Hello again, Mom! I'm aching
from hiking from an unholy height to an unholy place. Went to
an ancient pyramid that was the temple of some ancient, nasty tempered
god. Beautiful. Far more than I expected. Picked
up a couple of goodies and Xmas gifts. Food is yummy and my
tummy is amazingly ok. Tim and Annette warned me that decrease
in air pressure (we are 9,000 ft. above sea level) can cause all gases
to expand in one's system, and I am experiencing the truth of that,
but so far, Montezuma has left me alone.
What a week! I am so exhausted. Tim
and Annette have been keeping me busy: pyramids (3 of them), museums,
really nifty towns and lots of great food. And still no upset tummy!!!!
Praise God and pass the penicillin!
Today we went to Teotihuacan (don't
try to pronounce it, I can't.) It's an ancient ruined city with,
among other things, 2 giant pyramids, one to the moon and one to the
sun. As it happens to be an equinox (March 20), all kinds of folks
were there, dressed in virginal white to get the "super-charged" energy
that was sparking all over the place... if these 20th century pagans
are to be believed. We witnessed Bizarre spiritual chants and invocations,
plus strange group worship involving chanting and something that looked
like fast Tai Chi. Weird, and vaguely disturbing (mostly because so
many people are choosing this ancient, bloody site to seek some sort
of spiritual energy and blessing. I guess it's no sadder than neo-Druids
gathering around the Beltane fire on hilltops and stone circles in
Britain... except the "druids" have more exotic clothing.)
a little pre-hispanic pagan jig to some God
How do you redeem a culture full
of bloody paganism? Columba and Mungo and Aidan and Patrick did it
in the British Isles 1500 years ago. This culture here in Mexico
has many, many things of which to be proud, but without a relationship
with God (the one God, the only true God) it is doomed. God can redeem
a culture, a people, and a society, but the individuals of that society
must turn to the King of Kings for the redemption of their individual
Yesterday, on the other hand, these
manic and maniac Gulicks treated me to a massage. Wonderful! An oasis
day in a desert of activity. Except desert implies dry and lifeless
and this week has been anything but dry and lifeless. Annette and
I have talked and talked and talked. Surprising that we still have
voices. I've learned so much about the culture and history of Mexico.
Did I tell you that the scenery is beautiful? I can see myself coming
back. I think I'll choose the wetter, greener season. My Florida eyes
are not used to so much yellow and brown and orange. My hiking boots
are covered, layered, coated, draped in dust!
I have enjoyed meeting friends of
Tim and Annette's, people whom I have read about in their newsletters.
Kinda neat. Everyone has been so kind and and gracious to this gringo.
I know so much more how to pray for the work they are doing here.
Annette and Susan in downtown Toluca
Best of all has been seeing my friends
again. I have missed them a great deal, but they are here where they
are supposed to be... doing great work. I'll be back, if they'll have
S u s a n