Posted December 30, 2023.
My niece got married a couple weeks ago. It was a beautiful wedding in a barn on a dreary winter day (when we had winter for a few minutes). It was a perfect wedding for that couple. I was thinking how I’d revise the service if I was the one getting married – I’d start with purging all mentions of “obey,” then take out “Jesus,” and maybe change all the other words.
I texted “Found Jesus” to a friend this week, but it was a different guy. Bob and I flew into Cancun and needed transportation to our hotel in Tulum, and as Todd has a place down here, he knows who to call (actually WhatsApp) for these things and hooked us up with Don Jesus to drive us down. Departing Cancun airport is a bit of a circus, but we finally connected with Jesus and were on our way to Tulum.
Jesus had his wife with him, so he wouldn’t have to drive back alone. Terry hopped out to say hello, and it was clear that she was from the south – but not this far south. Terry is from Texas. Terry and Jesus met there when they were both in their 20s, got married, and had baby Christa. When Christa was 2, they split up, divorced, and lost touch…for 42 years. They each married other people, Jesus moved to Mexico, and that might have been that, except Christa, now 44, decided to track down her dad, found him in Mexico, and when she and her mother were on a cruise, Jesus met up with them on their day excursion to Playa del Carmen. Decades after they first met, now both newly single, Jesus and Terry re-connected, re-fell in love, and Terry is splitting her time between the US and Mexico. They’re in their late 60s and early 70s. They’re having a blast, hanging out and listening to music and living their paradise. Jesus lives!
What an incredible story. I told Terry and Jesus that even if one of them ends up murdering the other with a machete, it still would be an extraordinary real-life fairy tale.