Saturday, February 28, 2026

"Jesús el Provocador"

Predicado en la Iglesia Metodista Unida de San Marcos, Lakeland, Florida EE. UU.

Marcos 1:14-15

Introducción

Para comprender la vida y el ministerio de Jesús, debemos conocer el contexto en que el vivió. Era una época en la que poderosas fuerzas políticas y religiosas abusaban del pueblo de Israel, especialmente de los pobres y los indefensos. Jesús vino para liberarlos de su opresión, anunciando la presencia del Reino de Dios en la tierra tal como es en el cielo. Su Reino era para toda la humanidad, no solo para unos pocos elegidos.

Su Reino representaba un desafío directo al Imperio Romano y a las autoridades del Templo, pues el Reino de Dios vencería a sus propios reinos.

El mensaje de Jesús era liberadora, pero ponerlo en práctica resultaba un gran riesgo.

«Después de que Juan fue arrestado, Jesús fue a Galilea proclamando las buenas nuevas de Dios y diciendo: “El tiempo se ha cumplido y el reino de Dios se ha acercado; arrepiéntanse y crean en las buenas nuevas”». Marcos 1:14-15

Su Reino ofrecía salvación, tanto eterna como terrenal, a todos aquellos que lo recibían. Uno podía sufrir e incluso morir por seguirlo.

«Yo he venido para que tengan vida, y la tengan en abundancia». Juan 10:10

«Si alguno desea venir en pos de mí, que se niegue a sí mismo, tome su cruz y me siga. Porque el que quiera salvar su vida, la perderá; y el que pierda su vida por causa mía, la hallará». Mateo 16:24-25

El mensaje de Jesús representaba una amenaza tan grande para los poderosos que, finalmente, Jesús fue ejecutado en una cruz romana. Él entregó su vida para vencer a los poderes y salvar a la humanidad. Su muerte resultó victoriosa. Él eligió morir y volver a vivir junto con toda la humanidad.

Recuerdo que, cuando era niño y asistía a la escuela dominical, la maestra sostenía un cartel con la imagen de un hombre blanco de rasgos europeos que cargaba sobre su hombro a un cordero que había rescatado. Esa imagen transmitía la impresión de que Jesús era dulce, apacible e impotente; como si hubiera venido únicamente para salvarnos de nuestros pecados personales.

Lo más probable es que la imagen real de Jesús fuera la de un hombre de unos treinta años, de piel morena, cabello negro, ojos oscuros y nariz de rasgos árabes. Es cierto que el talante de Jesús era el de un hombre lleno de amor y compasivo, pero también era un hombresevero, e incluso se mostraba airado con aquellos que se aprovechaban de los marginados. Era valeroso y provocaba a sus adversarios, a sabiendas de que su presencia y sus acciones lo conducirían a la Cruz.

Jesús tenía un plan de acción diseñado para provocar a los poderosos, al tiempo que defendía a los pobres, a los marginados, a los ignorados y a los invisibles. Sus provocaciones no eran de índole política, sino intencionadas. Sin embargo, sus adversarios interpretaron sus palabras y sus actos como algo político y subversivo.

Jesús se enfrentó con cuatro adversarios:

El Imperio Romano

El Imperio Romano constituía de un sistema militar y político más poderoso y despiadado del mundo antiguo. La democracia no existía, ni los derechos civiles, ni los tribunales de justicia. Toda disidencia era aplastada. El 90 % de la población conformaba la fuerza laboral y realizaba todo el trabajo, enriqueciéndose así al 10 % adinerado. Muchos eran esclavos de por vida; otros, siervos por contrato o arrendatarios agrícolas. Ese 90 % pagaba impuestos exorbitantes, mientras que el 10 % restante no pagaba ninguno. Los funcionarios corruptos cobraban favores, compraban títulos y pagaban sobornos para obtener estatus y poder.

Los herodianos

Los herodianos eran una facción política judía que respaldaba a la dinastía herodiana, favoreciendo la colaboración con Roma en aras de la estabilidad política y el poder. Se oponían a Jesús, al considerarlo como una amenaza para sus intereses, y conspiraron en dos ocasiones con los fariseos para darle muerte. Seguían el legado de Herodes el Grande, quien intentó asesinar a Jesús en Belén, pero que, en su lugar, masacró a los inocentes.

Herodes Antipas, a quien Jesús llamó «el zorro» era hijo de Herodes el Grande. Fue él quien mandó decapitar a Juan el Bautista y quien entregó a Jesús a Pilato para que fuera ejecutado.

«En aquel mismo momento se acercaron unos fariseos y le dijeron: "Aléjate de aquí, pues Herodes quiere matarte"». Él les dijo: «Id y decidle a ese zorro de mi parte: “Mira, hoy y mañana expulso demonios y realizo curaciones, y al tercer día termino mi obra”». Lucas 13:31-32.

Las autoridades religiosas

Los fariseos

Los fariseos eran una influyente secta religiosa judía de la época de Jesús, conocida por su estricta adhesión al Torá (los primeros cinco libros de las Escrituras hebreas, atribuidos a Moisés) y a sus numerosas restricciones morales y piadosas. Se apartaban de los demás judíos en busca de pureza espiritual. Los fariseos esperaban que el pueblo cumpliera 613 leyes. Cuando no lograban cumplirlas, los fariseos declaraban que eran pecadores, indignos de ser aceptados por Dios. Para ganarse el favor de Dios, debían expiar sus pecados en el Templo comprando animales para el sacrificio a precios elevados. Los fariseos administraban los mercados de animales y gestionaban los fondos, de los cuales a menudo robaban.

Jesús dijo: «Atan cargas pesadas y difíciles de llevar, y las ponen sobre los hombros de los demás; pero ellos mismos no están dispuestos a mover ni un dedo para desplazarlas». Mateo 23:4

En cambio, Jesús redujo las 613 leyes de los fariseos a dos.

«Amarás al Señor tu Dios con todo tu corazón, con toda tu alma y con toda tu mente». Este es el mandamiento más grande y el primero. Y el segundo es semejante a este: «Amarás a tu prójimo como a ti mismo». De estos dos mandamientos dependen toda la Ley y los Profetas». Mateo 22:37-40

Y para responder a aquellos que lo acusaban de abolir las leyes:

«No piensen que he venido a abolir la Ley o los Profetas; no he venido a abolir, sino a cumplir». Mateo 5:17

«Un día de reposo, Jesús pasaba por los campos de cereales y, mientras avanzaban, sus discípulos comenzaron a arrancar espigas. Los fariseos le dijeron: “Mira, ¿por qué hacen lo que no está permitido hacer en el día de reposo?”. [...] Entonces él les dijo: “El día de reposo fue hecho para el ser humano, y no el ser humano para el día de reposo; así que el Hijo del Hombre es Señor incluso del día de reposo”». Marcos 3:23-27

La afirmación de Jesús de ser el Señor del día de reposo dejaba claro que él venía a derrocar a los poderes establecidos e inaugurar su Reino.

