Filipino Flag Raised in Aurora

As part of mayor Richard Irvin’s One Aurora initiative, the Filipino flag was raised in Aurora, IL, on October 18th, 2024.  It was only the third time this has happened in the entire country:  in New York, 2022, in Los Angeles, 2023, and now in Aurora.  The VIDEO below shows about half of the full 23-minutes of video I shot on that day.  You can see that full video HERE, and read Steve Lord’s article for the Aurora Beacon/Chicago Tribune HERE.

In the full video you’ll get to see all of Kayla Tejero’s rendition of America’s national anthem, all of Lou Ella Rose Cabalona’s singing of the Philippine national anthem, all of Rev. Nancy Abiera’s invocation, all of mayor Irvin’s proclamation, and more of Clayton Muhammad’s wonderful emceeing.  Though I missed entirely a funny moment when Mark Taghap, Aurora’s chief information security officer, apologized to his parents for not becoming a nurse—a theme recurring throughout the ceremoney—The VIDEO below does capture a lot.  I’d call your attention to Abbey Tiu-Kemph’s history lesson, for example.  She was the one who mentioned that this was only the third Filipino flag raising in all of America.  “It’s only now that we’re being recognized,” she said, “but we’ve been a part of American culture for a long, long time.  This is a very signifying moment.”  She, like Clayton Muhammad noted that the first Filipinos landed in America on October 18th, the exact day of this ceremony—but in 1587!  More important, she gave historical context for why so many Filipinos are nurses and recommended a new documentary, Nurse Unseen, about how many Filipino nurses took care of COVID patients—and died doing so—during the height of our pandemic.  It was an emotional lesson for us all.

The VIDEO below also shows some of the many special guests who showed up.  Tejero, who sang the American national anthem, is, fittingly, a nurse, but also an author, model, and international performer, having won Aurora’s first Aurora’s Got Talent competition in 2012.  Lou Ella Rose is lead of the SamaSama Project, the Philippines’ premiere folk, pop, rock fusion band.  Besides the mayor, the deputy mayor and several alderpersons, were there, as well as many other leaders from the Chicagoland Filipino community.  I was even recognized, which I didn’t expect, and Rick gave me a shoutout as well at the end of his short remarks on being recognized with one of several PEARL awards.  (Steve Lord’s story ends with this detail.) The Philippines is often called the Pearl of the Pacific, though this PEARL stands for Philippine Excellence, Aurora Resilience, and Leadership.  It was Rick’s second big recognition in as many days, the night before being honored as one of the alumni of the year at his alma mater, North Central College. (Watch his acceptance speech HERE.)

PEARL Award winners. See the Steve Lord article (at link above) for full names.

All in all, it was a wonderful ceremony.  We Filipinos are often in-between people.  We’re caught in between pride in our homeland and in being Filipinos in the first place, and pride in being Americans, though we often feel lost in the vast juggernaut of American history.  This flag raising helps us find ourselves, though not entirely. Part of our uneasy stance is, in fact, that we have been so close to America for so long, and that closeness often compromises our sense of what being Filipino means.  Early on, the closeness was so tight that Americans referred to us as “little brown brothers,” a phrase both racist and endearing.  I’ve written a lot about this, and you can read some of that writing at the link below.  What comes to mind now is a line the late Anthony Bourdain says in what is perhaps his greatest television show, his episode on Manila.  “Beware pampered American rock star.  At any moment in the Philippines, there’s at least one person, and probably many more, who can step in and do your job better than you can, and with only about an hour of rehearsal.”  We’re often better at doing American music than Americans themselves.  But does this mean we’re too close to see clearly what makes us, at our core, Filipinos in the first place.  Many times it does.  Abbey Kemph mentioned the American program of “benign assimilation” towards the Filipino people, a program that in many ways worked way too well.

See a partial index of all my writing on the Philippines HERE.

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Eating Flesh, Drinking Blood

Below is a Video of a sermon I preached with a much less sensational title than this article.  It begins with Shahila Christian reading one of the most stunning passages in the Bible—John 6:53-69.  Here Jesus says not once, not twice, but three times that you have no life in you unless you eat his flesh and drink his blood.  “This is a hard teaching,” say many of his followers, and from that time onward many turn away.  The passage ends with another stunning phrase: Peter’s answer to Jesus’ question, Will you also go away?  “Lord, to whom shall we go?” he says. “You have the words of eternal life.”

