Today we're going to Santa Monica - to the beach and the pier. Tonight is everything that we absolutely have to do before we leave, including a BBQ, the talent/no talent show (TNT), secret buddy final gift exchange, affirmations, and closing. Lots of preparations to be made. Everyone is sneaking off to have secret conversations with other people, and it's getting very confusing.
This morning, the Bulldogs (my group) are on cooking duty, making pancakes. I slipped into the sanctuary for a few minutes, for a tiny bit of centering time. Once inside, it was completely silent, even though the kitchen is right nearby. I walked down the center aisle to stand in a patch of light streaming in from the stained glass windows on either side. I closed my eyes and just stood there in the silence and light. When I opened my eyes, I looked around. Each of the stained glass windows represents one of the apostles. The pool of light that I happened to be standing in was a combination of light coming through the Peter window on one side, and the Judas window directly opposite.
Love, Rebecca
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Thursday, June 19, 2008
The Museum of Tolerance
In addition to Katie's description of our trip to the museum yesterday, I would like to share a little bit about my experience. Quite honestly, I couldn't offer any comments on the earlier part of the exhibit- on various horrible things that were going on all over the place- because the Holocaust section completely erased all of it from my head. The Holocaust exhibit was particularly difficult for me because all of my great-grandparents, and most of my great-aunts and -uncles on my dad's side were killed in the Holocaust. I almost chickened out, and did not go through the exhibit, but with tremendous support from Becca and Katie, I figured I could make it. It was a tour guided completely by light and sound that described the events surrounding the Holocaust. The tour ended in a mock up of a gas chamber, which was really scary because we actually felt like the could have gassed us if they had wanted to. It was, overall, a rather horrible (although educational) experience. The only really great thing was the amazing atmosphere from all the other work campers in response to the emotional stress.
In other news, secret buddy gifts have been flying around (some, quite literally, as Becca's was thrown at her by an unknown person) and we are absolutely going to be playing psychiatrist tonight.
Love,
Monica
In other news, secret buddy gifts have been flying around (some, quite literally, as Becca's was thrown at her by an unknown person) and we are absolutely going to be playing psychiatrist tonight.
Love,
Monica
The Bet
Jasper lost the Guys' Bet, and therefore has to wear the infamous Dress in the talent show. The bet is always between any of the guys who have never worn the dress before, excluding any freshmen. This year, the guys involved (Jasper, Michael, Lorenzo) agreed to not say the word "kids" or "kid" or any variation thereof. Each 24-hour period, one more synonym was to be taken away. "Children" or "child" was the second word gone. The guys had been doing really well... Then we were sitting around, and Alexa and Jasper were talking about this person whose parents called them T.K., short for "The Kid." Jasper, without thinking, blurted out "so how's the kid doing?" and lost.
Scarier Than Halloween
Lions and condoms and blood, oh my! Today was rather interesting. Lorenzo, Alice, Monica, and myself (Becca) were given the task of organizing a loft at All Peoples. The first thing I saw after climbing the ladder was a bloody saw. On further inspection, it turned out to be plastic, but rather realistic. That was just the beginning. The next interesting thing we found among the bloody halloween decoration was a used condom on the floor. After Lorenzo dealt with that, I discovered a large stuffed lion under a rug. The lion had a noose tied around its neck, so Monica had to be brave and pick it up. It was very heavy for a stuffed animal (Monica was surprised, having expected soft & fluffy), and its tail was ripped partway off. Next up, we found a burlap bag with other stuffed animals - we didn't look in it. Then Lorenzo found another used condom. There was a can of slightly toxic paint, and there were large pink and purple spiders.
The other thing that happened today (scaryness) was that Nicole accidentally sliced her leg open with a razor. Jasper did emergency bandaging.
We've all survived our tramatic experiences very well, and are having a great time here overall. All Peoples is great. We took a tour of the neighborhoods today, and heard stories about the area. I spectacularly lost Uno to a group of 4th graders, which was all because I had no green cards. And now we're having lasagna, so that's all for now.
Love, Rebecca
The other thing that happened today (scaryness) was that Nicole accidentally sliced her leg open with a razor. Jasper did emergency bandaging.
We've all survived our tramatic experiences very well, and are having a great time here overall. All Peoples is great. We took a tour of the neighborhoods today, and heard stories about the area. I spectacularly lost Uno to a group of 4th graders, which was all because I had no green cards. And now we're having lasagna, so that's all for now.