Los saduceos

Los saduceos eran una secta aristocrática y sacerdotal que también controlaban las actividades del Templo en Jerusalén. También se apropiaban ilícitamente del dinero recaudado por la compra de animales para los sacrificios. Gozaban de influencia política ante los romanos.

Las autoridades políticas y religiosas mantenían su *statu quo* para permanecer en el poder.

La mera existencia de Jesús representaba una amenaza para ellos.

Fueron ellos quienes convirtieron a Jesús en una figura política, pues esa era la única manera en que lograban comprender sus enseñanzas, sus milagros y sus sanaciones. Y esa era la manera de que Jesús llamara la atención de Roma.

Cuando el ángel Gabriel se apareció a María y le anunció que daría a luz al Salvador del mundo, ella proclamó que su hijo pondría el mundo patas arriba en aras de la justicia y la rectitud.

«Mi alma glorifica al Señor, y mi espíritu se regocija en Dios, mi Salvador... Él ha dispersado a los soberbios en la presunción de sus corazones. Ha derribado a los poderosos de sus tronos y ha exaltado a los humildes; ha colmado de bienes a los hambrientos y ha despedido con las manos vacías a los ricos». Lucas 1:46-53

Jesús nació, creció y vivió bajo la opresión del Imperio romano y de reyes corruptos. Su vida estuvo siempre en peligro.

Por ejemplo, José y María se vieron obligados a viajar desde Nazaret hasta Belén para pagar impuestos exorbitantes, por orden del emperador Augusto.

El rey Herodes el Grande temía que este niño le arrebatara el trono. Al no encontrar a Jesús, Herodes ordenó la matanza de los inocentes.

La Sagrada Familia huyó a Egipto para salvar sus vidas, viviendo como refugiados políticos, indocumentados y empobrecidos, en medio de la incertidumbre.

El rey Herodes Antipas mandó decapitar a Juan el Bautista y entregó a Jesús al gobernador romano para que fuera condenado y crucificado.

Jesús emprendió una misión peligrosa

El objetivo del Reino de Dios era lograr que las personas «dieran un giro a sus vidas» (en griego: *metanoia*) y creyeran en la Buena Nueva. El Reinado de Dios era más poderoso que los reinos de este mundo. Por esa razón, Jesús representaba una amenaza tan grande para ellos. 

«Entró de nuevo en la sinagoga, y había allí un hombre que tenía una mano seca. Lo observaban para ver si lo curaba en sábado, con el fin de acusarlo. Y le dijo al hombre que tenía la mano seca: "Ponte de pie". Luego les dijo: "¿Es lícito hacer el bien o hacer el mal en sábado? ¿Salvar una vida o matar?". Los fariseos salieron e inmediatamente conspiraron con los herodianos contra él, buscando la manera de destruirlo». Marcos 3:1-4, 6

Jesús es puesto a prueba en su lealtad al imperio

Algunos fariseos y herodianos intentaron tenderle una trampa para que cometiera traición contra el imperio.

«¿Es lícito pagar impuestos al César o no? ¿Debemos pagarlos o no?». Pero, conociendo su hipocresía, les dijo: «¿Por qué me ponéis a prueba? Traedme un denario y dejadme verlo». Y le trajeron uno. Entonces les dijo: «¿De quién es esta imagen y esta inscripción?». Respondieron: «Del César». Jesús les dijo: «Dad al César lo que es del César y a Dios lo que es de Dios». Y quedaron totalmente asombrados de él.».Marcos 12:14-17

Jesús afirmó, en efecto, que todas las monedas del imperio y el imperio mismo incluida pertenecían al César. Lo que no dijo, implicado, fue que Dios es el dueño de todos los imperios, incluido el del César. Los presentes que conocían los salmos recordaron el Salmo 24:1: «Del Señor es la tierra y todo lo que hay en ella».

De camino a Jerusalén, les dijo a sus discípulos:

«que el Hijo del Hombre debía padecer grandes sufrimientos, ser rechazado por los ancianos, los sumos sacerdotes y los escribas, ser ejecutado y, después de tres días, resucitar. Dijo todo esto con total franqueza. Entonces Pedro lo tomó aparte y comenzó a reprenderlo. Pero Jesús, volviéndose y mirando a sus discípulos, reprendió a Pedro y le dijo: "¡Ponte detrás de mí, Satanás! Porque no tienes la mente puesta en las cosas divinas, sino en las humanas"». Marcos 8:31-33

Sin embargo, los discípulos no lo comprendieron del todo hasta que Jesús resucitó. Pedro le suplicó que no fuera. Con indignación, Jesús reprende a Pedro por interponerse en su camino —tal como lo haría Satanás—, impidiéndole completar su misión en la tierra.

Jesús firma su propia sentencia de muerte

«Luego llegaron a Jerusalén. Y él entró en el Templo y comenzó a expulsar a los que vendían y a los que compraban en el Templo; volcó las mesas de los cambistas y los puestos de los que vendían palomas... «¿Acaso no está escrito: "Mi casa será llamada casa de oración para todas las naciones"?» Pero ustedes lo han convertido en una guarida de ladrones. «Y cuando los sumos sacerdotes y los escribas... buscaban la manera de matarlo, pues le tenían miedo, porque toda la multitud estaba maravillada con su enseñanza». Marcos 11:15-18

Jesús es capturado, juzgado y condenado a muerte

«Así que Pilato, queriendo complacer a la multitud, les puso en libertad a Barrabás; y, después de haber flagelado a Jesús, lo entregó para que fuera crucificado». Marcos 15:15

Él resucitó 

La mayor motivación para que los primeros cristianos arriesgaran sus vidas, siguieran a Jesús y enfrentaran la muerte fue la resurrección de Cristo. Su resurrección está al alcance de todos. Sin embargo, el discipulado cristiano tiene su precio. 

«Si alguno quiere venir en pos de mí, niéguese a sí mismo, tome su cruz y sígame». Marcos 8:34 

Dos jóvenes sabían lo que estaba en juego cuando decidieron seguir a Jesús. Eran cristianos del Sermón del Monte», que vivían conforme a dicho sermón. Pagaron el precio supremo por desafiar a los poderes. Dietrich Bonhoeffer, teólogo y pastor alemán, perdió la vida por conspirar para asesinar a Hitler. Él dijo: «Cuando Cristo llama a un hombre, le invita a morir». 

