Monday, July 16, 2012

How to welcome your YAGM home...

With just a week left here in Ashton, I'm starting to say my goodbyes and packing my bags.  I am currently having a roller coaster of emotions.  Here are ten suggestions to help you welcome your YAGM home.  It was written by Andrea Roske-Metcalfe, who is the YAGM Country Coordinator for Mexico.  She also served as a YAGM in the UK.  It is interesting to read through these, and though they may be true to varying degrees based on which country people are returning home from, there is truth in all of them.  I'm so grateful that Andrea was able to put into words what so many of us have been thinking.

1. Don’t ask the question, “So how was it?” Your YAGM cannot function in one-word answers right now, especially ones intended to sum up their entire year’s experience, and being asked to do so may cause them to start laughing or crying uncontrollably. Ask more specific questions, like “Who was your closest friend?” or “What did you do in your free time?” or “What was the food like?” or “Tell me about your typical day.”

2. If you wish to spend time with your YAGM, let them take the lead on where to go and what to do. Recognize that seemingly mundane rituals, like grocery shopping or going to the movies, may be extremely difficult for someone who has just spent a year living without a wide array of material goods. One former YAGM, for example, faced with the daunting task of choosing a tube of toothpaste from the 70-odd kinds available, simply threw up in the middle of the drugstore.

3. Expect some feelings of jealousy and resentment, especially if your YAGM lived with a host family. Relationships that form during periods of uncertainty and vulnerability (the first few months in a foreign country, for example) form quickly and deeply. The fact that your YAGM talks non-stop about their friends and family from their country of service doesn’t mean that they don’t love you, too. It simply means that they’re mourning the loss (at least in part) of the deep, meaningful, important relationships that helped them to survive and to thrive during this last year. In this regard, treat them as you would anyone else mourning a loss.

4. You may be horrified by the way your YAGM dresses; both because their clothes are old and raggedy and because they insist on wearing the same outfit three days in a row. Upon encountering their closet at home, returning YAGMs tend to experience two different emotions: (1) jubilation at the fact that they can stop rotating the same 2 pairs of jeans and 4 shirts, and (2) dismay at the amount of clothing they own, and yet clearly lived without for an entire year. Some YAGMs may deal with this by giving away entire car loads of clothing and other items to people in need. Do not “save them from themselves” by offering to drive the items to the donation center, only to hide them away in your garage. Let your YAGM do what they need to do. Once they realize, after the fact, that you do indeed need more than 2 pairs of jeans and 4 shirts to function in professional American society, offer to take them shopping. Start with the Goodwill and the Salvation Army; your YAGM may never be able to handle Macys again.

5. Asking to see photos of your YAGM’s year in service is highly recommended, providing you have an entire day off from work. Multiply the number of photos you take during a week’s vacation, multiply that by 52, and you understand the predicament. If you have an entire day, fine. If not, take a cue from number 1 above, and ask to see specific things, like photos of your YAGM’s host family, or photos from holiday celebrations. Better yet, set up a number of “photo dates,” and delve into a different section each time. Given the high percentage of people whose eyes glaze over after the first page of someone else’s photos, and the frustration that can cause for someone bursting with stories to tell, this would be an incredible gift.

6. At least half the things that come out of your YAGM’s mouth for the first few months will begin with, “In Mexico/Slovakia/South Africa/etc…” This will undoubtedly begin to annoy the crap out of you after the first few weeks. Actually saying so, however, will prove far less effective than listening and asking interested questions. Besides, you can bet that someone else will let slip exactly what you’re thinking, letting you off the hook.

7. That said, speak up when you need to! Returning YAGMs commonly assume that almost nothing has changed in your lives since they left. (This happens, in part, because you let them, figuring that their experiences are so much more exciting than yours, and therefore not sharing your own.) Be assertive enough to create the space to share what has happened in your life during the last year.

8. Recognize that living in a very simple environment with very few material belongings changes people. Don’t take it personally if your YAGM seems horrified by certain aspects of the way you live – that you shower every day, for example, or that you buy a new radio instead of duct-taping the broken one back together. Recognize that there probably are certain things you could or should change (you don’t really need to leave the water running while you brush your teeth, do you?), but also that adjusting to what may now feel incredibly extravagant will simply take awhile. Most YAGMs make permanent changes toward a simpler lifestyle. Recognize this as a good thing.

9. Perhaps you had hopes, dreams, and aspirations for your YAGM that were interrupted by their year of service. If so, you may as well throw them out the window. A large percentage of returning YAGMs make significant changes to their long-term goals and plans. Some of them have spent a year doing something they never thought they’d enjoy, only to find themselves drawn to it as a career. Others have spent a year doing exactly what they envisioned doing for the rest of their lives, only to find that they hate it. Regardless of the direction your YAGM takes when they return…rejoice! This year hasn’t changed who they are; it has simply made them better at discerning God’s call on their lives. (Note: Some YAGMs spend their year of service teaching English, some are involved in human rights advocacy, others work with the elderly or disabled, and at least one spent his year teaching British youth to shoot with bows and arrows. The results of this phenomenon, therefore, can vary widely.)

