May 5th 2025,
Dear Diary,
Well, today’s drive back from Black Duck for our state bishops conflab took a flavorful detour. Fr. Gilbert might have perfect hair, but his driving sometimes leaves me anxious, if I’m not asleep in back pretending to do paperwork. When we got some gas, G managed to back into a food truck. Not just any food truck, mind you! It was a rolling cathedral of Cuban culinary glory named – I wrote it down – El Sabor de Maria. No one was hurt, unless you count Gilbert’s pride and the truck’s side panel.
The truck cook, a cheerful man named Ernesto in one of those spiffy Yogi Berra shirts, recognized me as the bishop and waved it off like he’d seen far worse and told a story about how once he got hit by a runaway cawinsiniera float. After exchanging insurance details and holy cards – Fr. Gilbert hands them out like his mother hands out lumpia – we were invited to stay for lunch. It would have been rude not to accept, right?
And what a lunch! Moho pork that could convert vegans, black beans that made me question my vocation, and fried plantains that tasted like the mercy of God. Fr. Gilbert, still a little shaken, asked if “el pastor dispensation” covered second helpings. I said yes. Several times.
As we sat on awful plastic stools beside truck, I wondered about divine providence putting that truck in our way on the exact right day, the “sinko de mayo” which they celebrate down there. At one point, just to lighten things up I asked for some “mayo for the moho” but I don’t think they got it. Gilbert had a brief coughing thing for a moho. HAH! Anyway, minor collisions and major flavors.
Funny how even when G screws up it turns out okay.
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+F. Atticus is clearly ready for an “immersion experience” South of the boarder, you know, “orthopraxis”, forming base ecclesial communities, no need to worry about the formalities of doctrine or liturgy. He should also broaden his culinary experience to the Brazilian part of South America, too, and start cheering for “real” football, not American gridiron.
Ven Kingdom Ven….. ha!
>Fr. Gilbert might have perfect hair, but his driving sometimes leaves me anxious
>black beans that made me question my vocation
Haha.
Fr Z obviously if you see this you have access to your laptop, most likely, but just in case. This works sometimes for both laptops and definitely phones. When its dead and you know its charged, hold the on button in for a few minutes. Ours springs to life like Lazarus when this happens.
Ok, the Ven Kingdom Ven is funny, but, unfortunately, not original: Archbishop Garcia Siller of San Antonio’s episcopal motto is “Ven Holy Spirit Ven” which makes Father Z’s humorous blog closer to reality than I would like.
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@tzabiega: I had no clue. Thanks for pointing it out. Even as somebody who is fluent in both English and Spanish, I find such language mix-ups quite cringey. Thank the Lord for the TLM.
Why not simply, “Veni Sante Spiritu” for Archbishop Garcia Siller.
For +Atticus, “Adveniat Regnum Tuum”.
My motto for priestly ordination almost 50 years ago: “Ad libertatem Christus nos liberavit”.
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