 Martin Luther King predicó la noche antes de ser asesinado: «Como cualquier persona, me gustaría vivir una vida larga. La longevidad tiene su lugar. Pero eso no me preocupa ahora. Solo quiero hacer la voluntad de Dios». 

Existen muchas formas en las que podemos morir como mártires (testigos) junto a Jesús sin pagar el precio supremo. Podemos morir al pecado personal. Podemos enfrentar con la verdad a los poderes. Podemos realizar obras de justicia junto a aquellos que se encuentran en los márgenes de la sociedad. 

¡Desafíen a los reinos de este mundo! ¡Agiten las aguas! ¡Enturbien la calma! ¡Causen «buenos confrontamientos»! como dijo Juan Lewis líder del movimiento de derechos civiles en los Estados Unidos, ¡Enfádense! ¡Digan la verdad hacia el poder! ¡Sean audaces! ¡Pasen de las palabras a los hechos! ¡Pónganse de pie, no se queden sentados! ¡Marchen! ¡Asuman riesgos! ¡Vivan el Sermón del Monte, en vez de limitarse a rendirle homenaje de labios! 

¡Únanse a Jesús y transformen el mundo!

Sunday, February 01, 2026

Faithful Resistance 2,000 Strong

This Wednesday, February 25th, over 2,000 inter-religious clergy and laity came to Washington DC on a “Faithful Resistance Witness” walk to the Capitol. The focus was to confront the powers over the brutal policies of immigration and deportations. I was among them. After a rousing celebration at the Capitol City United Methodist Church, we walked down Pennsylvania and Independence avenues to Capitol Hill. After a worship benediction, and a "sending forth," we divided into small delegations and visited our congress persons plus the senators. Prior to the event, each legislator was contacted. Most of the republicans refused to meet the delegations. My delegation had fruitful conversation with Max Price, Chief Legislative Assistant of US Congresswoman Debbie Wasserman Schultz of Florida's 25th District. We were on the same page as the congress. told us that  Rep Wasserman Schultz was fighting to defund ICE and DHS. When I asked if she knew about RCMA, Price answered in the affirmative. When we asked how we could support her efforts, Price chastened us that the congresswoman doesn't get enough contacts from the faith community. She also would appreciate more support from faith leaders so that the use their support as ammunition to confront the powers.

“Uncle George Clarke, a Man of His Time”

 “Uncle George Clarke, a Man of His Time” 

“For everything there is a season, and a time under heaven:             

a time to be born, and a time to die;...           

a time to break down, and a time to build up;...         

a time to weep, and a time to laugh;         

a time to mourn, and a time to dance;...         

a time to keep, and a time to cast away;...     

a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;...”        

“...I have seen the business that God has given to the sons of men to be busy with.  He  has made everything beautiful in its time; also he has put eternity into man's mind, yet so that he cannot find out what God has done from the beginning to the end..."  Ecc.3:1-2,3,4,6,7,10-11 (RSV)  

If there was something that Uncle George knew well, he knew Time. His profession in life was measuring time.  He loved his timepieces, especially the old ones, that he restored: grandfather clocks, desk clocks and especially the pocket and wrist watches: the National’s, the Hamilton’s, the Elgins, the Bulova’s...  

 You could see him in his shop in downtown Coral Gables, beside the police station. He joked that his shop would never get robbed. He  began the day with his ritual of winding up the many clocks and watches he had on display and on his work desk.  They were the windup kind, the ones you had to fuss with and wind up every twenty four hours,... that you had to take off your wrist every time you went swimming or took a shower.  

I remember the time, when you didn't get your first watch until you were 12 years old, perhaps some of you remember your first dime store pocket watch.  Today, toddlers wear them, not knowing what they are.  Then, you had to earn one.  Mine was a wristwatch wind up Timex, that my parents gave me for Christmas, bought from George's shop, of course.  I used it even after George had cleaned it and fixed it several times, until it took too much of a likin', and it quit tickin'.  

Later, my parents presented me with a fine gold XIXth century Hamilton pocket watch, for my college graduation present, restored and cared for by Uncle George.  

Many years later, when the newfangled digital watches were in vogue, I was wearing my Casio, you know, the one that can survive in 200 meters of water; that beeps on the half-hour; that never needs a new battery in five years; let alone winding every day, and has so many do dads, it practically washes the dishes automatically.  

I will never forget George's disdain, as he spied at my wrist.  Without saying a word, he looked upon it with a contempt of a time gone by, as if our world had abandoned his first love. Perhaps These new watches seemed to be lifeless. They just hummed.  They don't have the ticking rhythm of life, that George so much loved and lived by. 

George's life was like that; time honored, meticulous, orderly rhythmic.  A man of many habits, you could set your watch by them.  We all knew and loved George with his fussy ways.

A life of his, was a statement expressing a rebellion against the fast paced rush of our current way of living.   

George was a Canadian and during World War II he served in India, repairing the damaged airplane instruments. Of course he did!

As children, my brother David, and I will never forget those years the Clarke's lived in Coral Gables.  They were always a haven for our fast-paced life, moving between Cuba and Florida. 

They were our welcoming and departure committee.  Their neat home nestled in the suburbs of Coral Gables on Obispo Street seemed timeless, as we came there weary from our day long journey from Camagüey.  

We gathered be around the dinner table, with added table leaves; both families together, and George holding court, at the head of the table. Following the perfunctory thanksgiving prayer, he carved the ham (always ham) with that sweet crust as he tickled our humors with his quick word, jibes, jokes, and wit.  We knew we were back home on solid ground.  

Last month, as we all knew that George's days on this earth were reaching a close, our family went to see him for the last time.  Virginia greeted us at the door of their Winter Haven home.  She invited each of us to go and visit with him in the bedroom.  

I went in, when my turn came.  We soon were talking about watches.  A few years ago, George had given me a watch from his collection, as he was closing shop in his retirement.  “Here it is...”  He reminded me of the gold hands he had hand carved, restoring this watch with a French movement.  Then the silver chain with the crooked Cross.  

From his bed of pain and suffering he said to me, "Larry, do you know why the Cross is crooked?"  I said, "I didn't know. Why?”  "Because the Cross is a hard thing to bear."  I agreed.  I saw the familiar sparkle in his eye, and he and I knew, without saying, that he was ready to lay his Cross down on the altar of Jesus Christ.  

And so he has,... in His own good time.  

"Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give your rest.  Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me; for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light."  Mt.11:28-30 (RSV)

“Óscar Arnulfo Romero: From a Passive Priest to Martyred Saint”

A year after his canonization and the DXXVII anniversary of Cristobal Colon's "accidental" discovery of the New World

 "Óscar Arnulfo Romero (1917–1980), was canonized a saint by Pope Francis, on October 14, 2018. It is only fitting that the first Latin American Pope would canonize Óscar Romero. As Archbishop of San Salvador for the last four years of his life, Romero was a strong, public voice for the many voiceless and anonymous poor of El Salvador and Latin America. When he preached in the cathedral on Sunday mornings, I’m told that the streets were empty and all the radios where on full volume, to hear truth and sanity in an insane and corrupt world." Fr. Richard Rohr.
     

