Sometimes a terrible (mine) picture is more about feelings than perfection. As I write this my heart is welling up with gratitude for several things and yet breaking for other things. Bee Man is out of commission right now and I have just spoken to him. I ponder right now on the surgeons and nurse’s that commit to seeing after the well-being of people.. day-to-day dealing with stuff and seeing so much that I would be grossed out by, having to see the yuck and contending with those that are torn up and in pain. To the very young doctor, that I don’t know,but only observed as you, checked my husband out in the ER, I thank you for your dedication for wanting to keep people alive. For striving to do the right thing and living with integrity of heart. My heart cries in thankfulness..and yet it conflicts with the voices I hear of late, that are trying to demean others and inciting slander and yet claiming to be people of faith and people of love. I am not hearing the love, I am not feeling the love, I am feeling only the sting of words. This morning I read.. The servant of the Lord must be gentle.. 2 Timothy 2:24. That gentleness will be demonstrated in your everyday actions, in your speech. God help us to see where we are off. Yes, sticks and stones can break bones, but words really hurt too…
Reymundo had a busy day ahead of him. While others might have visions of sugar plums dancing in their heads, he had visions of tamales, which were in demand at this time of year. The Richardson’s had given him free reign over the menu, since he became head cook and manager of South Fork Cafe. Each day, he counted his job a blessing. He had not forgotten his years as a dishwasher and busing tables. For a young man he had excellent work ethics and it was obvious to the owner’s that Rey, as they called him, was a keeper. Working hard was instilled at a very young age. He didn’t take his lifestyle for granted, as he recalled the challenges his parents faced as a young couple, with two young children, setting down in a place that was totally foreign to where they had come from in Mexico.
His parents Ernesto and Martina had been determined to do whatever it took to provide a comfortable lifestyle for their children. Rey recalled the hours spent at the small library, looking at picture books and wondering what the words said. His mother had been very shy and was embarrassed to speak up at first. But the library staff were patient and helped her to find books that would benefit her and her children. Eventually she got help from a tutor and that opened up her world. With new-found confidence, Martina began to think about how she could earn some income and she decided to go with what she did best. Sewing had been a hobby and she had plenty of experience making bright-colored outfits for her little girls by hand. In their early years, Ernesto worked two jobs and one day, he was able to buy a sewing machine for the love of his life. Martina was thrilled when Ernesto carried the machine through the door. It didn’t take her long to set up the machine.Hearing the hum of it, as she pieced little dresses together was a dream come true. Before long, word got out that she was available to alter clothing and Martina stayed busy and most important she was able to stay home with her young children.Now, Reymundo was thirty-eight and with a family of his own.As a toddler he had clung to his grandmother’s side, watching her every move as she made tortillas and cooked up huge portions of food to feed the workers on the ranch.His fascination with cooking continued to grow up into his teen years. Esperanza would have been very proud to see her grandson following in her footsteps. She was a wise woman and instructed her grandchildren, ” to always do good on this side of heaven.” She meant for them to work hard, respect the earth, the people and creatures on it. He heeded her advice. With those words he grew up to be a man of his word and of good character. He was known to whistle as he worked and the Richardson’s loved Rey and his family. It gave them gave them peace of mind knowing that they could depend on him. As Rey drove past the road that led to Hanks home, he realized that he had not seen his old buddy for a few weeks.It was time to pay him a visit and drop off a few tamales too. Christmas was a time to give and a wonderful opportunity to pay it forward.
Whatever you do, do your work heartily, as for the Lord, rather than man.