(I preached today in our home church in Mexico City (Asamblea Cristiana). I will share my sermon with you here and in the next few blogs)
I grew up in a town called Hamden in southern Connecticut and I lived in a neighborhood which consisted mainly of Italians. Our town and the surrounding area enjoyed the best pizza places and Italian bakeries, owned and operated by many Italian immigrants and their families. It seemed that everyone had names like Proscino, Velardi, Fiondella, and Cappucci - and that was just my mother's side of the family. In fact, as a youngster, I thought everyone in the whole world was Italian, because that was the world in which I lived.
