Station 3 – Jesus falls for the first time

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Obstacles

Church members shared various stories of im/migration from England, Germany, Slovakia, Vietnam and Iraq. Earliest experiences date back to the 1600s, 1700s and 1900s.

In the late 1970s, one church member worked with a “boat family” to resettle in Midland, Michigan, but eventually San Antonio, Texas. More recently, several members helped an Iraqi family to resettle in suburban Detroit.

What are those “obstacles” that our families—or the families which we have supported—faced in immigration to the United States?

 

Memorial Presbyterian Church

Terry Christens and
Dave Morrison
in collaboration with
Diana Brookens
Cathy Chang
Patrick Kirts
Wendy Lewis
Guy Lynch

(members and staff at
Bertha E. R. Strosacker
Memorial Presbyterian Church,
Midland, Michigan)

That Jesus fell three times is the tradition of the church. No specific scripture refers to Jesus falling, however, Simon needing to help him carry the cross suggests that he fell.


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Excerpts from stories of im/migration
collected at the church

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In the late seventies Memorial Presbyterian Church welcomed the Le Family as immigrants from Vietnam to Midland, Michigan. There were five in the family, father, mother, a teen-age son and another boy and girl (we never were able to verify their actual ages and they did not know how old they were.)

They arrived one cold January day and got off the plane with only the clothes on their back and one paper shopping bag each.

The family understood no English so we had to begin very simply – just meeting their basic needs.  Immediately a Vietnamese couple that worked at Dow Corning began working with us for language interpretation.

Our interpreters and others started searching out what the father could do for work.  Since he was “unskilled” gainful employment never happened for him in Midland and after many months he wanted to relocate to San Antonio where friends he knew assured him he could find work.

Working with this family who came to us with virtually no possessions, no home, no skills, no language showed us how vulnerable people can be – and yet how, with help, they can survive and thrive.

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John Barrackman from Germany, whose family had settled in County Limerick, Ireland, in 1709, emigrated to the U. S. in the 1760s and settled in Vermont. His name was spelled variously as Bergmann, Barkman, and Barrickman as well as Barrackman (meaning man from the hill or mountain.)

Due to difficulty of the Vermonters in pronouncing the German name, John’s children changed their name to “Hillman.” [see A Few More Left: The Story of Isaac Hillman, by Henry Z. Jones, Jr.]

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I was always told that my mother was “smuggled” into the country. The story was this:

Following my grandfather Jacob, my grandmother Kademagrit arrived with four children via Germany and then Glasgow to Ellis Island. When she got there on March 2, 1902, Anna was in her arms because one day shy of her second birthday, she still didn’t walk.

Going through immigration Anna was noticed, and they said “She is sick; she can’t come into the country.” Kademagrit said “What do you expect me to do—I have no money for passage back, I can’t send her back by herself, and what do I do with the other three children as well?”

Supposedly a kindly white haired older immigration official who spoke German took pity on her and said “Not to worry, just give her to me, and go on through.”

Well, Kademagrit did worry a lot, but got through all the rest of the immigration formalities. As they were about to leave Ellis Island on the ferry for Staten Island, the white haired man appeared around a corner of the building and tossed Anna to Kademagrit, who hurried up the gangplank. Everyone made it safely back to the family reunion in Lincoln, Nebraska.

We think that Anna had rheumatic fever or polio or something like that in Russia. They took the cane seat out of a kitchen chair, and she remembers using that as a walker until she could walk by herself.

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Station 7 – Jesus falls for the second time

Talking to Otherselves   

When I hear “assimilation” I think about futility and cybernetic implants, but my father is the great-great grandson of German immigrants and a Star Trek fan, so I’ve never had to consider it culturally.

In thinking about Jesus falling the second time, I meditated on no one helping him carry the cross. I thought about him as a Jew living under Imperial Rome and what his people had to pass for citizenship.

Assimilation is the second step in the immigrant’s journey. It can be falling more into the American ideal, or falling into place. It demands an obedience to be more “American,” whatever that means.

I found people wrestle with being “hyphenated Americans,” adding to America while not being some vague notion of “American”. I found immigrants wrenched from their languages, the expressions of their souls.

I wonder what the oath of naturalization would sound like if everyone taking it did so in a tongue natural to them. I suspect it would sound a quiet mess, but come to a stronger order. I think it would sound like the pentecost.

Brandon L. Sichling
Grace Commons
Video

This is the second incidence of Jesus falling, as held by the tradition of the church. No specific scripture refers to this.


Station 15 – Jesus is resurrected

Abundance of Life in Community

Sometimes we don’t recognize that which can save us.

Sometimes we don’t recognize people for who they are.

When Mary was weeping at the tomb, she didn’t recognize Jesus when he appeared to her. He was the one she wanted more than anything. But when she saw him, she only saw a gardener—which wasn’t really him.

To get her attention, he called her by name. In being recognized, she recognized him. This is how it is with human beings sometimes. In being recognized, in being called by name, we suddenly become more present.

When the disciples were walking down the road to Emmaus, they didn’t recognize Jesus, even after he walked with them for awhile, teaching and sharing with them. It was only when they sat down to dinner and Jesus broke the bread that their eyes were opened and they recognized him.

In knowing and calling each other by name, in breaking bread together, we can become awake and aware of each other as individuals and as people with distinct identities. When we step outside our blinding grief or fear or whatever it is that keeps us isolated or in conflict, we see and are more deeply bound to one another in community.

“Salvation” as Jesus and his contemporaries often spoke of it meant a wholeness of life, justice, and communal and personal health and well-being. In this sense, our salvation depends upon the survival of the world.

While we are a planet filled with many different people-groups, cultures, ages, sexual orientations, languages, genders, traditions, religions, and spiritualities, we also share in common our human identity and our planet.

This piece represents our commitment to recognizing the Christ in each other, the divinity and the full humanity of each person. This is a commitment to practicing resurrection. Recognizing each other changes everything.

This Station also includes an ever expanding “Family Album” in which we place photos, artifacts, or stories of the family im/migrations of the people who visit this show, whether in person, or on-line. You can submit a digital photograph with or without names and story to Grace Commons.

Our family is the world.

Practice Resurrection. Recognize Jesus. Recognize divinity and humanity in each person. Practice and practice and practice it.

Group collaboration with Nanette Sawyer
Allison Sichling and
Maggie Wagner
Grace Commons
mixed media, images and fabric

Scripture related to this station is included in the comments of this post.