I visited El Salvador many times during our work with Alfalit Latinoamericano in the ‘80's. St. Óscar's assassination in 1980 had taken place earlier, and yet his memory and ministry was in the hearts and hopes of marginalized people who shared with me (sometimes in whispers, for fear of persecution) as I travelled through Latin America. Actually, the poor had canonized him years before this moment.



In 2003, I went on a grief pilgrimage to El Salvador, Cuba, and spent time with a spiritual director, in memory of my son, Corry who had transitioned the previous year.  I chose places where I knew people would understand Grief through Suffering as a spiritual discipline, something quite rare in my country.



When I arrived to El Salvador (named after the Savior, ironically one of the most violent countries in Central America), I entered the community of the Carmelite nuns in San Salvador, where St. Oscar lived, and broadcasted his radio messages to the people. He had refused to live in the Archbishop's palace as being too ostentatious.
     

I entered his cell and saw his simple bed, the desk, with the radio and microphone there, ready for another message. Then I went to the small chapel where on March 24, 1980, he was celebrating mass with the nuns, when he was martyred. I sat in a pew, prayed and meditated, focusing my eyes on the place behind the altar, where he stood when lifted up his arms, consecrating the host the bread - the body of Christ).



The assassin, was in the shadows, at the side entrance, with one hallow point bullet in the chamber, waiting. He was there at the behest of the seven most powerful families in the country while the United States operatives knew what was to happen.
     

U.S. foreign policy since 1947, was to "contain communism,” wherever it arose. It didn’t matter how much the cost in “collateral damage."
     

The shooter must have been Catholic, because he knew when St. Óscar would raise his arms at the consecration of the host, exposing his chest.  A nun assisting St. Óscar, stood by his side when the bullet slammed into his chest and exploded his heart. He never knew what hit him, as he collapsed dead in a pool of blood.



After spending some time in the chapel alone, I heard voices.  A man was showing his guests the chapel. After he greeted me I found out that he was one of St. Óscar's young priests who assisted had him. He invited me to join the group as we went to the Sacristy (where priests prepare to celebrate the mass).
     

As we entered he motioned to us to a clothes hanger where the liturgical robes were hanging. He took a cassock off the hanger and showed us the dry and gray blood stains on the robe that St. Óscar was wearing that night. Then he pointed his finger at a small hole where the bullet went through.
     

St. Óscar's canonization is a confirmation that martyrs, as witnesses, have died with Christ and are resurrected with Christ, defending human rights for all persons, co-creating with God, the Reign of God.  It is no accident that St. Óscar's canonization occurred two days after the 527th anniversary of  Cristobal Colón's "accidental discovery" of the New World, and the beginning of the genocide and subjugation of the indigenous people and their cultures in America (North, Central, South).



St. Óscar began his ministry as a young priest, a member of one of the seven powerful families in El Salvador. Many thought he could be manipulated to maintain the status quo, to be on the side with the powerful while ignoring the cries of the poor. 

     * * * 

Three weeks ago, I was in Berlin, in the attic apartment of another saint, evangelical pastor and theologian, Dietrich Bonhoeffer.  He too died a martyr in his attempt to rid Germany from Hitler. I saw his books, his simple bed, his desk and chair by the corner window.  In my mind's eye I saw the Gestapo agents through the window, and entering his parent's house, on that fateful day, 5 April, 1943 when he was arrested.
     

Through the centuries, saints were born as ordinary persons who under extraordinary circumstances were filled with the Holy Spirit to fulfill God's Reign in a suffering world, often at the cost of their lives.  And so it is with Óscar and (St) Dietrich - Presente! Vorhanden!


The Hermeneutical Circle explained in a simpler way for doing liberation theology - El Círculo Hermenéutico Explicado de una Manera más Sencilla para hacer Teología de La liberación.

The Hermeneutical Key 

1. Understanding the Context:

Understand the historical, cultural, literary, and social context in which the text was written.

 2. Observation:

Identify key elements of the text, such as theme, structure, language, and possible meanings.

 3. Interpretation:

Reconstruct the meaning of the text by interpreting its elements, considering the context and the author's intention.

 4. Application:

Relate the meaning of the text to one's own life, culture, or context.

 1. See (the status quo. The way things have always are and been) 

 2. Judge (from the Scriptures, how does the SQ compare with vision of the texts?) 

 3. Act (praxis, what must change to promote life over death?)

 4. Evaluate (did the action work? What can work better?) Do the circle again, is there improvement on the Act producing Life reducing Death.

The process is done again and again until there is permanent change the status quo is changed from Death to Life.

The process is shown on a circular spiral moving over time from Left to Right. The four steps are on the first circle. After the evaluation in the first circle is completed, the shift is into the 2nd circle and so on. The spiral continues until the status quo is eliminated and there is transformation from Death to Life. 

Once the "Act" phase is complete, the evaluation begins. The evaluation is not depicted within the spiral; rather, it takes place between the "Act" phase and the "See" phase of the subsequent cycle.

During the evaluation process, three questions are posed: What worked? What did not work? What measures will be adopted to improve the "Act" phase as the process advances toward the second cycle? Consequently, the See-Judge-Act sequence will differ from that of the first cycle, as changes are introduced with the aim of fostering actions more conducive to transformation.


La Clave Hermenéutica

El proceso hermenéutico generalmente implica: 

1. Comprensión del contexto:

Entender el contexto histórico, cultural, literario y social en el que fue escrito el texto. 

2. Observación:

Identificar los elementos clave del texto, como el tema, la estructura, el lenguaje y los posibles significados. 

3. Interpretación:

Reconstruir el significado del texto a través de la interpretación de sus elementos, considerando el contexto y la intención del autor. 

4. Aplicación:

Relacionar el significado del texto con la propia vida, cultura o contexto.

1. Ver (el *statu quo*: la forma en que las cosas siempre han sido y son).

2. Juzgar (a la luz de las Escrituras: ¿cómo se compara el *statu quo* con la visión de los textos?).

3. Actuar (praxis: ¿qué debe cambiar para promover la vida por encima de la muerte?).

4. Evaluar (¿funcionó la acción? ¿Qué podría funcionar mejor?). Repetir el ciclo: ¿se observa una mejora en la acción que genere vida y reduzca la muerte?

El proceso se repite una y otra vez hasta que se produce un cambio permanente: el *statu quo* se transforma de Muerte a Vida.