10. Go easy on yourself, and go easy on your YAGM. Understand that reverse culture shock is not an exact science, and manifests itself differently in each person. Expect good days and bad days. Don’t be afraid to ask for help (including of the pharmaceutical variety) if necessary. Pray. Laugh. Cry. This too shall pass, and in the end, you’ll both be the richer for it.

Sunday, July 1, 2012

I'll See You When I See You...

I wrote this article for the church magazine at St. Thomas/St. Lukes that came out this month...


When I was asked to write an article back in November about my time so far here in Ashton, I talked about photography, and the limitations of a picture.  About how a picture couldn’t capture how welcoming this community has been, the energy and excitement of the St. Thomas and St. Luke’s congregation, or the strength of the amazing Christians that I’ve been lucky enough to meet this year.  A photograph cannot capture any of those things, just in the same way that words cannot show my gratitude for this year.

This isn’t an easy article to write.  I didn’t know how to start it, how to fill it, or how to finish it.  I was struggling.  When finally, someone asked, “In one sentence, what do you want to say?”  All I could really think of was “Thank you.”  I know that is simple, just two words, but there will never be enough words for me to truly express how grateful I am for everything this year.

Thank you for your welcoming and encouraging spirit.  I know not everything I’ve tried to do this year has worked, there have been equally as many failures, probably more, to accompany the successes, but through it all there was encouragement from those around me, who truly wanted to see the youth ministry at St. Thomas grow.  And just as encouraging as people were, they were welcoming of new ideas.  They may not have worked, but you were willing to try.

Thank you for your hospitality.  The number of homes I’ve been invited into to share a meal has been amazing.  I think sitting down and breaking bread with someone is one of the most amazing ways to get to know them.  You’re able to share stories and grow a friendship.  If we look in scripture we can see that over and over Jesus did his teaching while sharing meals.  Friendships are built on the intimacy of sharing a meal and inviting someone into your home.  

Thank you also for your amazing witness.  I spoke in my first article about your strength and how you have made a commitment, and stand by it.  I have been forced to evaluate my beliefs this year.  I’ve had separate my true beliefs from what is because of my cultural upbringing.  This has been a very powerful reflection for me.  It has made me stronger in my faith, and I have you to thank.

When I return home, people will ask me over and over about my year, what I was able to see, where I was able to travel to.  They will want to see my pictures and hear about Paris, Ireland, and Premier League games.  They might see those pictures but they are going to hear about the people, the people I shared these experiences with.  They won’t hear about Drop In, they’ll hear about the amazing leaders that were there every Friday night that were the hands and feet of God to these youth.  I won’t be telling them about the town itself, but rather the people and the amazing conversations I had with them at the pub.

Now, I’m not one for goodbyes.  If you don’t believe me you can ask my parents about our goodbyes back in August.  Let’s just say you wouldn't try to sell the movie rights to them.  I don’t like goodbyes because they seem so final.  There is a song by a popular American country artist, Jason Aldean, entitled “See You When I See You.”  Now he might be talking about a girl in the song, but the first few lines are,

“Let's don't say goodbye
I hate the way it sounds
So if you don't mind
Let's just say for now
See you when I see you
Another place some other time”

So let me first say THANK YOU St. Thomas and St. Luke’s, but I also want you to know, this isn’t goodbye - I’ll see you when I see you.

Sunday, June 24, 2012

What's next...


Exactly one month from today I will be on a flight back to Greenville, SC.  Crazy?  I think so too.  To be honest I don’t like talking about it, but I thought I’d take this opportunity to tell y’all what’s next.

There were a few options that I was looking into as far as what to do once I was back in the states.  My favorite was to live off my parents and have them wait on me for my every need, but they weren’t too keen on that one.  So I decided to apply for a few things.  Now that the application and waiting process is over, I have been selected and have accepted the call to be a short-term YAGM recruiter.  There will be four recruiters throughout the country, and I have been given the position of recruiter for the east coast.  The position will start with the orientation of the 2012-2013 YAGMs in Chicago in mid August and will run through the end of November.  I will be visiting campus ministries and other organizations with young adults, talking to them about YAGM and encouraging them to apply.

I am very excited about this opportunity and I know it will be a great experience.  That being said, with only one month left, I am trying to be as present in my placement for the rest of my time here.  I will wait till I’m back state side to really start looking forward to it.

Monday, June 18, 2012

SC Synod Assembly...

I was asked to put together a 2 minute presentation for the SC Synod Assembly.  It shown at the assembly at the end of May.

I had really great ideas about how I was going to do a movie where I would have pictures overlapping while I talked, and have it all put together nicely, but seeing as I waited till the day it was due, that didn't happen.  It took me about 2 hours to finally have a good take, well, good enough.

So, if you're looking for a 2 minute response on (at this point) 9 of the most amazing months of my life...here you go.

SC Synod Assembly

Also, this past week I attended my final TFG+ conference.  Here is a picture of the entire group before we left on Thursday.


Tuesday, May 29, 2012

It's a small world...


