from a store
that he liked, so he went in and started dancing. Matt has been a good friend
to me, and shown me how to find joy in the simple things, to be kind and
gentle, to care about those around you, and to dance when you feel like it.</div>
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Then we have Alex. I lived with Alex for about two years. He
can be full of energy, and always has something funny to say. When he loves
something or someone, everyone knows it. If he loves the CD of hard rock music
that he checked out from the library, you'll know it because it's blaring from
his room. If he loves a certain person, you will know it because he will scream
their name and run to hug them when he sees them. I tell people that maybe
besides my parents I don't know if I've ever had someone love me as much as
Alex does. In fact, one day a couple of years ago, he was so excited to see me
and loved me so much that he gave me a hug so hard that it bruised one of my
ribs. Living with Alex wasn't always easy, in fact a lot of days it could be
pretty frustrating. He has pretty strong opinions and isn't afraid to share
them. His emotions, while they are strong when he is excited or when he loves
someone, can be just as strong when he is angry or sad. But living with Alex I
knew there would always be someone excited to see me when I came in the door, I
knew that there was always someone who had my back or supported me, and I also
had a good example of what it looks like to love someone and to not be afraid
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These are just a few of the relationships I have formed in
my time at L'Arche, although I could probably go person to person and tell you
something that each one has taught or given to me or blessed me with during my
time here but that would definitely make me run over the time limit that I was
given. But that is what I have found to be the beauty of L'Arche, how each of
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The beauty of L'Arche is that we are choosing to live
together, and while I am helping the core members to live a better life by
cooking and cleaning, driving and administering medications, and helping them
with the daily tasks that are not easy for them, they are helping me to live a
better life by showing me how to love, how to be patient, how to accept myself,
how to be a good friend, and all of the other things that might not be easy for
me. The beauty of L'Arche is when we recognize that not only do people with
developmental disabilities need us to live a good life, but we need them to
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Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17520958225617025411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517191329010953892.post-33867467951890410892015-03-15T14:25:00.000-05:002015-03-15T14:25:19.748-05:00a deeper lookTo the outside observer, a L'Arche house consists of two types of people. There are those who have disabilities (who we call core members) who come to live in the house because they are unable or don't want to live on their own. Then there are those who choose to come live in the house and help out (who we call assistants) who do not have the label of being disabled. It is the assistants' job to assist (hence the name) the core member to live as fruitful and meaningful of a life as possible. To someone on the outside this is what it looks like, and I would say that this is a pretty big part of life in L'Arche. But, when you take a deeper look, it's really not that simple.<br />
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Many of the assistants will tell you that when they came to L'Arche they brought with them some lofty ideals of how they were going to do such good works, and how they were going to help the core members live better lives, and how they were excited about all of the things they had to offer to the core members. But, once they spent some time in L'Arche, and once they developed relationships with the core members, they began to realize and recognize all of the things that the core members were offering to them. It is not a one-way relationship where one only gives and the other only receives. Life in L'Arche is reciprocal.<br />
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Along those lines, the assistants often come into L'Arche thinking that the core members are the disabled ones, and that the core members are the ones who need help to live a better life. But that notion is quickly disproved, too. Yes, it is correct that the core members have disabilities. Some require help eating or bathing. Some use wheelchairs or crutches to get around. Some of them are deaf or blind. So, it is true all of the core members do have some kind of disability and that is what has brought them to L'Arche, but it is also true that the assistants bring their own disabilities, it's just that we are often better at hiding them.<br />
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Assistants can struggle with being open with others, or with trusting people. They can have trouble sharing their emotions or developing close relationships with others. Maybe they find it hard to love themselves or someone else. These are all things that many of us struggle with, but they are things at which many of our core members excel. And these are only a few of the disabilities that assistants can bring with them when they move into a L'Arche house.<br />