El proceso se representa mediante una espiral circular que avanza a lo largo del tiempo, de izquierda a derecha. Los cuatro pasos se sitúan en el primer círculo. Una vez completada la evaluación en el primer círculo, se produce la transición hacia el segundo, y así sucesivamente. La espiral continúa hasta que el *statu quo* es eliminado y se consuma la transformación de Muerte a Vida.

Una vez completado el Actuar, comienza la evaluación. La evaluación no se representa en la espiral; tiene lugar entre el Actuar y el Ver del siguiente ciclo.

El proceso de Evaluar se plantean tres preguntas: ¿Qué funcionó? ¿Qué no funcionó? ¿Qué medidas se adoptarán para mejorar el Actuar a medida que el proceso avanza hacia el segundo ciclo? Por consiguiente, la secuencia Ver-Juzgar-Actuar será diferente a la del primer ciclo, ya que se introducen cambios orientados a favorecer una acción más propicia para la transformación.

 

 

The Young Boy and the Sea

We were on the northern coast of Cuba at Santa Lucia beach, just north of Camaguey where we lived. It was in 1954 that my Dad befriended an old man of the sea.  

"He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff in the Gulf Stream ... [He] was thin and gaunt with deep wrinkles in the back if his neck. The brown blotches of the benevolent skin cancer the sun brings from its reflection on the tropic sea were on his checks... his hands had the deep-creased  scars from handling heavy fish on the cords. But none of the scars were fresh. They were as old as erosions in a fishless desert." 

"Everything about him was old except his eyes and they were the same color as the sea and were cheerful and undefeated.” 

Ernest Hemingway, “The Old Man and the Sea,” Scribner’s Sons, 1952, pp.6-7

His brown face, arms, and hands were grizzled, dry as parchment from years exposed to Cuba’s tropical sun.  His calloused fingers bore the scars of years from fishing lines cutting through them. 

The old man invited our family to fish with him. His ancient fishing boat had an older motor and a mast.  There was no guard rail to prevent is from falling over board. So me and my brother David wrapped our arms around the mast.  The old man sat in the well aft and controlled the tiller. My parents near him on the deck.

The one cylinder motor coughed into a slow and regular rhythm “chugga chugga” as the skiff moved over the waves off the shore.  The ocean spread out endlessly with the endless, the blue skies and fluffy clouds over us – and the merciless sun beating down on us.  Mother insisted that David and I wear light jackets to protect us from sunburn.

The boat sailed as fast as it could at 4-5 knots per hour, when we arrived at a small cayo (key). It wasn’t much more than sand bar with a small palm tree on it. The old man anchored the boat and we dropped into the shallow water.  The water was so clear, that you couldn’t see it, but you know it was there because my swimming trunks got wet.  We walked about on the white, sandy bottom, when I saw a large starfish.  I picked it up, and admired it, then put it back. All kinds of shells were about, except that they didn’t stay still.  There were creatures in them, not like the shells that wash up on the shore.

 But the journey wasn’t over.  The old man had to earn his keep.  We got back into the boat, and we moved beyond the shallows into the deep of the Florida Strait. With his arm around the tiller, he baited his lines with minnows as bait on hooks, tied to the fishing line about two feet apart. He had no rod to guide the fishing line.  He guided the lines through his calloused hands as the filament slid through his fingers, the callouses as tough as leather gloves.  

The swells grew to about four and five feet, level with the deck, as the boat rolled along the waves.  The sail was furled catching the wind and pushing us along, aiding the ancient, chugging motor.  David and I gripped the mast tighter and tighter, as mother reminded us to hold tight.  The old methodically went about his craft as he had done for decades since his youth, pulling up the line to unhook fish and throwing them into a bucket.  

Then we saw them – fins!! Bobbing up and disappearing into the surf, and breaking again, moving along, beside the boat. I was terrified because I couldn’t tell whether they were dolphins or sharks!  The old man kept silent.  Later we found out the dolphins were welcoming us, as they did with fishing boats, hoping to catch some scraps from the fishermen. Then, the main show.  The flying fish joined the menagerie, as they skipped above the waves.  

The fish bucket full, and the sun at our backs in the late afternoon, the fisherman turned his boat towards shore. And unforgettable adventure for all for this young boy and the sea. Unlike Earnest Hemingway’s “The Old Man and the Sea,” this old man of the sea had a catch to sell. 

"Óscar Arnulfo Romero: de sacerdote pasivo a santo mártir

Un año después de su canonización y en el 527.º aniversario del «accidental» descubrimiento del Nuevo Mundo por Cristóbal Colón. «Óscar Arnulfo Romero (1917–1980) fue canonizado como santo por el papa Francisco el 14 de octubre de 2018. Resulta sumamente apropiado que el primer papa latinoamericano haya canonizado a Óscar Romero. Como arzobispo de San Salvador durante los últimos cuatro años de su vida, Romero alzó una voz pública y firme en favor de los muchos pobres —anónimos y sin voz— de El Salvador y de América Latina. Me cuentan que, cuando predicaba en la catedral los domingos por la mañana, las calles quedaban desiertas y todas las radios se sintonizaban a todo volumen para escuchar la verdad y la cordura en un mundo de locura y corrupción». Padre Richard Rohr.

Visité El Salvador en numerosas ocasiones durante nuestra labor con Alfalit Latinoamericano en la década de los ochenta. El asesinato de san Óscar en 1980 ya había tenido lugar para entonces; sin embargo, su memoria y su ministerio perduraban en los corazones y las esperanzas de las personas marginadas que compartían sus vivencias conmigo —a veces en susurros, por temor a la persecución— mientras yo recorría América Latina. De hecho, los pobres ya lo habían canonizado años antes de que llegara este momento.

En el 2003, emprendí una peregrinación de duelo por El Salvador y Cuba, y pasé un tiempo con un director espiritual, en memoria de mi hijo Corry, quien había fallecido el año anterior. Elegí lugares donde sabía que la gente comprendería el duelo a través del sufrimiento como una disciplina espiritual; algo bastante inusual en mi propio país. 

Al llegar a El Salvador —país que lleva el nombre del Salvador, irónicamente una de las naciones más violentas de Centroamérica—, ingresé en la comunidad de las monjas carmelitas en San Salvador, lugar donde residió san Óscar y desde donde transmitía sus mensajes radiofónicos al pueblo. Él se había negado a vivir en el palacio arzobispal por considerarlo excesivamente ostentoso. Entré en su celda y contemplé su sencilla cama y su escritorio, sobre el cual reposaban la radio y el micrófono, listos para transmitir un nuevo mensaje. 

