"De donde eres?" I ask as we sit down for lunch at the Royal Inka Hotel, the site of our world conference.
"De Bolivia," replies the man in Spanish, who tells me he's the director of a private Christian school.
Then I ask the man across the table, "Where are you from?"
"I am Irish, from a long line of Quakers. My father visited the first political prisoners to die in a hunger strike, among those in prison standing for fair treatment of prisoners."
"Why were there political prisoners in Ireland?" asks the Bolivian in Spanish after I translate for him.
The Irishman summarizes the long history of a violent division between Catholics in the south and Protestants in the north in his country, rooted in unequal rights, such as Catholics not being given the right to vote or own a home.
I ask the Bolivian if similar divisions exist in his country.
"Yes, there has been a long history of tension and division between the Aymara and Quechua Indians, like a seam down the center of our Cordillera Mountains, with one group trying to take the land of the other. And at times it becomes violent."
The Irishman tells us about the beginnings of the Quaker House in Ireland, strategically placed in the geographic center of the conflict between the north and south. And how over the years, peace teams from around the world have gone to Quaker House to participate in trainings on non-violence and conflict resolution. They also made a public witness - standing in the gap like Jesus, reconciling us to God and to each other.
As we eat our Peruvian potatoes, a Latina American Friends Service Committee worker in Guatemala, who was sitting next to us, turns from her conversation to join ours. She tells us that Guatemala is the thirteenth most violent country in the world, Honduras is number one, and El Salvador is number two. She explains how she works with youth, helping them form a network of support and a collective voice to deal with the violence in a peaceful way. She says they are beginning similar work in Honduras and El Salvador.
She asks me how I learned Spanish, and where I am from. I explain that I live in Pasadena, CA, in the United States, and attend the Orange Grove Meeting with my husband Anthony Manousos. I learned Spanish while living in Mexico, coordinating work teams from across the USA to serve alongside villagers to do community and economic development projects.
As a silent listener next to us tops off our glasses of purified water, the Irishman concludes by telling us about his Catholic and Protestant neighbors who are now friends, and that the residue of this historical conflict today mostly exists in their memories.
As we drink down our last drops of water, our tummies and hearts and minds are full, feeling hope, and a growing appetite to learn from each other, to keep our hearts open to new friendships and understanding between programmed and un-programmed Friends.
After finishing our lunch I stand and look through the glass walls of the Royal Inka dining hall, to the ancient Inca Ventanayoc Mountain lifting its praise to God. Then I peer across the room at conversations similar to ours taking place among the 350 attendees packed around the 45 tables. My heart sings as I see worshippers seeing "that of God" in each other and feel the buzz of hearts and minds uniting around table fellowship.
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