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I recently moved to a different house here in our community. I have been a live-in assistant in this house now for only a little over two weeks. Often times, when assistants are brand new in a community, there can be a honeymoon period where everything is lovely and wonderful and the quirks and behaviors of your housemates are funny and cute. But then, after a while, you begin to bump into each others' rough edges. The things that were cute or endearing are now irritating or obnoxious. Instead of being funny, your roommate asking you the same question multiple times a day is now annoying. And the constant compliments from another roommate, which you once found charming, are now kind of aggravating and an obstacle to actual conversation. You find it hard to overlook how someone in your house consistently leaves their dirty cereal bowl in the sink, or maybe they constantly scrape their fork on their plate at dinner. This is when the honeymoon is over and the reality of life together sinks in.<br />
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Having had the privilege of being a part of this community for around four years, there really wasn't much of a honeymoon period with this house. I have known and interacted and been in relationship with the core members and the other assistants here for several years now. In this new house, I now live with a couple of our core members who have more obvious disabilities and who require more assistance and, whether I like it or not, they have been helping me to see and recognize and confront my own disabilities.<br />
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Lately, I have found myself getting frustrated and angry pretty easily. I get upset when one of the core members is constantly trying to move things that aren't where he thinks they belong. Or when another core member won't comply when we need him to eat or to get ready for the day. Or when another core member gets distracted and focuses on 2,000 other things instead of the one thing that we would really like. In the moment, these things frustrate me and make me aware of my short temper and my impatience. As a result, I can end up losing my cool or snapping at someone, which doesn't ever solve the issue, but in the heat of the moment I am not thinking about it that way.<br />
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Stepping back, I am able to recognize that these are examples of how life in L'Arche is like a rock tumbler, and we are the rocks bumping into one another. Our rough edges can be sharp, and they can hurt. Knowing what I know of rock tumblers, I know that when the rocks are done in the tumbler they are smooth and shiny and beautiful. I know that through the process of life in L'Arche I am becoming smooth and shiny and beautiful, much like those rocks. I just know that I am in the middle of that process now, and it isn't always smooth or shiny or beautiful in the midst of it. When the rocks are tumbling it is noisy and a bit chaotic and sometimes it can be painful.<br />
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But also, in the midst of this, I have my other experiences to look back on. I have been blessed to have lived for a time in two of our other houses here, and so I have some idea of how these things go, at least for me. There were times when I would get frustrated, and want to strangle a housemate in one of those other houses because they breathed funny or something silly like that. But I also know that after my time living in both of those houses, I came to love and appreciate each of my housemates. It wasn't always easy, and I struggled more with some than others, but I can look back now and see how my relationships with each of them grew and blossomed, sometimes in spite of but often because of the the times when we bumped into one another and rubbed each other the wrong way.<br />
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That is part of what I have found to be the beauty of L'Arche. Living with core members and other assistants, while it is not easy and it is not always fun or exciting or glamorous, it is always rewarding. Sometimes, in the midst of the day-to-day issues, when everything is happening up close and personal, it is hard to see it that way. But when you look at things from a panoramic view, and you are able to see where you have been, and how it has led you to where you are, it can give you a new perspective. You can see and appreciate how, even though when you came you had intentions of helping the core members live a better life, that they are, in their own unique and amazing and valuable ways, helping you to grow and change and to live a better life, too.<br />
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So, I will continue to bump along in this rock tumbler. I won't always handle myself well, and I am sure to be impatient and lose my temper when someone knocks into my rough edges. But I know through the process of living together, of forgiving them for their rough edges, and forgiving myself for my own, I am coming ever closer to being that smooth, shiny, beautiful rock.<br />
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Every year members of the L'Arche communities in the region travel to Mobile to participate in the marathon weekend. The seven of us from L'Arche Heartland were there to run the marathon as a relay team. Since so many people from our region are there, we always have times set aside for us to get together and spend time with each other.<br />
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One of these times in particular was the evening after the race, which was the night before most of us would be heading home. We had a party room at a restaurant in Mobile called Felix's. There was eating, because it cannot be denied that we like to eat in L'Arche. A lot of fellowship and hospitality and friendship happens around the table, and L'Arche is really good at all three of those things.<br />
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But after we had gotten our fill of steak or fish, cheesecake or key lime pie, and donut holes, and after we had chatted with our neighbors at the table, quite a few of us drifted into the next room where a musician was on stage singing and playing his guitar and harmonica. It did not take long for us to show the rest of the people in that restaurant what we are good at in L'Arche - Celebrating!<br />
