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| The beautiful countryside of Guatemala (Lake Atitlan pictured) |
After breakfast we left for Santiago Atitlán. This trip will bring us closer to one of the places in Guatemala that was most affected by "La Violencia", the most common term for the civil war in Guatemala. Along the way we stopped to view the Mayan ruins at Iximche (pronounced ish-im-CHE). Alejandro gave us an overview of how this place, a key Mayan site, played a decisive role in the Spanish conquest. We enjoyed a picnic lunch on the grass in a location that reminded me of a state park setting in northern Minnesota, pine trees and all. Claire commented that it would be cool to have her graduation pictures taken there.
We pulled into Santiago Atitlán a little behind schedule and checked into a
hotel. It had been a long drive through mountain roads. We enjoyed a
wonderful dinner at Chonita's niece's restaurant and then had our daily
reflection time. The group moved to a new and more intimate level of
sharing during this reflection. We are learning more about our own cultural
differences at the same time as we are experiencing the Guatemalan culture.
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| Meeting in Chontala with the Widowed Women cooperative |
Lolita (Chonita's niece) prepared us a pancake breakfast. The morning was going to be a visit to the Peace Park, the Stanley Rother Memorial Chapel and Chonita's beadwork workshop. Since Chonita had to leave for another commitment at 10:00, we changed the schedule to visit her first. Chonita is a widow who lost her husband during the war and has been working to improve the lives of widows and children ever since. Her beadwork workshop provides work and support for many widows and school for many children. After hearing Chonita's story and buying some of her products we headed out to the Peace Park.
I didn't expect the Peace Park to hit me this time as hard as it had last time. I was wrong. We tried to read aloud the summary of the massacre that had happened here and had to go through three people before we could get through it without breaking down. On December 1, 1990, Guatemalan soldiers fired into a crowd of unarmed civilians who were demanding the return of the body of a man who had caught the soldiers raiding his house. The 12 memorial stones showed that the dead ranged in age from 9 to over 75.
The next stop was San Francisco church where Father Stanley Rother had been
killed by the army. He was a priest from Oklahoma who refused to leave when
things got dangerous and continued telling the truth in spite of the
consequences. He stood by the Tzutuil people he served until the end.
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| In the fair trade workshop at the Ruth and Naomi's |
This was a very powerful day. The profound sadness and despair we felt at the site of the massacre transitioned to signs of hope. Father Rother's commitment showed that there were and continue to be people that are willing to give their lives to speak out about injustice. Chonita's work and the Ruth and Nohemí cooperative, born out of the violence itself, continues to serve people today.
Signs of Hope - Thursday, August 10th
The day started with a birthday party at breakfast. Clarence was 76 today and we celebrated with a cake and song. After the party we went to Chontalá to see the original site of the destroyed Methodist church and to visit the house where the widow's work is still sold. Maria told us about the history of the project and served us a generous lunch.
After lunch we loaded up for the return to Guatemala City. The long drive back provided many opportunities for conversations among the group. There was lots of laughing and many stories. We had seen the signs of hope - Work that builds lives born out of the midst of terrible violence. Jesus, crucified, lives still.
A Smile A Real Warm Language A Child's Smile Among all of the wonderful happenings for us in Guatemala is the child's smile. Everywhere that we go the children are there for us never asking for anything but a smile and a hug. The extended families treat their children with love never excluding them. While we would not usually permit children at adult meetings, at TN2 they flow through the meeting room and play in open areas. This is very accepted and taller children watch and listen through the windows. While staying with our family only once have I heard the one year old cry. Her grandmother gave her a hug, placed her in the playpen, and softly told her to stay there. That was the end of the tears and she produced her ever beautiful smile. ![]()
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