The study of religion is engaging, and studying the “Christ” figure of Fidencismo even more so, for, although bifurcated off Catholocism, Fidencismo is a nascent religion in process. Often, I imagined I was like the apostle Luke as I took the gospel of Nino Fidencio back north across the Rio Grande to the Anglos.
The dissemination of Nino’s gospel (my thesis), earned me respect, for there were those who doubted a middle aged, non-Spanish speaking, WASP woman could pull off such indigenous Mexican research. I didn’t tell anybody that my tireless dedication was because I suffered from secret Deseo under the spell of one of Fidencismo’s priests. That would be Alberto, the curandero. He didn’t mind a bit translating for me.
Just call me Luke(a) when I blog José Fidencio de Jesús Sintora Constantino (1898-1938), his photographs, and the Fiesta rituals that are more eye-popping than Sunday services in a Protestant church.