Author Archives: Nura Zaki

About Nura Zaki

Nura is a senior at Valparaiso University studying Political Science with a concentration in Legal Studies. This summer she is interning with Lutheran Services of America, one of the largest not-for-profit health and human services networks in the country. She will join the Public Policy and Member Engagement team in their work identifying opportunities to connect members in meaningful ways, sharing learnings and best practices, identifying funding opportunities and bringing members together to promote practitioner informed policies. Nura also looks forward to mastering the Metro and being inspired by the D.C. metropolitan area for all its wonders.

Who is (not) my Neighbor?

The Sunday of Independence Day weekend, I woke up bright and early to attend a worship service at a new church in my neighborhood. Previous weekends, you could find me at what I would consider to be a “popular church”- a well-attended, multi-satellite, free donuts before service kind of congregation located in a theater. You can picture it, can’t you? I’d chosen this welcoming community for the past weeks because I enjoyed the company of a friend who went there. The only inconvenience about this arrangement was that the church was located quite far from where we were living to the point where we had to take a train and walk a significant distance to get there. I had been wanting to support a local congregation for some time, so when my friend went out of town for the weekend I decided to do so then. I spotted a local United Methodist Church one night while roaming the area and had decided that this would be my place.

Temple UMC

In the sanctuary singing, “Jesu, Jesu, fill us with your love, show us how to serve the neighbors we have from you…”

Upon arrival, I quickly noticed that this too was a unique community. For one, it was located atop a gas station. Quaint, I thought. What left even more of an impression on me, however, was how eager the church was to extend hospitality to its guests. Walking up to the entrance that Google maps led me to believe existed (sigh), I was guided all along a street that eventually led right up to the door of the church by clear signs that anticipated my history of getting lost (“not all who wander are lost” anyone?). Once I entered, I was greeted by a nice woman who read me like a book. She asked, “You must be new! Are you visiting for the Summer? Perhaps for an internship?”. Coming from a church background where I often offered the hospitality, I was just as eager to be on the receiving end of such warmth in her welcome.

After getting situated in the sanctuary where there were predictably less people in-attendance due to the holiday weekend, I felt good about this decision. There was a different kind of comfort from that which I experienced at the familiar, contemporary-styled church I’d become used to. This comfort was a feeling of being where I needed to be at that moment.

The service began and a man stepped to the pulpit. He announced himself as the guest preacher for this weekend while the home-pastor was away on vacation. The title of the sermon flashed on the projector screen. It read, “Who is My Neighbor?”.  I was curious how this message would be similar or different from previous ones I’ve heard in my PK (pastors kid) lifespan. I was not disappointed.

After setting the context of the Biblical narrative as told by Jesus in Luke 10, he changed the direction of the familiar question. He asked, ‘who is not your neighbor?’. Go ahead and read it again, I’ll wait. He explained that the depth of the question as posed to Jesus, who is my neighbor?, is often lost on us as we are quick to answer with a generic response like ‘everyone’. The answer we offer is often so encompassing that its effect is empty. By saying everyone, we actually mean no one because the intentionality and responsibility that should come with that response to who we should specifically be showing care and concern towards is lost. It is hard to admit, but if we are being honest we’ll realize that we do forget about people and sometimes those are the ones who need to be remembered most.

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The “Firsts” of Many

This week marks one month living and interning in our nation’s capitol. Each day begins with me walking wide-eyed up Capitol Hill as government buildings and monuments peep through the trees on my daily commute. I’m so grateful to be participating in such a fellowship where I live and work in intentional community.

CAPS Fellows Kathryn Fogleman

CAPS Fellows Kathryn Fogleman and Katie Wilson

Being the first of my suite-mates to arrive in the city set in-motion a series of ‘firsts’; my first train ride, first wrong stop on the way home (not all Metro lines are created equal), first to realize our door can lock on its own (it’s not a loss if you learn?) and my first fire alarm scare (if it’s not right when you’re ready for bed, did it really happen?).

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Running into Former President Bill Clinton at the Eastern Market while picking peaches (!!)

With those kind of experiences also came the first time I saw the view from our terrace at dusk, my first Metro card and ride paid for by a generous stranger, and being greeted by the kind man passing out newspapers each morning. It has not been overwhelming as much as it has been full. Full of small successes like locating the trash chute on our floor opposed to walking downstairs (we’re on the 10th floor), stunning views (the Lincoln Memorial has to be seen at night), and surprises like no other (there are some very important people walking around DC).

 

Amidst this grand adventure of living and interning in a new city where I want to share with others the excitement that I’m feeling and document the moments I’m witnessing; our nation is also experiencing moments that require pause. In the past few weeks, my roommates and I could not help but stop while in the thick of our plans to discuss the news updates we’ve received of some of the worst accidents and acts of violence we’ve seen in recent history. Waking up to CNN News updates our iPhones, we’ve started our days receiving first word of events that rock us to our core. There are far too many incidents hitting us at once to brush them off as a loss like any other. This particular series of misfortune is turning into a season of grief that doesn’t allow time for healing before it strikes again. I’m glad to have my suite-mates to talk with and process these events together as we feel strongly about them. It is only natural to feel emotions of anger, horror, disgust; those feelings are warranted. However, I cannot help but feel that they are not an end in themselves; that we are not moved to merely feel, but moved to do. Our response to such news should be more than just reactions, they need to be actions.

Once such incidents have gotten our attention and we’ve been provoked by the devastating actions of others, we too must seek attention to shine light on the good that is being done around us.

If we stand for love, or justice, or hope, we should be as diligent as those opposed in seeking to represent these values in the world.

What I’ve experienced interning at LSA this past month has been a glimpse of such values in action. Lutheran Services

Visiting LSA member, Lutheran Social Services in Falls Church, Virginia for a day of service organized by former CAPS Fellow, Caleb Rollins

Visiting LSA member, Lutheran Social Services in Falls Church, Virginia for a day of service organized by former CAPS Fellow, Caleb Rollins

in America is an inspiring place to work because it is made up of people whose actions directly support those doing good work throughout the United States. As the Member Engagement and Advocacy Intern, I am learning how LSA seeks to best serve their members, and by extension, those most vulnerable in their communities. With over 300 organizations throughout the country, their presence as health and human service providers is wide-spread and far-reaching. Through advocacy, LSA takes stances on issues that matter to those they affect to promote and propel a voice for good in a place like DC where big decisions are being made. The people here truly care about the well being of others and nothing proves this more than their actions day in and out to create the change they wish to see in the lives of those they serve. Now that’s newsworthy.

 

There are many things in this world that we have no control over. What we can control are the actions we take and the impact they make. This first month has been a reminder to me that I should not hesitate to do good wherever I go. Good does not just have to be reactionary or in response to harm- it can also be proactive and purposeful. As I begin my second month with this wonderful community at LSA and in this city of opportunity, I will not forget to add among my plans to do good.