Yesterday my beloved took me to dinner at Blanco Cocina Cantina in downtown Phoenix where we both feasted on the best fajitas we have ever enjoyed in our entire lives! It brought back memories of the first time we ever tried fajitas. Both Jerry and I grew up in the Midwest in an era when Mexican food was something we thought was consumed only by Mexicans way down south of the border. When we first moved to Texas in 1974 we cautiously tried cheese enchiladas with beans and rice at El Chico’s, a chain restaurant. At the time we thought it was just great. With several moves across Texas (always a step ahead of the Texas Rangers because we were criminals on the run……kidding!) our tastes evolved to include taco salads and burritos. It wasn’t until about 1984 when we were living in Carrollton, Texas that we met a couple from church who couldn’t believe we had never tried fajitas. They invited us to their home for dinner and we had our first sampling of fajitas. So yesterday as we were enjoying this culinary delight, my memory exploded with wonderful thoughts of our first introduction to fajitas. Thank you, Don and Janie Wimberly, for this precious memory!!!
The downside of this story makes me very sad. On our way yesterday to Blanco’s, we drove down Jefferson Street where we saw many little tents occupied by homeless. To drive past that scene and then sit down in a beautiful restaurant to enjoy amazing food wasn’t as pleasurable as we had hoped because our conversation kept returning to those precious souls living in tents, most likely cold and hungry. We recalled the few times we joined folks from a local church to take sandwiches, water bottles and some basic life essentials to the homeless in downtown Phoenix. Sadly, we haven’t done that for a long time. I am uncertain if caring for the poor and marginalized is the central tenet of the gospel, but I was reminded of Matthew 25:40 where Jesus commands us to “care for the least of these”. Then Jerry and I discussed the thousands who will be pouring into our country from south of the border, most likely exhausted and hungry and certainly not arriving legally. How can we help them when we cannot even begin to care for the thousands of homeless already here in Phoenix, Seattle, Portland, San Francisco, LA, Chicago and NY? You get the picture, and you have seen the pictures, incredibly and seriously sad. I wish we had the answer to this crisis in our country. Perhaps you have some ideas like giving up that $600 stimulus check to help the poor. Maybe if all those citizens who say we should tear down the wall would be willing to tear down the walls and gates around their homes and communities and would agree to take in at least one family each, we could make a difference. In closing, If Only I Knew, a favorite little book by Lance Wubbels, here are my thoughts he so beautifully expressed: “If only I knew that no one ever sees the same thing, in exactly the same light, I would have found more pleasure in others’ opinions, even when they did not share mine.”
We would seriously love it if you would share your opinions in the “comments” section. Until next time, Happy Valentine’s Day, stay well and may the Lord bless and keep you in His care!