Since being in Nicaragua, I have done many things for the
first time: viewed seemingly endless religious processions, understood the
stations of the cross, celebrated the ascent of Mary and the Immaculate Conception,
participated in neighborhood prayer groups, gone to a mass to celebrate a 15th
birthday and joined a family in the celebration of their daughter’s first
communion. I am not Catholic and living
in a predominantly Catholic society is being a bit of an adjustment to my view
of the world.
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Here I am with my rosary beads |
At home we profess religious freedom so I have friends who
are Catholics, born again Christians, Jews, Buddhists, Unitarians, and many who
identify with no particular religion, like me.
My brother and his wife are leaders in the Centers for Spiritual Living.
My friends who belong to a church share a community with other members but they
don’t share a neighborhood with them. In
Chinandega everyone seems to be Catholic and everyone in my neighborhood goes
to the same church. There is an instant
community here and it is centered in their belief system.
Before the celebration of the Immaculate Conception in
December, there were 9 days of prayer groups in our neighborhood. We rotated every day to a different home
where the reciting of the rosary took place.
I attended 6 of the 9 and although I did not understand what was
happening, I got into it. Someone gave
me a rosary and I checked on line so I understood what this familiar string of
beads with a cross was all about and eventually got comfortable counting off
the Hail Marys during our sessions. There were refreshments and gifts each
time. A few evenings when John and I
were walking around the neighborhood we saw several other groups joining in the
same prayers we had just completed. It
wasn’t just my neighbors; everyone was doing it! I think the closest we get to that in my home
town is a block party which has no spiritual basis and is structured primarily
for fun, not that there is anything wrong with that. It is just different. These prayer groups in my neighborhood in
Chinandega have a strong history and they happen every year. It’s a well-established tradition whereas the
block party is dependent on the present organizers.
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The family honoring Michelle's first communion. Picture courtesy of Michelle's aunt, Nubia. |
Last Sunday our 7-year old neighbor received her first
communion. She has been studying for a
year for this event, along with about 90 other kids. The church was packed to honor, observe, and
photograph these kids: many boys in ties and jackets and dozens of little girls
dressed up like brides. Michelle, my
neighbor, slept with her hair tied up in plastic straws and was up at 5 to get
ready for the 8 o‘clock mass. Her aunt did her hair and make-up and her mother
had her dress clean and ready for her.
We all walked to the church together: four generations accompanying
Michelle. My favorite part of any mass
is when we take a break to greet our neighbors and wish them peace. Michelle left her seat near the front of the
church and ran back to hug and kiss all of us including her great grandparents,
her grandmother, her mother, aunt and uncle, little sister and two Peace Corps
volunteers who have become part of the family.
Despite the fact that the church was very crowded, I did recognize some
neighbors and a doctor from our local health center.
Being immersed in a culture that is a strongly religious is
new for me. I like it. I have no interest in becoming Catholic but I
like learning about it beyond the abusive priests and the guilt that we hear
about in the USA. Here I see a community
of people who share a belief that creates a foundation for community and
understanding among each other. They
have graciously welcomed John and me into their community although they know we
are not Catholic. I sometime wonder what
my Peace Corps service would be like if I were serving in Morocco and
surrounded by Muslims. I think it would
be very similar: a country with a dominant religion creating a basis for their
society and I would have the challenge to understand it and participate in a
way that felt comfortable.
But here I am in Nicaragua,
surrounded by Catholicism and enjoying the ride.
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Religious icons in our Nicaraguan home |
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Cousins sharing first communion |
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The family walking home after church |
Debby & John, I enjoyed reading your recent blog. I know you aren't Catholic, but us Catholics are making you an honorary Catholics! Stay safe!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Joe. Glad you enjoy the blog. Its an honor to be an honorary Catholic!
DeleteGreat post! Wonderful perspective of the promise that folks make in the name of their god. I loved the pictures of Michelle's first communion. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteErika
Living in a Muslim country as a PCV was an invaluable experience. I wish more Americans had the opportunity to travel and learn about people different from themselves.
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