19.12.14

My Thoughts on the Presidential Executive Order of 20 November 2014



President Obama's executive action on immigration just came out. With a bang! While it doesn’t solve the broader need for comprehensive immigration reform, his case and legal basis for his decision are indisputable. No one can argue that the political ping pong that has been comprehensive immigration reform in the  last decade has to be dealt with sooner rather than later. The president waited long enough for the proper congressional channels to do something about it. He even broke his promise to act on immigration through executive power before the midterm elections. A move that would gain him the fierce denunciation of so many who had trusted him to act. Once the dust of the midterms settled, the president did act doing the right thing.

He's been saying all along that he didn't have the power to act on immigration. That is true as far as legislative powers are concerned. Given the ineffective monstrosity that is our immigration system, the wallflowering of congress on the issue and in light of the millions of undocumented residents in this country whose only crime was to cross the border illegally or overstay their visas, it would have been a bigger crime to stonewall the problem into the new year.

The president's action falls well within the precedent of prior executive actions on immigration in the United States. It is neither illegal nor unconstitutional. Every president during the last 60 years has acted on immigration and among them Ronald Reagan shines the brightest having gone to the full extent of his powers granting amnesty to undocumented immigrants while he was president. Executive power doesn't get any more powerful than that and no one accused him of being an imperial president. Was it a political or a practical move on his part? It was both, but above all Reagan saw it as the right thing to do.

This makes the loud Republican acrimony all the more shallow. If there ever was a political issue that could have been easily decided through the legislative process and in a bipartisan fashion, it was immigration reform. At least the US Senate agrees having passed a compromising but effective bill, but the entrenched partisanship and ideological shortsightedness of the US House of Representatives proved too much to give comprehensive immigration reform its day in the sun. Not even the two biggest Republican forces in the first decade of our millenium - George W. Bush and John McCain - were able to bite into it despite their desire and efforts to bring about a reform and acknowledging the problems with our current immigration system.

The Obama presidency has made something starkly clear, our political establishment of the Right kind has an anti-immigration problem. That problem our friends on the Right would have us believe is a political problem at its core. No one will doubt the political or better yet the partisan nature of the issue. But the issue of immigration and immigration law is at its deepest root one of ethics. Is what the president has done by exerting his executive power on our broken immigration reality morally defensible? Beyond the law, is it morally right or wrong? No question that the whole issue is tainted by politics, but has the president been motivated by something more substantial than the law as it is currently written? Is there an appeal to a higher authority than legality itself regarding the destiny of individuals and families affected by the immigration status quo? I believe that in both of his executive actions the president has made that appeal clear.

Remember his executive action for Deferred Action for Childhood Arrivals (DACA) two years ago when he said "It's the right thing to do"? It is a moral appeal that has received little attention in the media perhaps due to the perceived "amoral" political nature of the conversation, but it has been there. And then in his most recent action on the issue, he quoted Holy Scriptures! Many may see this cynically as in "Oh, how convenient!" Granted, every politician worth his salt must be skilled in the art of political expediency, but is that what the president did here? I don't think so.

With this line of reasoning I'm not proposing that we hold the president as a true believer in a religious sense since religious practice tends to be highly moral. He may or may not be depending on whom you ask and quoting Scripture in a political speech does not one a believer make. So such judgements will have to be left in the hands of a better judge.

What indeed comes through in both his executive actions on immigration is that they more than appear to be based on higher moral grounds than other political actions our electoral politics afford. This particularly comes into play when one faces the prospect of any elected official acting unilaterally, on the sole basis of his authority. Here the best example is obvious, the Officer in Chief of the USA exerts his power as such. Our political system allows for such use of power, albeit delegated, and when power is exerted on the basis of one's sole authority the ethics of the action and its repercussions are heightened. Did the president do the right thing on purely moral grounds with his executive orders on immigration or not? One would be hard pressed to say that he didn't. He's on the way out so politically speaking he doesn't need to score any more points.

To this extent I contend that it is the opposition, the anti-immigration political establishment who has no moral grounds to stand on regarding their views. The more they fight this executive action the more hollow both they and their arguments appear. What is their cohesive anti-immigration moral argument? They don't have one. The more noise they make the more ridicule they'll receive. In fact, they still have a window to up the president and show the rest of us that politics still have a respectable future in our country. Pass a bill. Unlikely, because according to them the American people have been victimized by an imperial president.

Imperial histories show us that the seat of power and the source of authority lay with the emperor. "Hail, Ceasar! Son of the Gods!" But the truth is that no emperor nor his or her empire is eternal. In spite of appearances, even in empires all authority is delegated. When a theological eye is put upon such seats of power, it is undeniably clear that they respond to a higher seat of authority. No human is or has ever been the root of power. We are all opportunistic when it comes to it. We seize it by any means necessary. Even the vote is an expression of that seizure. No human being is the ultimate authority. The affairs of men and their politics are ultimately shaped by a higher arbiter in whom reside the true seat and absolute source of all authority and might.

If this is true, then I cannot escape the question of  Do President Obama's actions on immigration fall under the purview of a grander scheme of politics in which he is only a player, even an important player in comparison to the rest of us? In short, was he an instrument of God in "his" use of power and authority to benefit almost five million undocumented residents of this country?
The imperial histories portrayed in the Bible - Nebuchadnezzar, Cyrus, Caesar - will say that this is not a far cry in its application to what we have just witnessed in the president's' executive order. God avails himself of the most powerful precisely to show them and us all who is ultimately the most powerful. His purposes, while political insofar as they pertain to his kingdom, are far more reaching than comprehensive immigration reform. It so happens that the issue could not have been more appropriate, because as the president said in his speech, "We were all strangers once."

The longing of the human heart is to not be estranged from one another. It is to be "legit", validated and approved. The longing of the human heart is to be embraced not rejected. No one wants to be an outsider, an alien. We all want to belong.