Luego me dirigí a la pequeña capilla donde, el 24 de marzo de 1980, él celebraba la misa junto a las monjas, momento en el que fue martirizado. Me senté en un banco, recé y medité, fijando la mirada en el lugar detrás del altar, donde él se encontraba de pie cuando alzó los brazos para consagrar la hostia —el pan, el cuerpo de Cristo—. 

El asesino permanecía oculto entre las sombras, junto a la entrada lateral, con una bala de punta hueca en la recámara, a la espera. Estaba allí por orden de las siete familias más poderosas del país, mientras que los agentes operativos de los Estados Unidos sabían lo que iba a suceder. 

La política exterior de los EE. UU. desde 1947 consistía en «contener el comunismo» dondequiera que este surgiera. No importaba cuál fuera el costo en términos de «daños colaterales». El tirador debía de ser católico, pues sabía exactamente el momento en que San Óscar alzaría los brazos durante la consagración de la hostia, dejando su pecho al descubierto. 

Una monja que asistía a San Óscar se encontraba a su lado cuando la bala impactó en su pecho y le destrozó el corazón. Él nunca supo qué fue lo que lo alcanzó, desplomándose muerto en medio de un charco de sangre. 

Tras pasar un tiempo a solas en la capilla, oí unas voces. Un hombre estaba mostrando la capilla a sus invitados. Después de saludarme, descubrí que se trataba de uno de los jóvenes sacerdotes que habían asistido a San Óscar. 

Me invitó a unirme al grupo mientras nos dirigíamos a la sacristía (el lugar donde los sacerdotes se preparan para celebrar la misa). Al entrar, nos hizo una señal indicando un perchero del que colgaban las vestiduras litúrgicas. Descolgó una sotana y nos mostró las manchas de sangre —ya secas y de un tono grisáceo— manchas en la túnica que San Óscar vestía aquella noche. Luego, señaló con el dedo el pequeño orificio por donde había penetrado la bala 

La canonización de San Óscar constituye una confirmación de que los mártires —en su calidad de testigos— han muerto con Cristo y han resucitado con Él, defendiendo los derechos humanos de todas las personas y co-creando, junto a Dios, el Reino de Dios. 

No es casualidad que la canonización de San Óscar tuviera lugar dos días después del 527.º aniversario del «descubrimiento accidental» del nuevo mundo por parte de Cristóbal Colón, y del inicio del genocidio y la subyugación de los pueblos indígenas y sus culturas en América (del Norte, Central y del Sur). 

San Óscar comenzó su ministerio como un joven sacerdote, miembro de una de las siete familias poderosas de El Salvador. Muchos pensaron que podría ser manipulado para mantener el *statu quo*, para ponerse del lado de los poderosos mientras ignoraba el clamor de los pobres. 

Hace tres semanas estuve en Berlín, en el apartamento del ático de otro santo: el pastor evangélico y teólogo Dietrich Bonhoeffer. Él también murió como mártir en su intento de liberar a Alemania de Hitler. Vi sus libros, su sencilla cama, su escritorio y su silla junto a la ventana de la esquina. Con los ojos de la mente, vi a los agentes de la Gestapo a través de la ventana, entrando en la casa de sus padres en aquel fatídico día —el 5 de abril de 1943— en que fue arrestado. 

A lo largo de los siglos, los santos nacieron como personas corrientes que, bajo circunstancias extraordinarias, fueron colmadas del Espíritu Santo para hacer realidad el Reino de Dios en un mundo sufriente; a menudo, a costa de sus propias vidas. Y así sucede también con Óscar y Dietrich. 

¡Presente! ¡Vorhanden!

Eucharist in the Garbage City

During our years with Alfalit in Latin America from 1984-87, Trudy and I hosted “Latin American Awakenings.” LAA's  consist of immersion groups, that experience marginalized communities and learning from them about their reality. Immersion teams consist of about ten Americans who spend ten days with the people.

This team came from the University of Missouri. I met them at the airport in San Pedro Sula. Mennonite pastor Rev. Rolando Carcamo was our host.

We climbed into two pick-up trucks and travelled to La Ceiba, on the Caribbean coast, where we would spend the next ten days. 

La Ceiba is the port city where most of the bananas from Honduras are imported to the United States.

Our daily routine consisted of getting up; having individual devotions, breakfast, and before we entered the community, Rolando indormed us the activities of the day. We visited their barrios, where members of the community told their stories and about their lives

The curriculum included the experience of the ten days in the community.  This included the history of their community and their country; their systemic poverty, and why they were stuck with it through no fault of their own. They shared with us their faith, as we participated in their Bible studies and worship.

We learned about the corruption and violence suffered by them by their government, and the intervention of the United States in the internal affairs of their country abusing of their human and civil rights.  

In the afternoon we would return to the residence to rest and then supper.

After super we would participate in the most important activity of the day.  This was the time for feedback by the students and their reactions to the experiences. Because the group was thrust into another culture, and into situations of poverty many were disoriented. They had never seen poverty at this scale before.

The students saw children begging in the streets with dirty faces and with tattered and dirty clothes.  From their perspective of privilege, they were schoked at what they saw. 

They wanted to solve their needs on a superficial level by giving them money or collect clothes and toys to give to the children. They felt guilty realizing the gulf between the haves and have not. They wanted to meet their needs in the moment, not realizing that it was more important to address the causes of systemic poverty.

They learned that it is the community that addresses those causes. We can't do it for them. We don't have the answers. Rather, the community finds the answers for their well being.

After supper we gathered to talk about the day's experiences. The students responded to what they saw. They saw that the people lack clean water to wash clothes, to take baths, and drink clean water. There is no sanitation for bathing and and to relieve themselves.

Electricity was rarely available, so they used kerosene lamps instead.

Marginalized communities lacked good land to grow crops, forced to tive on rocky soil producing meager crops. They had to fetch water at the ppolluted river, a mile away at. Children and women spent the better part of the day going up and down the hill with any container they can find, hauling the putrid water. Childrenn missed school because it was more important for the community to have water, than for the children to have and education.  All were infested with parasites, and many infants would die from diarrhea, a very preventable disease.  Those were some of the reasons poor people are caught in an endless cycle poverty. 

Transformation into a broader worldview is the beginning of the student’s education. Students were encouraged to journal and reflect on their daily experiences.  This resource would become their textbook when they returned home.

The day before we left Honduras, we had just finished the evening meal, when Rolando told us to climb into the trucks.  We had no clue where we going.  The sun was setting as we left the city.  Soon I smelled garbage.  We stopped on the side of the highway.  Rolando told us to get out. We crossed the road and entered a garbage dump.  In the twilight, we saw the shadows of people of all ages moving through the piles of garbage that the trucks had dumped during the day.  Tractors turned over the garbage, people followed for  behind picking up food scraps or finding something they could sell to make a little bit of money for their susatenance.

