Those were among many of the words of advice the JVC and RDC Class of 2014 encountered during our Orientation (better known as the big O) this summer at the University of Scranton. This beautiful quaint town believe it or not, became like a new home for us volunteers as we cherished the ice cream of DeNaples Center, laughed, smanced and tornadoed on the floors of Gavigan Hall, and simply lived alongside our now new 'family.'
But what did I really learn these past weeks?
Attending about 3 lectures a day, engaging in morning/evening prayer and daily mass, hosting and attending community nights, listening and learning and practicing silence are among the many things that we "did." However as Scott's (a Rostro de Cristo volunteer serving in Ecuador for the next year) shirt once said, "aspire not to have more but to be more." These words from Archbishop Oscar Romero have challenged me. It's not about all the knowledge that I now HAVE thanks to these past two weeks of orientation. It's about how am I going to BE for these next 4 months awaiting my departure. **The same stands for the amount of things I think I HAVE to pack when really it is (in simple living terms) about what is it that I need to just BE**
Midway into our 2 weeks at Scranton, 40ish of us volunteers were met with a challenge. The challenge to be silent for a total of 38 hours. A challenge that not only did not allow us to speak to each other but did not allow us to make eye contact, smile or hug each other either. Talk about going against every aspect of southern hospitality! I related the feeling to that of the practice of being a bad listener that I had experienced earlier in the week. As a fellow volunteer discussed a minor problem of his to me, I had to sit there and act uninterested to fit the mold of a bad listener (sorry Eddie!). It was awkward, made me feel like a dork and it sure seemed silly. But, it was natural to feel uncomfortable in this position of doing everything in your power to ignore the person right in front of you. So naturally, this silent retreat seemed even more daunting of a task.
Boarding the school bus to the Chapman Lake retreat center may have been one of the scarier moments of my life. Silly I know, but I had no idea where this bus was going and it sure seemed like nobody told the bus driver about the silent business because he looked rather confused. AAAWKWARD. But what it comes down to is trust. As a Jesuit Volunteer, I am entrusting myself to the organization of JVC and all its branches but most importantly to God. God brought me here, God's going to walk me through it. So let's fast forward to my "walk with God."
It is amazing what a whole day with God can do to you. I woke up the first morning of our silent retreat with a sense of adventure. When I needed to clear my head I decided to go for a run around the lake. Our gracious host, Campus Minister Kathy, had explained to us in our silence that the path around the lake ran about 4 miles and was pretty hilly. Those hills were no joke. My run with God quickly turned into my walk with God. Upon completing the "trail of death" as many of us volunteers liked to call it (once we could speak again), I was excited to sit in an ENO for the very first time (very comfortable hammocks of nylon like material). Ian had left a note at lunch explaining to everyone that we were allowed to use his hammock. However, there were two hammocks hanging outside and Ian did not specify what color his was... So of course I totally sat in the wrong hammock and as I was swallowed whole by it (it was a double) I laughed at myself-silently of course. Still it was glorious. As we all broke the silence together at the end of the retreat sharing our experiences, we were closer. Despite being apart essentially for the past 38 hours, we experienced this silence together and were brought closer because of it.
I couldn't imagine experiencing these last two weeks without these amazing volunteers by my side. We truly lived. The talent show hosted by Tanzania's community had me crying in laughter and some of us *cough cough* Ian, even rolling in laughter. JVC Prom (Encounter) #community, brought out the best tornado and smance in us. We were told that it's ok to suck at our job sometimes but to give ourselves to it. Like the words of one of my favorite songs, I Lived shoutout to One Republic, "I hope that you fall in love and it hurts so bad, the only way you know is to give it all you have" Here's to being the person who loves (#Susan) because "our humanity is 'indeed' greater than our expertise."
Thank you Scranton, I have everything I need, well. . . . almost. :)
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