We still need comprehensive immigration reform in our country, but the president has given us all a clear example of how power can be used swiftly and morally, in spite of smoke charges to the contrary, to change not only a derogatory description - illegal alien - but the livelihood of almost five million people in our country. No human being is illegal, and while many today assert that this president is the most ungodly president that has come around in a while, behind his executive action on immigration of November 2014 I hear a prayer answered and I see God's merciful hand at work.

15.10.14

Algunas notas sobre el matrimonio y la familia

Estas entradas pertenecen a una visita de Don Renzo Bonetti, sacerdote católico romano de Provolone, Italia, que nos visitó en Truro hace unos dos años atrás (2012). Las mismas se dieron en el contexto de la Conferencia sobre la Teología del Cuerpo en la cual también participó Christopher West.

  • Hay una cosa a la que Dios no ha renunciado: la familia.
  • Dentro del amor esta la experiencia de Dios.
  • No hay nada como un hombre y una mujer juntos.
  • Cuando el amor es real no se puede medir. ¿Por qué? Porque el amor es infinito. 
  • (Dios ha dado) la luz del matrimonio para enseñarnos lo que es el amor. 
  • CEF = Comunidad para la Evangelización de la Familia 
  • Dios vio que hizo/ha hecho una cosa muy bella - el matrimonio/la familia. 
  • El gran regalo es la redención. (The great gift is redemption.)

2.9.14

Llenemos nuestro tanque

marriage-2.1.pngHace unos días una compañera de trabajo comentó en su facebook que se había quedado sin gasolina en la carretera con su hijita de cuatro meses. En su mensaje pedía oraciones por su protección mientras llegaba su esposo a socorrerlas con gasolina para el auto.

Esta noticia no es nada inusual. A pesar de los avances tecnológicos en los autos de hoy día para evitarlo, la gente por distracción o descuido se queda sin gasolina continuamente. A mí me ha pasado más veces de las que quisiera admitir.

Gracias a Dios quedarse sin gasolina es un problema muy fácil de resolver, particularmente en estos días de comunicación instantánea. Todo lo que mi compañera de trabajo tuvo que hacer fue llamar a su esposo y problema resuelto. Si su esposo no hubiese estado a su alcance por alguna razón u otra, ella cuenta con bastantes personas entre sus contactos que la habrían ayudado. En una situación así hasta los desconocidos se hubiesen acercado para ayudarla.

Este simple suceso de un auto sin gasolina en la carretera se quedó grabado en mi mente y me hizo pensar en nuestras relaciones más importantes. Las cosas que más importan en nuestras vidas conciernen a nuestras relaciones interpersonales. Nuestros padres, nuestros hermanos, nuestros abuelos y tíos, nuestros amigos - todas estas son relaciones importantísimas para cada uno de nosotros. Se puede ser cada una de estas que he mencionado sin estar casado, pero ninguna de ellas es más importante que cuando se está casado porque es precisamente en el matrimonio donde todas las demás relaciones filiales e interpersonales hallan su origen. De ahí la desastrosa estadística que nos indica que de un 40 a 50 por ciento de los matrimonios en Estados Unidos termina en divorcio. La relación fundamental de nuestra sociedad está sufriendo una gran crisis hace años. ¿Qué sucede qué tantos matrimonios se están quedando sin gasolina?

Al aplicar la imagen al matrimonio no podemos escapar al hecho de que estamos tratando con un problema mucho más serio y grave del que cuando se nos queda el carro sin gasolina. Obviamente, no es lo mismo que se me quede el carro sin gasolina a que mi matrimonio se quede sin gasolina, pero la correlación es estrecha. ¿Descuido? ¿Distracción? Es muy posible. En el fondo, cuando tiramos la toalla con nuestros matrimonios - cuando se les acaba la gasolina - entran en juego cosas mucho más profundas que un simple descuido o distracción.

Así como sucede con nuestros carros, también sucede con nuestros matrimonios. La diferencia es que las implicaciones son más severas para nosotros y todos los que nos rodean cuando nuestros matrimonios se van a pique. Entonces cabe preguntarnos, ¿cómo evitamos que nuestros matrimonios se queden sin gasolina? La respuesta es sencilla: prestando atención a las señales de aviso así como solemos hacerlo con nuestros carros porque quedarse sin gasolina sea en nuestro carro o en nuestro matrimonio es un gran “mal rato” que no vale la pena pasar.

¿A qué viene todo esto? La razón es que mi esposa y yo queremos invertir una vez más en nuestro matrimonio y en el de todos los que deseen acompañarnos para una nueva jornada del Curso para Matrimonios en la Comunidad Hispana en Truro. ¡Queremos todos los tanques llenos!

Si el tanque de gasolina de tu matrimonio está lleno te invito a acompañarnos porque el Curso para Matrimonios te ayudará a continuar como vas junto a tu esposo/a. Si lo que tienes es medio tanque de gasolina en tu matrimonio, ven al Curso para Matrimonios porque te ayudará a llenarlo por completo. Si tu matrimonio está en “empty”, ven porque el Curso para Matrimonios te ayudará a llenarlo también. Si tu matrimonio se estancó porque se quedó sin gasolina, ven también y vuelve a descubrir la sensación, la seguridad y la felicidad que se siente cuando el tanque de tu matrimonio se vuelve a llenar. El Curso para Matrimonios es para ti.

27.8.14

Cuatro Estrellas: Poema para mis hijos

Cuatro estrellas
nacidas de una luna llena
casada con el sol
forman una constelación eterna
asimétrica en fulgor.

Brilla hoy más la más pequeña
para mañana apenas centellear.

Estrellas hermanas
de madre luna y padre sol
han sido forjadas en un universo
de amor.

