My husband had said he would like to go back to San Antonio sometime. Lackland Air Force Base is there. He had been there in 1963, arriving for boot camp 3 days after his high school graduation. And we had been there together in 1990 when his son graduated from boot camp. The Riverwalk is also there, and is where we spent much of our time in 1990.
Last week we went back to San Antonio. To relive some memories. To make some new ones. To relax and rest. Our hotel was 2 blocks away from the Riverwalk. Nice, because we didn’t reserve a car. We walked everywhere. To the restaurants and pubs, to the shops, to the movie theaters, to Walgreens for our daily dose of chocolate. We didn’t make it to the base. We did make it to our favorite restaurants more than once! Our last night in San Antonio was extra special. Lorenza drove up from Brownsville to join us after dinner. We hadn’t seen each other in five years, not since Arizona when I joined her on the streets for a week. And it’s next to impossible to catch up on five years in a couple of hours. So, instead, we talked about our present realities and our future possibilities. And laughed. And loved. And called it a night before we drove our waiter nuts. As we walked with Lorenza to her vehicle, we passed Homeless Jesus, a statue outside of St. Mary’s Catholic Church. One recognizes he is Jesus because of the holes in the tops of his feet, which is the only part of his body peeking out from under his blanket. A vivid reminder that Christ is among us. Always. Everywhere. In every one. And I remember … the man we had spoken to who sat in the shade with his two beautiful dogs each day. The wheelchair-bound man we chatted with while walking the same path. The young man, Steve, who had attended a Mennonite camp in North Platte as a boy and for whom we bought a meal. And my sister, Lorenza, who bought our meal, laughed with us, and showed us love. Christ among us. Always. Everywhere. In every one. Grace and peace … --Pastor Pat
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