Vincente, the Iguana Boy

Let me introduce you to my friend Vincente.  Vincente grew up in a large family in Central Mexico.  Being the youngest, it was his  task to catch and kill iguanas for the family dinner, hence the nickname Iguana Boy.  In his early twenties Vincente and his wife came to the U.S. to better their hopes for their three daughters. (I don’t know if they were illegal aliens or not.)  In time they acquired their citizenship.  Vincente scrimped and saved every penny possible from whatever work he could find until he’d saved enough to partner with a friend on a small Mexican restaurant.  But something wasn’t right with Vincente’s health.  He grew progressively weaker until one Friday night his extended family gathered round his bed in a “death watch.”

Enter his friend Myron.  Myron asked my hubby to go with him to pray for this man who was believed to be dying.  Reluctantly Richard agreed to go.  As the two prayed for Vincente’s healing, a powerful current of electricity started in Richard’s scalp, bounced to his feet and shot down his arm and into Vincente.  Healed, like the Apostle Peter’s mother-in-law, Vincente arose from his death bed.  Dramatic?  Yes, but that’s not the end of the story.  Vincente began studying the Bible with the two men.  He and his wife gave their hearts to the Lord and were baptized.

Dramatic?  Yes, but the story doesn’t end here either.  God had a plan for the Iguana Boy’s life.  This morning Richard and I ran into Vincente at Sizzler’s Mother’s Day brunch, along with his daughters (and a granddaughter).  We learned that the youngest of his three girls had just completed her R.N. training and is looking for work here in the valley.  The middle daughter is finishing her Master’s degree in social work.  And the eldest  is employed as a licensed respiratory therapist.  (Her daughter attends a Christian school in the area.)  What a legacy for the Iguana Boy!  What a blessed inheritance for the family of God!  What a revenue gain for America!

Aliens? Vincente is a first generation American from Mexico.  My husband Richard is a second generation American from Italy.  And my family came from England in the 1600’s–all immigrants in search of a better life; and all have contributed immeasurably to their adopted country.  The words of Deuteronomy 24:14 KJV apply to each generation.  “Do not oppress …the strangers that are in thy land…”

So the next time you hear someone berating the “aliens” in the land, praise God for Vincente, the Iguana Boy and a God “who makes all things work together for good for them who love Him and are called according to His purpose.” Romans 8:28 NIV

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