Cuatro estrellas
le sonríen a la tierra.
Su luz le regalan.
Sin cansancio y tiempo
sobre ella velan.

cspellot. escrito originalmente el 19 de marzo de 2010

15.7.14

¡Qué bueno que se acabó!: La Copa es cruel, Pt. 3


Se acabó la Copa, ¡gracias a Dios! Disfruté a cabalidad cada juego que pude ver durante este mes mundialista. Este evento deportivo fue simplemente inmenso. El fútbol es un deporte apasionado y esa pasión es compartida por partes iguales entre los que se baten el balón en el campo de juego y los que se sientan en las gradas. Brasil montó un gran espectáculo. La Copa estuvo ''de show''. En general, los brasileños deben sentirse muy orgullosos. Sí, hay muchísimo malestar por el costo de la preparación y organización de esta Copa Mundial. Los argumentos que dicen que la exorbitante cantidad de dinero gastada en ella pudo haber sido invertida en cosas más necesarias para el país como la infraestructura, la educación, los sercivios de salud, combatir la pobreza, etc. tienen más que validez. Esperemos que esta Copa rinda dividendos tanto económicos como sociales que beneficien a un pueblo que necesita mucho más que el elixir del juego bonito.

Este mes de Copa Mundial fue como un maravilloso sueño del que sabemos que no queremos despertar. A veces nos dio momentos de pesadilla porque la Copa se distingue por ser cruel, pero sea sueño o pesadilla qué bueno que ya se acabó.  Tal vez a otros les pareció estar viendo una magnífica película o leyendo una desgarradora novela cuya trama fue desarrollándose poco a poco hasta llegar a su momento de mayor tensión, su clímax, para luego soltarlos súbita y despiadadamente en su desenlace dejándolos con el corazón a punto de estallar de la alegría - ¡Alemania! - o completamente roto - Argentina.

¡Qué bueno que se acabó la cruel Copa! Fue cruel tanto para los vencedores como para los derrotados. El juego bonito a veces no es tan bonito.

Presenciamos un juego final que se decidió en tiempo extra. En el que ambos equipos se negaron a ceder su terreno de juego, en el que los alemanes dejaron sangre en Brasil y en el que los argentinos también sufrieron las consecuencias de su arrojamiento. Porque en la Copa hay que dejarlo todo. Cuando no es así se sufre de la manera más humillante. La Copa es cruel de mil maneras. Alemania y Argentina hicieron honra a las generaciones pasadas con este partido final y nos dejaron un momento futbolístico que será recordado por muchos años.

No fue hasta que Alemania jugó contra Brasil que se vio claramente el nivel de juego que trajo el equipo alemán a esta Copa. En sus juegos anteriores, a pesar de su ejecutoria tradicionalmente impecable, no hubo una exhibición de superioridad futbolística como la que se vio en su juego semifinal. Si bien es cierto que Brasil sufrió de dos bajas importantes de cara a su juego contra Alemania, en tan sólo treinta minutos del partido el mundo vio que aquí "llegaron los alemanes". Muchos predijeron en ese preciso momento quiénes serían los campeones del Mundial.

Argentina, en cambio, luchó cuerpo a cuerpo hasta el final ganando sus juegos por la mínima cantidad o en penales. En esta copa, los argentinos mostraron su coraje y su pasión más que su fútbol. Messi, DiMaria, Higuaín, Romero y los demás nos mostraron momentos que se han plasmado en nuestra memoria. Argentina contó con un plantel profundo y serio en su meta de llegar a la final, sólo que el rumbo hacia ella no les resultó nada fácil. Suiza en octavos de final por uno. ¡Gracias, DiMaría! Bélgica en cuartos de final por uno. ¡Higuaín guerrero! Holanda en la semifinal, decidida por penales. ¡Romero! Y la final contra una Alemania que mostró una consistencia de ataque ofensivo que será recordada en los Mundiales por venir. Argentina llegaría sólo hasta el Muro de Berlín.

El juego final de la Copa consistió de un toma y dame impresionante entre alemanes y argentinos. Los alemanes mostraron un ataque concertado; su juego en equipo, preciso y consistente. Insistieron una y otra vez en su estrategia esperando exasperar a su oponente por un lado y agotarlo por el otro, pero no lo lograron. Argentina tuvo una defensa que aunque no fue perfecta si fue efectiva logrando contener el ataque alemán hasta llegar al tiempo extra. Los argentinos tuvieron sus buenas oportunidades de ataque también.

Quisimos ver más de Messi en este partido, pero el equipo no lo es Messi. La Pulga no se distinguió por anotar ese gol que ansiábamos ver y que nunca llegó. Sin embargo, vimos a un Messi que no se rindió a pesar de no haber cumplido con expectativas que eran más que nada irreales. Messi tiene corazón. Messi es Argentina. Cuando terminó el partido vimos corazones rotos dentro y fuera de la cancha, Messi inclusive.

Los alemanes no se distinguen por ser apasionados. Son metódicos, sumamente organizados y lo tienen todo fríamente calculado. Esa es su fortaleza en el fútbol (y en todo lo demás, por cierto). Estos elementos se alinearon en una magistral ejecutoria que culminó con un súper pase de Andre Schuerrle a súper Mario Gotze. Esa fue la estocada final que avivó en Alemania la esperanza de alzar la Copa campeona y hundió a Argentina en la desesperación ante al infamia de la inminente derrota. La crueldad de esos últimos siete minutos de juego se exacerbó a la enésima tanto para los alemanes que ahora tenían que proteger su ventaja contra viento y marea como para los argentinos que buscaban empatar el partido de igual modo.

Los que nos hallábamos apoyando a Argentina vimos nuestra alegría truncada casi herméticamente cuando Gotze anotó ese magnífico pero cruel gol. ¡Vaya manera de terminar no un partido sino un Mundial! ¡Un gol para su patria y un gol para la historia! Mario Gotze y todos sus correligionarios saben que pueden dormir en paz.

