There is a house on our morning commute whose owner has anointed himself as the neighborhood prophet. Sort of like a block parent, for those old enough to remember the concept, only with creepier signage and no milk and cookies.
No, in true prophetic fashion, this person doesn’t ask for permission and he certainly doesn’t make apologies. He simply reportsinterprets the news. And he’s been doing this a longs as we’ve lived in Stockton. There is a pickup parked down the street with similar declarations, only bigger, on whitewashed plywood and festooned with American flags. As a service to you, dear reader, I’ll find out the pickup prophet and the prophet of El Dorado Street are one in the same. I hope to make his signage a semi-regular offering here on I Write The Blogs.
In the meantime, enjoy these gems.
A friend of mine sent me the following New York Times article on the phenomenon of Hispanics losing their religion as they assimilate to life in the United States. The article closed with the following passage, which, even in an article full of thought-provoking passages, found disturbing:
Jesus Cerritos, a 37-year-old construction worker who immigrated from Mexico 18 years ago, said he spent his weekends running errands, going to Wal-Mart and watching television. His children, ages 11 and 9, tell him that church is boring and that they have no desire to go, but Mr. Cerritos has mixed feelings.
“Here, the people get more materialistic,” Mr. Cerritos said. “The culture here is really barren. There’s no traditions.”
If he were still living in his hometown of Guanajuato, he said, “I would probably go to church.” Continue reading