Sunday, 4 November 2012

Dia de Los muertos o Halloween

“La Calavera tiene hambre
no hay un huesito por ahí
no se lo coman todo
déjenos las mitad.

La calavera quiere cenar
Cinco de dulce,
Cinco de sal.
This is a song some if the children sing when going door to door. It says "my pumpkin is hungry do you not have something to feed him? He will eat something sweet or a little of salt"
The children can sometimes go around for a few days. We were told the first day it is for candy and later on they go out agin and ask for spare change or money.

Here is some more facts I found out I will paste them below :)
Halloween From Around the World
Halloween in Mexico

In Mexico they have picnic lunches on the graves of their relatives. As this is a day of remembrance, happiness and celebration.
They bake bread and make candy in the shape of skull and crossbones, a casket, or a skeleton.

The children run through the streets with lanterns and ask for coins.

People light bonfires, set off firecrackers, and hang lanterns on trees to guide the souls of the dead home.

In Mexico All Saints' Day is devoted to Los angelitos - that is, all the dead children. This is a prelude to November 2's Dia de los Muertos, Day of the Dead, a national holiday on which all the grown-up ghosts will be arriving in full force. The littler ghosts get a head start. To help them find their way back to the homes where they once lived, parents and still-living family members often shoot off firecrackers. In some parts of the country on this night they strew a path of flower petals from the graveyard to the front porch.

Mexico's Dia de los Muertos Day of the Dead calls for happy all day picnics beside the graves of dead relatives. At home, people assemble little altars called ofrendas, stocked with the departed loved ones favorite foods and drinks, their photos, and other memories, as well as candles and pungent marigolds, a flower long associated with death.

The Mexican custom of Erecting Day of the Dead altars has caught on north of the border, where the altars serve as the focus of ancestor rituals and memorials.

In Mexico October 27 is the Feast of the Holy Souls or Fiesta de las Santas Animas, families begin the fiesta by cleaning their relatives' graves and adorning them with pine needles and flowers. The families assemble a temporary altar near the gravesite, stocking the altars with candles and all kinds of foods such as meat, beans, chilies, salt, tortillas, fruit and sometimes alcohol. Each person in the family then takes turns in talking to the departed spirit, offering it the food and assuring it that it is loved. The ceremonies go on for several days, as every family has more than one grave to attend to.

It has been quite the experience living in the midst of all this. I find the traditions of hanging out in the grave yards interesting it is like the fear we have in North America is not there or their fear of death. I heard yesterday that the average Mexican prides themselves on laughing in the face of death. We even saw a dance performance the other night and the words to the song were exactly that. I hope that the friends and neighbours we have net will be open to our convictions on the topic of death. And we will be able to share exactly why we too are not afraid of death because of our saving faith in Christ.

Thursday, 11 October 2012

My Thoughts Regarding Living Near A Volcano and in a Earthquake Prone Country


Lately Popo (Popocatepetl), the volcano that we see through our living room window, has had some minor explosions.  In the mornings we wake to see his plume cloud before the pollution sets itself over the city.  At first this was neat, somthing we had never experienced before, but then when I started to hear people talk about the already poor air quality (apparently one day in Mexico City is equal to 3 packs of cigarettes a day) becoming worse due to the smoke from Popo my fascination began to wane. As my mind began to digest different outcomes of an eruption I was left with a somewhat helpless feeling. The "what ifs" churned in my mind. What if Popo blows and the poor people living so close lose everything? What if when he erupts it turns the sky dark and we are not near the kids? How will we get to them? Will stores be open to buy water and other provisions? Will the people panic?
What if ..........



