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Fearless love traversed Cobb County

500 pilgrims… 8 miles… Footwashing service with 12 immigrants’ feet washed by 12 U.S. citizens…

Three of the immigrants whose feet were washed were wearing monitoring anklets due to deportation proceedings.  This sight is still difficult for me to comprehend.  To see the hands of the privileged, submitting in imitation of the call to mutual submission that Jesus modeled the day before his execution, is a beautiful image.  But to then see, immediately above the hands and feet a tracking monitor placed on a vulnerable migrant’s ankle is emotionally disturbing and spiritually jolting.

Here are photos of the full day of the pilgrimage as we journeyed from Smyrna to Marietta.

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Coming together in Cartersville

Methodists and Catholics, Americans and immigrants all walking side-by-side as sisters and brothers of the same God.

115 pilgrims… 5 miles…

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The Heart of Buford Highway

115 pilgrims… 9 miles…

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Holy Week pilgrimage addresses concerns about immigration bill

Click here to listen to Atlanta Public Radio’s coverage of the Holy Week Pilgrimage for Immigrants.  Anton Flores-Maisonet of Alterna is quoted as saying, “My prayer is that Governor Deal would as a person of faith seek solitude, and re-read this bill, and say, ‘Is there anything in this bill that reflects the values of [my] faith.”

Anton shares some words with 115 pilgrims at Plaza Fiesta on Buford Highway.

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When we marched in Gwinnett, our feet were praying

Lilburn to Norcross to Duluth…  100 pilgrims… 8 miles…

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Video de la peregrinación en el condado de gwinnett

Cortesía de Mario Guevara de Mundo Hispánico

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Caminamos en la luz de Dios/We are walking in the light of God

“Walk while you have the light, so that the darkness may not overtake you.” — Jesus

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Surprised by Joy

Alpharetta to Cumming (15 pilgrims, 9 miles)

Blazing new trails, a small group of pilgrims set out into uncharted territory for the Holy Week Pilgrimage for Immigrants – Forsyth County.  Unsure of what the day held for us we opened the day with a challenge – to be mindful of those moments when we might be surprised by joy.

Forsyth would seem to hold all the markings of a place that would be anything but welcoming to a pilgrimage like ours.  Just consider the history of the land upon which we tread today:

19th century – The Cherokee Nation once inhabited what is now one of the fastest growing counties in what we call the United States of America.  Forced to migrate via genocidal displacement; the Cherokee walked away from this land it what was a trail of tears.

1912 – African Americans comprised approximately 5% of the population of Forsyth County, but after a series of alleged rapes, the repression and bloody retaliation leveled against the entire black community resulted in a black preacher being horse-whipped, black rape suspects being extrajudicially executed, and over half of the white population of 12,000 residents witnessing a court-sanctioned lynching.  The reign of terror continued and, in the end, many black churches were burned and many African American families were driven off their land without compensation.

1987 – Nonviolent civil rights activists organize a march and are met with violence by a branch of the Ku Klux Klan.  Four marchers are injured and eight white xenophobes are arrested.

With all this in mind, we gathered at a trailer park located on the border between the towns of Alpharetta and Cumming to begin our prayerful walk.  It did not take long before we met joy in unexpected ways.  The trailer park manager who chastised us for not giving her advanced notice to, get this, recruit the residents of the trailer park to participate in the pilgrimage.  The residents of the trailer park who were expressing such pride in their manufactured home on a rented lot that, even with their work uniforms donned they were either working in their gardens, sweeping their walkways, issuing us a warm welcome, or even joining us in walking and singing in both English and Spanish, “We are marching in the light of God, caminamos en la luz de Dios.”  We were surprised by joy.

We were surprised by joy when Maria, a Cuban immigrant and owner of a very successful local Italian restaurant actually welcomed us hungry pilgrims into her well-adorned restaurant for a lovely midday respite and meal.

Joy caught up to us in the heat of the day, when a representative of a bottled water company stopped and gave each of us a free bottle of thirst-quenching water just when we needed it.  And as if that wasn’t special enough, this Anglo woman thanked us for our faithful efforts at welcoming the stranger.  Imagine that – strangers being welcomed in a place known for its policies and acts of exclusion!

Joy pulled up in an SUV and spoke with a heavy South Asian accent.  The owner of the Citgo on Georgia Highway 9 (yes, it’s a plug) wanted us to know that he and his wife, a citizen of Mexico, were honored to be receiving our small group in their community and he offered each of us free drinks from his store; another gift we humbly and gladly received.  While chatting with this man he, like the manager of the trailer park, told me that, had he known in advance, he and his wife would have sent out a call to all their friends to come and join us on our journey of faith and hope that light will overcome darkness.

And he meant it… because after I gave him my cell phone number he and his wife texted all their friends and told them what we were doing. I immediately lavished with texts and phone calls of immense gratitude.

The most moving phone conversation I had as a result of one couple’s efforts was with Mary.  She described herself as Mexican but in perfect English told me how grateful she was for our public witness and act of solidarity.  She told me that she called everyone in her family to let them know that “not all of Georgia hates us immigrants.”   She told me, that upon hearing this news of a small little pilgrimage, her mother broke down and wept.

