Doing the Lord's work

We got up, and I went to a Fed EX station to mail the troublesome Kahlua. I got it off and returned home to get ready for the trip to the Mexican Colonia. Evelyn met me there after exercising. We had twenty vehicles in the entourage. We rode with some friends who had their big honken diesel truck full of 45+ bags of food, one for each family. We took our camera and drove across the international bridge, down the levy road (one of the bumpiest roads imaginable) and into the Colonia. The people began to crowd around the vehicles, anticipating the distribution. We were parked in and had to wait while Santa distributed toys to the children and the parents came to points where various kinds of shoes and clothing (ropa) were laid out on sheets of plastic. It was fairly well controlled by some of the young men in the community who spoke English. The mothers were allowed to come and gather a limited amount of goods. Last year we had much less control and many gathered armloads. No one really blamed them; many of them had little else to wear. After the orderly distribution, the families came for the bags of food we had (most weighing 40-45 lbs) that were marked with the names of those to receive the bag. Often 7 names were on the bags because of the number of people living in the “house”. We also delivered bags of citrus fruit. For some reason they don’t have access to any trees there, even though the Valley is full of them. They love to receive citrus. We left when we could and went into Nuevo Progreso so I could get a haircut and give the young man who usually cuts my hair some letters so he could put his name on his mirror as the other barbers had. I didn’t get him for my barber this time but did get an invitation that the shop owner has for the patrons at her home (Gloria’s is the name of the shop). All the young men and women who work there are Christians. The sign in the shop says “To God be the Glory”. We had to hurry back to Weslaco so I could have a quick lunch and run out to the Palms at Mid Valley to play golf with some people from our church. We played best ball and rode carts. The golf pro gave me my annual free round so I only had to pay for the cart. I also bought a 10 play card at a discount so I will have to play that many times this winter. My back was really hurting, probably from lifting the bags of food. I wish I could blame my back for my score but can’t do that in good conscience. I have played that poorly in a healthy state. Of course, I have played better too. I came home after dark and had dinner. I then sat with an ice pack on my back. I hope it and a night of rest clears up the situation.