Para los que sufrimos la derrota de Argentina y con ella la de Latinoamérica, sabemos que este sinsabor se irá dentro de cuatro años en la Copa Mundial de Rusia 2016, cuando Argentina y Alemania se vuelvan a enfrentar. No debemos olvidar que Holanda, subcampeona de la Copa 2010, vino a Brasil con una sed de venganza impresionante en su juego contra España, campeona de la misma Copa en Sudáfrica, dejando el marcador en 1-5, a favor de los holandeses. Supimos desde muy pronto que esta Copa nos iba a dar grandes sorpresas. En nuestro hemisferio contamos con Estados Unidos, México, Colombia y Costa Rica, selecciones que se crecieron en el torneo y a quienes fue duro verlas salir de la Copa luego de mostrar tanto corazón. Espero que cualifiquen para Rusia junto con Ecuador, Honduras, Chile y Uruguay, y nos sorprendan mucho más entonces.

¡Qué bueno que ya se acabó la Copa! Este mes me dejó con el corazón, la mente y la voluntad divididos. La cantidad de horas que le quité a mi trabajo para dedicarselo a la Copa... ¡ni les cuento! Y al final terminé con el corazón partío.

Se gana y se pierde en la Copa Mundial de Fútbol. No es para menos. Se celebra y se llora. Se quiere y se odia. ¡Dios nos perdone! Es la Copa. El evento más apasionado del planeta en el que las lealtades afloran como nunca y en el que la fe futbolística se confiesa sin verguenza. ¡Dios nos perdone! Es la Copa. A veces dulce como la miel, a veces amarga como la hiel. Hoy y por los próximos cuatro años los alemanes se embriagarán de su dulzura. Para el resto, Padre, pasa de nosotros esta copa. La Copa es cruel. ¡Qué bueno que ya se acabó!

32 Momentos de la Copa

12.7.14

Chef


My wife and I saw the movie Chef a few days ago. It is a fine cinematic accomplishment by its writer/director/producer/leading actor Jon Favreau.

I wanted to take my wife on a date to the movies so I did a search on the movies shown locally. Chef was on the listing at a couple of our local cinemas. I didn't read any reviews about it beforehand. Only saw the trailer. Seeing the cast in it I decided it was worth a shot. My wife didn't have a clue, other than the title of the movie, about what we were about to watch. We were in for a amazing treat.

Chef will delight you on several counts. Visually, particularly the cooking scenes. The attention to detail in these scenes was impressive. The care with which the food was prepared was beautiful to see. There was passion in the making of an exquisite dish. You didn't have a doubt about the love put into the process of cooking. It showed. The chef wanted you to have pleasure in the act of eating his food and it transfered to the movie viewer. I wanted to be in the movie eating whatever this guy was preparing. It made me hungry! All I had to comfort myself was popcorn. Why bother...

The soundtrack is another reason Chef will delight you. Oh, the music! Latin music! R&B! Blues! But mostly mad, seriously mad, Latin beats. You will not get bored because this movie is about a chef that is serious about his delicious craft. But if you're not into food, trust me, the music will get you there! If you're not done in by the eyes, you'll be by what you'll hear. Your feet will be stumping. Your butt will be shaking to the mean beats of Latin percussion. Your fingers will snap at the soulful blues. So if you're into food and music, there you have it. Stop reading, go to fandango.com and book the showing.

Another reason you'll like Chef is because of its cast. Who's in it you ask? I'll let you know- Dustin Hoffman, Scarlet Johansson, Robert Downey, Jr., John Leguizamo, Sofia Vergara and an up and coming young actor by the name of Emjay Anthony. All of them follow and complement the lead played by Jon Favreau himself. This ensemble cast does a convincing job all throughout the movie. It affords you great moments of laughter, believe it or not, via Twitter! There's some pain involved also to balance the equation. There's more than food and music to the movie.

Don't expect Oscar-worthy acting in Chef. While this is an Oscar-worthy cast, that's not needed in this movie. All the actors play their roles for the sake of an outstanding storyline and they more than fulfil the expectations. They deliver.

Chef will draw you in from the very first scene and won't let you go till the credits start rolling. If you go see it, don't go alone. Like all good eating and good music, it's to be enjoyed in good company. I'm glad I went to see it with my wife.

10.7.14

Tulipán y Choripán

Inspirado por el juego de semifinal entre Holanda y Argentina en la Copa Mundial de Fútbol

Una flor
            Majestuosa y singular
            levantas tus múltiples colores
            besados por el sol
            esplendorosa

            Te crees arropada de larga vida
            te admiran, te entronizan
            y uno a uno tus pétalos se duermen
            pronto marchitas

Un chorizo, un pan
            Sin miedo a la inevitable muerte
            eres pasión y coraje
            eres corazón
            mueres no marchitas
            mueres y das vida
            das vida y sabor


9.7.14

Blitzkrieg: La Copa es cruel, Pt. 2


8 de julio de 5014
Fairfax, Virginia

La palabra alemana blitzkrieg significa 'guerra relámpago'. Esa fue la estrategia que los alemanes trajeron consigo al Estadio Mineirao de Belo Horizonte, Brasil, un día como hoy hace tres 3,000 años para su partido de semifinales contra Brasil. Nadie jamás imaginó que de perder en su propia casa, Brasil lo haría tan humillantemente.

Brasil, el famoso equipo del juego bonito y anfitrión de la Copa Mundial de Fútbol 2014, sería aniquilado por Alemania en la sala de su casa. El mito del juego bonito pasó a ser cosa del olvido desde entonces. Los futbolistas brasileños nunca supieron qué fue lo que pasó esa tarde fatal a pesar de la abundancia de testigos. Y es que los presentes, tan extremadamente confundidos y desorientados como su equipo ante el embate alemán, tampoco pudieron explicar qué fue lo que pasó. La nación entera habría preferido que ese partido nunca se hubiese jugado.

Tres mil años después nada ha cambiado. En cualquier favela, pueblo, ciudad o estado de Brasil le cambian a uno el tema porque a pesar de lo removido que nos hallamos hoy de aquel fúnebre día - nada menos que tres milenios - parece que fue ayer que los alemanes llegaron, incineraron a la Chica de Ipanema y siguieron su camino hacia su próxima campaña de destrucción a golazo limpio. Saudade.