Why did Mary’s mother weep?  Because they are not breaking the law, rather, our laws are breaking the spirits of our brothers and sisters who are simply here without legal authorization.

I want to stop Mary’s mother from weeping.  I want Mary and her mother to be surprised by joy.  Governor Deal, a member of Gainesville First Baptist Church, can submit to the Spirit within him that moans with Mary’s mother and surprise us all with joy.

Governor Deal, surprise us with joy.

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Images from Gainesville

55 pilgrims… 7 miles… 1 for-profit immigration detention center… 1 Governor’s hometown…

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Somethin’s Brewin’ in Gainesville

…Gainesville, Georgia
Somethin’s brewin’ in Gainesville, wonder what it could be?
Somethin’s doin’ in Gainesville, come on down and see.

(From The Cotton Patch Gospel)

The wonderful musical, The Cotton Patch Gospel, is a classic example of contextualized theology.  What was brewin’in Gainesville is that the theologian-in-overalls, Clarence Jordan, dared to visualize for us what life may have been like for Jesus had he been born in Gainesville, Georgia.  Filled with disarming satire, we are laughing at ourselves as we see the absurd blending of both the best and worst of this Southern culture colliding with the redemptive work of Jesus.  By the time we reach Holy Week in this musical, we find it totally plausible that Jesus would be scapegoated, tried, convicted and, you guessed it, lynched by the Powers.

Another song has been written that includes an unflattering reference to Gainesville.  A song from the mid-90s, the Indigo Girls wrote the following lyrics that ring with even more prophetic clarity today:

Let’s go roadblock tripping in the middle of the night up in Gainesville town
There’ll be blue lights flashing down the long dirt road when they ask me to step out
They say, “we’re looking for illegal immigrants can we check your car?”
I said, “it’s funny I think we were on the same boat back in 1694″

So what was brewing in Gainesville today?  55 pilgrims and seven miles later, what is the ending of this unfolding drama that we are witnessing?  Will it be a heart-wrenching tragedy or a soul-stirring story of redemption?  I do not know.

What I do know is it’s Holy Week, and with this pilgrimage we are seeking to connect the sufferings of the migrant Christ named Jesus with the sufferings of the migrant who is often named Jesús.  As I reflect on Scripture and the meaning of this season of Passion, I am finding too many parallels between the drama that unfolded in the days leading to the Crucifixion of Christ and the drama unfolding before our eyes as we crucify vulnerable immigrants in the State of Georgia.

Consider these similarities.

Palm Sunday reminds me of the recent demonstration at the Georgia State Capitol where thousands of immigrants and their allies waved banners instead of palm branches and spoke truth to power, hoping against hope and unsure if their results would bear fruit for the hearts that needed to be changed were so distorted by lust of power and the politics of fear.  And, yet, the shouts of Jubilee were lifted higher than the banners of love as a sign of an abiding love and a deep faith.

But as we waved our banners and proclaimed a loving alternative to fear, it seems that the Georgia legislature were playing the role of the Sanhedrin, already plotting their way to condemn Jesús and every other unauthorizable immigrant worker, church-goer, consumer, husband, wife, daughter, son, and child of God.

House Bill 87, the Arizona copy-cat bill of Georgia, was a done deal.  Religious and civil right leaders could not appeal to the moral or spiritual sense of legislators.  Even the Chamber of Commerce tried to split the Republican Party, by persuading to their sense of common “cents”.  But the forces of fear, subsidized by the Corrections Corporation of America (CCA) and the other “war on immigrants” profiteers worked their magic behind the scenes and the legislators kowtowed to immoral means for political ends and overwhelmingly passed the legislation that would enact mean the dawn of a Juan Crow era in the South, just as we remembered the 150th anniversary of a Civil War to end the legal subjugation of a group of people who were considered “illegal” to engage most institutions as equal members of society.

Walking to the North Georgia Detention Center

And so today we initiated our 50-mile pilgrimage by journeying through Gainesville, the hometown of Governor Nathan Deal.  This cannot be a simple coincidence that we can just dismiss.  House Bill 87 and the fate of thousands of loving yet marginalized immigrants await the response from Deal.  He has the authority to bless or curse a whole segment of our population.  Deal can veto a bill that he tried to wash his hands clean of or he can sign the bill into law.  Do you see the similarities?  A governor who tried to shirk his responsibility?  A mob asking him to crucify the vulnerable and innocent?

Will Governor Deal be Georgia’s Pontius Pilate?  Let us pray not.

We are people of the Resurrection.  Fatalism only believes in crucifixions but hope reminds us that Jesus really did pay it all and that, in the end, Love Wins.  Today love won as we shined a light of love in a place filled with darkness.  Today love won as we stood in silent vigil, immigrants and citizens, outside of the North Georgia Detention Center, a CCA operated, for-profit immigration detention center.  Today love won when we only received words of affirmation as we traveled down the Atlanta Highway (“lookin’ for a love get-a-way…).  Today love won.

Somethin’s brewin’ in Gainesville, wonder what it could be?
Somethin’s doin’ in Gainesville, come on down and see.

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