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There was a small dance floor in front of the stage and it did not take long for it to be filled with assistants and core members, friends and volunteers and community members. There was twirling and spinning, laughing and singing, and even a dip or two. As we were on the little dance floor, enjoying ourselves, I turned to the person next to me and said, "It wouldn't have been a real L'Arche gathering without some dancing!"<br />
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That celebration, the joy of being together, is a central part of L'Arche. In his book <i>Community and Growth</i>, Jean Vanier, the founder of L'Arche, says that "celebration is the specific act of a community as people rejoice and give thanks to the Father for he has bonded them together; he is looking after them and loves them. They are no longer individuals locked up in their own loneliness and independence. They are one body and each of them has their place in the body. Celebration is a cry of joy from all of them convenanted together, for they have been led through the passage of loneliness to love, of discouragement to hope." (pg 314)<br />
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There are many things I love about L'Arche, and many reasons why I have chosen to be a part of it. Nothing quite sums it up as well as what happened on that dance floor. Much in this world tries to convince us to be individuals, to look out for ourselves, to worry about getting ahead or being better than other people. But in L'Arche, we have chosen a different way of life. We have chosen to get out there on that dance floor together. Sometimes we bump into each other. Sometimes the dance move we think is going to look amazing ends up leaving a little bit to be desired. Sometimes a toe might get stepped on. But, most of the time, we are happy to be with each other. We have decided that the best way for us to live this life is with one another, spinning and dancing and laughing together.<br />
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Our life together, much like our dancing, might cause people to stare. Some of them might be intrigued by what's going on. Some might think that what we are doing is wonderful. Still others might have a hard time understanding why we're doing it. But, regardless, we continue dancing together, showing other people that you can sit at that table by yourself, or you can get up, kick off your shoes, and get your groove on!Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17520958225617025411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517191329010953892.post-82400844717506713862015-01-02T14:32:00.001-06:002015-01-02T14:41:20.176-06:00Daily lessonsI'm not sure what my deal is today. Despite nothing going wrong, I've had a bit of a short temper and I've been kind of snippy with people. I even called someone a mean name in the parking lot of our local grocery store. I was in our minivan by myself with the windows rolled up, so I'm sure they didn't hear me. But still, I'm generally not the kind of guy to call people names!<br />
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This morning, when I was helping one of the core members in my home get dressed, I noticed that he had taken the pair of jeans he wore the day before and put them back on a hanger and hung them on his closet door. I'm ok with wearing jeans more than once, but not if they have stains from dinner the night before on them. This is not the first time he has placed a dirty article of clothing back in the drawer or in the closet, and we've been encouraging him to remember to put dirty clothes in his hamper.<br />
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This morning, for some reason, this dirty pair of jeans was enough to irk me and so I kept repeatedly asking him where dirty clothes go, to which he'd reply, "The hamper." And I'd ask again, and he'd give me the same response. "Then why don't you put them there?!?" I snapped. Then I put the clean clothes we had chosen on his bed so he could change and stomped back upstairs.<br />
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On our way to work, this particular core member was in the backseat of the van. I had not been the most pleasant with him for most of the morning. As we were waiting at a stoplight I heard him speak up from his seat. "Hey Mark," he said. "Yes?" I asked. "I love you, Mark!" He replied with a big, beaming smile.<br />
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Jean Vanier, the founder of L'Arche, has said that L'Arche is a school of the heart. It is through our relationships with the core members that our hearts are opened and we grow in compassion and kindness and love. Today, while I was sitting in the driver seat being all grumpy, I think I received a lesson from one of my unlikely teachers in this school of the heart about unconditional love and forgiveness.Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17520958225617025411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517191329010953892.post-31018650517074746382014-08-30T20:22:00.000-05:002014-08-30T21:30:08.945-05:00There and back again<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">
Here is a letter I shared this past week with my seminary community. I wanted to share it with you to let you know about what is next in my great, big adventure.<br />
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I want to take a moment to share with you a part of my story. I feel like it’s a little long, but it is how and why I came to this place in my discernment.</div>
