Las Posadas: a Christmas Caravan

Though I’ve discovered it only in the last eight years, Las Posadas has found a place in my heart as a beloved Christmas tradition. I’ve been participating in the local celebration sponsored by Catholic Charities since its beginning, more recently helping on the planning team. Each year we think the celebration could not possibly be more timely and relevant to current events. And then the next year something even worse happens in our world, targeting refugees or other immigrants.

Migrant caravans are nothing new. In Exodus 13 in the Old Testament, Moses led thousands of Hebrew people out of the land of Egypt into the wilderness. The people traveled together for 40 years, and migrated again after that as they were led in and out of captivity.

Mary and Joseph probably did not travel alone to Bethlehem. “In those days Caesar Augustus issued a decree that a census should be taken of the entire Roman world…. And everyone went to their own town to register” (Luke 2:1,3, emphasis mine). With everyone in the entire Roman world required to report to their hometowns, it’s unlikely that Mary and Joseph would have been the only people traveling between Nazareth and Bethlehem at that time. Then as now, it would have been considerably safer for vulnerable people to travel in groups than alone. Women, children, expectant families. They did not have the police escort that we enjoyed at our Las Posadas celebration, so they likely would have sought out traveling companions to offer protection on the journey. 

Las Posadas is a traditional hispanic celebration remembering Mary and Joseph’s journey to Bethlehem and their search for a place for Jesus to be born. Last night as almost 200 pilgrims processed around the block with candles—forming our own caravan of sorts— we sang:

En el nombre del Cielo
os pido posada,
pues no puede andar
ya mi esposa amada.

In the name of Heaven
I beg you for lodging,
for she cannot walk
My beloved wife.

The parallels between Mary and Joseph’s journey to Bethlehem and thousands of Latin Americans traveling north seeking asylum were more than obvious as we walked in the cold night. My five-year-old friend Samuel said he didn’t like the walk because he was so hungry, nobody would let us inside, and it was cold. Samuel’s observations and the response at the doors where we requested posada (shelter) also had parallels with how migrants are treated today:

¡Ya se pueden ir
y no molestar
porque si me enfado
los voy a apalear!

Go already
and don’t disturb me
because if I get angry
I’ll beat you up!

At last the pilgrims were welcomed inside with a joyful song:

Entren santos peregrinos,
Reciban este rincón;
Que aunque es pobre la morada,
Os la doy de corazón.

Enter holy pilgrims,
Receive this corner;
For though this dwelling is poor,
I offer it from the heart.

This year’s celebration of Las Posadas was not only more poignant than ever, but also the most international that we’ve celebrated locally. Every year participants tell us that Las Posadas was the best celebration yet. Entertainment this year included:

  • a group of flute players regaling us with Christmas carols;
  • Las Estrellitas, traditional Mexican dancers;
  • La Rondalla De Colores, a traditional Spanish guitar ensemble;
  • Agape Choir, Swahili singers from a local congregation;
  • and a Filipino-American dance troupe.

The fajitas from Leonela’s Carniceria were riquisimo, as usual. Leonela’s also donated gorgeous piñatas for the decorations. La Sinaloense provided amazing tres leches cake. Volunteers from throughout the community helped hang the decorations, serve the food, and clean up. Mil gracias to everyone who helped.

Today my friends Michelle Warren, Nate Bacon, and other faith leaders from around the country are at the southern border standing in solidarity with our Latin American brothers and sisters who are seeking asylum there. Michelle wrote:

Yesterday I was with Father Pat who runs Casa del Migrante in Tijuana and is one of the leaders for this gathering. When we were speaking about today’s event, he solemnly said: “We are not playing posadas. Everyone with a door can open it. There’s no better place for posadas than at the US/Mexican Border.”

We cannot just bear witness to this present reality. We must prophetically and urgently cry out to open the door.

At the very least we can sign on and share the opportunity for others to sign onto this Congressional letter. Our lame duck Congress needs to be pressed to spend their last week working toward just and equitable solutions for asylum seekers and immigration issues facing our country today. Thank you Sandy Ovalle for writing the letter and giving us opportunity to join this request.

https://secure3.convio.net/sojo/site/Advocacy?cmd=display&page=UserAction&id=1248

Injustice doesn’t just happen, nor does it fix itself. We need to make intentional, forward steps toward its alleviation.

May the asylum seekers waiting at our border receive as warm a welcome as did the pilgrims at Las Posadas.

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See coverage of Las Posadas from the Colorado Springs Gazette here:

https://gazette.com/multimedia/las-posadas/collection_a2af7a36-0017-11e9-bf3c-237b69eb8608.html#1

 

Cards for the Casa

Some holiday traditions are both beloved and painful at the same time. Perhaps you delight in getting together with extended family, but there’s always that one crazy (angry/ racist/ sexist/ loudmouth/ abusive) uncle who seems to relish making everyone else feel uncomfortable or downright miserable. I have similar feelings about one of my newer holiday traditions: making Christmas cards for immigrants in detention.