Love, Rebecca
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Accidents and tolerance
Hello to all! I hope everything is going well at home. Today in the morning everyone went to All peoples to do more clean, while I took a trip to the hospital. Yesterday around 230, I went with a teacher from the center to pick up the middle skool. During the second trip we got into a car accident. We T-boned a small silver car. Thank god me and the cildren were in a big van. Some of the kids were shaken up, as was I but no major injuries. The doctor said that I have a bad case of whiplash and muscle strains but I am doing well. The scariest part however wasn't the accident. I was given the responsibility of walking the children back from the site to the center through streets that we had earlier been told about the gangs who live in the area. But we returned safely.
Later in the afternoon today we all took a trip to the Museum of Tolerance. We all had been touched in different ways. The first part of the museum was about terrorism, civil rights and other intolerance's facing our world today. One of the things that stood out to me the most was during a video of the struggle for the rights of African-Americans. At one point a young black man was talking with a older white man. The young man wanted to pray in the same church as the white people. The white man told him to go back where he came from and to pray with his own people. The boy asked "but i dont understand, I want to pray WITH you, cant we all pray together?" The white man responded by calling him the N-word and told him to got the F home. This truly struck me. The next exhibit was the holocaust memorial. Although this wasn't as graphic, was just as intense. After the tour was over we had a time of reflection in the van on the way home. Today was a lot to handle. But thankfully we all had each other to support each other and to have a shoulder to lean on. Well thats all for now. Peace and blessings!!!
-Katie
Later in the afternoon today we all took a trip to the Museum of Tolerance. We all had been touched in different ways. The first part of the museum was about terrorism, civil rights and other intolerance's facing our world today. One of the things that stood out to me the most was during a video of the struggle for the rights of African-Americans. At one point a young black man was talking with a older white man. The young man wanted to pray in the same church as the white people. The white man told him to go back where he came from and to pray with his own people. The boy asked "but i dont understand, I want to pray WITH you, cant we all pray together?" The white man responded by calling him the N-word and told him to got the F home. This truly struck me. The next exhibit was the holocaust memorial. Although this wasn't as graphic, was just as intense. After the tour was over we had a time of reflection in the van on the way home. Today was a lot to handle. But thankfully we all had each other to support each other and to have a shoulder to lean on. Well thats all for now. Peace and blessings!!!
-Katie
Photos
Here are some photos of our work at All People's Christian Center.
Katie and her boys.
The rug doctors, Jasper and Michael.
Susan teaches.
Monica listens.
Katie and her boys.
The rug doctors, Jasper and Michael.
Susan teaches.
Monica listens.
Pranks
Last night, the guys decided to pull a prank on the girls. One by one, Michael, Jasper, and Nick made lame excuses for getting up after everyone went to bed. Nicole and I were suspicious, so we followed them and asked what they were doing. They were in the middle of doing something to our bathroom. In the morning, we discovered that they had filled many, many dixie cups with water and left them in our bathroom stalls - after having locked the stalls. Back to the middle of the night: Nicole and I had to use the bathroom, so we went over to the one in the other building at Jasper's request. We had to stick a rug in the door on our way out, because the door definitely locks when it closes. When we came back, we told the guys that they had almost locked us out. 30 seconds later, the three of them ran outside to the bathroom in the other building (to continue their prank) and the door slammed behind them. Well, they had definitely locked themselves out while doing a prank on us, and they had definitely just told us to go back to bed. So we went back to bed. What else?! We left them out there for around an hour and a half to two hours, before we had pity on them and let them back in. Jasper was trying to use a roll of toilet paper as a pillow. Apparently, later that night, Jasper sleepwalked back outside - and Adam had to go respond to his urgent knockings.
In the middle of the night, after the prank had been completed, Katie got up to go use the bathroom. Having specifically asked not to be pranked, she was, shall we say, rather mad. She went into the guys bathroom and trashed the place in retaliation. Katie also peed in the boys' showers, given that there was nowhere else to do it.
The rest of the girls are still plotting revenge. This morning, we moved all of the dixie cups full of water to outside the guys' bathroom - blocking the door. But that was really just damage control. So more later, I promise. For last night, it was sufficient just to keep them locked out (we really considered leaving them out all night) and trashing their bathroom.
