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America’s Silent Heroes by Joey Hess III

A dark cloud of fear and uncertainty looms over our nation as our friends, family, and neighbors lose their income, their food security, and are forced to self-isolate in an attempt to avoid illness. We turn on the news and day after day the same message is echoed. An invisible, virulent, and deadly virus is circulating the country and while precautions are in place, people are still being affected in vast numbers. Instead of hearing about any of the good that is happening in the country, our attention seems to be directed towards the negative. So, how are we supposed to embrace the light when all we can see is darkness?

While the enemy we fight is invisible, we do not have to be. The truth is, our presence in our communities is needed now more than ever, and Lutheran Services in America (LSA) and their member organizations recognize that and are answering the call. As part of their mission to bring awareness to all the great work that their members have been doing amidst the COVID-19 pandemic, LSA has been publishing daily stories highlighting the unsung Frontline Heroes who are selflessly serving their communities. These are our senior care nurses, social workers, physical therapists, case managers and so many more who, despite receiving little praise, are on the frontlines fighting to protect and serve our most vulnerable populations.

I have taken the time to read through all of the stories posted on the LSA blog and I am baffled by all of the amazing work these organizations are doing and the impact they are making across the country. What is even more shocking is how difficult it is to find a single story that highlights any of their great work in the mainstream media. Despite receiving little recognition, these organizations are sacrificing themselves for the greater good of the people they serve.

Lutheran Social Services of South Dakota is providing translation services at COVID-19 testing sites to remove the language barrier and ensure everyone has access to care. Luther Home of Mercia is streaming religious services for their residents as a way for them to grow and heal spiritually. Lutheran Social Services of North Dakota is providing daily dial-in support groups as a resource to fight social isolation. Lutheran Senior Life delivered over 10,000 meals to their community in the span of five weeks and Lutheran Social Services of Nevada expanded its DigiMart food pantry from 750 square feet to 3,058 square feet to help the growing number of people in their community who are facing food insecurity. These are just 5 out of the 50+ stories LSA has shared over the past few months and there are plenty more to come.

So I ask you to take the time to thank those working in senior services who are putting themselves and their families at risk in order to protect the older adult population. I ask you to share the stories of those serving our children, youth and family who are working tirelessly to ensure that every child they serve is safe, healthy, and is able to reach their full potential. Lastly, I ask that, if you are able to, donate some of your time, funds, or food to those providing shelter and nourishment for the people who are struggling to get through these troubling times.

At LSA, we plan to continue our effort to recognize these silent heroes and show appreciation for all the amazing work that they do. To be a part of a movement like the one being set forth by LSA is something that I do not take lightly. As long as I am with this organization I will continue to work towards their vision of improving and transforming the lives of the people and communities that their amazing members so selflessly serve.

There are two ways to spread light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.

In luce tua videmus lucem,

Joey Hess III

T-Minus One Semester: Differing Shades of Uncertainty by Emily Nelson

As I wrap up my last three weeks in Washington, D.C., I’m reflecting on the mounting ambiguity that’s slowly creeping into my life. Some of these forces have been expected; the events that directly preceded or have happened during my stay make for a rather tumultuous timeline. My grandmother passed away, my parents have moved, and I’m entering my last semester of undergrad after the conclusion of this fellowship. I guess it’s consolation that many of my peers are in the same position of uneasiness heading into the future, but it’s troubling nonetheless.

I am very thankful that I’ve been able to spend my summer in D.C. This area is a networking hotspot, and running into dignitaries or prominent government officials is no surprise. A few weeks ago, I attended an Interfaith Community work meeting for my organization. The director of Asian American Pacific Islander Initiatives at the White House was present, and I got to meet her through LSA’s Vice President of External Affairs. A few weeks prior, I attended a Phi Beta Kappa networking reception, where I reconnected with one of the PBK event coordinators, who I met my first weekend here during a volunteering gig.

Lincoln Memorial at Night

Those opportunities stem from my position at Lutheran Services in America, one of the largest nonprofit networks in the U.S. For its size and breadth, the office is surprisingly calm. It’s rare that you can find peace in this city, but for how close it is to the Supreme Court, Capitol, and Library of Congress (literally all down the street), it’s a hidden gem. During my time here, I’ve finished a few projects, most of which had a wide berth of creative freedom. I coded and formatted survey data in Excel and Powerpoint, wrote my first concept paper, researched all of the organizations within LSA’s CYF (Children, Youth and Families) network, read a lot of material, and made an email list for my supervisor.

Washington Monument at Night

Whether it was at my desk or at home, I’ve realized just how difficult it is to be motivated when surrounded by ambiguity. As a psychology person, I’ve learned this through lecture; as lived experience, it manifests so clearly. Especially when the due date is loose, my ability to be efficient is severely tested. If projects require a significant amount of creative thought and time, it’s incredibly easy to lose your sense of purpose and drown in the technicalities. As a result, work environment, location, and compensation are all factors I’m considering in life after Valpo, and I feel better informed to evaluate options.

