Today, sixty years ago, my sisters and I received the most exciting news. We had a “fire-fighter” in the family! That was the funny way the midwife explained the “difference” between us girls and the little boy who had just been born. His little “hose” made a bee-line right into her pocket! Do you get the picture?
I was seven at the time. I had two little sisters and now also a brother. We all had a name we loved: Pepito. In Spanish it’s a nick-name for those called Joseph. My parents didn’t want to name him Joseph, but rather Per as my dad, and why his second name is Roland was probably a “prophesy” about his future. Roland became my brother’s father-in- law! Even if he was named Per Roland we called him Pepito, which evolved into Pepe. And that is what he’s been all these years. He’s not Dr Pepper, but Doctor Pepe! (You can read about my brother in my blog for this day in 2011.)
As I’m writing I receive devastating news from Peru. Not for the people involved but for those left behind. Cristina’s dad is my brother’s friend. Recently he lost his best friend to death. Today the wife of that friend has passed, and she was Cristina’s mom’s best friend. It hurts me as if it was family I lost. Cristina has become like a daughter. They are grieving the loss, but those who have gone before us are rejoicing in the presence of Jesus.
This evening they will have a wake and tomorrow the funeral. That’s how they do it in South America. It has to be a quick burial.
The word the Lord gave us yesterday at church through a prophesy will be our comfort this day. May you also find strength, joy and peace through Jesus Christ out Lord.