Early in Christianity’s rise this passage was used to accuse Christians of promoting cannibalism! More important, it set off a debate about whether Jesus was being literal or “merely” symbolic, and this later led to one of the great divides between Catholics and Protestants—the former believing Jesus was being literal, the latter leaning towards the symbolic.  I give a short history of Protestant versions of what happens during Holy Communion, versions which seek to overturn the Catholic doctrine of Transubstantiation, which holds—in its strictest version (there are several)—that during Communion the elements of bread and wine actually turn into the body and blood of Christ.  Martin Luther (1483-1546), Huldrych Zwingli (1484-1531), and John Calvin (1509-1564) all had influential ideas of what happens symbolically.  I should have mentioned that I believe, as other scholars do, that all these doctrines finally were trying to counter the gnostic idea that Jesus didn’t have a real body, but only an apparently real one.  Yes he did—that’s what all these versions of what happens during Communion are really saying.

The core of my sermon goes in a different direction.  The title of it was “The Power of Story and Symbol.”  It starts from the idea that saying something is “merely” or “only” symbolic doesn’t make something less real.  Symbols and stories are often more real, and usually more powerful, than the facts of any case.  We usually don’t see facts directly.  We see them through symbols and stories. And we spend lots of time trying to adjust the relationships we see between stories, symbols, and facts.  We ask, especially, am I reacting with proper intensity, vitality, or motive to this story or this symbol and the facts they are relating to.

To illustrate this I use two pieces of writing I often used in my teaching of writing and literature. The first is Robert Frost’s famous poem “The Road Not Taken,” probably the most misinterpreted poem of all time.  A traveler comes to a fork in the road and wonders which road to take.  The operative line comes in the last stanza: “I shall be telling this with a sigh / Somewhere ages and ages hence.”  He tells himself he has taken the road less traveled. That’s his story, but the poet is at pains to make sure—if we’re reading the poem with any close attention at all—that, in fact, the two roads were pretty much the same.  One was not less traveled than the other.

The other piece of writing I used was the short essay “Germs” from Lewis Thomas’ book Lives of a Cell: Notes of a Biology Watcher.  Turns out that reacting to symbols properly isn’t just a problem at the human level but at the cellular level, too.  Much of the time when we get sick, it’s because our bodies simply over react to the presence of “germs” that aren’t particularly toxic.  To our immune systems, however, they symbolize something really dangerous and all sorts of defenses get turned on that destroy things that don’t need destroying. That process makes us sick.

My challenge to the congregation was to examine our reaction to the symbols of Holy Communion. Because we Protestants treat them as symbols we tend to under react to them. But we don’t have to believe in Transubstantiation to react to them with the intensity and vitality they deserve.  We need to understand how really powerful stories and symbols are. We need to let their power energize and change us because they can bring a distant, powerful event into our lives with the shock of something that happened just yesterday, or is happening right now, this minute.

 Go HERE for a complete list of sermons, like “Pentecost Means No ‘Supremacies,’” “Sacred Doing,” and “Theology and Race.”

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Buffaloes and Mountain Passes

This is only the second ever what-I-did-this-summer video I’ve made.  It’s late summer now, but the summer began with a nearly 4,000-mile road trip out West.  “In wilderness is the preservation of the world,” said Thoreau.  We saw lots of that—at least what was preserved in our National Parks, which, in his documentary series, Ken Burns called “America’s Best Idea.”  Rocky Mountain National Park, Grand Tetons National Park, Yellowstone and Badlands National Parks, with a National Memorial Park, Mount Rushmore, and a national oddity place, Wall Drug, thrown in.

The 5:30-minute Video below shows highlights of our trip, especially being engulfed by a buffalo herd in Yellowstone, and just missing a colossal landslide. That’s the “Mountain Pass” part of my title.  When we got home, we turned on the TV to catch up on the news, and just about the first thing we heard was that the Teton Pass had collapsed!  While in Wyoming’s Jackson Hole area and the Teton and Yellowstone parks just beyond, we stayed at a hotel in Driggs, Idaho, and crossed that mountain pass every day we were in the area.  On the Tuesday before we left, we took a float trip down the Snake River, and our guide was telling us how many of the workers like himself couldn’t afford to stay in Jackson Hole’s major city, Jackson, so stayed in places like Driggs and crossed the mountains every day.  We left Thursday morning.  On Friday they found a large crack in the Teton Pass roadway.  On Saturday the whole pass collapsed in a massive landslide.  That’s the way the Video below ends: with pictures AND videos of the collapse, the most amazing of which was on the Facebook page of Wyoming’s governor, Mark Gordon.

It was a near-miracle that they figured out a temporary detour right around the landslide and re-opened the pass just three weeks after the collapse.  For those three weeks, all those Jackson workers had to find alternate routes, the quickest of which added at least an hour to their commutes.  One of the NPR reporters covering the story said, “Opening the pass again was like reuniting a family. That’s how much people and businesses on the Idaho/Wyoming border mean to each other.”  So in essence the main highlight, or shock, of the trip happened after it was over, though my wife Linda is still thrilled by remembering how we were engulfed by that herd of Buffalo.  It was, for her, the “baby trip,” too.  Buffalo, horses, cows, elk—you saw all these with their newborns everywhere you looked.

 

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