This morning, we also had to deal with a backed-up toilet, and I am very proud that Sarah and myself did plunging duty.
Today, we're off to All Peoples for the morning. Our afternoon will be spent at the Tolerance Museum. And our evening will be spent plotting.
Love, Rebecca
In the middle of the night, after the prank had been completed, Katie got up to go use the bathroom. Having specifically asked not to be pranked, she was, shall we say, rather mad. She went into the guys bathroom and trashed the place in retaliation. Katie also peed in the boys' showers, given that there was nowhere else to do it.
The rest of the girls are still plotting revenge. This morning, we moved all of the dixie cups full of water to outside the guys' bathroom - blocking the door. But that was really just damage control. So more later, I promise. For last night, it was sufficient just to keep them locked out (we really considered leaving them out all night) and trashing their bathroom.
This morning, we also had to deal with a backed-up toilet, and I am very proud that Sarah and myself did plunging duty.
Today, we're off to All Peoples for the morning. Our afternoon will be spent at the Tolerance Museum. And our evening will be spent plotting.
Love, Rebecca
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Tuesday Evening
What sticks out in my mind from today is our diversity bus experience. Assessing our own senses of privilege -and even entitlement- caused me believe in the hearts of these youth in a new way. I strongly believe that this experience is causing them to not only become more critical of their own assumptions, but also more sensitive to the situations of others.
The most poignant event of this day was the encounter I witnessed between two young boys in the Middle School after-school program. Out of nowhere, one of the boys yelled,"he called me a Negro." I watched as the class assistant did nothing, and as his hope for acknowledgement went unfulfilled. I decided to engage in a number of conversations. Approaching the word-victim first, I asked him how it felt to be acknowledged in such a way. After a few moments, I offered to him that as an African-American, he (and I) belongs to a group of people who have overcome much more than being called derogatory words. He has too much at risk to get hot-headed over an ignorant altercation.
After this conversation, I approached the table that the slur came from. After getting to know the three young men that were sitting there, I asked, "so, did one you call [him] a Negro?" No one stepped forward formally. However, immediately, one of them said, "but, Miss, he called me a stupid b***h in the hall. He called me that first."
Interestingly enough, I read one of the high school graduate's original books before the kids arrived from their school. In it, I read of his struggles to stay in any school because he kept getting kicked out. In his last stop before going to APPC's Central High, he was kicked out for his involvement in a racial fight.
I used to hate it when people would say, "Stick and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me." One of the biggest lies in history. Words are miniature atomic bombs when they are spoken with the intent to hurt, dehumanize, degrade, or shame. When they are loaded, they unload embarrassment, self-hatred, general hatred, and self-doubt. The Scriptures talk about the the power of the tongue and the build-up/break-down ability of our spoken words. I love a word that is spoken with the purpose of making me feel loved, beautiful, and adored. I want to speak those kinds of words. What would it look like if we were intentional to spoke words that were purposed to make someone's day, or to encourage someone, or to express support and love? I don't know, but Dr. King's Beloved Community idea comes to mind.
What also strikes me from this is the importance of diversity training and cultural sensitivity. At this time in history, we are seeing the tides beginning to change in an exponential manner in terms of equality across racial lines. As we move socially, it's imperative that we move mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. What would it look like to renounce our privileges and purposely identify with people of more oppressed groups? Our van exercise was a great leap in this direction.
So, in addition to all of this, I shared about an hour in Bible Study with a group of senior citizens. I felt like I had about 8 new grandmas and grandpas! Ezekiel has never been so exciting.
I'm growing more into the group. I'm enjoying this experience thus far. I'm thankful for our spiritual exercise tonight, which gave me an opportunity to thank God for this experience and for this time and for God's deep love. I'm feeling it more everyday.
Love and Blessings,
Neichelle Guidry
The most poignant event of this day was the encounter I witnessed between two young boys in the Middle School after-school program. Out of nowhere, one of the boys yelled,"he called me a Negro." I watched as the class assistant did nothing, and as his hope for acknowledgement went unfulfilled. I decided to engage in a number of conversations. Approaching the word-victim first, I asked him how it felt to be acknowledged in such a way. After a few moments, I offered to him that as an African-American, he (and I) belongs to a group of people who have overcome much more than being called derogatory words. He has too much at risk to get hot-headed over an ignorant altercation.