Rolando stopped as we gathered around him.  He greeted a young man standing in front of his shack.  While conversing with him, we could hear clinking sounds behind a  the sheet that covered the door.

 The man’s wife come out with four cracked coffee cups filled with coffee.  She greeted us with the traditional, hospitality in Latin America. Four cups of coffee and 12 North Americans.  I said to the students, "We must accept the coffee, in spite of its dubious sanitation.  We prayed over the cups as the Spirit made them cleaned them.   

The Holy Spirit took over as we began to celebrate the Eucharist. We passed the cups around the circle, with the couple among us, our bodies transformed into the Body of Christ. The Christ was becam present. The bread and wine was transfigured into the body and blood of Christ.

“Do this in Remembrance of Me. This moment became an Epiphany- a liminal space.  The present was kairos, a significant moment in time.  The students were not the only ones who were transformed that evening.  So was I - Metanoia!


“Camagüey’s “Pig Pen”

                                                       

 

In our “barrio” (neighborhood) of La Zambrana, where we lived in Camaguey, Cuba in the 50's, there was a boy who was called “Bolechurre” (Dirt Ball). That was not his real name, because no one knew his real name. He was always dirty. He lived in a shack just beyond a large briar (marabu) patch, the size of a city block near our house.

One day, my brother David was riding his bicycle with his friend sitting behind him on the bike.  As they passed Bolechure, David’s friend shouted, “Bolechurre!!” Bolechurre pulled out his slingshot and shot a stone towards David’s friend. His “friend” saw the stone coming towards him and ducked just in time for the stone to strike David on the back of his skull. David didn’t see it coming.  

The next thing I remember is a sink full of David’s blood, with our mother washing David’s wound.  It took a couple of stitches to close it. Wow!! I never had seen so much blood coming out from such a small wound.  It may me feel queasy.

Remembering this story over 65 years later, I wonder whatever happened to Bolechurre?  

Charles Schultz, the creator of the iconic Peanuts comic strips, created “Pig Pen.”

"Pig Pen" first appeared on July 13, 1954.  Pig Pig tells Peppermint Patty, "I haven't got a name . . . People just call me things . . . Real insulting things." He says he is usually called "Pig-Pen". No real first name or surname for "Pig Pen" was ever subsequently given in later Peanuts strips.”

Unlike Bolechurre, Pig Pen had a good friend in Charlie Brown and the Peanuts gang.

"Joy Comes With the Mourning," Psalm 30

1 I will extol you, O LORD, for you have drawn me up, and did not let my foes rejoice over me. 2 O LORD my God, I cried to you for help, and you have healed me.  3 O LORD, you brought up my soul from Sheol, restored me to life from among those gone down to the Pit. 4 Sing praises to the LORD, O you his faithful ones, and give thanks to his holy name.  5 For his anger is but for a moment; his favor is for a lifetime.  Weeping may linger for the night, but joy comes with the morning. 6 As for me, I said in my prosperity, "I shall never be moved." 7 By your favor, O LORD, you had established me as a strong mountain; you hid your face; I was dismayed. 
8 To you, O LORD, I cried, and to the LORD I made supplication: 9 "What profit is there in my death, if I go down to the Pit? Will the dust praise you? Will it tell of your faithfulness? 10 Hear, O LORD, and be gracious to me! O LORD, be my helper!" 11 You have turned my mourning into dancing; you have taken off my sackcloth and clothed me with joy, 12 so that my soul may praise you and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give thanks to you forever. Psalm 30

Introduction

Last night I was watching the tribute to the life of the great opera diva, Beverly Sills.  At one point the interviewer asked her, in light of her outstanding career, “Are you a happy person?”  And wisely, she responded, “I am not a happy person, I am joyful person.”  Beverly’s private life was not a happy one, as she raised two children, a girl who due to hearing affliction was left stone deaf, and a second child, a boy, who was profoundly mentally disable.  She comments that it is ironic that with a woman spending so much time with sound, would be given a daughter that couldn’t hear her sing, and the greater blow of having a profoundly mentally disabled child.  As Beverly said, “we tried to provide for him the very best of what he could comprehend.”

 Happiness and Joy

There is a difference between happiness and joy.  And we often confuse the two. In our society we strive for happiness.  The whole industry of advertising takes advantage of our choice.  If we purchase the right teeth cleaner, our lives will be filled with happiness.  If men will dye their hair, women will jump into their arms, and only then will they be happy.  

Scripture teaches us that happiness is superficial, and transitory. It is emotional, rather than foundational.  Joy comes from deep within.  In our youth, we don’t understand joy until later, when life has dealt us experiences that either break us or makes us stronger. 

The revelation of Scripture reminds us time again that the purpose of life on this globe is to live our lives in such a way that we are preparing for heaven.  Preparing for heaven simply involves our sharing heaven with all persons that we reach.  And that preparation requires joy.  One cannot attain joy as a goal.  We can’t pursue it.  It is a quality of life, not simply an emotion or a feeling.  Joy sneaks up on you when we least expect it.  Joy doesn’t come with the fulfillment of pleasure nor selfish desires, nor material wealth.  Joy often comes through the suffering that life has dealt us.  

Joy is experienced with hope.  Joy is impossible without hope.  And if we are denied everything, most of us can survive as long as we have hope.  And our hope is found not in the transitory life on earth, yet in the eternity of heaven.

Joyful people know this, and while living on earth, they begin to live as in heaven.  Service with others and the spreading of God’s love in Christ Jesus is the aim of the Christian disciple and the servant, as Stacy Selph was and lived.  

This is why Stacy was a joyful person.  Ever since I knew Stacy, I always saw a smile on his face.  Joy overflowed and lead the way with his ministry.  Like a beacon, Stacy’s joy brought light and hope to all whom he ministered in his 50 years of pastoral service.

Stacy was born and reared in Lakeland.  He grew up at the old Myrtle Street Methodist Church, which would move to its present location as Wesley Memorial United Methodist Church.  He and Anne met at the Myrtle Street Church. He served his country in the Army Air Corps as a radar maintenance technician.  Stacy and Anne were married on a weekend pass back at Myrtle Street—a marriage that lived for 62 years.  Stacy responded to the call to ministry and began as a student pastor in 1953.  He graduated from Florida Southern College in 1956, and from Duke Divinity School in 1959.  

Anne and Stacy served as a pastoral team in ten Florida Conference churches, including their last active appointment at Melrose Park.  Even in retirement from 1991 on, back home at Wesley Memorial, Stacy served actively and lovingly with that congregation, preacher, visitor, teaching Sunday School, a member of the choir. He worked hard and joyfully until he physically could do no more.  Stacy loved music, especially singing in male gospel quartets. He sang in all the choirs in the churches where he served. 

