The dead vegetation by a road near our house |
The dirt road in front of our house |
Not long after the rains taper off, the green begins to disappear. Unpaved roads become powdery dust. Brown swiftly fills the scene and stays for the remainder of the dry season. A few hardy pines still show welcome green, but all the other vegetation dies. The landscape transforms from the flowers, leaves, and grass of the wet season to bleakness.
In late December or early January, cold winds start to sweep down from the volcanoes. They lift gritty dust in clouds, and the dirt flies into yards and homes and covers every surface in a fine layer. How welcome is the refreshing, cleansing rain when it returns in its season.
The dry season is like the spiritual lives of many people in our neighborhood. They continue in the dryness of rituals and traditions that cannot give them life. The years are cycles of worship of a variety of saints and of Mary, but a life-giving relationship with Jesus does not exist.
Please pray that we will bring the living water to the people of Huejotzingo.
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