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During my time as Admissions Specialist, I have been given the gift of having many conversations with people who are discerning a call to ministry. I’ve heard them talk about what gives them joy, things that they are excited about, and where they feel they might be called to go. In the midst of these conversations I have been engaging in some discernment myself, and thinking about some of those very same things in my own life.</div>
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Wartburg has been a special place for me since I first visited as a college student. It became even more special when I finally made the decision to come and be a student here. It was a community where I was supported, encouraged and loved. I grew immensely during my time here. I especially loved my job as a student worker in the Admissions office. It was then that I began to think that working fulltime in the Admissions office at Wartburg might just be my dream job.</div>
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So, in 2011, when I met Karla at the ELCA Youth Ministry Network Extravaganza and talked with her about the transitions that were occurring in the Admissions office and that they would soon begin looking for an Admissions Specialist, I was excited about the possibility and I asked her to keep me in mind when they began the search. But at that time, I was in the midst of a crossroads in my journey.</div>
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I first heard about L’Arche communities through some of Henri Nouwen’s books. L’Arche is an international network of communities where people with and without intellectual disabilities share life together. The first L’Arche community was founded in France, and means “The Ark,” to symbolize Noah’s Ark and how it was a shelter in the midst of storms. There are L’Arche communities on six continents and in about 40 different countries throughout the world. They offer homes for people with intellectual disabilities where they are not just taken care of, but where they are seen as people with their own unique gifts and talents and spirt to share with others. Henri Nouwen lived the last ten years of his life in the L’Arche Daybreak community near Toronto, Canada and served as their pastor.</div>
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My first year of seminary I really began to get into some of Nouwen’s writings, and so a friend suggested I read his book<i>Adam: God’s Beloved</i>, which is the story of Henri’s relationship with Adam, a core member of L’Arche Daybreak (Core member is what we call the members of L’Arche who have intellectual disabilities, because we believe they are at the heart, or the core, of the community. Those without intellectual disabilities who choose to live in the community are called assistants). I knew as soon as I read that book that L’Arche was something special and something I wanted to find out more about. I didn’t see it as a potential reality for me at that time because I had already started the seminary process and didn’t think I could deviate from that.</div>
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The idea of L’Arche kept popping back into my life at various times, but I always had a reason as to why it wouldn’t work out or be possible. But in 2011, after I had served in my first call congregation for about 5 years and was coming to the realization that I needed to be somewhere else, the idea of L’Arche popped up again, and I didn’t really have an excuse this time. So, in conversation with some friends and with a spiritual director, I decided to explore the idea of L’Arche further. I contacted L’Arche USA (which oversees the 15 L’Arche communities in the United States) and began the conversation with them about joining a L’Arche community.</div>
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When Amy and Karla contacted me, then, in 2011 when they were ready to begin the process to look for an Admissions Specialist, I told them that I was happy they thought of me but that I had discerned myself in a different direction and wouldn’t be applying for the position. It wasn’t an easy decision, I mean here they were asking me to apply for what I had thought for years would be my dream job, but I was in conversation with L’Arche and wanted to honor that. In May of 2011, I moved into L’Arche Heartland in Overland Park, KS.</div>
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L’Arche Heartland is a great community made up of four homes which house 15 core members and about eight assistants. While the homes operate separately, there is a lot of interaction between them. The entire community is constantly getting together for weekly prayer nights, monthly community nights, birthday and anniversary celebrations, weekend trips to places like the zoo or a Kansas City Royals game, and often just to share meals at each other’s homes or to go to the park. I really enjoyed my relationships with the core members and the other assistants and really began to think that L’Arche might be becoming my vocation.</div>
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At the end of 2013, when I heard that the Admissions Specialist position was open again, I admit I was intrigued. It had been my dream job for quite some time, and so I emailed back and forth with Jealaine and Karla about the position. When Amy contacted me to have an initial conversation about the position, I thanked her but said that I didn’t think I was interested. I felt that I was happy in L’Arche and was content to stay there. But then, one day out of the blue, Jealaine emailed me the position description with a comment about how it was just to keep me on my toes, or something like that.</div>