After this conversation, I approached the table that the slur came from. After getting to know the three young men that were sitting there, I asked, "so, did one you call [him] a Negro?" No one stepped forward formally. However, immediately, one of them said, "but, Miss, he called me a stupid b***h in the hall. He called me that first."
Interestingly enough, I read one of the high school graduate's original books before the kids arrived from their school. In it, I read of his struggles to stay in any school because he kept getting kicked out. In his last stop before going to APPC's Central High, he was kicked out for his involvement in a racial fight.
I used to hate it when people would say, "Stick and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me." One of the biggest lies in history. Words are miniature atomic bombs when they are spoken with the intent to hurt, dehumanize, degrade, or shame. When they are loaded, they unload embarrassment, self-hatred, general hatred, and self-doubt. The Scriptures talk about the the power of the tongue and the build-up/break-down ability of our spoken words. I love a word that is spoken with the purpose of making me feel loved, beautiful, and adored. I want to speak those kinds of words. What would it look like if we were intentional to spoke words that were purposed to make someone's day, or to encourage someone, or to express support and love? I don't know, but Dr. King's Beloved Community idea comes to mind.
What also strikes me from this is the importance of diversity training and cultural sensitivity. At this time in history, we are seeing the tides beginning to change in an exponential manner in terms of equality across racial lines. As we move socially, it's imperative that we move mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. What would it look like to renounce our privileges and purposely identify with people of more oppressed groups? Our van exercise was a great leap in this direction.
So, in addition to all of this, I shared about an hour in Bible Study with a group of senior citizens. I felt like I had about 8 new grandmas and grandpas! Ezekiel has never been so exciting.
I'm growing more into the group. I'm enjoying this experience thus far. I'm thankful for our spiritual exercise tonight, which gave me an opportunity to thank God for this experience and for this time and for God's deep love. I'm feeling it more everyday.
Love and Blessings,
Neichelle Guidry
Michael ate cake-tasting protein powder for breakfast this morning. It looked rather odd.
The showers last night were communal - glad we brought swimsuits! And I hope you will note that we were very good and wore shower shoes!
There are two workers outside digging up the lawn at the church, so as to access the drain. Possibly this means that we will have our own lovely showers by tonight.
So today, it's back to All Peoples Christian Center for more learning and work. The kids are great, and we're looking forward to being with them again. And we get to hear more stories from the people that work there, which definitely touched all of us deeply when we heard stories yesterday.
The downside of today: Way Way is sick, and so Julie and the kids are leaving us for a couple of days (they have family in the area).
It's hard to make secret buddy gifts, because we work from 9-ish to 5-ish, and then come back for dinner and rec or spiritual leadership, and have no good time in which to subtly avoid people.
But now...hi ho, hi ho, it's off to work we go!
Love, Becca and Monica
The showers last night were communal - glad we brought swimsuits! And I hope you will note that we were very good and wore shower shoes!
There are two workers outside digging up the lawn at the church, so as to access the drain. Possibly this means that we will have our own lovely showers by tonight.
So today, it's back to All Peoples Christian Center for more learning and work. The kids are great, and we're looking forward to being with them again. And we get to hear more stories from the people that work there, which definitely touched all of us deeply when we heard stories yesterday.
The downside of today: Way Way is sick, and so Julie and the kids are leaving us for a couple of days (they have family in the area).
It's hard to make secret buddy gifts, because we work from 9-ish to 5-ish, and then come back for dinner and rec or spiritual leadership, and have no good time in which to subtly avoid people.
But now...hi ho, hi ho, it's off to work we go!
Love, Becca and Monica
Monday, June 16, 2008
Mac & Cheese
It's been a long day. We're currently waiting for dinner to be ready - macaroni and cheese bar (lots of toppings) in honor of the Macaroni Marronese at Camp Palomar. After dinner come the SHOWERS at the local pool. The bathrooms here don't get fixed until tomorrow.
We started work at All Peoples today. In the morning, we heard a lot about the wide array of services that they offer for all ages (everything from daycare to Anger Management and Domestic Violence Prevention classes and a bookgroup). We also took a tour of the building, which I will probably never learn my way around; too many doors! We did various types of work around the place in the morning as well. I helped to re-organize a closet, and Sarah and I devised a new way to roll up tents and tent poles. The tents were a huge undertaking, given that we needed to make sure that each had complete parts (a very complicated process that involved most of our group). Other members of our group went off and did some data entering and processing and condensing, and I don't know what else. I hear that tomorrow we get to do some rug shampooing.