Algunos, los más irracionales, dicen que fue la suspensión de Thiago Silva. Otros, los menos irracionales, atribuyen la debacle brasileña a la lesión espinal de Neymar. Los teóricos, expertos, economistas, filósofos, politólogos y analistas dicen que si Neymar y Thiago Silva hubiesen jugado en el partido de infamia el marcador habría terminado en 5-0 a favor de los alemanes. También añaden que si el técnico brasileño Luiz Felipe Scolari hubiese incluido a las leyendas del fútbol brasileño, Kaká y Ronaldinho, en la selección nacional, el partido habría terminado 2-0 con los alemanes adelantando a la final. ¿Se dan cuenta de por qué la negativa de discutir el tema en público en Brasil? Mejor bailemos samba. ¡Carnaval!


7.7.14

La Copa es cruel


La Copa Mundial de Fútbol no es sólo el evento deportivo más visto, más emocionante y electrizante del planeta cada cuatro años, es también sin duda el evento deportivo más cruel del planeta. Desde sus inicios a mediados de junio la Copa Mundial FIFA 2014 nos ha dado momentos inolvidables. Para mí uno de ellos lo fue el golazo de Robin van Persie, el holandés volante, en el tercer partido de la Copa. Tan pronto como vi ese gol pensé, “Ahí tenemos el gol definitivo de esta Copa.” A partir de ahí me dediqué a comparar goles esperando ver algo similar.

La Copa nos ha dado goles espectaculares. Tan sólo hace dos días en el partido de cuartos de final entre Brasil y Colombia, el brasileño David Luiz nos regaló lo que no podríamos describir de otro modo sino como un súper gol. Por supuesto que estos son jugadores extraordinarios jugando al más alto nivel de su disciplina, pero no puedo evitar preguntarme ¿cómo rayos pueden hacer cosas tan increíbles con tan sólo patear una pelota?

Que conste. No son los goles lo único que me ha impresionado en esta Copa. La ejecutoria de los porteros ha sido apoteósica y no exagero. Si lograron ver los partidos de México vieron a Memo Ochoa guillárselas de supermán contra Brasil y luego contra Holanda a pesar de la derrota (por un penal) ante estos últimos. Sería un crimen imperdonable no reconocer al gran portero de la selección estadounidense, Tim Howard, en su juego contra Bélgica. ¡Dieciséis tiros salvados! Un récord que no será roto en mucho, pero mucho tiempo.

Representando a Centroamérica, el gran Keylor Navas de Costa Rica, dejó a los holandeses en cero en el tiempo de regulación y el tiempo extra. Holanda cuenta con uno de los ataques ofensivos más feroces de todo este Mundial. Navas resistió el embate naranja con nada más que Pura Vida, mi gente. El portero belga, Thibaut Courtois, se enfrentó al gran Lionel Messi en un uno contra uno que nos detuvo momentáneamente la respiración y el corazón en el juego de Bélgica contra Argentina en los cuartos de final.

¿Se nos queda algo que recordar? ¡Por supuesto! ¿Cómo olvidarlo? La Copa es cruel, amigos, pero la crueldad a la que me refiero aquí no es la infligida por Suárez. Suárez tiene problemas muy serios que resolver, pero el fútbol no es uno de ellos. Ojalá encuentre un buen terapeuta que lo ayude a superar sus demonios psicológicos. El hombre es verdadera prueba de que no siempre se tiene mente sana en cuerpo sano. Como diríamos en mi patria, “Bendito.”

Sí, la Copa es cruel, muy cruel. Un equipo puede mostrarse como el mejor contendiente en todo el partido y perder por culpa de un dichoso penal. México. Un equipo puede mostrarse tan contendiente por la Copa como su contrincante en la regulación y en el tiempo extra, y perder en penales. Costa Rica. Esta es la cruel realidad de la Copa y duele mucho.

Mi esposa y yo vimos el juego de Costa Rica contra Holanda. Ambos quedamos desgarrados cuando Costa Rica perdió. De hecho, tuve que alejarme de ella ya que se convirtió momentáneamente en una llamarada de fuego cuando se acabó el partido.

El juego no se decidió en regulación ni en tiempo extra. Los ticos se jugaron el todo por el todo en el terreno de juego contra los holandeses. Ambos equipos mostraron el metal del que están hechos. Ninguno cedió su terreno. Keylor Navas, arquero tico, enfrentó un fuerte ataque holandés con temple y gracia. Ningún gol entró en la portería tica. Lo mismo con Jasper Cillessen, el arquero holandés. Este fue un juego digno de la Copa Mundial. Ambos equipos se enfrentaron en cuartos de final por sus méritos en el campo de juego. Nadie les dio un pase. Ambos mostraron desesperación por anotar y acabar el partido hasta el mismo final. Y fue ahí, justo antes de acabarse el tiempo extra, que el técnico holandés hizo una sustitución para la historia - cambió al arquero.

Tim Krul, el portero sustituto de Holanda, resultó ser el factor determinante en la victoria de Holanda sobre Costa Rica en tiempo de penales. Pareciera ser una movida sucia o injusta por parte de Van Gaal, técnico holandés, pero en realidad fue una movida estratégicamente genial.

La meta de Van Gaal fue hacer todo lo que estuviera a su alcance para que Holanda avanzara a la semifinal. Krul llegó a la Copa como el especialista contra penales de Holanda y lo demostró con creces cuando la oportunidad tocó a sus puertas. Nos resultó increíble y doloroso ver cómo detuvo inequívocamente dos goles ticos sellando así la victoria de Holanda.

¿Por qué no dejar al portero inicial en el juego? Porque el riesgo de aumentar las posibilidades de la victoria, según Van Gaal, era uno que merecía correrse. Esta es la Copa Mundial y para ganar hay que utilizar todas las armas en el arsenal.

No deja de indignarme que, a mi parecer, el terreno de juego de desniveló entre los equipos al entrar un arquero completamente fresco cuya única acción serían los penales y cuya única misión sería detenerlos. Nada de tiempo de regulación para Krul. Apenas unos segundos de acción en el tiempo extra.