DC CAPS cohort featuring Eric Maruyama

Though I’m actively (or attempting to be) determining post-grad possibilities, I’m trying to be present in the moment here. The opportunities, sights, and friends are just too good to miss. And if there’s anything I learned from study abroad, it’s to give myself and the world around me the current moment, because our time is finite.

Fourth of July Fireworks from Balcony

Welcome to Washington D.C. by Emily Nelson

Thank God for seats on the metro, and good riddance to those who stand on the left side of the escalator during the morning rush. Being from Japan, courtesy on public transportation is a must, and it’s helped be more cognizant of the culture in D.C. To be clear, there are numerous cultures, whether ethnic,organizational, or linguistic, in D.C. due to the diversity. Instead of being a tourist (as I was eight years ago), I’m an intern, and am gifted with 10 weeks instead of one. This gives me a lot more time to explore what this place has to offer, and I am living for it.

I start my day at 7:30, waking to the constant hiss of the air conditioner. After dressing business casual and gathering my bearings, I take the elevator 10 floors down to the lobby. 9 stops on the Metro later, I get off at Capitol South, walking by the Capitol, Library of Congress, and the Supreme Court to reach the United Methodist Building. My grandmother, a devout Christian and affiliated with the Church, was born in 1923, the very year this building was constructed.

While Lutheran Services in America (LSA) oversees 300+ member organizations, the central office is quite cozy, with around 10 or so individuals working at any given time. Ms. Sheila, my supervisor, resides down the hall from me in her new office. She bought me lunch twice last week (!) and allows for quite a bit of flexibility with this internship. I’ve organized the email list by topic, highlighting member organizations that focus on children, youth, and families; read extensively about LSA and watched hours of webinars; and attended a Congressional briefing on the Chafee Act, which supports foster youth aging out of care. I understand that my big project will be a paper about the purpose of LSA, though there will be other assignments along the way. I have a standard office desk of black plexiglass, rolling chair, and provided laptop. Everyone here is very welcoming, especially Anita, a former intern who now does a lot of philanthropy work for LSA. She always asks how I’m doing and gives me advice about the surrounding area.

The living quarters are quite nice; we even have our own balcony and access to a swimming pool, gym, local market, barber/salon, dry cleaner, and entertainment center. I must say that I am so excited to explore this entire area, and there isn’t enough time in the summer (or even a year, I’d argue) to do it all. On the downside, this is an expensive place, and the minimum wage of $13.25, soon to be $14, reflects that. All of my sightseeing list is made of free events and entertainment. Last weekend, I cleaned up Theodore Roosevelt Island as a part of National Trails Day with Phi Beta Kappa. After picking up litter for around 3 hours, our group went to the Georgetown Waterfront to enjoy beer samples and shared nachos, courtesy of Dan, one of the main Phi Beta contacts. I may have been the youngest person there, not even done with undergrad, but I certainly felt welcome. Travis, who works in intelligence (!), gave me recommendations on the Smithsonian exhibits and educated me about the Teddy Roosevelt memorials we walked by.

So while D.C. can be an incredibly stressful place, there is enough compassion to ground you. 10 days post-arrival, here’s to a great Friday!

Home and the Yellow Man

I have never been a fan of change. Until college, I lived in the same house my entire life. I’ve gone to the same church since I was a toddler. I attended the same school from preschool to eighth grade. And my taste in food hasn’t changed since I was eight (corn dogs continue to be a staple in my diet).

My girls and me pretending we’re not crying.

So when I had to move (a whopping two hours away) to Valpo, you can probably imagine my feelings on the topic. You know that Yellow Man on Google Street-View Maps that you drag and drop to different places? Have you ever noticed how much that Yellow Man squirms when you move him? That’s how I felt about college. Squirmy.

Going to Valpo meant removing myself from a safely content life of friends and family and faith, and dropping into a Street View I didn’t recognize and didn’t particularly want to get to know. In that place in my heart hollowed of friends and comfort, fears began to fester. I thought these were fears of being disliked, of not finding a group or club or place where I felt comfortable to be myself, of not feeling free to figure out what kind of person I wanted to be.

But, like most things people fear, I was really just afraid of what I didn’t know. And once I stopped confining college inside that dark rigid space of the unknown, Valpo became home to me. I got to spend four beautiful years at Valpo, full of music and love and lifelong friends. Moreover, Valpo provided me with amazing opportunities that shaped me and allowed me to start paving a path of purpose for myself.

You might think I used this photo for my last blog, but it’s different, I promise. Stop judging me.

In some ways, I consider the CAPS program to be a final opportunity from Valpo, a last point in the right vocational direction. Here, I’ve been able to work in many different areas of marketing and communications. Under my supervisors’ leadership (read more about how great they are in my last blog), I’ve worked on social media, event planning, content writing, proofreading, campaign tracking and analysis, website updates, and template building. This internship has both shown me what it looks like to work in marketing and communications and has helped cultivate in me the skills needed to succeed in the field.