As if mulling over Popo outcomes in my mind wasn't enough Andrew and I were awoken twice in less than two weeks  by earthquakes. They were not huge or anything but they were still something to be experienced. The first one was only 4.5 on the Richter scale and the second was 5.4.  During each quake we calmly made our way to Beth's bedroom, our youngest daughter, to wait for the rhythms that swayed our apartment to stop. Or for signs that it was growing stronger and needed to hurry the family to cuddle under the table or beside a load-bearing wall.  My immediate instinct tells me to gather everyone and descend the stairs in our building until we are outside, but I was informed not to do that.  Apperantly in the huge1985 earthquake that rocked Mexico city many casualties could have been avioded if people would have remained in their apartments.  Apparently others that lived around us were not even aware of the earthquakes.  I guess living on the 8th floor insures you feel every earthquake no matter how minor.  After each earthquake I crawled back in bed (as each hit on Saturday mornings, my only morning to sleep past 6 am!) and then prayed and thanked God that it wasn't as bad as  it could of been and that my family was all safe and sound. Then my mind began to run with the unhelpful "what ifs". What if next time it hits and it's harder? What if next time the kids are not with Andrew and I? What if.....

It was then that I heard a small quiet voice in my head that said "Don't worry about tomorrow". And then Matthew 6:30-34:

And if God cares so wonderfully for wildflowers that are here today and thrown into the fire tomorrow, he will certainly care for you. Why do you have so little faith?

“So don’t worry about these things, saying, ‘What will we eat? What will we drink? What will we wear?’ These things dominate the thoughts of unbelievers, but your heavenly Father already knows all your needs. Seek the Kingdom of God above all else, and live righteously, and he will give you everything you need.

“So don’t worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will bring its own worries. Today’s trouble is enough for today.

I couldn't argue with the truths found in these verses and it brought calmness to my mind. I remember that I haven't been left here on my own to fend for myself. God my heavenly Father is here watching over me, and yes life hasn't been perfect and no it won't be perfect but I can trust the God of the universe to watch over me and my family. I only need to live one day at a time and not get caught up in the maybes of tomorrow. They are often just distrations put there to keep us from enjoying and fully living in the moments of today.


Here is a song I enjoy listening to called "Volcano Land" by Caedmon's Call on the Share the Well album (2004). (Inspired by a trip to different places  in the world and meeting 4 brothers who played music together. They wrote the CD to bring awareness of the social injustice around the globe where some people depending on status are denied water and any possibility of education and employment to rise above thier given birth status.)

Hola, me llamo Efraim
I was born among the agave
All I need is this transistor radio
And I am in a band, it's a family band
With the brothers in the years above me
And now we have a song that we'd like to play you
He sang, "Volcano,
Livin' in the shade of the volcano
The volcano
Livin' in the shade of the volcano."
I was ridin' on the bus to the amber hills
I was feelin' like a hundred pesos
And somethin' in my soul was certainly hear to stay
Ain't nothin' on the hill goes on without
The ever-lovin' mother's say-so
Now everything is all right
Everything is OK
She said, "A volcano,
Livin' in the shade of the volcano
The volcano
El Seor es siempre bueno."
Home for me is beneath the palm trees
Where they grow to be about sixty feet tall
They leave you with the feeling
That never leaves you alone
Never leaves you alone


Ok here is a link to a video for the song. I will warn you its lame but I'm pasting it along for the words . http://youtu.be/htXmtx1vm60

Wednesday, 26 September 2012

Meet our Mazda 5!


Our Spanish School and Beth's Sunday School Class in Español !

 This is a picture of Andrew in front of our new language school. Our teacher is a lovely lady named Susana. She lives on top of the school with her husband. It is about a 20-30 minute drive to the historic central part of Mexico City called Coyoacan.  Andrew and I love this traditional town. I will post some photos from Coyoacan another day.
 Below is a picture of Bethany and her new girl friend Sara. We are so thankful Bethany has a friend at church.
 This is a picture of the Sunday school class I was asked to evaluate, What a fun morning we had.
 OK so the room is tiny but the teachers were so creative they still managed to find a way to teach a craft and do little activities.  I think most of us of Children's workers in North America would be humbled to see what other countries use for classrooms. And they still make it work. The room is actually a make-up / powder room used during the week at a theatre.


