We went to church today in Xoxocotla (p.s. I just had to pull off my t-shirt so I could remember how to spell it!) at the United Methodist congregation. Everything here happens on "Mexico Time" which roughly translates to "when people get here" or simply "whenever we feel like it." I felt so welcomed and blessed to be worshiping with everyone, and I LOVED singing in Spanish. I deeply wish I knew the language (or any other language for that matter).
During a moment of quiet prayer, I was so flooded with tearful emotion that the same God I know, love, and experience was present in this place where life, culture, and the very words spoken are so different. Yet He is here offering the same life-transforming grace and relationship with Himself...still sovereign, still loving, life-giving, and completely good.
They cooked an incredible lunch for us that included spaghetti. I wonder if they were trying to make something "American" for us! So generous...I wish I could converse better. We went to Xochicalco, ancient ruins of a pre-Aztec pyramid/temple/fort. Stunning, especially the Temple of the Feathered Serpent which had designs of Quetzalcoatl (the head honcho Latin American God) pressed into the base. They had places where stone pillars lined up perfectly with the sun on each season's equinox. How could they measure that and construct accordingly? Impressive. I'm fascinated driving around at all the roadside stands and businesses.
Life operates differently. Colorfully. Communally. Beautifully.
Tomorrow starts clinic.
Lord be in our hearts, and
in our hands and in our words.
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