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  Even in old age they will still produce fruit, they will remain vital and green. Psalm 92: 14 There’s not much green out there in the desert. Wide open spaces, and a train that howls in the night as it rides over hundreds of miles of track. Lights more bright on one side of town than another. I’ve stood on the view point looking down over El Paso, Texas into Juarez, Mexico and let myself be mesmerised by the stony hills and dusty roads. When I was growing up, this is where I would visit my aunt and uncle and cousins. Every family celebration meant crossing the Rio Grande that wasn’t but a strip of water, and head into that section of Juarez that had my uncle’s favourite restaurant, El Camino Real. Best arroz con pollo with music! Now days, there is this fence. There’s the violence and the drugs. Before my uncle passed away a couple of years ago, he hosted our last whole-family celebration gathered around a long table in a different restaurant. This restaurant went a little more o...