Navas, por su parte, tendría todo su corazón, enfoque y empeño en detener los mismos penales, pero el arquero tico se enfrentó a estos penales luego de 122 minutos de un juego que resultó ser intenso y extenuante hasta el ñame. De algún modo hay alguna desventaja en ello, pero en realidad nada injusto. La sustitución del arquero se hizo al amparo de las reglas de la FIFA. No hay nada inmoral por mucho que lo pareciera. Simplemente, un técnico aplicó una táctica a su estrategia de juego que le ayudó a alcanzar el resultado deseado. Van Gaal cambió su algoritmo y logró lo que quería. ¿Se le puede culpar por hacer bien su trabajo? No. La Copa Mundial de Fútbol es simplemente cruel. Los demás técnicos de seguro prestarán atención.

Hay un elemento de suerte en el fútbol. Hay goles que no se anotarían de no ser por pura suerte, pero lo cierto es que en el Mundial de Fútbol no se gana por suerte. Se gana porque los que han cualificado para contender por la Copa se han preparado de la mejor manera posible, aun si están conscientes de que hay factores que no están bajo su control en el terreno de juego. Si bien no los elimina, la preparación minimiza esos factores.

En el juego de Holanda vs Costa Rica, no sólo resultó ser Tim Krul el mejor arquero, y reitero que a pesar de no haber nada injusto en la sustitución se hubiese visto mucho mejor (nuevamente a mi parecer) si Cillessen, el primer arquero holandés, permaneciera en el juego. Van Gaal resultó ser el mejor estratega. Por lo general, los mejores estrategas salen vencedores. La Copa no discrimina. Todos juegan bajo las mismas reglas y condiciones. Sin embargo, ahí mismo radica su crueldad. La derrota sufrida por un equipo que ha demostrado tener el calibre de ganar tanto o más que otros te deja un sinsabor y dolor adentro que no se te va por días. Es irónico. Junto a la belleza, la emoción y la celebración del juego bonito nos topamos con la fría crueldad de la derrota. Te provoca muchas lágrimas y para muchos el consuelo sólo llega con una nueva oportunidad dentro de cuatro años. 

La Copa siempre ha sido maravillosa, pero nunca ha dejado de ser cruel.


27.6.14

I will wait


Who writes a song about 'waiting' nowadays? Really? And a hit song at that? Waiting and its corollary virtue, patience, do not form part of the thematic canon of pop culture music. In fact, waiting as a topic and practice is anathema to any self-respecting contemporary pop music artist. Just about every song I can think of deals in some form or another with the "rare" theme of instant gratification in its infinite diversity. Roar! Everyone wants to get there fast and make it faster. 'Cause we're up all night to get some, we're up all night to get lucky. That's why it was such an uncommon surprise when I found myself listening to a song titled I will wait by Mumford & Sons. It was pretty much an act of divine grace.

I was driving home that day absorbed in unknown deep thoughts when all of a sudden I happened to snap out of my solemn absentmindedness due to the catchy tune coming out of the radio. I'm telling you, it was quite catchy, but it wasn't your typical pop music spewing out of the speakers. It was more folk than anything else and while the music caught my attention, it was really the lyrics that delivered.

I will wait, I will wait for you. I will wait, I will wait for you.

There's even more. The singer, the Mumford guy, sounded different too. That may sound trite, but what I mean is that there was a gravity to his voice as if he truly meant what he was singing. The joy of singing a catchy tune seemed secondary to him. He wanted to let it be emphatically known that he was saying something true. At least, that's how it hit me when I heard the song that first time. This was not a party song. Why was the singer singing that and why was he singing it like that? This song was different from the second I realized I was listening to it. I was drawn into it mysteriously and when that happened my ears made every effort to grasp every word in it.

I will wait, I will wait for you. I will wait, I will wait for you.

There was a heavy cadence to the chorus of the song and the feeling was deeply-rooted. The singer was not shy about this sentiment pouring himself into it. You could hear between the lines, "I'm going to do this. I want you to hear it. No matter how long,

I will wait, I will wait for you. I will wait, I will wait for you.

I've listened to 'I will wait' many times since. I can't help but think how a song can have such a gripping effect on our mind and hearts. Especially the heart. This a love train of a song after all.

Well I came home like a stone and I fell heavy into your arms...

Only a real lover knows the meaning of the word home. Only one who's left home knows its true value. This is why the opening words of this song are so rapturing. We don't know if this lover left home easily. We don't know if his heart was broken. What we do know is that he came back with the full weight of an exile longing for the most desired place in God's wide earth, the arms of the beloved. Home is where the heart is, they say. Mumford has come to grips with that reality and came home like a stone... heavy.

But love is a two edge sword. He has come home and now he has to wait for her. Maybe her heart was left broken when he left. So she was the one waiting until her beloved came back. She was the one longing for home. Nobody likes to wait, not even true lovers. But true lovers put up with the waiting because waiting is part of love. Because love is patient and love is kind it also dares to forgive.

This song not just applies to the once estranged love between two lovers. It also applies to the love a parent has for a wayward child. I can very clearly hear that father or mother say,

I will wait, I wait for you.

Ultimately, I hear God saying those words because he is the ultimate lover. He will wait, He will wait for you and you will have no recourse but to come home and fall heavy into His arms.

He will wait, He will wait for you.

29.5.14

Sterling and Silver


In late April 2014, Donald Sterling unwittingly unleashed one of most riveting moments in sports history. It has come to be known as, well, you can call it whatever you like, but what it truly is at heart is one of most recent iterations of racism in our sophisticated “first world” culture.

On April 25, in a recording made public by entertainment news outlet TMZ, Donald Sterling, owner of NBA team the Los Angeles Clippers, wore his racism as a badge of honor for all the world to hear. Some laughed, some cried, most people were outraged. His vitriolic statements, originally made on September 2013, were intended to be part of a private phone argument with his girlfriend at the time, V. Stiviano. Stiviano, whose real name is María Vanessa Pérez, was recording the conversation and is believed to have leaked it to the press, in spite of her denying so.