For the third year in a row now, I’ve participated in making Christmas cards for asylum seekers who are in prison for no other reason than coming legally to the U.S. in fear for their lives and requesting asylum. This year friends from my church, two local colleges, and the immigrant community came together to hand-make the Christmas cards. ICE has strict guidelines for what they will and won’t accept and distribute: absolutely no stickers, tape, glue, or glitter, no envelopes, and only one or two of six approved greetings may be written in the cards. No signatures or organization names are allowed, only “your friend” or “tu amigo.”

My friends who organized the event this year did a brilliant job planning card crafting that was fun for both very young children and adults of all ages. Designs with white crayon served as wax resist for the children to paint over with watercolors. Illustrations of lights and ornaments were completed with fingerprints by children and adults alike. And paints, crayons, and colored pens and pencils were available for those who preferred to go freestyle with their designs. Christmas music played while students and professionals, young and old, parents and retirees, created and wrote 570 beautiful Christmas cards.

What could possibly irritate me about this new tradition? In this scenario, the racist, bullying uncle is Uncle Sam: the U.S. government. The fact that the U.S. regularly jails people who come legally to this country seeking safety from horrible violence and fear in their own countries is unconscionable. I’ve worked inside a detention center for women and children; I know the horror these neighbors are fleeing.

Casa de Paz is a hospitality house for immigrants who have recently been released from ICE detention. The Casa is a place where these immigrants can sleep in a comfortable bed, eat a delicious meal, and receive help making travel arrangements to reunite with their families. Every evening volunteers from the Casa show up at the ICE facility to welcome asylum seekers to Colorado. Casa volunteers will deliver the Christmas cards to the ICE detention center for distribution. They will also include a candy bar with each card, candy bars that ICE requires be purchased within the detention facility.

Our event’s organizer provided space within the creative process for participants to express what they were feeling while making the cards. She herself has worked in the past for an immigration service in south Texas, so she expressed feelings of grief for the treatment of immigrants. An undocumented community leader expressed that she was so struck by what her people are experiencing in detention that she could scarcely imagine wishing them a merry Christmas, knowing that it most certainly will not be merry for them. Several of us expressed gratitude for the opportunity to do something tangible that might bring a modicum of joy to hurting people.

We spent a moment in silence praying for the cards to do just that, and for the recipients to know that there are friends on the outside who care for them and want to welcome them to our country. May our efforts carry with them hope, love, joy, and welcome to our new neighbors.

If you’d like to learn more about Casa de Paz or donate to their ongoing work welcoming immigrants, or help purchase 1,000 candy bars, you may do so here:

https://www.casadepazcolorado.org

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‘Tis the Season!

Happy Holidays! Those of you who’ve been reading my blog for over a year might know by now that my favorite holiday traditions are the ones when I get to celebrate my international friends, with my international friends. The past few weeks have been full of such joy, and the parties aren’t finished yet!

Thanksgiving is the perfect holiday to celebrate with immigrant friends. Surveys show that Thanksgiving is refugees’ favorite U.S. holiday. It’s no wonder, really. Christmas celebrations are generally too secular for Christian refugees and too religious for non-Christians. The Fourth of July is significant, but all those fireworks and loud noises can trigger PTSD in people who’ve fled war and violence. Halloween is just weird in the U.S., especially for people from developing countries where it really is the devil’s holiday. But almost anyone can get on board with giving thanks for a warm welcome in a new land. Who doesn’t enjoy a huge festive meal with close friends? Despite historical inaccuracies, Thanksgiving is a celebration of gratitude for cross-cultural friendship, survival in a new world, and provision of food.

For the past ten years I’ve been privileged to celebrate Thanksgiving with a variety of immigrants. I’ve had potlucks with ESL students; taught refugee families we’ve mentored how to eat turkey and ham in our home; and feasted on pupusas and flan with a father and son living in sanctuary inside a church. I’ve celebrated with Christians, Muslims, and Buddhists, all of whom were happy to give thanks for food, friends, and life.

A stunning majority of immigrants are never invited into an American home. And 60% of those from non-Christian religious traditions in North America—most of whom are immigrants—say they do not know any Christians. (Center for the Study of Global Christianity, Gordon-Conwell Seminary, 2013) This is neither the way to welcome our new neighbors, nor to show them Christ’s love.

This year’s celebration was a Friendsgiving with six immigrant women, plus a dozen children! After holding hands in a circle for a prayer of thanksgiving, we feasted on turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, and yams, plus a vegetable noodle dish and several other dishes I did not know the names of. For me, international potlucks have become a Thanksgiving tradition that I especially savor.

I also cherish the friendships that we nourish and celebrate. The families at this year’s Friendsgiving came from southeast Asia, the Middle East, and Africa. The women enjoyed cooking together, while the kids played frisbee, the piano, and colored on paper and with sidewalk chalk. Selfies and group photos were the primary entertainment for the adults. My favorite was watching the women share phone numbers, addresses, Facebook info, and photos. They enjoyed their time together and want to stay in contact. It’s important for newcomers to make friends in their new community not just with “Americans,” but also with immigrants from other countries. Community matters, to all of us. We’re all in this crazy, messy, beautiful life together. And for that I’m grateful.