Our 2009 Amador Model

by Paco Amador 30. January 2009 06:17

Last Tuesday night just around midnight my wife and I made our way to Saint Anthony Hospital, on Chicago's west side, where Sylvia delivered a very healthy, good looking and awesome baby boy—our biggest one yet—baby Jonatan Israel Amador. Our 2009 model. With zero miles.  
 
Regarding Sylvia, what can I say, she is a pro!  Together with Sandy, the same doctor who has delivered every one of our kids, they make the perfect tag team. Is there a delivery room olympics anywhere out there?  
 
So after two pushes, and a truly authentic Kamikaze yell, plop! a kid came out splashing the doctor with weird nasty liquids, looking smug with the cord wrapped around his neck as if wearing a scarf. He immediately convinced us of his possible future as an opera singer. Lungs working well? Check that. 
 
After a few seconds I got to cut the cord to our seventh and last baby. Our house is officially full. As most of you know, before getting married, Sylvia and I had asked the Lord for seven "escuinclitos".  And here they are. Thank you Lord for answered prayers!   
 
Off course the second that Israel was given to Sylvia to hold for the first time her entire attitude and disposition changed.  It is amazing the difference that a few inches make. Just a little while ago he was inside her belly, a source of much pain and tribulation, now he was on the outside, a fountain of joy.   
 
On the first afternoon of my son’s life I made the mistake of going to a working lunch meeting (figured Sylvia would be sleeping all through that time and I would get lunch: wont miss anything important) and so for the third time I missed my son’s circumcision. I figured I could have done a prayer or something.  On second thought, it might not have been so bad to miss that. After all I am a pastor not a Rabbi, thank God.    

In its original Hebrew, Israel means: wrestler, one who wrestles with God. Could you imagine anything more dramatic than circumcising someone named Israel! I asked Sylvia if he put up a fight? Seems like he was overpowered by nurses and doctors. Hmmm, bola de montoneros! Venganse uno por uno!  Where’s Nacho when you need him!  

The jury still out on our little Israel’s temperament. My hopes, though, rest on an alternate meaning of the name: “One who fights for God”. May he choose his battles wisely. 
 
Jonatan, also a Hebrew name, means, “Given by God”. What could be more appropriate than that? Here is the son who has come to brighten our hearts, God’s way of blessing us. Could this be God’s solid way of saying SHALOM to our family. We’ll take that. Thank you Lord.

 

Who Knew!

by Paco Amador 23. January 2009 12:02

It’s amazing how good our God is. Who knew!

A few weeks ago Manny Valdez was sorting out some old papers and bumped into a note that said: “January 22nd 2002: launch Little Village’s English congregation.”  In some ways it seems like it was just yesterday when several of us got together thinking that we could reach English speaking people in Little Village for Christ. How foolish we were.

Still, here we are seven years later, many gray hairs later, many babies later.  Some of us have put on some weight, some have managed to lose it, many have changed jobs, some real good friends have moved on following our Lord’s plan for them, others have married, a great many new friends have joined us and what was once just a small home group has truly grown into a joyful, exciting and faith-filled congregation. 

These last seven years have not been easy. We have learned many lessons the hard way.  I suspect that many of us have the scars to prove it. We have also taken many steps of wild faith together. Many prayers have driven our crazy ideas. I still feel as unqualified to be a pastor as the day we began.

But above any struggle, or any difficulty that we could have ever encounter, the one constant that shines brightest in our past is the one characteristic that will continue to light the way ahead. Sylvia and I have found refuge in it during dark days. It has pushed us forward during times of sluggish faith. In days of strength, we have seen how it has led us to victory. It is the fact that God has truly made us a family. This little congregation began with a clear passion to be “a family of love which cooperates with God…” Daily I thank God that he has allowed me to be part of this great and awesome family. 

It’s amazing how good our God is. Who Knew!