The recording of Sterling’s racist tirade overcame the media like wildfire. Had Sterling been just your regular Joe spewing his daily bigotry in the comfort of his ignorance just as many a Joe does, nobody would have cared. Bigots gotta hate. But Sterling is a high profile multi-billionaire lawyer and businessman with multi-billion dollar interests in the higher profile brand of the NBA. It would have been a worse crime to let his comments go unnoticed since due to their nature a considerable amount of his employees on and off the court where direct targets.

Once Sterling’s comments went public the outcry from the Clippers themselves, however subdued, did not make itself wait. They protested with finesse during a playoff series against the Golden State Warriors by throwing their warmup jerseys on the center of the court floor and wearing their Clippers t-shirts inside out. Each player in the Clippers basketball team was saying to Sterling, “You may own this franchise, but you don’t own me, bastard!”

NBA authorities got to work fast and furious under the leadership of Adam Silver, Commissioner of the National Basketball Association. What did they do? They asked the right questions making sure without a shadow of a doubt that the voice on the recording was indeed Donald Sterling’s. Once the facts were confirmed, Adam Silver swiftly banned Donald Sterling for life from any association with the team he owns, the Clippers, and any association with the NBA. The hatchet came down hard. Figuratively speaking, we could see the head rolling down. Anything less would not have sufficed.

So where does this leave us? Well let’s begin by stating the obvious: Donald Sterling is sound proof that racism is alive and well in the US of A. There is no question that race relations in the US have changed for the better in the course of the last 50 years. A review of our history will not allow us to forget that it has taken a horrific Civil War and a more than bold Civil Rights movement to fight and keep the evil tide of racism and self-servient bigotry in our society at bay. There have been ample gains in race relations thanks to the determination of leaders with the necessary moral backbone (sometimes it's just plain political expediency) to lobby, propose and enact legislation seeking a more leveled playing field for minorities and peoples of color in our country.

We need to be grateful for the sacrifices and risks many before my generation have made and taken so that we who came after could breath easier and not have to seat at the back of the bus because we simply look different. Thanks to their efforts it is a crime today to discriminate against a person based on the color of their skin. Donald Sterling, however, is our most recent and sobering alert that it is yet to be seen if what ultimately matters most in human nature is the content of our character.

And so, racism in America is not going anywhere any time soon. Hate groups of all kinds, especially white supremacist groups, are on the rise. Don't’ believe me? Fine. They may be small pockets dispersed throughout the country, but they are many more today than in decades past. Most people acknowledge that there should be no place for these attitudes and prejudices in the 21st century, but the passage of time, progressiveness, the Enlightenment, what-have-you, have seldom been good or even valid arguments to combat or even stem racism in any given age.

The root causes of racism cut deep within the human heart. They lie beyond the measure of time progression. They are ingrained attitudes, part of the human DNA. We have picked them up, subtly or not, since before childbirth and they come to define us post-partum. Like weeds, racism and bigotry are difficult to extract and even harder to eradicate. Bigotry is no respecter of time or age. It’s not the domain of just old white people wishing away the colored man. Most hate groups are full of young white folk who would prefer to go back to Jim Crow if they could help it. I ask myself how exactly would that help them, going back to a racially oppressive and segregated society. That’s how mind-boggling racism is.

Intellectually, we know discrimination is wrong, that bigotry is hatred, that racism should have no place in our society, but we fumble the praxis. We all fall short on these counts, but when someone like Donald Sterling comes around and makes outrageous statements, we are rightfully scandalized and angered. We should be cautious at our outrage even when it is justifiable. Our shock at Sterling’s comments cannot naively pretend that this kind of hatred is a dying breed and has just resurfaced in a desperate attempt to call our attention gasping to us “I’m still here!” It has always been here and it will always be.

Donald Sterling is a violent reminder that human nature is more than ugly. The irony is that human nature also gives birth to the highest expressions of kindness and beauty imaginable. What gives then? How come can this ugliness and beauty coexist in one and the very same person? We’re broken human beings.

An irony that shouldn’t be lost on us in this whole Sterlingate drama is that Sterling’s girlfriend is not white. V. Stiviano is both Latino and Black. She obviously had to put up with some amount of bigotry dished out her way, however sophisticated. Maybe the trade off was worth it in her own eyes. You know, don’t bite the hand that feeds you. But that’s a high price to pay; nothing short of selling your soul. It is precisely because we’re broken human beings that we do such things. Bigotry dehumanizes both victim and victimizer.

However, the irony that has stuck with me lies in the very names that have been pitted against each other in this affair, Sterling v. Silver. At face value, we might think these are just two different names for the same metal, but that’s wrong. It’s been proven that sterling silver is about 92.5% silver. While commercial silver is at least 99.9% pure. They may look the same, but they’re not. One of them is actually the real thing. The other one only comes close. They may give you just about the same shine when rightly polished, but we all know that Donald Sterling lacks any light of his own others could appreciate.

In less than three months since being named Commissioner of the NBA, Adam Silver was thrown into the hornet's racial nest. He came out of it shining so bright many of us just want his light to rub off on us.

3.4.14

Mr. Robinson and me

Mr. Eric Robinson just turned 90 a few weeks back. He was born in England on 8 March 1924. He's a World War II veteran having served in the British Royal Navy during the 1940s. He's seen a thing or two.

He is the father of four children, has many grandchildren and great-grandchildren. He hopes to get to see his great great-grandchildren. He is married to Victoria and they live in Northern Virginia, but he travels every year during the summer months to his beloved homeland to see his children. While his children and his children's children live across the pond they remain extremely close.

For a man his age, Mr. Robinson keeps extremely well. He enjoys the blessings of health in spirit, mind and body. He'd tell you his memory is not the same. I remember telling him over a cup of coffee little over a year ago that I'd wish to have half his memory if I get to live to 89. He said that I didn't understand the problem of memory loss. I'm young, he said. When you get to live to old age you realize how the years rob you (ever so slightly in my estimation of his case) of the mental prowess you once prided yourself to have. You'll see, he said. I don’t want to believe him, but I know it’s true.