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I read the position description and it reminded me of everything I loved about working in the Admissions office as a student. I laid awake for most of that night with the idea running through my head. So I told myself that I would just apply and I would have an interview and then I would tell them thanks but no thanks, and that I was still called to stay at L’Arche.</div>
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So the next day I wrote an email to Amy explaining everything that had happened between my last email, where I said I wasn’t interested, and this current email saying I hoped I could still apply. Luckily, Amy understood (she really gets discernment, in case you haven’t figured that out yet) and said I could, indeed, still apply.</div>
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I applied, and figured that we would have an initial phone interview and after that interview would be when I would tell them I wasn’t really interested. But instead they called and said they wanted to fly me from Kansas City to Dubuque for an in person interview. So, I flew out, and had a really great conversation with Amy, Karla and Eileen. I really felt like they were people that I could work well with, we had a lot of similar ideas about call and vocation and discernment and what an Admissions Specialist’s role is in the midst of that. I also loved being back on campus, which I hadn’t been since my three year retread in 2009. So it didn’t work out like I had planned. I couldn’t tell them that I wasn’t interested in the position because, after my interview and time on campus, I was actually really excited about it.</div>
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So when they offered me the position, I decided I would accept it. I told my bosses at L’Arche that I was going to accept it and we came up with an end date for my time in the community there. It wasn’t an easy decision, and the two weeks leading up to my departure were definitely not easy. I was filled with second thoughts, which I told myself was natural. Of course it would be sad to leave this community I love, but I would be going to another community that I love. It would work out.</div>
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Since I have been here at Wartburg, I have met some great people. The faculty, staff and students of this place continue to be pretty amazing, just like they were when I was a student. The prospective students I have had conversations with have been faithful people, earnestly trying to figure out God’s call in their lives. The work of an Admissions Specialist is really good work.</div>
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But throughout all of those conversations, I have come to discern that while it is good work, it is not the work I feel called to do. I think if I had taken the call in 2011, when it was originally presented to me, it probably would have been the dream job that I thought that it was. But the truth is, in between 2011 and today, I have had the opportunity to get to know the people and work of L’Arche and I think it was there that my sense of vocation shifted.</div>
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I don’t think I made the wrong choice to come to Wartburg. I think I needed to come here to see if this was my call. During my time here I think I have realized that while it is a good job, my heart just is not in it. My heart is still with the people at L’Arche Heartland and so I need to go back there. I deserve to be in a place where I feel called and Wartburg deserves to have someone in this position who feels like their heart is in it.</div>
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I am grateful for the time I have had here, for the people I have met and the relationships I have formed. I am extremely grateful for the wonderful people in the Department for Vocation. The office is always a good place to be, with constant laughter and fun. So that makes the decision that much harder, but I still believe it is the choice I need to make.</div>
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I make the trip back to L'Arche at the end of next week. It's with a lot of excitement, anticipation, eagerness and joy... but it comes with some sadness. I will definitely miss the colleagues and friends I have made during my time here. I would appreciate your prayers for everyone involved in this transition.</div>
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Here's to the coming new adventures!</div>
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Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17520958225617025411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517191329010953892.post-55492418239809196092014-03-14T16:01:00.000-05:002014-03-14T16:01:01.413-05:00a new adventure<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">It's with a lot of joy but also a lot of sadness that I share this news with all of you.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">After almost three years of living in community here at L'Arche Heartland, I have decided it is time to move on. It was not an easy decision. I have loved experiencing life with my brothers and sisters here in L'Arche. Life has never been dull. Every day has been different. I have felt extraordinarily welcome</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">d, unabashedly accepted and unconditionally loved during my time here. I have gotten to know so many wonderful, amazing, compassionate and fun people and they have definitely impacted my life and made me a better person. Experiencing life in L'Arche has been one of the best things I think I've ever done. So to think about leaving here hasn't been easy, it has brought (and will bring) a lot of tears, but I'm thankful for the way that my life has been changed because of my time at L'Arche. My last day here at L'Arche will be Friday, March 21st.