Today my neighbor who through the Quinceanera a few months ago for her daughter- yes the same one I walked into with my inside out shirt-yes knowing it was inside out. It happens people....
They are Mexican. They are Catholic. I think both of those things are fine and I think I have made clear through the years as we have sat out on her or Charlene or Patty's or my front porch talking late into the summer nights. We are all very good friends. They are the kind of neighbor's one wants to have. The kind you can depend on, the kind you want to pack up and take with you when you move.
Tonight said neighbor knocked on my door with a gift for the baby and a prayer rug that had a little thing in English (not her first or best language) explaining you should write a small note asking for any blessing you need and you will be prayed for. Ok.
I took it from her. She was very nervous I could tell. She kept glancing at our picture of Christ on the wall. She kept asking if it was ok and saying she wanted to come sooner and telling me I did not have to do it. (Shouldn't this have been a peace pipe of sorts?) Her Jesus, My Jesus, they are the same man, no?
Thus she WAS nervous and I knew it must have taken her great courage to come. I did not write the note FOR her, but I did write the note. Look...I ain't turnin away any prayers. If you have one and you are willin to send it our way, I will take it.
Anyway I wrote her a note, she had someone else's note and made it very clear she was not only not reading it but not looking at it even. It was to be folded back up into the rug. (This did not concern me, but I thought i very sweet a gesture.)
Our other neighbor Charlene had told/asked her to light candles for Cayde. I appreciated that. Each and every one. I do not feel religion should be a stumbling block between us but a commonality, a way if no other that we can grasp hands and say...bless you....you are loved by someone higher and bigger and more powerful than me.
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