From another blogger about Sonia Sotomayor

I currently read a blog from a women who moved from New York to Puerto Rico a few years ago. Her posting is below and to me very interesting. Enjoy!

Locos por Sonia!

"Del barrio al Tribunal Supremo." (Translation: "From the 'hood to the Supreme Court") "¡Bravo, Sonia!" These were today's headlines from two of the major local papers here on the island. In case you haven't heard, President Obama has nominated Sonia Sotomayor, an appeals court judge in New York, to the U.S Supreme Court. Puerto Ricans are ecstatic! El Nuevo Día, the island's main paper, over five articles about Judge Sotomayor can be found in today's paper alone. Relatives on the island have been interviewed, Sotomayor's bank account balances have been published, and of course, her Horatio Alger life story.

I find it refreshing to finally have a Puertoriqueña with intellect to gain so much media attention here. Normally, beauty queens and swimsuit models are the subject of interest on the island, to my chagrin. Puerto Ricans are definitely proud of Sotomayor, whom many consider to be just a liberal replacing a liberal (Judge David Souter). However, she has ruled against an abortion-rights organization in the past, and so I wouldn't be too quick to put her in the liberal category.


“A wise Latina woman with the richness of her experiences would more often than not reach a better conclusion than a white male who hasn’t lived that life," Judge Sotomayor once said. Obviously, one's life experiences, ideologies, and beliefs do naturally affect the decisions one makes, and I do hope Judge Sotomayor will provide the court with another point of view to reflect the growing diversity of the U.S.


(FYI: "Loca por Sonia!" translates to "Crazy About Sonia!")
(Images above were obtained from www.primerahora.com and www.endi.com).
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New Country, New Journeys

About a month ago, Joe and I travelled to San Juan, Puerto Rico for a very important meeting with all of the church and denominational leaders. Before we bring My Hope to a country we desire and request that the leaders offer us an invitation and their support. Without the support of the majority of the leaders My Hope can't proceed, we need them. During this meeting we explain the processes and phases of the project. That this isn't a crusade or festival, but a TV project that is produced for that specific country as a tool for evangelism, using music/artists and testimonies from people(some well known, others less so)of the country we are in. Then through training the pastors to train their congregation to invite their friends and family who do not know Jesus Christ as their Savior, to their home for one or all three of the nights we broadcast. We put the program on national TV at prime time, for anyone to see. The meeting was amazing. Often times these meetings are the first time leaders from all Christian denominations have been in the same room let alone asked to work together. But it is so amazing to see God work through these leaders and pastors as they work together. It breaks down so many walls.
At the end of the meeting after everyone who wants, signs the invitation, we ask for recommendations for our national leaders and committees.


Over the course of the past month Joe and the other team members began sending out the invitations to the leaders and pastors who were chosen to be apart of the committees.
Then on Thursday, Joe and I officially moved to San Juan! God has so lovingly provided for us a car and a temporary apartment. And we praise him for those provisions.


Next week the committee members will meet for the first time and several very important decisions have to be made. So I ask you, Friends and Family to please pray for God's hand over these meetings, for no personal agendas to intrude. I ask that you pray for guidance and wisdom for Joe, Greg, and David as they lead the meetings. Please also begin to pray that the Holy Spirit start working in the hearts of those who will see the programs.
Joe and I want to thank each of you for your love and support over the past few years and we know that without your prayers we would not survive!

The Bane of my last two days

As many of you know, Joe and I, during this past week have been at Joe's parents house. Many know it as "the Farm" or by some of its qualities like the tack house, or the goats, or Emma. Joe's parents went out of town on Saturday and on Monday I was going to plant some tomato plants for Jan(Joe's mom). As I am preparing the area to plant I notice Emma, the Mott's 12 year old Great Pyrenees. She looks like a giant polar bear. I get the brilliant idea that I am going to let Emma out of the 3 acre goat pasture since I was outside and that way I could love on her when I was done planting. So all is good for about 2 minutes.... I turn to turn off the hose and head to where Emma is standing to commence "love on her time" and she isn't there. Joe and I had been warned, over a period of a few weeks, that Emma had a streak of wandering and so she was placed in the goat pasture to keep her fenced in and it allows her a the fun of chasing the goats too. So I ran to the bottom of the hill, shouted for her...nothing. I go to the end of the driveway...nothing. For a dog that acts so old and feeble and arthritic and senile, she sure did move fast. I hopped in the car and headed for the neighboring community and drove around calling for her, drove home, checked for messages from maybe a neighbor, then called Davidson PD, Charlotte PD, Cornelius PD and Huntersville PD. I reported her lost, gave all my information and then headed back to the car to start looking again.(The reason I called all is b/c all of those city lines cross within a few blocks of "the Farm" ) After several hours I received a phone call from Cornelius PD saying Emma has been seen at a Baptist church down the road. Short of hanging up on the officer, I ran to the car, drove to the church...but no Emma. A maintenance man said she was there a few hours before but had moved on in the direction of the woods at the back of the church. So my search continued, and continued with Joe once he got home. I had been in every neighborhood, down every private driveway and in many neighboring pastures. Around 7pm Monday night Joe and I called it quits as the sun went down and the rain moved in. The next morning, Joe had to head to the airport, but my searching began early. With Joe out of town I had planned on heading to my parent's house and had the pet sitter already lined up. I decided I would make a loop around the suspected area where I thought Emma was (though she was probably in the woods and probably ignoring me) but it had rained all night and was still raining. Some time around noon I got a phone call. A woman down the road was able to lure Emma onto her front porch. I rush over to find not the elegant white dog that ran off the day before, but Emma who had been painted by North Carolina mud. She was caked in it, with thorns and burrs stuck in her fur and something matted on her that smelled like manure. Luckily I didn't have far to go. I suited up in a rain jacket and rubber gloves and bathed Emma, having to soap her up several times. But she was clean, fed and safe back in her goat pasture for the pet sitter to never know the difference.