The Ordination

On Sunday evening, Austin and I, as well as others from our church, had the pleasure of attending a friend's ordination. 

It was held at his home church, where his father is the pastor. His family are Mexican, as are the majority of his father's congregation, so it was a wonderful, humbling experience to hear the word of God read aloud in both Spanish and English.   

I love the mishmash of cultures in Texas. I love the overheard Spanish conversations in line at Walmart. I love the feeling of awe when my banker slips seamlessly from English to Spanish and back again. I love hearing the cheeky beat of mariachi music when the workers across the street clock off and start playing cards. The Mexican influence here adds richness and texture.

Our friend gave his testimony at his ordination. His family had a history of alcoholism, but then one man shared the Gospel with his grandfather, and his grandfather shared it with his father, and his father shared it with him. Healing, clarity and hope came to that family. It's amazing to think that one person's boldness in sharing his faith had a ripple affect that spread across three generations, and will continue to spread forever.  

It was an extremely moving service, full of prayer and singing and big, arms-wrapping-three-times-around-you hugs. 

Later, there was a reception at the family home, where we munched nachos and queso and imagined our friend at five-years-old sitting in his every-boy's-dream attic room nurturing those first seeds of faith in his heart. 

Anything is possible with a bit of faith-filled boldness. 



FYI: The skunks are multiplying! Two of them were out and about the other night when hubby and I arrived home. They really are the cutest little animals. It's a shame they're so flatulent.