Second Sunday

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Rev. Troy is correct.  Second Sunday draws out the largest crowd.  Why?

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 Lots of Food.  Every second Sunday means potluck lunch in the basement of St. John’s.  Guilty, like many other congregation members, I always try and make it out to second Sunday.

After eating my equivalent in weight, I managed to drag myself from the buffet line.

For any normal person, they would have stopped eating.  However, I am not normal.

I went to visit a church friend who had recently adopted a puppy!

Her name is Daisy and she’s 10 weeks!  She was a stray lab picked up in the trailer parks.  She is now enjoying a couple acres of farmland.

Daisy and Rex, a two-year-old boxer, are getting along fine as they make friends with the hispanic family that upkeeps the farmland for my friend.

Miguel, his family, and his friends shared their dinner with us – a traditional Mexican meal, baked on an open fire pit and a clay oven.

We all feasted on boiled corn, which was dressed with lime juice, mayo, and shredded cheese.  I was informed that carnivals in Mexico served this type of popular corn.  There was also red rice, frijoles, and melt-in-your-mouth, tender carne (meat).

In another area of the makeshift kitchenette, another family was rolling out the dough for a week’s worth of pan (bread).  They baked the bread in a handmade clay oven they erected to the right of the stables.

It’s amazing that these hispanic families are still able to foster both cultures in their children.  The kids all spoke English and Spanish, knew slang words while learning to make authentic Mexican food.

The children had one foot in America and the other in Mexico.  Their father grew up on a caballo (horse) ranch in Mexico, and he still fosters this love of caballos in his children.

Having had some experience with horses from Mongolia, I rode a horse too (albeit a slightly larger one).

It was the perfect way to spend a Sunday.  I got to enjoy food, beautiful weather with great company, and be inspired by the unlikely people I met.

Although I might have lost an hour today, I gained a lot more.

God Bless Second Sundays!

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