Chris Morck - Ecuador

Guamote and mission

Although most of our time is invested in the Colombian Migration Ministry, congregations in Quito, the Latin American Council of Churches, and serving as a bridge between the Diocese of Central Ecuador and the wider church, another occasional facet of our life and work in Ecuador is the incredible privilege of accompanying Bishop Luis Fernando Ruiz and others from the Diocese in pastoral visits around the country.

Such was the case at the end of August when we spent a weekend visiting indigenous communities around Ambato and Riobamba. On that Sunday we traveled to the area around Guamote, south of Riobamba and about 5 hours from Quito, where we accompanied the Bishop to eight different indigenous communities. These villages lie between 12,000 and 13,000+ feet above sea level, right in the Ecuadorian Andes. Although many in the communities speak varying levels of Spanish, the Bishop had Quichua interpretation for those who do not and in order to show respect for the community members and their mother tongue.

Even though Ecuador is a relatively small country, it is unbelievably diverse. Part of this diversity is seen in the indigenous population of the country, which has been estimated by some to be 40% of the total population and which includes a dozen distinct linguistic groups. I have been told that Quichua itself, the language spoken by most Ecuadorian Andean indigenous peoples and some groups on the Coast and in the Amazon, has 17 different variations in Ecuador alone.

On that Sunday, the communities received the Bishop with processions, music, singing, dancing (which included us all) and speeches. It was very special and humbling to be part of such a remarkable visit. From village to village throughout that day we were given traditional meals of potatoes, white cheese, fava beans, hominy corn and drinks made with barley flour. In two villages we were even served guinea pig, a delicacy for special occasions. Both our children love much of the food and even when we are in Quito they will go out of their way to eat it, but it was our youngest daughter who probably ate an entire guinea pig all by herself.

These eight communities that we visited, along with 13 others in the region, have asked to be attended to by the Episcopal Church in a process which began about a year ago. Many have church buildings but no one to minister in them and there is one indigenous Episcopal priest from the area who attends to all of them with the help of lay ministers from the communities themselves. The invitations which these 21 villages have made come largely from their desire to be accompanied, and this was a theme repeated often during the visits. Before now, a priest would visit the villages once every year or so, and as such the sacraments which mean so much to the people were celebrated infrequently and often hastily.

Time and again during the visit people spoke of how important this part of community and church life is and how they long to have regular celebrations of the sacraments. Along with this, many people expressed their desire for a more consistent and permanent presence from the church in community life in general. Not only through the sacraments, but people want the church to truly be part of their families and community life as a companion in its natural cycle of life and death, of planting and harvest, and in the midst of its joys and sorrows.

As expressed by the communities, a third reason for their desire to be a part of the Episcopal Church and the Diocese of Central Ecuador is their feeling that they have an authentic place within it. They are impressed with the emphasis on lay leadership and the full participation of the whole community of faith in the decision-making and direction of the church. They feel that they will be heard and respected, and they believe that they have a lot to offer to the larger church as we walk together. From different conversations both that day and in other encounters, it seems that many understand the Episcopal Church as a space where ministry and a lived theology may develop which better reflects the life and faith of their own community and their cultural and religious traditions, and which may be more authentic to their indigenous worldview and organization. There is something of mutuality in this as they look to receive what the church offers along with offering themselves to the church in a way that will allow her to learn and grow as well.

As seen through these conversations, these villages seem to have an awareness of who they are and what they need, and they have a sense of what they want from the church in this budding relationship. They also hold an awareness about what they can offer to the church - such as the potential for an increased sense of community, healthier relationships with the rest of the creation, and a better living-out of our interconnectedness - and they are willing to share these gifts with the wider church community. As the Diocese and these communities enter into relationship, there is gift and reception; an attentiveness to what we need as well as to what we may offer each other in order to grow into a fuller awareness of God’s reign in the world and to walk toward and within a more life-giving way of being – and of being together.

As I reflect on these relationships, it seems that they have something to say to us all as we think, pray and offer ourselves up to God’s purposes for us in the world. Mission is so much about giving and receiving, and about creating something new and fruitful together through the relationship.

As we continue to live out God’s call in concrete ways through companion and mission relationships, we can also seek awareness about our own needs. These relationships should focus not only on what we may offer, but on what we may need from the relationship. In what ways do I need to see a fuller, more life-giving picture of God and God’s reign in the world? What do I, and my community, need in order to live this out in more authentic ways? As I seek to accompany others, in what ways do I need to be accompanied as well?

A wonderful promise, and challenge, of these relationships is that through them we may walk together in ways which better fulfill God’s purposes for us all. That through the community created in these relationships, we may grow in and live out together the love and abundant life that God desires for us all.

Ecuador - Chris & Trish Morck

Chris, his wife, Trish, and their two daughters, have been living and working in Ecuador for the past three years. Chris was recently ordained in the Diocese of Central Ecuador and is acting as Missioner and Deacon to the Diocese, as well as Diocesan liaison and translator for the Latin American Council of Churches (CLAI). Trish works on a project addressing the needs of refugees entering Ecuador.