Living in Ashton is interesting because my American accent gets a lot of attention.  Ashton isn’t the popular tourist destination for those travelling from the United States.  So when I have travelled this year, I get really excited to hear American accents.  I immediately want to know where they’re from and why they’re here.  I realize quickly, when I’m in larger cities, it’s really common to hear American accents.

This past weekend I was lucky enough to travel to Edinburgh with Helen, her sister Susan, and their ‘mum’ June.  It was an amazing day with beautiful weather, lots of kilts, and more American accents than Scottish ones.  Helen and I went to see Edinburgh castle when we first arrived and after about five minutes of our tour, I realized that the majority of the group was American.  It sort of took away from me being so excited. 

That was, until I saw a man wearing a Citadel shirt.  The Citadel is the military university in South Carolina, located in Charleston.  I walked past not sure if that’s what his shirt said, but decided to turn around, go back, and ask.  He had graduated from the Citadel and was from South Carolina.

“Oh, cool, I’m from Greenville,” I said.
“Well I’m from Spartanburg, and he’s from Fountain Inn,” a lady added.
“I’m from Greer,” said the other lady.
“Really?!  I’m from Greer!”  I responded excitedly.
“Well, why did you say Greenville then?”  She joked back.

We talked for a bit when I asked them what they were doing here.  They had been travelling all over Great Britain for the past two weeks and were towards the end of their trip.  I told them I had graduated from Clemson in May and wasn’t sure what I wanted to do, so I had applied to a program that placed me in England for a year of service.

“I’m working in a church as a youth worker in a town in between Manchester and Liverpool.”
“Oh, that’s really great!”

Not the response I was used to getting from people over here in England when I’ve told them what I’m doing, but I could write an entirely separate blog post about that.

I then turned to the lady from Greer and told her I had graduated from Riverside.

“Was there a teacher there named Mrs. Mayberry?”
“Yes!  I had her as a teacher and she is really good friends with my mom.”
“Well my mother taught her at Greer and was one of the reasons Mrs. Mayberry became a teacher.”
“I graduated from Clemson in Secondary Education Math in large part because of Mrs. Mayberry.”
“Well isn’t that just so funny!”

Could the world be any smaller?!  I was just blown away that I met people from South Carolina, let alone from my hometown.  This encounter truly made a great day even better.  The only downside was when Helen commented on how she thinks my southern accent has faded compared to the group we met, but don’t worry, I’ll get that fixed in a few months.

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

1st Sermon...


At the end of March, Sue and I met to talk about my last few months and what we hoped to get accomplished.  TFG wanted me to set some goals to do before my time was up.  One of these goals Sue and I agreed on was for me to preach at the 9:00 service.  This is the Communion Service at St. Thomas.  We set the date for the last Sunday in April.  Like most things, it seems so far off when it’s set, but it quickly snuck up on me.

The scripture for this Sunday was 1 John 3:16-24 and John 10:11-18.  I decided to do my sermon on the 1 John text.  I set my camera up before the service began so that I could have a video of it.  The first bit of the sermon was not recorded, but only about 2 minutes is missing.  It was just the introduction.

It is not perfect, but it was a great learning experience and one I will never forget.

Here is the link to the video...

Sunday, May 13, 2012

What to talk about...


The fact that I haven’t written a blog in a while has nothing to do with a lack of topics to talk about.  I’ve got loads.  The recent vote in NC that has absolutely blown up my Facebook news feed the past two weeks, going to the horse races, finishing up the season with the Wigan ladies football team, my first sermon, or having another concert by Twelve24 at St. Thomas.  And that’s just the short list.  It has more to do with time and maybe a little to do with being lazy.  But with all these things to talk about, how to choose one, now there’s the struggle.

What I’ve decided to share with you during this blog is about one of the strangest experiences I’ve had in England so far.  Last weekend I was able to travel to the east coast Sunday afternoon with Helen and Jack, a couple in the church.  Then we took our time coming back on Monday.  It was a great time!  On Monday we went to an American Civil War re-enactment.  Yes, you read that correctly, American Civil War. 

During YAGM orientation you are always reminded that things aren’t weird, they’re different.  I haven’t had a really hard time with this lesson until that day.  I caught myself a few times thinking, “man this is really strange.”    Jack is really interested in the Civil War and has done a lot of travelling in the US to see more about it.  I’ve always thought it was interesting that he took such a liking to the American Civil War, but to see these men, women, and children, so into it that they have dressed up and camped outside over the weekend was beyond me.  In addition to it being very, how should I put it again?  Oh yeah, different, it was the first time where I was able to say I was from South Carolina and they knew where that is.  There was no need for the almost habitual follow up of, “Two up from Florida.”   Not only did they know where it was, they knew more about South Carolina’s history than I did, though that isn’t hard.  One man knew enough to jokingly say, “Oh, I’m sorry about that.”

These people took this very seriously.  I had to keep reminding myself I was still in England, which wasn’t hard once I heard them talk.  It really was a great morning.  I can’t say that before I came to England I thought to myself, “I bet I’ll see a Civil War re-enactment,” but I’m glad that I can say I have.