Postcards from the DR

Note: This is third in a series about my trip to the Dominican Republic in late May 2011.

My plan to make monthly posts  has been done in this month by a backlog of grading. The story of my trip to the Dominican Republic will resume next month. In the meantime, here are some photos to enjoy.
                         

Left: A flamingo rests on one leg near a wading pool on the grounds of the resort in Juan Dolio where I spent a couple of days scuba diving before the Latin Experience began. 

Below: Laundry hung out to dry brightens the barrios of Santo Domingo every Saturday. Notice the power pole. I am amazed that the power grid works as well as it does and that fires are not more frequent. This is typical in cities in the DR.
    

                        
Below: The Latin Experience group poses outside San Esteban after our opening Eucharist. I am the one who forgot to take of her sunglasses! We are joined in this photo by two Dominican Deacons-in-training.

                
Below: Dominican Deacon Emilio Pringle and I after the opening Eucharist. He's fine; I'm hot, as you can tell. The heat and humidity in the DR beats even Louisiana much of the time.
                       

                  
                         

Bilingual Unity

Note: This is second in a series about my trip to the Dominican Republic in late May 2011.

In my last post, I began to tell about “Latin Experience,” an educational opportunity organized by the Association for Episcopal Deacons (AED).

The group of ten that arrived in San Pedro de Macoris on a Saturday evening included a retired bishop, three postulants at various stages in their discernment and training, and six deacons. Deacon Bob Snow, a U.S. American who has been serving as a missionary in the DR for 10 years, met us at the Bishop Kellogg Conference Center. Several Dominican deacons and postulants were also on hand to welcome us and help us get settled in our rooms. Some of them spoke some English and some of us spoke some Spanish, but even when language failed, everyone understood our shared excitement at being together.

La Iglesia Episcopal San Esteban

We had been told in advance to be sure to bring vestments because the Dominicans “love processions.” They would be disappointed if we did not all vest and join in. Thus Sunday morning we streamed across the street and gathered on the steps outside the main entrance to La Iglesia Episcopal de San Esteban (St. Stephen).

What better way to kick off our Latin Experience than with a glorious bilingual Holy Eucharist! The Dominicans worship with great joy and spirit. Accompanied by a keyboard, the congregation rocked the house with singing and clapping as we processed down the aisle to special seats at the front for los diakonos Americanos, the American deacons.

Deacon Emilio Pringle calls the people to worship. I am behind him (center frame).

I got to go all the way to the altar because I had volunteered to assist and was immediately assigned the role of Deacon of the Table. In the photo below, you seem me performing my most unusual task ever as Deacon of the Table: Holding a microphone for the celebrant.

Opening Eucharist at San Esteban, Bishop Michael presiding.

The singing, the sermon and most of the prayers were all in Spanish. The Gospel was proclaimed twice, first in Spanish then in English. The Great Thanksgiving was in English because our Dominican hosts would have it no other way than that el Obispo Michael Garrison from the U.S. celebrate the Mass.

But here’s what makes a bilingual service within the Episcopal tradition so special: At many points in the service, such as the opening salutation, the confession, the prayers of the people and throughout communion, it matters not at all whether the words are spoken in Spanish or in English, or—as was often the case—in both languages at the same time.  Everyone knows and understands. We are united in faith by our liturgy as shared in the Book of Common Prayer.

What a wonderful expression of the unity of the Body of Christ within the diversity of humankind! Gracias a Dios. Thanks be to God.
                  

A Latin Experience

                                                         
Note: This is first in a series about my trip to the Dominican Republic in late May 2011.

In late May of this year, I went to the Dominican Republic for 10 days to participate in “Latin Experience,” an educational opportunity organized by the Association for Episcopal Deacons (AED).

Port cranes framed by the balcony of Alcazar de Colon in Santo Domingo.

                      
Although Latin Experience was designed by deacons for deacons, the group of ten that gathered at the Bishop Kellogg Conference Center in San Pedro de Macoris included one bishop and three people still in training for the diaconate. We were from all over the country, California to Maine, plus one was from Canada. Nevertheless, we all had a most amazing experience in the Dominican Republic and came home changed by it. 
                                  

Orchids on the streets of Santo Domingo.

The Latin Experience consisted of three distinct parts. We spent the first several days at the Bishop Kellogg Conference Center in San Pedro de Macoris on the southern shore of the Dominican Republic. There we worshiped and ate together and learned a great deal about the people, culture and history of our church in the DR from various presenters, ranging from Bishop Julio Holguin to Dominican deacons and several U.S. missionaries to the DR.

At the conclusion of our “classroom time,” we spent several days traveling by van to visit Episcopal ministries in San Pedro and the surrounding villages and rural areas. Our eyes were opened to both the poverty of many people and their incredible spirit and spirituality. As Bishop Holguin had told us, the Dominican people see from the heart.

Our third day of travel began in the countryside and ended at Diocesan headquarters in capital city Santo Domingo. The next day, we were picked up by Dominican deacons to spend two days living with them and their families and participating in their ministries. I went to Barrio Las Minas on the east side of Santo Domingo to stay with the family of deacon-in-training Elsa Lopez and serve at her home parish, La Sagrada Familia.

Of course, I quickly turned into the official photographer of the trip. Many of my photos are already posted on the AED Website, but stay tuned. I’ll include some right here with each edition of this series.