Chris has spent much of his adult life working and ministering in Central and South America. He has a unique, interesting and well-informed perspective on the work of the global church and on our call to accompany our Episcopal brothers and sisters in Ecuador and throughout the world.

View Chris' blog at: http://www.stjames-cambridge.org/morcks

Ted's Blog - First Experiences - A Letter From a First-Time Missioner

As a sociologist, I’m always interested to know how people encounter the world. The following is a letter from a first-time missioner that I feel does a good job of capturing those many feelings and anxieties that we tend to feel when we first arrive in a new place. He has given me permission to share his encounter with Quito, Ecuador with you. I hope you enjoy sharing in his experience. Ted

Dear family and friends,

Somehow it seems more marvelous to be whisked, with only a modest expenditure of time and money, to a place you formerly did not know existed, than to such cities as London or Paris, places you’ve always known about. The leg from Miami to Quito was not an Ecuadorean experience, though, because a large number of the passengers were either missionaries (lots of bible reading on that flight) or else school kids on a trip. One group consisted of French-speaking Montrealers; another of English-speaking Montrealers, who were going to the Galapagos. These had last year been to China.

The plane got in somewhat later than expected, unfortunately just behind another plane, with the result that getting through immigration took ages. Then, finally through the entry process, it was onto the baggage—but I looked over all the bags, again and again, and my two were not there. Just as I was looking around for someone to contact, an airport employee approached and told me that if I was on flight 967, my luggage would be at the carousel in the other room. In my focus on the specific, I just hadn’t seen the other carousel. As I left, I saw someone with a sign with my name—from my Spanish school—and the couple –for $8--drove me to my family, who were waiting on the sidewalk, thanks to the miracle of text-messaging.

We reached agreement on breakfast at 7:30; I was shown the bathroom and was looked at kind of reproachfully when I pointed out that it was not a private bathroom. As the landlady spoke of sharing, I felt like a kindergarten boy who had not behaved properly. She wished me a good night’s rest, the kind of expression in which one uses the subjunctive. Facts are facts, or at least we used to think so, but we do more with language than convey information, and in so many of those cases Spanish speakers use another verb form. After all, it was not certain that I would have a good night, and I did not. I realized that the layout of the room was such that I had to unpack, not just get out necessities, because suitcases would be blocking the door or otherwise in the way. In that process I saw that three drawers I thought were mine were filled with other stuff, that the closet had only flimsy wire hangers, that there was no glass in the room, no bottled water—and I realized I had gone into the bathroom and brushed my teeth with tap water. Would I be sick in the morning? This was against the background of a dog who barked at irregular intervals.

As I lay in my bed, I couldn’t help but formulate and reformulate Spanish sentences asking for various things, sentences to reproach José, the school head, who had put me up here. And, then, it came to me: Did the wireless internet connection work? I just had to find out. Yes, it did work, and I sent a message to Mary. I figure that sleep came at about 2, though then it was broken several times by getting up to go to the bathroom. Yes, I am a nervous traveler. In fact, things looked better by the light of day. With some organization I got everything stowed away nicely. I got a glass. The room really is of a decent size, but more like a European hotel room than the large rooms in American hotels. And I will learn the word for hangers and try to get better ones.

Well, I’ve survived on 4 ½ hrs. sleep before, and I did today. The plan had been that I would be picked up by Chris Morck, an American working with the Episcopal diocese here, who would take me to the Cathedral School for a flag ceremony at which all the students and teachers would be present. Chris, who has been my contact, is here with his wife and two young children and expects to be ordained here in May. He is a friendly person whom one immediately likes. He had been told to be there at 9; and although we were somewhat late, it turned out that only the head of school, the bishop, and a custodian were already there. Somewhere around 10, the ceremony started.

The school and the diocese have seen hard times. (The previous bishop had been deposed for misuse of funds, and some property that he had had in his name had only just been acquired by the diocese.) The school has children from 1st to 7th grade, about 70 in all I think, but with some higher grades having only four kids, a reflection of the earlier problems.

The ceremony was a flag-promising ceremony. The kids, in their school uniforms and led by two boy flag bearers and their girl escorts marched to a tarred over area. There was a lot of reading of proclamations of various sorts that I didn’t understand, awards handed out to many children, the singing of a hymn to Quito, and at one point the whole group promising something to the flag, then the flag bearers handing over the flags to an escort, kneeling, saying “I promise,” and kissing the flag, followed by their escorts doing the same. It was all done with the children stepping smartly in military fashion.

I’ve never taught English to children, so that makes me edgy; but there is an American woman, Maureen, who has been teaching them three days a week. She’s beautifully organized, has written down in notebooks what she’s been doing. She’d never done it either, but she seems to be enjoying it. One has each class for only 20 minutes, so perhaps I can keep them from boredom for that period. I’m hoping that Jesse will have some suggestions.

