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Exercising our privilege again today by standing up for detainees. They’re being held right behind this wall, in an unmarked, unidentifiable building. There are no indications of what’s happening inside.

Today we spoke with ICE agents and pleaded with them to remember our shared humanity. I asked both of the men if they had children, and said that if they tuck them into bed at night to remember the children without their parents.

I told them we are Christians whose faith compels us to speak out. I told the agents that they’ve been given unjust authority over people’s lives - please, please we belong to each other. Please take care of them. We begged. And the more I talked, the more they started nodding.

We got lots of supportive honks today, but we also made several Christians mad. One man flipped us off, and another woman made a nasty face at me and shook her head.

May they be convicted tonight. As they celebrate and try to numb and desensitize themselves. May they be compelled to remember.

We belong to each other. by @awwdacity

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Nuestra última visita a esta Mamá. ❤️‍🔥😍💪🫶

El Paso in our hearts forever. TQM. taken in El Paso, Texas by @awwdacity

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I don’t have much to offer right now, only the days and days worth of tears I’ve shed, the screams I’ve hurled at the sky, and the rage that burns inside me. I think about this video all the time, and forgive the clumsy tiktok share, but it hasn’t let me go the past few weeks.

To hope is foolish. Be foolish.
To advocate for abolition is foolish. Be foolish.
To dream of a better world for us and for our children is foolish. To work to make it so, knowing that we might not succeed, is foolish.

Be. Foolish.

I am not giving up because I have the most stubborn hope that if we’re spinning on a rock in an eternally-expanding universe then I must believe that we are made for more than violence and subjugation and despair and giving up. We must not give up.

Please make space for your mourning, and do not push it aside in favor of more comfortable feelings. But do not let it end in despair. We have work to do.

Image: a video shared from tiktok of Dr. Cornel West speaking behind a podium on the nature of hope. The banner across the top of the video reads “should we be hopeful about the future?” by @awwdacity

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I often wonder if it makes any difference - yard signs, bumper stickers, etc. But we live close to the UT football stadium, and I’d like to think that of the hundreds (thousands?) of people who pass by our home on the corner, maybe some will see and wonder. Maybe they will feel a bit of conviction, from their faith or otherwise, about the terrorism taking place around us and be moved to mercy and action.

Dios te salve Maria, llena eres de gracia, echa a ice de este lugar.
Hail Mary, full of grace, kick ice out of this place.

Art by @francis_kerch mil gracias para esta icon 🙏🙏 by @awwdacity

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A brief reflection on chaplaincy, shared today on my substack. Link in stories and bio 🫶 by @awwdacity

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2 months ago

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The last year of a rich, tumultuous decade. I have often felt like a caterpillar dissolving into the goo of itself to be reborn - sticky, and also necessary.

I heard someone recently say that “aging is the goal.” Indeed. A goal and a privilege. To age well, and to live well.

I see myself differently now and I feel all of my past versions gathered around me, supporting me, offering me wisdom, and cheering me on. Where I used to distance myself from who I’ve been, I now embrace the complexity. I’m learning to love the journey.

To who we’ve been, and to who we’re becoming - I raise my glass and my prayers in gratitude. Here’s to the next year ✨💛 by @awwdacity

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Crowd favorites from my story roundup, and a few others for fun ✨💛🫶 by @awwdacity

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Shepard turned 12 at the end of last month, and his biggest wish was to spend his birthday in El Paso with friends. (We learned of this hope with very little notice. Naturally.) We made it to El Paso but we told him it’s summer, people are traveling, so we can’t promise anything, and we sent out an invite the night before.

So, with little fanfare, Shep spent his 12th birthday as we’ve spent so many birthdays, fundraisers, parties, and after-game gatherings: closing down Charcoaler on a warm night, after gigantic scoops of ice cream, covered in sweat and filled to the brim with laughter and joy and belonging.

I have so many thoughts about community and belonging - what it means, but more so how it feels. It gets into you. It nestles into your bones and blood and spirit. It becomes a part of you, just as much as you are a part of a community.

Shepard turned toward that light like a sunflower toward the sun.

12 will be tricky, and I could think of no better blessing for him than spending time with the people who have known and loved him since he was 5. What a gift to usher in this new season - middle school and changing relationships and all that is to come - with such a wonderful group of friends who happened to be available on a Thursday night in July to celebrate with us. Tenemos mucho mucho mucho suerte. Abrazos fuertes a todos 🫶🥰🫶🥰🫶🥰🫶 by @awwdacity

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Happy birthday, Lucille Clifton. Your words have meant the world to me - thank you for giving us the lasting gift of your incisive perspective. I would not know myself in the same way without your poetry. Today, I celebrate you (here on this bridge between starshine and clay) ✨

I offer up this random smattering from my saved folder: a few of my many favorite LC poems 💛💛💛💛

#lucilleclifton by @awwdacity

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Ya sabes 💚🤍❤️

VIVA MEXICO!!! ÁNIMO!! 🇲🇽🇲🇽🇲🇽🇲🇽 by @awwdacity

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What a beautiful place in which to be reborn ✨🌅

I drive an hour to the hospital, accompanied by the deep darkness of not-quite-dawn into sunrise. I pray words I heard from Pope Leo:

“Here we go, Lord. You’re in charge. Lead the way.”

I walk into hospital rooms and linger in hallways. I sit in waiting room chairs and kneel at bedsides. I suppose I really am a chaplain now. I have found a defining part of myself through this work - one which thrives on authenticity, and holds steady, and listens deeply. One which enters a sacred no-bullshit space as a companion. Sometimes an untier of knots. Sometimes just someone willing to step into the storm.

Lee pointed out that it’s a lot like working in the service industry - in a way, being bedside is a lot like being tableside. Guiding people through with a bit of humor and a lot of grace. Choosing to be present and stay present and give something of yourself to someone else. I’m thinking a lot about that idea.

I can’t stop taking pictures of the horizon; Santa Fe to Albuquerque twice a day will do that to you. But there’s comfort in the far-off becoming proximate - what was once barely possible surrounds me. I have been reborn. by @awwdacity

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No rest for the wicked — scenes from the last week, in which I finished my first year of residential seminary and then packed up to move to New Mexico to being a summer chaplaincy internship (CPE, for those who know the ~lingo~). I never feel like I have enough time to close one chapter before beginning another one, But I’d like to think all of the past versions of me are rejoicing.

I needed a long drive (13ish hours?) to begin to exfoliate the last year off of me and turn my heart and mind into functional tools, rather than mush. Nowhere better to take mis primeras respiras profundas than in the dry desert air.

Santa Fe/Albuquerque — let’s hang out this summer!! Spending time in nature and relationship are two of my top priorities and I’m hoping for a beautiful summer! 💛☀️🌼 by @awwdacity

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