We are in the midst of the Patriotic Holidays here in Panamá. Today is Flag Day, and the majority of our youth were out marching, as were some of our adults (Padre, I won't be at service Sunday morning as I will be marching with the Lions). Here is a photo of children marching with flags from last year. The photographer is Eric Jackson. He has lots of photos of lots of parades over at The Panama News. Eric is a member of our extended family.
I read that, due to the implementation of the Patriot Act, the new flag in the U.S.A. will look like this:
Okay! We also celebrated All Saints Sunday this morning at Parroquia Episcopal San Cristóbal. Three little girls were baptized and welcomed to the Family of God.
Kehimy, Génesis Tamara, and Valerie were baptized this morning.
Kehimy is a big girl! Little Génesis Tamara is sleeping.
Little Valerie sleeps while Padre shows los Padrinos the correct page.
Here is Génesis Tamara being baptized. Ricardo Staples in the background, looking like he's ready to jump in if needed!
The Choir sings the anthem: "Baptize Us Anew"
I decided to join Ricardo Staple and organist Reynaldo Taylor during the final Communion hymn "Glory, Glory, Hallelujah! Since I Laid My Burden Down." Ricky and I really drove dat riddum and some people got excited, including members of the choir, and started dancing in their seats. Here is some photographic proof.
Here is a picture of Tulio and Darla, and their darling children Tulio, Monique, and baby Génesis Tamara.
We only had one service this morning as I have learned from past experience that the youth will all be out marching. The Lovely Mona and I looked forward to getting home early for once, but It Was Not To Be. As the Lovely Mona drove us down the street and started to turn left from Calle Decima onto Calle Once, we were hit by a van (on the driver's side). The force of the collision sent us flying down the street and we only stopped when I pulled on the parking brake. We are both fine, but the car is bang up again! We were hit by the Municipio Rescate or Municipal Rescue group. The driver claimed he was honking at us as he tried to pass us (on a turn!?!) but we never heard a horn or siren or anything (and we weren't listening to Cheap Teenaged Music at high volume). He didn't have his lights flashing, either. We waited only two hours for the Transito to show up (that's really good, especially for a holiday. I know people who have waited eight hours for the Transito to appear!). Mona has a court appointment for November 20, which is pretty soon, too. I guess it helps to be hit by a Government vehicle. Most of the neighborhood were witnesses and vouched for us and said that they hadn't heard any horn or siren either. The guy who hit us asked me if I was a priest, and after I answered in the affirmative, he said "I've never hit a priest's car before." I'm wondering how many different cars he HAS hit! So, the Lovely Mona and I will be taking taxis for a while until the court date and our insurance company settles with us.
What a day!
Ow! Our car.
The Other Guy
The Accident Scene