This summer, DC has become a kind of extension of Valpo, a temporary home, once again full of (jazz) music, (roommate) love, and lifelong friends. And once again, I feel like I’m dangling over a hazy future, waiting to be dropped right in. But this time, I feel much more at peace (much like the newly updated Yellow Man. At this point, I’m not sure how squirmy the Yellow Man used to be, but for the sake of the analogy, we’re running with it). Sure, I’m scared, but Valpo and DC and LSA have shown me the opportunities to be had from traveling outside my comfort zone. They have taught me to trust in God’s plan for my life, have helped me develop my sense of self and purpose, and have given me more beautiful places to call home. I don’t think I could have hoped for anything quite as good as that.

Kick Back, Eat a Spongepop

Last week marked my halfway point with the CAPS program and Lutheran Services in America (LSA). My first month in DC has been, quite simply, a whirlwind. From jazz nights to weekend markets, from baseball games on warm nights to shady lunches by the Capitol, my time here has been moving at an uneven pace, creeping along at some moments but mostly leaping forward in bounds. It’s been exhausting and wonderful. But it wasn’t until this last weekend, when I spent some time away from DC, that I understood what has been making my summer here so special.

I spent my holiday weekend in Houston (a city where the Fourth isn’t so much unique and glamorous as it is a slightly bigger show of Texas’ daily patriotism), and as I told my boyfriend story after story about LSA and DC, I realized a truth that applies to most great experiences: the people I’ve come to know here are what have made my summer so meaningful.

And so, reflecting on my first month in DC, I thought I would talk about a few of those people who have so positively impacted my time here.

Izzat

One of the first things you realize as a recent college graduate in DC is that good food costs good money. Heck, even bad food is expensive. Goodbye, reasonable Midwestern prices.

Nura and I with delish Spongepops from Izzat’s cart.

So when the man who owns the hot dog cart outside your work sells good food for $4 and then gives it to you half off, you know you’ve made a friend. More important than cheap food though, Izzat has extended to Nura and me unbelievable kindness and friendship. He talks to us about his family, gives us free ice cream after someone (Nura) drops hers 2 minutes after buying it, and teaches us words in Arabic, his native language. In a city where everything is fast paced and everyone is tuning the world out with earbuds, people like Izzat who take the time to have real conversations are immense blessings.

My Bosses

At first, I was intimidated by the fact I’d be doing work for four different staff members in two departments. I could easily picture becoming inundated with work, trying to please everyone but not knowing how to prioritize my assignments.

Me with violets Tania got me. They’re dead now. RIP Myrtle

But while prioritizing work has been a challenge at times due to my own inexperience with working under multiple supervisors, everyone has been incredibly helpful and communicative. They understand when I’m struggling or have questions. They encourage me when I’m insecure about my performance and give me solid advice for future work. They are what every intern hopes her supervisors will be like, though most rarely have the time or interest in being so present and supportive. So, thank you Natalie, Tania, Liliana, and Caleb. You’ve helped me grow professionally (and physically, thanks to Natalie’s Alpine chocolate).

Bill Clinton

Okay, I had to include him. You would do the same thing if he ambled into the Eastern Market while you were picking peaches (all right, Nura was picking peaches. I was sitting on a curb waiting for Nura to be done picking peaches).

The most overshared photo I’ve ever been a part of.

It was a pleasure, Mr. President.

Katie & Kathryn

These two make up an integral part of my core friend group in DC. Though they’re both CAPS fellows (check out Kathryn’s blog), I hadn’t met them until this summer. And after a month with Kathryn and Katie, I don’t know how I got through 4 years at Valpo without knowing them.

They have taken me on all my favorite adventures here, including nighttime monument walks, cheese and wine parties in the backyards of bookstores, and a midday meet-up with our good friend Mr. Clinton.

Kathryn and I watching the Cubs beat the Nats.

Aside from being my fellow adventurers, they have been amazing friends. Kathryn keeps me grounded when I get dramatic about things like late trains and bad weather. Katie gets me out of bed when I want to spend the day watching Mad Men. Both are amazing cooks (also contributing to my physical growth). I’m constantly thankful for these two and their friendships that I know will last long past August.

Nura

The star of many of my stories, Nura is my roommate, fellow LSA intern, and Valpo student body president (shameless brag). Before coming to DC, I would tell people at Valpo about my internship, and when I would mention that Nura was my roommate, there was always a resounding, “She is so cool.” And over the past month, I’ve come to realize what an understatement that is.

As I’ve gotten to know Nura (check out her blog too), I’ve been waiting for some dip in her character, some flaw that would make her a little more human. And besides being clumsy with food, I’ve found nothing. She has a beautiful heart, a sharp mind, an ambitious and humble spirit, and a true compassion for others. She’s also hilarious, an avid 2000s R&B fan, and political nut (seriously, she’s like a walking Facebook for the Who’s Who of Capitol Hill).

Thank you, Nura, for being the quintessential example of how bad experiences can be made funny and how good experiences can be made phenomenal when you’re with the right people.

Katie, Nura, and I looking fly.

I can’t wait for what the second half of the summer holds.

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 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?).

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 10^th 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

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.

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