In the afternoon, we split up to work with various groups of kids in the after-school program. Jasper, Sarah, and I went to help 4th and 5th graders with homework. Fractions and maps and reading comprehension and so on. We had a test as well: we had to remember all of the kids' names. I made it through 9, which was pretty good considering that there were about 20 kids there. Partway through, Sarah, Julie, Joey, and I left to do grocery shopping. Two carts later, and we still only got enough food to last us through the end of Wednesday. It's hard to realize what shopping for a group really means, until you've done it.
Regarding the color of the church being related to the type of disaster - there are pictures of fish here, and as far as I know, FCCB is still decorated for Pentacost. So there are definitely aliens in green churches. Rainbow ones have all sorts of problems. Clear churches are hard to get a congregation at. And we're not sure what happens at purple churches.
Oh, just for the record, Monica and Alice arrived safely.
All for now, as dinner is ready! And Way Way just presented with me with a "baby sunflower" (daisy)...very cute!
Love, Rebecca
We started work at All Peoples today. In the morning, we heard a lot about the wide array of services that they offer for all ages (everything from daycare to Anger Management and Domestic Violence Prevention classes and a bookgroup). We also took a tour of the building, which I will probably never learn my way around; too many doors! We did various types of work around the place in the morning as well. I helped to re-organize a closet, and Sarah and I devised a new way to roll up tents and tent poles. The tents were a huge undertaking, given that we needed to make sure that each had complete parts (a very complicated process that involved most of our group). Other members of our group went off and did some data entering and processing and condensing, and I don't know what else. I hear that tomorrow we get to do some rug shampooing.
In the afternoon, we split up to work with various groups of kids in the after-school program. Jasper, Sarah, and I went to help 4th and 5th graders with homework. Fractions and maps and reading comprehension and so on. We had a test as well: we had to remember all of the kids' names. I made it through 9, which was pretty good considering that there were about 20 kids there. Partway through, Sarah, Julie, Joey, and I left to do grocery shopping. Two carts later, and we still only got enough food to last us through the end of Wednesday. It's hard to realize what shopping for a group really means, until you've done it.
Regarding the color of the church being related to the type of disaster - there are pictures of fish here, and as far as I know, FCCB is still decorated for Pentacost. So there are definitely aliens in green churches. Rainbow ones have all sorts of problems. Clear churches are hard to get a congregation at. And we're not sure what happens at purple churches.
Oh, just for the record, Monica and Alice arrived safely.
All for now, as dinner is ready! And Way Way just presented with me with a "baby sunflower" (daisy)...very cute!
Love, Rebecca
Flood!!!!
The fact that this church is blue should have been our first clue! We were warned to stagger our showers because there had been drain backups. Who would have thought that just the first two short showers would lead to a room full of water last night? This morning, we are on strict water rationing—no showers and no flushing. We are waiting for the church staff to arrive so we can get access to bathrooms in another part of the church. The big question on everyone’s mind is, how will we shower? Meanwhile, we are waiting for the rainbow.
Adam
Ps. We are now wondering if the color of a church might be related somehow to its potential disasters. Blue church—water? Red church—fire? Green church—aliens?
Adam
Ps. We are now wondering if the color of a church might be related somehow to its potential disasters. Blue church—water? Red church—fire? Green church—aliens?
Happy Father's Day
Happy Father’s Day to all fathers! I have now missed Father’s Day for the past four years running, but we are all thinking of the fathers and father-figures in our lives today even if we can’t be with them in person. We made it to Los Angeles safely, after many hours of driving. Nick is ready to hibernate in a cave given his extensive supply of (mostly hyphy) music – all he needs are nuts and berries. Michael and Jasper put their petition-writing skills to good use in the van, and succeeded in us stopping at In N’ Out. Jasper brought a large book of crossword puzzles (of which I’m sure our mutual grandmother would be proud); I now know a Himalayan kingdom and a dignitary from Israel. Our group bonded over singing Disney songs in the van, particularly a certain song from “Mulan.” And some of us slept, which was very nice.