It turns out that there are two Haitian kids in the school. What happens, I gather, is that Haitians cross the border into Santo Domingo, and then from Santo Domingo they are able to go to other somewhat less poor countries in Latin America. After meeting everyone connected with the school and touring it, Maureen and I went downtown on a bus. The fare is 25 cents; but the fare collector handed me back 13 cents (a senior discount). Ecuador uses the American dollar; and although they have their own coinage, of the same denomination and size as the American, U.S. coins freely circulate.

Our purpose in going downtown was to go to the Spanish school, where Maureen is also a student. She’s going to go to Lesley College in Cambridge in the fall, and she’s down here because she would like to be a teacher in Latin America. After being enrolled in the school, Maureen and I had lunch in one of her favorite places, where we had a small three-course fixed-menu dinner for $2.25 each. Then we walked back to my house (Maureen was somewhat curious to see the house, but I think she was also determined to be absolutely certain that I was home safe). In addition, though, she simply is a laid-back person who is determined not to let life be a rush from one thing to another.

I slept for 3 hours, had dinner, and feel just fine. I did at one point in the morning have a headache that I wished I had brought along Tylenol for; but I’ve had no altitude sickness. Possibly I owe my acupuncturist thanks for that, because last Tuesday he worked on my breathing points, with the idea that I would be helped to breathe in more deeply.

I wish I could learn not to go on so long...

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Teammember - Ecuador 2008

Ecuador August 2008

The Mission Leadership Program group, comprised of Richard, Karen, Becky, Barbara, Matt and our leader, Ted, left for a very full ten days in Ecuador on August 15th. We were a diverse group in age and experience – and Spanish speaking skills! – yet after ten days, a very caring and close knit team.

Our purpose, in addition to being trained in the Diocesan’s MLP to lead future trips, was to visit with the fragile Diocese of Central Ecuador, worship at many churches, meet with the Indigenous Council and spend 5 days physically working on a church in an Indigenous community high in the Andes.

What we all learned during this time, was that while we achieved our itinerary items, the ministry that was not on the paper is God’s hand that carried us through our trip, touched us and those we met in Ecuador, and continues to support our bond through prayer and memories of our shared time.

Our trip to Central Ecuador was as diverse as the country. We had the opportunity to visit museums and Indigenous craft markets. We worshipped at the Cathedral in Quito and a tiny shrine outside Ambato. We met with Mestizo parishes and Indigenous parishes. We learned about the journey of the Diocese of Central Ecuador while meeting with the wonderful Bishop Wilfrido Ramos and his brother Bishop Tony Ramos. We learned about the Columbian Refuge mission that Trish Morck works on so tirelessly and we were given a presentation on FEINE, a group representing Indigenous people, who have no representation in their own government. We met two of the only four female Episcopal priests in the diocese and visited an Episcopal school. We ate beautifully prepared Ecuadorian fish with a lemon sauce in an Ambato restaurant and we shared grilled guinea pig in a room in the Indigenous village of La Hondonada. And we were welcomed through all this by Chris Morck, along with his whole family (wife Trish, daughters Claire and Isabel), as they have been Episcopal missioners for over two years in Ecuador.

For all the activities that helped to frame our trip, the four days of hard work with the village of La Hondonada on their church Iglesias Resurrecion will probably be what will remain our most enduring memories. The sharing of work, meals, church services and the community that formed around us was cherished. To get to know our Brothers and Sisters in Christ, to be welcomed so hospitably, was overwhelming to us all and so hard to leave. We saw the love of Christ in each of the village members as they cared for each other and us. They asked us so many questions, wanting to learn about our churches, culture, and government, yet it was in this, that we learned so much about them. For all their hardships, inequities and struggles, they are a proud and strong community, with a beautiful Episcopal church in the center of their village. It has a strong new cement floor and fresh, colorful blue and yellow paint on the walls, but we all know that it is the sounds of the people in and around the church, and hopefully their memories too, of the time we were together, supported by our shared God, that is the strong foundation for this church and its community.

Ecuador

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Going to church in Hechaleche
Image: Chris Morck

Ecuador

The Mission Leadership Program of the Diocese is taking a mission team to Ecuador in August 2008. This team will be working in a small community near Pilahuin where a new church community is forming. Missioners will participate in the community’s chapel construction project and other aspects of community life, learn about Andean indigenous realities, and have opportunities to experience the Episcopal Church in Ecuador.

A postulant for Holy Orders in The Diocese of Massachusetts, Chris Morck, is currently working in Ecuador as a missioner with his family. Chris is in a position to assist with mission trips and projects that are often related to the grassroots work he is doing. If you’re interested in working in Ecuador, you are encouraged to contact Chris directly ( morck1@gmail.com ) or visit his blog at http://www.stjames-cambridge.org/morcks

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