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Will the Border Burst our Bubbles?

I will forever remember last week's celebration of communion at Friendship Park for a very simple reason- the blowing of bubbles across the border.

I brought bubbles because I knew there would be children in attendance and I figured bubbles could float across the border without violating the new rules at Friendship Park which forbid the passing of material across the international boundary.

Border Patrol officials tell us that drugs and other contraband have been passed through the fence at Friendship Park, and I do not doubt that this is the case.  What I can attest from my hundreds of hours at this location is that instances of this kind of illegal activity were extremely rare in the days when Friendship Park was truly open to the public and were easily controlled by routine Border Patrol supervision of the park.  Still, the new rules at Friendship Park are very clear and no material  - not sandwiches or tamales, not chicle (chewing gum) or pulseras (bracelets), and certainly not bread and juice for our communion services -  is to be passed between the two nations.

At first we were disappointed when we discovered  - as perhaps you can tell from this photo of Michele -  that even small bubbles could not squeeze through the dense mesh of the new border fence at Friendship Park: 


But then ... what shall  we call it? ... not exactly a miracle, but something quite wonderful to be sure.   Michele  figured out that by sliding her bubble wand through a crack between two panels of the fence, she could blow from the Mexican side and propel bubbles into the United States.  The result?  Here is Stefany leaping to catch a Mexican bubble that Michele blew not across, but through, the border:


As far as I can tell, this improvisation does not consitute a violation of U.S. customs law ... but please note that no formal ruling has been issued on this, so perhaps we should reserve judgment.

When it came time for communion things got more serious, not because we celebrate the sacrament with somber spirits, but because the the great sacrifice of Jesus reminds us how challenging it can be to try to follow in his footsteps ... and all the more so when we try to live out our faith while living on the U.S.-Mexico border.
 
After communion Michelle, who is doing mission work in Tijuana and has graced us with her presence the last few Sundays, asked if she could share a prayer. As she prayed her words became ours and so I invite them now to become yours:

Dear God,  Thank you for bringing people together even through the border. I repent on behalf of my nation and ask for forgiveness for the things we've done, the people we have enslaved, the persecution, the wrongs we've allowed. God I pray for repentance, convcition, and transformation in the hearts of our government and the Mexican government. I pray that you would move upon their hearts so that there could be peace and restoration to the relationship between our nations. I pray for the families separated by this border that they would have strength and faith that you are sovereign and that you will make a way. So we declare in faith that you are a God of love, of justice, of peace, and relationship and we will see change. We love you. Amen.
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