We began to get busy packing for move to Vancouver, WA where I will be the Curate at St. Luke’s~San Lucas Episcopal Church. Different from our previous move 2 years ago, this one feels wholesome and right. While sad to move away from the close proximity of the amazing community of friends we’ve cultivated in the Seattle are, we are excited to continue the journey in a new place and season.
I am gratitude for the many people who’ve supported me in my journey toward ordination last week.
I am grateful for the many years being formed as a pastor through my work at Campamento del Caribe in Puerto Rico.
Thank you to those in my discernment groups – you who listened still and deep. Thank you for asking the hard questions.
I am grateful for Thursday dinners with friends, for chocolate, for strong coffee. Thank you to friends and colleagues in seminary Seattle University School of Theology and Ministry whom helped me balance my heady theology with spirituality of the heart. I am grateful for The Wire, Treme, Battlestar Galactica and the other TV shows I binged while avoiding homework for seminary – they gave an edge to my theology. I am thankful for Fito Páez, Cafe Tacvba, Los Fabulosos Cadillacs, Calle13 oficial, La Fania All Star, Cultura Profética, Bob Marley and Ruben Blades for being my playlist these past 7 years in my discernment and formation to Holy Orders.
I am grateful to Church of the Apostles, St. Paul’s Episcopal Church (Queen Ann) and St. Andrew’s Episcopal Church Seattle for giving me spaces to grow in my pastoral identity. Grateful to the many beautiful and broken people I met through my CPE experience last year – those who are still around and those that have moved though the veil of death into mystery. I am grateful for the support of the wonderful people of the The Episcopal Diocese of Olympia and the wisdom and pastoral presence of Bishop Greg Rickel.
Grateful for the prayers and wisdom of my parents. Grateful for my Mother’s example of a generous heart and my Father Eliacin ‘s rooted faith. I am thankful for the example of courage, love and grit from my sister Jahaira. Grateful for the love of my in-laws – for watching the kids, for putting up with me when I was stressed out writing papers on many Thanksgiving weekends, for having always good beer in their house. Grateful for my dearest friend and hermano Arnaldo for his love of 28 years, for laughter, and for always reminding where I come from. Imara
Grateful for tickle fights and silly afternoons with the kids.
And words cannot say enough I how grateful I am for the blessed love, care and patience of my partner Ricci.
“…I am aware of the need for constant self-revision and growth, leaving behind the renunciation of yesterday and yet in continuity with all my yesterdays. For to cling to the past is to lose one’s continuity with the past, since this means clinging to what is no longer there.
My ideas are always changing, always moving around one centre, and I am always seeing that centre from somewhere else.
Hence I will always be accused of inconsistency. But I will no longer be there to hear the accusation…”
Thomas Merton, A Vow of Conversation: Journals 1964-1965, p.19.