I'm on a bit of a road trip from L.A. to New Mexico.
I drove 562 miles today, which included hours through the boiling hot East Mojave during which I was afraid my tires would melt, followed by hours of lightning storms, a brief burst of hail, and rain so torrential whole lines of people were pulling over to the side with their flashers on.
I actually got off the freeway and sat for awhile by the side of a cow field scarfing down vegetable chips and praying I didn't drown in a flash flood.
I wheeled into Holbrook, Arizona just in time to check into the Hotel 6 and zip down to Our Lady of Guadalupe for 5:30 Mass. The priest gave a beautiful homily on the parable of the sower and the seed (Matthew 13:1-23) and how the point of the parable is the power of the word of God, that the word of God is unbelievably powerful. But in order to take root it needs us. God doesn't just work magic. Our hearts have to be open and the soil has to be prepared so that we have eyes to see and ears to hear.
Afterward I had a nice walk around the old part of town. Several folks waved and yelled hi from their porches. found the VFW, the cemetery, City Hall, and a ton of broken down mom-and-pop hotels, which was really nice. Down at the bandstand they were having a county fair which included a lot of frighteningly fattening food and a series of Native American dances.
People are poor and I saw a Native guy passed out drunk in front of the insurance office, clutching his cane, and I felt so sad at what we did. Just decimated entire cultures and peoples. Who could come back from that?