Mr. Robinson was a college professor of history for many years retiring from UMass in Boston in the 1980s. He's a distinguished scholar having written quite a few books and published a zillion academic articles and papers. He's the prime authority on John Clare, an 19th century British poet.

When I used to work at a church in Falls Church, VA, I sometimes went to the local library on my days off. We'd run into each other every now and then. He'd be doing research! I’d be researching Piña Coladas and Mai Tais in all their variations if I’m fortunate enough to reach my 80s.

Mr. Robinson and I recently met again for our usual coffee and catch up convo. When I called him he didn't recognize me over the phone at first. After he did, we set up an appt. to meet, but he asked me to let his wife know about our meeting appointment because he'd forget, he said. Victoria would drop him at Panera on Broad St at the accorded time. I told her I'd bring him home.

Usually, I'm the one treating him to coffee and pastries or bagels when we meet, but this time he didn't let me pay. I realized at his matter of fact mention of "I'll pay for it" that it was going to be futile to dissuade him from paying so I enjoyed the treat gladly. We had a great time catching up and remembering the "old" times.
Mr. Robinson and I met when I became the pastor of a Hispanic congregation in Northern Virginia. This congregation belonged to a larger English speaking Anglican church in the area. Being a faithful Anglican, Mr. R worshipped at this Anglican congregation until the Hispanic congregation got started. He decided he'd teach English to the Hispanic parishioners who spoke little to none. So despite the fact that he himself didn't speak any Spanish he became a regular attendee at our Spanish services in order to get to know us.

Think about it for a second. Would you be willing to become part of a community that worships not just in a language that is not your own, but worse, a language you don't understand? Would you be willing to suffer being ignored even dismissed by people because you can't speak their own language? I saw how people who called themselves brothers and sisters would give a cold shoulder to a brother who actually enjoyed our company, who wanted to be with us and worship with us because he actually came to love us. Mr. R endured it all. Granted, it wasn't like that every Sunday or even most Sundays, but one Sunday of that kind of treatment is enough to go to greener pastures. Yet, there he was faithfully Sunday after Sunday at a congregation with whom he had little in common culturally, linguistically and even racially.

When I think of my friendship with Mr. R, I end up giving thanks to God that I know him. There's no particular reason why we should have met. There's a truth in this. Friendship is a gift from God and a true friend is the greatest of gifts. I read somewhere sometime ago a saying that goes like this, "Make new friends because they're silver. Keep your old friends because they're gold." Ain't that the truth? How often can a much younger person count a 90 yr old as a friend, a real friend? True friendship requires a strong will and resilience against the pull of the self to be enclosed within a border fence. We all erect those at some point or another, but our God in his tenderness decides to send Mr. Robinsons our way to try those fences and to tear them down.

While it lasted, Mr. R's presence among us Latinos remained a mystery to me. He actually taught little English to us. Sometimes he'd be engaged with those of us who could hold a conversation with him during the reception after our services. Other times he'd seat by himself until somebody gave him a ride home. It is embarrassing to admit that he appreciated us far more than we did him. This speaks greatly about the kind of person he is. Truly, a man of fortitude and grace.

I believe he was a gift from God to us as a Latino (Spanish-speaking) congregation, he certainly remains a gift to me. God deals in mystery. Some things can't be comprehended in their entirety because it's impossible. They must be embraced for what they are, pure gifts. And Mr. R was that gift from God to us, an angel among us.

How sad it is if one happens to realize a gift like this after the fact, after it has passed and is no more. Perhaps the failure to acknowledge a true gift is a malady of our frantic times. We always have more blessings than we can count, always, but somehow we lack the capacity to count them on a constant basis.

I take it as point of pride to honor a man who sought us Latinos when he didn't have to or need to. Such men are indeed rare. God actually puts them in our way to reveal His own love for us. And so, Mr. R happens to be a type, a pointer to a higher, more perfect reality than the heartbreaking reality wrought among us humans. This 90 year old man for whom I give thanks points me to Christ and his mad love for a mad humanity.

I'm fortunate indeed to count among my most precious memories and experiences of my life in Virginia one Mr. Eric Robinson, a messenger from God to help me appreciate all that is good in life and keep me humble. Gracias, Mr. Robinson. My life has been enriched by simply knowing you.

13.2.14

The English Girl (Gabriel Allon, #13)The English Girl by Daniel Silva
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

The English Girl is a spy thriller of geopolitical proportions and implications. There's Russia vying for energy hegemony in the Eurasian region through its oil and gas acquisitions both inside and outside its borders. There's Great Britain with its recently discovered huge oil field deposits in the North Sea. And then again, there's Russia with its eyes set on those oil fields. These two are brought together and broken apart by the English girl.

Daniel Silva weaves a complex web of events in which the players, most notably the protagonist, art restorer and legendary Israeli spy Gabriel Allon, set themselves against a backdrop kidnappings, murder, political extortion, blackmail and manipulation.

As the plot thickens throughout the book, the reader is ushered upclose into the world of espionage. Of course, this is espionage of some pretty sophisticated caliber.

I had been acquainted with Daniel Silva's work for a number of years, but had never picked up one of his books. Master spy and art restorer Gabriel Allon seemed to me quite an intriguing character. Yet, I had not enough curiousity in me to actually read one Silva's novels. It was until I heard the author himself on a radio show interview that my interest increased. The English Girl had just come hot off the press so I picked it up from a display at B&N and read a few chapters, but didn't buy it then.

I said to myself I'd read this some day. That day came when I was at the library and the book happened to be on a cart ready to be put back on the new arrivals shelves. I have to admit that I thoroughly enjoyed reading the book. The actual reading was effortless which for a slow reader like me is a surprise. Silva is a gifted writer and takes great care in creating an impressively believable underworld for the reader to lose himself into.

If The English Girl happens to be your first Daniel Silva book, you won't be disappointed.


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