cinco de mayo and other such myths…

You’re getting ready to buy that pack of cerveza Corona, slice limes and wonder why lemons would come in green, ready to celebrate Cinco de Mayo–

Mexico is party and big sombreros, crunchy tacos, and chunky salsa. Mexico is sancodaymayo.

Your friends come over, cilantro sticks to the door frames, and Pitbull is on full blast- you celebrate with a piñata. And maybe the sangria that you made with frozen fruit and sprite spills on your green and red outfit.

Between bites of store-bought “guac” and corn chips, you remind your friends to fund you. This is a great opportunity to explain your heart for the people of Mexico. Your pronunciation of the x flows into the hard jota of the spanish you learned in middle school. You talk about shining light in a city that is called to be reminded of the freedom they have in Christ; you were given a word from god to sit with them (nobody questions if Mexicans do anything but sit).

And in Mexico, May 5th is a holiday, but it’s as relevant to Mexico as President’s Day is to the U.S. It’s the annual remembrance of a battle won against the French in the mid 1800s, and only primarily celebrated in the state of Puebla. Independence Day is in September-

Y Mexico, Mexico lindo y querido…

You’ll never be in it as long as the god you listen to cannot tell you more than
“go and reclaim the nations” and the only darkness you see is past your own hands.