Posts Tagged ‘Mexico’
Youth of Juarez
We were thrilled to be able to return this week to Juarez to be with our brothers and sisters here, to love and pursue, and to live life together and show them that they are not forgotten. The morning after we arrived we found ourselves in the midst of a Vacation Bible School for the [...]
June 9th, 2010 by Misty Lindsey
The Battle Rages
Photo by Chris Knott There is no room in love for fear. Well-formed love banishes fear. Since fear is crippling, a fearful life—fear of death, fear of judgment—is one not yet fully formed in love. 1 John 4:18 Living in Juarez has forced my eyes open, heightened my senses and toughened up my soft coddled [...]
April 6th, 2010 by Matt Lindsey
Murder City
We can still believe that destroying another human life is an extreme act. Unless of course, the slaughter is done by governments. Or the killing is done to some vague group variously dubbed as terrorists or gangsters or drug dealers or people – and this varies with location – of other color or religious notions. [...]
February 7th, 2010 by Matt Lindsey
This is Juarez
Photo by Misty Lindsey 2010 “I never even gave the United States much thought,” said José Luís Aguilar Rangel, 38, as he stood over his son’s coffin, which lay next to the coffin of his nephew Horacio. “But Mexico has abandoned us, betrayed us. “Shame on them,” he said, alluding to authorities he described as [...]
January 22nd, 2010 by Matt Lindsey
Borderland Moments
Photo by Bruce Berman of Border Blog “We don’t play at the cantinas anymore because it is too dangerous. We do two funerals a day instead,” said musician Jose del Villar at the San Rafael cemetery after serenading a grieving widow, a black accordion strapped to his chest. But residents have little hope. The only thing that [...]
January 10th, 2010 by Matt Lindsey
Width of a Fence
Photo by Bruce Berman of Border Blog My spirit craves relief. The desert cries out for liberation. This afternoon is dragging on and the pain in my neck has moved closer to my brain, tender lightning storms brilliant in my skull. I just read about some more people being shot up and down. Another drug rehab place. 18 [...]
January 2nd, 2010 by Matt Lindsey
Mornings in Juarez
The world is full of miserable places. One way of living comfortably is not to think about them or, when you do, to send money. Tracy Kidder – Mountains beyond Mountains Its 5:23 and the alarm on my cell phone is set to sound its melodious tune in 7 minutes, but I have been laying [...]
December 31st, 2009 by mmlindsey
Student-Santa alliance benefits beleaguered bordertown
Mexico, our weary sister, continues to struggle for a brighter day. In her fight she has captured our hearts; now we stand beside her, and we are not alone. Our friend Billie has become a powerful voice for the Borderland. She is a fighter for Justice, a carrier of Hope and Love. Billie and her [...]
November 4th, 2009 by Matt Lindsey
in-between
Dead leaves, crushed without a thought
of the life that had once blazed within the veins of the
delicate skeletons, only move now with the
wind and the boots and the shoes; marionette puppets,
lifeless and broken.
July 29th, 2009 by mmlindsey
New Desert War
It was hot. Tensions were boiling under the strain of the desert sun. Everyone was gripped, toes dug into the baking sand. The bombs whistled, cutting through the shimmering heat waves like melted butter. They could not out run them. Bombs colliding with flesh, fear on every face. When the dust settled, laughter was rippling [...]
August 4th, 2010 by Misty Lindsey