We started Sunday with Mother’s Day breakfast. The women gave the kitchen over to the men and we struggled to put a breakfast together. I washed last night’s dishes, made coffee and retreated to a safe distance. We made a point to be at breakfast this morning even though we were not hungry at all, but our absence yesterday had been noticed and mentioned.

We ended last night asking the group to observe silence from the time they woke up until breakfast and it seemed they were making up for any lost words. They were raucous and laughing, and giving Robert a hard time over something. They do enjoy themselves. We were glad we didn’t ask them to be silent through breakfast—that would never have worked.
Our plan for Sunday was to share with the group how we had been blessed by being with them and then we wanted to bless them with an individual prayer blessing.
We each told the group how we had been blessed by being with them.
Roger:
I talked about a new definition of Justice. Micah 6:8 says
Do justice, love mercy and walk humbly with your God.
My definition of justice had always been some sort of “rightousness or consequence” idea. In leadership my definition was a sense of keeping things going in the right direction, “the rules of community” or something like that. I think my evangelical background tied justice to God’s perfect justice which was overcome by Christ’s sacrifice of perfect love for us. But the linkage between justice and mercy in this verse never made sense to me.
But here I saw clearly for the first time that justice was about each of us having the same rights, the same reception, the same love, the same presence with Father God. We all are sons and daughters of the same King. And if my brother or sister is in trouble, I am to love them with Mercy. I saw it with you, my new Dominican brothers and sisters. I saw you live it in your ministry to the homeless, I sense it in your love for each other. I feel it in your love and acceptance of us, of me, into your community. When I see your justice practiced with such love and mercy, it is a true gift to me. It humbled me to be with you. I walk humbly with my God, home to Chicago, more rightly motivated to live DOING justice. Thank you.
Carla,
It is so difficult to describe our Sunday time of blessing with our brothers and sisters here. We witnessed the power of laying hands on a son or daughter of God and saying their name and giving them a blessing of God’s presence and power going with them. I told my Dominican sisters and brothers that I so appreciated their transparency and vulnerability with us and with each other. Transformation always begins with honesty. They also really encouraged me with the way they so thoroughly enjoy life. Their laughter was contagious....how delighted our Father must have been to see us all having so much fun together. I will be forever grateful for this opportunity!
Robin
Sunday was a day of blessing – we shared how we have been blessed by our Dominican family in the morning – each one of us. For myself, this being the third reunion I felt I have grown in their hearts and they in mine-we have engendered a deep trust – shared sacred times together, rejoiced and wept many times over. When I first saw Alfredo, he ran up to me, hugged me and whispered in my ear....Welcome Home. I have been wiping tears from my eyes ever since. Tears of gratitude, joy and I find myself in awe at this sense of coming home. This is what I shared...that Alfredo, Robert, Damaris, Cecelia, Charlene, Elizabeth, Vicki, Alfredo, Alicia, Ruth, MaryBell, Lilibet and all the rest have become my family.....God has provided me brothers, sisters, cousins aunts and uncles from the Dominica. I find that God makes a home for us, this keen kinship when we know that home is not found in a place but in love of and for people. Your heart can fit in a suitcase and take you anywhere. This is so freeing......and I miss them dearly already.
The time in the evening of blessing and prayer is one that I cannot even begin to put into words. We were let into sacred places – whispers of prayers, hands of anointing, we were wrapped up in each other, for each other – Gods presence was in the very air we breathed.
Ana
Seeing my Dominican children sit at the breakfast table was such a great joy to me. The fellowship they enjoy together reminds me of being with my American children. And having “my girls” call me Mama was precious. Being in Santo Domingo opens me to the fullness of my Latin culture and when I return home I will take with me a glimpse of the eternal feast.
Shirley
Sunday morning was one of the most significant of the many highlights of our time together. I shared two of the ways of which I have felt the presence of God to me through the leadership community of ICC. It has been my experience at home (USA) that church leadership often looks and seeks ways to grow people in desire to know God—through the latest trend or books on church growth—it is a genuine desire but often the outcome is not the desired spiritual hunger. Our brothers and sisters at ICC are hungry for God and attentive and responsive to his Spirit. It is such a beautiful thing to see and be a small part of—they bless me so. And each time I have the opportunity to be at ICC and I am profoundly aware of how they LIVE the gospel day in and day out. I want to live the gospel in more and more viable ways in the life God has given me. I am inspired and converted by the experience I have with our Dominican family. Always there is so much to receive from them.
Dave
I shared with our friends one incredible statement from Christ “The Kingdom of God is in our midst.” I could see this in our brothers and sisters how they love one another, are sold out to advancing Christ’s Kingdom, and their passion for the broken and the hurting. I also shared how difficult it is to leave as they are more and more family to us. Each year we feel closer to our ICC family and we know they to are also closer to us. This is an experience of the Kingdom of God. How can we explain this grace to others who are not in this moment? They are so grateful for what we impart and yet they impart so much more to us. We knew we would be leaving with a sense of how much we love our ICC family and how much we would miss them once again.
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We then prayed a blessing on each member of the ICC team. Robin and Dave, Ana and Shirley and Roger and Carla were three teams that went around the room. There were tears and hugs. It was a special time and a humbling privilege for each of us.
We packed up and left for Santo Domingo. We were driven by Tom and Dee Yaccinto. These two bright, vital people have been in Santo Domingo for 15 years after getting graduate degrees from Wheaton. They are principals in a group that networks and resources churches across Central America. They also coordinate resources coming to minister to the needs there. ICC is a member of the network. Tom told us the story of his hotel vasectomy yesterday by “Doctors without Borders” from Rush Pres in Chicago. It was an interesting conversation. Since he told us I guess I can tell you. I will really miss these two dear partners. We met their children, we know their story. Pray for Dee’s healing.
Sunday night ICC has a community service. It was described as a seeker service but I must say Robert preached a powerful word that was challenging to all of us. He was preaching from Romans 7. He had told us earlier that he was tying the message around “the only fight in life that you can win”. He said life is a fight, we all know that—the only fight you can win is the fight that surrenders to Christ and lets him take over. He will win the fight for you because you cannot. How many ways do we try everyday to prove that we can? Who are we trying to prove it to--ourselves, each other, Jesus? I was a challenging message on a difficult passage—seeker service?—I think not.
We had another Vicki and Alfredo dinner waiting for us at the hotel and then we went to bed—very tired.

