Sunday, December 20, 2015

During our Advent retreat, the YAGM Hungary group joined with other young adults for a workshop with Phiren Amenca. The poem below serves as my response to the world and to myself.


we live in a world that moves
in a fast paced society
with little regard for community
connection is being destroyed
souls emptied
of what once was considered
humanity

when hate crimes go
without consequence
without regard
for another community
in the name of what
is claimed to be “right”

when men and women lay on the street
giving up their dignity
being vulnerable
relying on a society that refuses to look
beyond their rose colored glasses
and see the people
crying for help
for someone to see
someone to respond

Break my heart.
so I can see
beyond the barriers
beyond the walls
beyond the words
and into the eyes
of what is so blatantly
staring me in the face

Let me forget
what is “right”
what is “wrong”
and instead remember
what a life is worth
daring to step out
of the conforming society
and search for that spark
of love
and light
buried deep within
my heart.



Copyright © 2015 [Aliyah Richling]

Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Tough Questions

As part of my work here in Hungary, I run an English table for any student who would like to practice speaking in English. Tonight, at our first meeting, I was pleasantly surprised to engage in a conversation with ten very bright high school students. I began our conversation with light topics, such as introductions, favorite colors, and hobbies. These topics are taken from the "get to know you" section in my bag of conversation topics. We covered things like playing handball and basketball, reading "Hunger Games," and playing "League of Legends" (it's a computer game, just in case you aren't aware). 

Half way through our hour together, I asked if they had any questions for me. I always allow the students to learn about me as well, as it is only fair. They asked the typical questions of "Where do you come from?" and "How do you like Hungary?" The next question, however, took me by surprise and turned a lighthearted and surface level conversation into something deep and complicated.

"What do you think about the Paris attacks and the Islamic State?" they asked.

For a moment, I panicked.
A million thoughts raced through my head. 

How do I answer this as an American? As a representative of the ELCA?
What is my opinion on the attacks around the world?
How much should I share?

Then I realized that they wanted to discuss these issues and we had created an opportunity to do so. I didn't know how to answer, so I did what I do best: I asked questions. I discovered they were more than willing to answer or at least share how they were feeling. That concept is difficult, and they were willing to speak about it in their second language.

We discussed the attack on Paris.

They learned about the attacks in Beirut and Baghdad.

We talked about how the media responded to these situations... to every situation.

We discussed fear after many had watched the most recent and horrific video released by ISIS. 

We contemplated what this means for the world and the actions some countries are taking. 

We shared thoughts on the refugee crisis and how the world is responding. 

I am constantly amazed by the thoughtfulness and intelligence of young people in our world. They ruminate on tough issues and when given the chance, they speak freely and intelligently. 

Friends, these teenagers are doing exactly what we all need to do. They are willing to have conversations about the issues we face as a world. They respectfully and patiently listen to what others want to say and they acknowledge the opinions of others. 










Friday, November 6, 2015

Musings on a fall day

An entry from my personal journal:

November 6

This afternoon, after lunch at the dormitory, I felt compelled to take a walk to the park. It was a lovely fall day and the temperature was just right. Perfect, really. The leaves were crunching with each step, as more leaves had fallen throughout the day. I wandered off the cement path, into the yellow and bronze colored leaves. I passed the head of a statue which likely commemorated October 23, the Hungarian Independence Day. As I passed, I saw a bench ahead; a bench surrounded by the stillness and beauty of the large leaves. 
I sat. 
I thought.
I read.
I listened.
I found creativity.
I found beauty.
I sat on the wooden bench, taking in the peacefulness of the world around me. "There is great value in stillness," I thought. "So often I miss the opportunities to be. To live. To listen." So I sat there, feeling content, allowing peace to fill my soul. 
I felt alive.
I felt loved.
And I wasn't doing a thing.







For the first time, in a very long time, I was inspired. It isn't that I haven't been inspired during the last few years, because I have- just not with this type of inspiration. The type that opens the "creativity pocket" in my brain and allows me to write freely, without judgement. As I dusted off the cobwebs, I was pleasantly surprised by the result. See below. 


[Poem without title]


The wind whispers to the trees,
quietly persuading them to let go of the leaves 
they so desperately want to keep.

The time comes when they can no longer hold their leaves tight, 
and they release.
They release without knowing, 
without realizing.
They cannot control it, 
and must give in to the peaceful voice that surrounds them.
Yet the trees are surprised,
not by the lifted weight,
but by the beauty.
The beauty which is now opened to the world;
that of one small, yellow leaf gently gliding to the ground, 
filled with others of its kind.
Its beauty makes the release seem easy,
and the trees find the courage to let go of more,
until they are free of weight.
They are light,
but not empty.

With time, 
the trees will be met with a new type of beauty,
One of confidence and growth.
It does not meet them immediately,
but they know, 
with patience,
it will arrive.

Without warning.

With grace,
with love,
and with new life.


© Aliyah Richling, November 2015

Saturday, October 31, 2015

Erős vár a mi Istenünk


Reformation Day:
the day where I am constantly humming the familiar tune of "A Mighty Fortress is Our God"

The first time I heard this hymn sung in Hungarian, I was sitting in the high school music room with a room full of choir students. My inner dialogue was as follows: 

Yes! I know this one!