<br /><br />So, what's my next adventure? I am going to move to Dubuque, Iowa where I have been called to serve as the Admissions Specialist at Wartburg Theological Seminary. I worked as an Admissions Assistant during my years as a student there, and loved it a lot, so I am excited for the opportunity to do it on a full-time basis, to journey alongside people as they discern the call of God in their lives, and determine if Wartburg Seminary is the community for them. It will sure be exciting work, and meaningful as well, and I'm looking forward to working with all of the wonderful people in the Department for Vocation of Wartburg Seminary. My first day on the job will be April 7th.<br /><br />So I would appreciate your prayers, for myself of course, but also for the communities of L'Arche Heartland and Wartburg Seminary during this time of transition.</span>Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17520958225617025411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517191329010953892.post-78570794833062619162014-02-12T23:07:00.001-06:002014-02-12T23:21:09.692-06:00Community as a Rock TumblerA couple of years ago I attended an event sponsored by the L'Arche community in Saint Louis. They had brought in a speaker to lead a workshop in the afternoon and then speak at an event that evening. The speaker they had brought in was Sister Sue Mosteller, a Sister of St Joseph, who is affiliated with the L'Arche Daybreak community in Canada. She was going to be presenting and speaking about accompaniment in community. Sue had spent the previous 30 or so years as a member and community leader of L'Arche Daybreak, and so she knows a thing or two about life in community.<br />
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She shared a lot of stories about how she has accompanied people in community life, and shared some practical ways that we can accompany others. There is one thing that she said that has stuck with me for quite some time, and it is something that I have found to be true. In one of her talks she compared life in community to a rock tumbler.<br />
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When I was younger, I had a rock collection. These weren't special rocks, at least to anyone other than me, but they were rocks that I had found and I thought they looked cool, or that they were an interesting color or pattern. I kept most of them in a box in my bedroom. I never really did anything with them, but I remember looking in a catalog and seeing a rock tumbler and how it was advertised to make your rocks shiny and smooth. I remember thinking that I really needed one so I could polish my rock collection.<br />
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The way a rock tumbler works is that you put a group of rocks into a barrel, and then you add some sort of abrasive element and then a bit of water, or some other lubricant. Over a span of time, sometimes multiple weeks, the barrel slowly rotates and the rocks tumble around. They bump into each other and rub against one another, often through different stages of tumbling involving abrasive grit of varying hardness. The length of time that a rock remains in the tumbler depends on the hardness of the rock and the smoothness that is desired.<br />
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I can appreciate this analogy. After living in L'Arche for the past three years, I can say that it sometimes feels like a rock tumbler. There are days when we bump into each other, when we rub one another the wrong way. There are times when even the slightest action can cause someone to get upset. It's when someone else has bumped into one of our rough edges. It hurts. It reminds us that we aren't perfect.<br />
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But even just three years in, I can see some of the results. The way I might have handled a situation even just a year ago might not be the way I would handle it today. A community member who may have gotten on my nerves in the past is now a friend (or at least tolerable). Something which seemed completely awful before doesn't elicit quite the same dramatic reaction as it once did. After living with people in community, after bumping up against the others, even for such a short time, some of my rough edges have begun to wear down.<br />
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With a rock tumbler, the end result is a rock that has become smooth and shiny. The rough edges have been worn down through the process of the rocks tumbling into one another and the result is something beautiful.<br />
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I'm not saying that I'm a smooth and shiny rock. Pretty far from it, most days. I think that someone could live in community for years upon years and people could still find some rough edges to bump up against. I would even dare to say that Sister Sue Mosteller, or even Jean Vanier (the founder of L'Arche who has been living in community for 50 years) have some rough edges of their own left. But life in community makes us into something better than we are on our own. It rubs away that which detracts from our inner beauty and it brings forth that which shines. It helps us reveal those things inside of us which are special and colorful and brilliant. I think it also makes us aware of our own rough edges, so we are more forgiving about and willing to turn a blind eye towards the rough edges of those sharing life with us.<br />
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Community as a rock tumbler. It isn't easy. It can even sometimes even be painful. But it calls us toward being the best versions of ourselves, and it brings out the beauty in each one of us. And, for that, I'm thankful to be bumping around in this barrel we call L'Arche.Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17520958225617025411noreply@blogger.com1