Wednesday, 12 September 2012

Independence Day in Mexico

Hey i hope you do not mind but i was wanting to write and describe what the Mexican Independence Day looks like and then I found this article so I thought why invent the wheel. I will however add our own photos soon.

El Grito (or the “cry for Independence”) is a tradition that commemorates the original grito given by pastor Miguel Hidalgo y Costilla in the town of Dolores, Guanajuato back in 1810 to gather all to join the rebellion against the Spanish colonizers. This moment marks the official beginning of the 11-year war for independence that ensued and from which Mexico came out victorious.

This original Grito is now a tradition that kicks off a two-day long country-wide celebration known as Fiestas Patrias. Mexicans gather around local plazas, TV sets, cantinas, etc to watch the President and his family live from the balcony of the National Palace in the Zocalo of Mexico City. At 11pm on September 15th, the President rings the same bell of the parish of Dolores that was used by Hidalgo–and later moved to the National Palace–and proceeds to give the Grito de Dolores. The Grito includes shouting out loud the names of the heroes of the Mexican War of Independence and ending with three uplifting ¡Viva Mexico! chants which are repeated with the most patriotic fervor by all around the country. Then, the bell rings one more time and we see the Mexican flag waving in a see of red, green and white while the air is filled with the voices of Mexicans singing their National Anthem.

The symbolism gives you chills, the fervor is contagious and the celebration ignites.

The following day, September 16, is full of more patriotic symbolism and ceremonies such as military parades, festivals and remembrances all over the country.

Last year Mexico celebrated the bicentennial anniversary of its Independence and they went all out with it. This slideshow by Life Magazine illustrates just how rich and colorful the symbolism is during these Fiestas Patrias.

Wednesday, 15 August 2012

Transitions Year Two

You know this week has really been hard on me. I realise that change affects all of us. I also realise the need to put on a happy face and help the kids move along in their transition is so important and to find a time when it is appropriate for me to work through my own emotions and feelings.
It started this week for me with after watching a You tube commercial of a Mazda 5. We were looking for a van to purchase but since there is no physical way it will fit into our apartment parking stall we have to change directions. Anyways in the commercial I saw yards, and trees and little homes and street lamps and all the sudden I was hit with a longing to be in Canada. Up until now I can honestly say I haven't really had homesickness and today makes our one year anniversary of leaving. My emotions stumbled from missing the neighbourhoods to the people we know. I think I am moving through my "funk". It does help that we love our place and are excited to start language once again and ministry work. But I also want to recognise the importance of grieving. This is not a extended trip, we are not returning in the next year to live back in Canada, so then in that sense it must be O.K. to feel that loss. Why not I am Canadian and Canada is one awesome place to live. So to miss it only means I appreciate it. Right?

As I have been struggling a bit lately I have been so thankful for good girl friends that have emailed and skyped to check up on me. I realise with me being such a people person and Andrew being so.... introverted that we will both transition differently and that is O.K. One way isn't better then the other. So thanks to my wonderful friends who let me cry over skpye and let it all out as only my woman friends can. I wonder in heaven if we will all be extroverted introverts / people persons with of course all our needs met.

This Pslam has been a great little mantra for this past week.
Psalm 9:9-11
v.9 The Lord is a refuge for the oppressed, a stronghold in times of trouble.
v. 10Those who know Your name will trust in You, for You , Lord, have never forsaken those who seek You.
v.
11 Sing praise to the Lord, enthroned in Zion; proclaim among the nations what He has done.

What great truths in these verse. I find it interesting the order of them as well. Only when we KNOW God, can we TRUST Him. Only once we have TRUSTED Him and come out of our situation can we truly PRAISE Him.

Sunday, 12 August 2012

We are here

Here is our new contact information
Calle San Borja,
908 San Borja
8 th piso, Col. Del Valle
Benito Juarez, District Federal ( or DF )
Home phone 5562-3502-94
Email claudandsamb@gmail.com
Blog martensspanglish.blogspot.com

I want to include some pictures of the view from the 8 th floor