Oh wait... what? Maybe it isn't the hymn...

Yes it is! There are just fewer notes... you know, to fit the language... duh.





This realization sent my heart soaring. This hymn written by Martin Luther (originally German "Ein feste Burg ist unser Gott") has been translated into numerous languages and sung all around the world. Even if you do not follow the Lutheran or Protestant tradition, it is likely you have heard this tune, as it's melody has inspired compositions by some of the world's most widely known composers, including Johann Sebastian Bach, Felix Mendelssohn, and Claude Debussy. 

If you are unfamiliar with this melody, have a listen to this arrangement sung by the St. Olaf Choir. Happy Reformation Day and enjoy!





Saturday, October 3, 2015

Food Boxes




Food boxes have been set up in Békéscsaba, Jamina (area immediately outside the city) in front the Lutheran Church, and they have been successful in anonymously getting food to those who need it. Items are put in the boxes in the morning and when checked in the afternoon, all the items are gone. What a cool idea.
The men in the photo, both Lutheran pastors, are two of my colleagues here in Békéscsaba!

Check out the original website (in Hungarian, of course) covering this story here: http://www.beol.hu/bekes/kozelet/a-raszorulokat-segitik-meg-az-eteldobozzal-630781

The hardest part...

"The hardest part in starting a new journey is taking a leap of faith right at the beginning..."
- Unknown

Isn't that the truth? Trying something new can be the hardest action to face. We ask ourselves:

"What if I fail?"

"What if this isn't where I'm supposed to be?"

"What if I make a fool of myself?"

"What if I have so many new thoughts in my head that I can't write the first blog post?"


Okay, so maybe that last one only applies to me at the moment, but in all seriousness, why is it so hard to take that leap of faith and begin to live in the newness of what lies ahead? 

Before jumping into this year of adventure in Hungary, I was struck with feelings of both excitement and terror. I found myself second guessing the call I had heard from God and constantly asked, "Is this truly where God is asking me to be for the next year of my life?" Through countless conversations and encouraging smiles and hugs, there was one truth that emerged: 


"God is already there, and is here with you now. God's got this."


I found comfort in these words, and I was surprised at how many people in my support system had spoken them. But honestly, I don't think I fully believed them... until I arrived in my placement site of Békéscsaba, Hungary. 

It was true. God was already in Békéscsaba, and still is. I had all the proof I needed. 

I saw God in my first meeting with Péter, my site placement mentor, as he met me with joy, peace, and excitement. 

I saw God in the smiles and welcoming eyes of my new colleagues at the Évangélikus Egyház (Lutheran Church) and the Évangélikus Gimnázium (Lutheran High School). 

I heard God in the simple conversations with each new person I encountered. 

I heard God in the voices of the choirs with which I will be working. (I know, right?!)

I encountered God when I was invited into a classroom filled with laughter to see the talents and creativity of students attending the Müvészeti Szakközépiskola (Vocational Art School). 


My anxious heart was calmed. 


This journey has been opened, the leap of faith has occurred, and the beginning has passed. The first blog post has been written. Anxiousness will still exist, but will always be met with peace and an invitation from God. What lies ahead has yet to be determined. 

But of one thing I am sure:
God was here before I arrived, is here now, and will continue to be for eternity. 


Monday, July 27, 2015

How You Can Offer Support

I am very excited (yet equally terrified) to share that I have accepted an invitation to work with Young Adults in Global Mission (through the ELCA) and have been placed in Central Europe. I will be leaving mid-August and will be spending the 2015/2016 year in Hungary! This may be a surprise to many of you but know that through prayer and conversation with God, I am fully certain that He is asking me to take this rather large leap of faith and walk with Him as He calls me to a year of service abroad.

There are many ways to support me during my time in Hungary. Support looks like unceasing prayer, relentless love, letters and messages from home (aka. you!), constant encouragement, and generous financial support. I encourage you to show your support in any way you can, and I look forward to sharing this adventure with each of you!  

It costs only $11,000 to provide one young adult missionary with training, airfare, a small living allowance, health insurance, and simple room and board for a year. That’s just $30 a day to invest in empowering me during this year of life-changing global service. I am being asked to raise $4,000 of the total amount. Any amount of monetary support will help and I appreciate any amount you are able to give. Also remember that your donation is tax deductible. :)

For more information about the YAGM program, click here.

To make a credit card gift, call 800-638-3522 to make a credit card donation. To specify support for me, please have the following information ready:
Aliyah Richling -- GCS3163

To give by check:
1. Make your check payable to the Evangelical Lutheran Church in America
2. Fill out and include the bottom portion of the form included with this letter
3. Send your donation and completed form to:
Evangelical Lutheran Church in America
ELCA Gift Processing Center
PO Box 1809
Merrifield, VA 22116-8809
Every bit of support counts. Thank you in advance. The support you give will go along way in making this the most transformational year of my life to date.
Peace,
Aliyah