MY HOUSE IS YOUR HOUSE

Peaceful night in Nuevo Progreso.

There was a parade that night on the main street of Nuevo Progreso. It was a “Vision of Guadalupe” parade, a procession of dancers, bands and people carrying the image of Mary. This was a special event for Mexico. The parade clogged traffic causing us to have to take another road to the church for our weekly English class and Wednesday night Bible study.

But first we stopped at the military post at the bridge and gave the soldiers a case of spicy popcorn. That was our Christmas blessing to them. Those soldiers are young men who are away from home and in danger. Every year Lloyd and I express our appreciation and pray for them.

Pastor Zabdi had hung Christmas lights and they made a soft glow in the room.  We stayed seated around a long table while he got out his guitar for worship. Then he gave a short sermon that was very encouraging. During that time I had a sharp awareness of where we were and what was happening. There was such a flow of peace and contentment. Pelon, the church dog, got between us on the floor and fell asleep. The guitar music was gentle, the lights were cheery and there was a soft breeze blowing through the open doors and windows. We were surrounded by friends.

Somehow through time we have become deeply steeped in the lives of people in Mexico, and we are now included as part of the group. It’s hard to understand how we got to this place and why we feel so much at home. A common saying in Mexico is: “My house is your house!” Maybe that sincere saying is more powerful than we realize!

My House is Your House

"And the peace of God which passeth all understanding shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus." Philippians 4:7