4 Sing praises to the LORD, O you his faithful ones, and give thanks to his holy name.  5 For his anger is but for a moment; his favor is for a lifetime. Weeping may linger for the night, but joy comes with the morning.

Sunday, I went to Stacy’s room in the hospital and visited with Anne and daughter Tracy.  Shelley was rushing north from Ft. Lauderdale.  Stacy had experienced a long battle with survival and he was tired.  His family was tired.  It was time for release.  The family agonized with an option that is only present with modern medical technology. However, God had a better way and allowed Stacy to slip away before the decision was made.  

23 Rejoice in that day and leap for joy, for surely your reward is great in heaven; for that is what their ancestors did to the prophets. Luke 6:23 (NRSV)

 Conclusion 

By S Hall Young

Let me die, working; Still tackling plans unfinished, Tasks undone!

Clean to its end, swift may my race be run.

No laggard steps, no faltering, no shirking; Let me die working!

 Let me die Thinking, Let me fare forth still with an open mind,

Fresh secrets to unfold, new truths to find,

My soul undimmed, alert, no question blinking; Let me die thinking;

Let me die, laughing.  No sighing o’er past sins; they are forgiven.

Spilled on this earth are all the joys of heaven; The wine of life, the cup of mirth quaffing.  Let me die, laughing.”

 Prayer Hymn by Charles Wesley

 Servant of God, Well done! 

"O happy, happy soul! In ecstasies of praise, Long as eternal ages roll, Thou seest thy Savior’s face.  Redeemed from earth and pain.  Ah! When shall we ascend, All in Jesus’ presence reign, Through ages without end."

It Began as a Mild Discomfort


On July 13, 2023, I went to my weekly coaching session. I was aware of a discomfort over my heart, but I thought it was pressure to release a belch, which never came. I went on to do my 20 lapses at the pool.

 The discomfort persisted through Thursday. There were no other symptoms, no weakness, nor shortness of breath.  

By Friday morning, July 15th, the discomfort became a dull pain. After breakfast, I told Trudy what I was experiencing. She urged me to go to urgent care. So, I drove myself to Lakeland Regional Health, urgent care at Pablo street.  

They took my blood pressure, which was 159 over 98 - off the charts. When they took my EKG, the beats were irregular with signs of arrhythmia. I was told to go to the ER.

Instead, I drove myself to Watson Clinic Urgent Care. 

It's incredible that no one thought to call an ambulance and ake me directly to the hospital ER. 

At Watson, I was put on an examining chair and plugged into an EKG machine and checked my blood pressure. Same numbers as before.

The doctor gave me a troponin test. The troponin test is the most reliable test that measures the amount of enzymes released when the heart is damaged. The results came back indicating that the enzymes were elevated at 6900, indicating acute damage to the heart muscle. 

As the doctor approached me, her face was ashen and she said, “You should be dead.” Normally cardiac enzymes are between 60 and 70. She said, “You had a heart attack two days ago!”

I shed tears, overwhelmed with a bundle of emotions – shock, fear, and gratitude that I was “still here.” She put her hand on my shoulder. “You will be OK,” she said, as she gave orders for the paramedics to take me directly to cardiology surgical ward five minutes away, at Lakeland Regional Health. 

I was plugged into another EKG machine, as the paramedics strapped me to an ambulance gurney.  I was wheeled out and moved backwards into the cavernous ambulance, filled with telemetry equipment.  I told the paramedics, about my brother David’s pioneering work, while at the University of Miami Medical School 50 years ago. He sent EKG signals by wireless from a patient having had a heart attack in the field to the hospital, so that the ER doctors could guide the paramedics to do what was necessary to save a life. I told them, “This is why you are able to do what you are doing today.” They barely responded with a “that’s cool.”

As we began our five minute ride to Lakeland Regional, I joked “are you turning on the siren?” I No response. I was pumped up with adrenaline.

At the ER, two IVs were inserted into each elbow. Then I was moved to the cardiology ward. I was given a sedative and the rest was a blur. Dr. Mark Mines, head of Watson’s cardiology unit performed the catheterization, installing one stint in one of the frontal arteries. He will be my cardiologist from now on. Immedietly my BP dropped down to lower normal range, and it is still that way to this day. 

From my initial visit at urgent care at 9:00 AM, the catheterization was performed at 2:30. I was impressed at the speed how I arrived at the Watson Urgent Care and when the stint was installed, ending in a hospital room.  

Next stop was two and half days in the hospital for observation, including blood work, and an echocardiogram. My first overnight stay at a hospital. And the food wasn’t bad. 

 Dr. Michael Achinger, my nephrologist visited me twice to make sure the ink used in the catheterization didn’t compromise the kidneys. He was helpful in answering my questions on my heart condition. He is very solicitous. Prior to release on Sunday the 17th, my diagnosis and prognosis were explained. The lower left ventricle was moderately damaged with a borderline ejection fraction of 45%, with normal at 50-75%, which means how strong is the flow of blood between the ventricles. The prognosis was excellent with the heart muscle recovering in due time. 

Overall, the service and care, the attention of all the staff was excellent. I lost count how many people took care of me from the urgent care until release from the hospital. Over 30?

Now, three weeks later, I am pretty much back to physical strength from before the heart attack.  Emotionally and spiritually, I am undergoing a transition, perhaps laced with diminishing shock. I am aware that my timeline is now divided between before Heart Attack A and after Heart Aatack.  I will always be a heart patient.  This is very sobering and has caused me to pause and wonder what’s next in my life.  

Mindfulness insight meditation is playing a large role in how well I am responding. The practice kicked in as I was having the event, and through all the activities of July 15th and beyond. I never despaired, nor felt qualms of maybe, “this was it,” except, that I didn’t want Trudy and Jana, and my family to suffer my loss.  I stayed in the moment and accepted all that happened to me with new experiences and curiosities.

I am back to most of my activities and physical practices, yet I feel a sense of wondering.  I have felt this before. I am in transition, with a sense, that something new, optimistic, and different is coming my way. But I don’t know what it is yet.

I remember studies that show the great number of brain cells found in the heart muscle, which seems to confirm that “the heart is the seat of the emotions.”  What studies have shown nuanced changes in personality and emotions the patient after a heart attack? This is what I am feeling, and so I wonder where these feelings are coming from.

The Apostle Paul in the latter half of his first letter to the Corinthians chapter 15, says that humans are created with two bodies- a spiritual body and a physical body. The physical body “drops off” at transition, while the spiritual body continues. The heart attack could have ended my physical body, yet I would have continued living. 

“For to me, living is Christ and dying is gain.” Philippians 1:21

Stay tuned.