[caption id="attachment_1434" align="alignnone" width="300"] Would you believe that Fernando (left) carried his little brother Mario (right) miles and miles to come to Casa? That was a few years ago.[/caption]
My surgeon came to see me at 7am--Can you believe he does house calls? He is pleased with my progress. He said that I need to start moving around outside more. Don't lift anything or get stressed (ha!) but walk around. So Dottie drove me to the bank. I could not help nut wonder if I got robbed would my back be taken along with my cash.
Walter and Tim are treating my recovery as though I am not even here. This is so I will have less daily stress.
Kevin is studying nursing and he was #2 student this semester.
Just a few moments ago the Federal Police called to ask if we would receive 4 siblings ages 4 to 12. And of course we will. They arrived about 7:30pm and are Dilan 11, Esteven 8, Jenifer 5 and Jeremy 2. Last night we received 7 year old Rosa. So the count has risen to 45 incoming and 3 leaving the last 10 weeks.
There are two birds that fly over our nation's deserts: One is the hummingbird and the other is the vulture. The vultures find the rotting meat of the desert, because that is what they look for. They thrive on that diet. But hummingbirds ignore the smelly flesh of dead animals. Instead, they look for the colorful blossoms of desert plants. The vultures live on what was. They live on the past. They fill themselves with what is dead and gone. But hummingbirds live on what is. They seek new life. They fill themselves with freshness and life. Each bird finds what it is looking for. We all do.
That is the essence of Paul's teaching: In life, there are two birds. The one bird looks for foolishness and stupidity, the other looks for wisdom. The vultures seek to fill themselves with the rotting flesh of drunkenness and debauchery, the hummingbird sobriety, freshness, and the Spirit. In the desert of this world you have your scavengers who are angry and ungrateful, but you also have those who hum a grateful hymn of thanksgiving. The irony is that you find what you are looking for.