Quesadillas don’t come with queso inside. I know, what? It’s in the name… I have spent a few days trying to think of a way to compare my first full week in Mexico. Then finally while sitting down for lunch with a few friends the comic relief my confusion provided made me realize I had found the perfect comparison. Things are simply done a little different around here. In one of my support meetings a close friend of mine expressed that he is interested to see how Mexico changes me as well as see the impact I will have on Mexico. He encouraged me to have an open mind and learn from their way of life. I am thankful this conversation came to mind, because there was a little more to learn from this lunch than quesadillas, dont come with queso inside.
Today I was able to do a little sightseeing and explore one of the landmarks of CDMX, El Castillo De Chapultepec. It is currently the museum for the nation’s history. It was once occupied as a military base and college as well. The castillo is located on top of a hill that overlooks the entire city. There are rooms of gold, rooftop gardens, tranquil fountains as well as art, jewelry, and artifacts highlighting the nations history. I spent several hours there and still felt like I cut the trip a bit short.
Being surrounded by all this rich history, I decided to spend some time reflecting on my experiences over the past couple of weeks. This time may have been the most significant period of change in my life. I said goodbye to family, met 15 new friends and coworkers, went through orientation over this new city, moved in with my host family, and attended a new church where I will be spending a lot of time over the next two years. Even with all this, the event that came to mind was lunch after church this past Sunday.
I am attending a Presbyterian Church called El Redentor. It is a small church compared to US standards. About 100 people in total, a wide range of people, friendly and conservatively dressed. Definitely no flip flops and hawaiian shirts in a Mexican Church. One person stood out amongst the rest, he was wearing a worn out jacket, faded jeans and dirty tennis shoes. What struck me the most was not that he was choosing to attend church but that so many of his peers were graciously accepting him. There was no judgement, no strange looks. Only welcoming hand shakes and friendly conversation.
After service I attended lunch with a group of young people a part of a 25+ group who frequently spend Sundays together. They had invited this young man to join, welcomed him into the group and even paid for his meal. I think he had about 10 cokes during the deal. My Mom always taught me that actions speak louder than words. I am thankful for that belief because while I did not understand the conversations, the jokes, or even the church sermon that day, I did understand the compassion demonstrated by the members of my new church. My two years here are just beginning, but if this past Sunday is any indication of my time here it looks like I will be in good company. I am excited to get to know the congregation and see how El Redentor can spread the love of Christ throughout Mexico.