Having made it to LA, we travel-weary folk have since been exploring our home for the week. There is a huge gym that makes the Large Assembly at FCCB look tiny. The guys have been having fun playing basketball and frisbee. The Food Committee made dinner, only slowly finding the correct cooking implements and utensils in the kitchen. We had Mexican food, in honor of previous Winthrop work camps to Mexico and Pescadero. This week, most of the meals have some connection to previous work camp experiences…history and food all in one! This is the 30th work camp, by the way!
Our small groups have been assigned. I am in the Bulldogs, with Adam and Neichelle as our leaders. The two other groups are the Pink Prancing Ponies (aka P³) and the Saucy Stompers.
We are all excited for tomorrow, wondering what will happen this week. I personally can’t believe that this is my fourth and final year of work camp – but I am determined to fully experience every minute of it.
Love, Becca
PS. Jasper says “It is so frigging hot in here.” Adam says “It is so warm in here.” Sarah thinks they’re overreacting. And Michael keeps doing push-ups, so it can’t be THAT hot.
Having made it to LA, we travel-weary folk have since been exploring our home for the week. There is a huge gym that makes the Large Assembly at FCCB look tiny. The guys have been having fun playing basketball and frisbee. The Food Committee made dinner, only slowly finding the correct cooking implements and utensils in the kitchen. We had Mexican food, in honor of previous Winthrop work camps to Mexico and Pescadero. This week, most of the meals have some connection to previous work camp experiences…history and food all in one! This is the 30th work camp, by the way!
Our small groups have been assigned. I am in the Bulldogs, with Adam and Neichelle as our leaders. The two other groups are the Pink Prancing Ponies (aka P³) and the Saucy Stompers.
We are all excited for tomorrow, wondering what will happen this week. I personally can’t believe that this is my fourth and final year of work camp – but I am determined to fully experience every minute of it.
Love, Becca
PS. Jasper says “It is so frigging hot in here.” Adam says “It is so warm in here.” Sarah thinks they’re overreacting. And Michael keeps doing push-ups, so it can’t be THAT hot.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Preparations for Los Angeles
The high school youth of the First Congregational Church of Berkeley are ready for this year's workcamp! We are heading to South Central Los Angeles to work with the children at the All People's Christian Center.(http://www.allpeoplescc.org/) This amazing center offers daycare, after school tutoring, and gang intervention programs in one of the most vibrant and depressed communities in the city. In addition to working with the children, we will be doing odd jobs around their facility. We look forward to meeting the children and learning about the social justice issues in this community.
Over the last two weeks, the Winthrop youth have been making the final preparations. The menu has been planned. This year features themed meals representing past workcamp cultures including Vietnamese and Mexican food as well as something called a macaroni and cheese bar! The Recreation Committee has planned the usual traditions--secret buddies, sardines, and the talent/no-talent show. The spiritual reflection committee has prepared morning and evening devotions. The work committee has printed the directions for our trip. All that remains is for the group to assemble on Sunday morning and be commissioned during worship. We will then pile all together into a big van and hit the road. Joining the youth this year are volunteer adults Julie and Lorenzo Llanillo and their two beautiful children, Way Way and Joey as well as Beatitude Society intern Neichelle Guidry. I am honored to be accompanying the group, taking time out from my sabbatical to participate in this annual tradition. Please pray for us and keep checking this blog for updates on our experience.
Adam Blons
Minister of Community Life
Over the last two weeks, the Winthrop youth have been making the final preparations. The menu has been planned. This year features themed meals representing past workcamp cultures including Vietnamese and Mexican food as well as something called a macaroni and cheese bar! The Recreation Committee has planned the usual traditions--secret buddies, sardines, and the talent/no-talent show. The spiritual reflection committee has prepared morning and evening devotions. The work committee has printed the directions for our trip. All that remains is for the group to assemble on Sunday morning and be commissioned during worship. We will then pile all together into a big van and hit the road. Joining the youth this year are volunteer adults Julie and Lorenzo Llanillo and their two beautiful children, Way Way and Joey as well as Beatitude Society intern Neichelle Guidry. I am honored to be accompanying the group, taking time out from my sabbatical to participate in this annual tradition. Please pray for us and keep checking this blog for updates on our experience.
Adam Blons
Minister of Community Life
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