From Mexico to California

People are the same and people are different. I recently spent 5 days across the border with Mexico and 7 days in L.A. So, I'm somewhat of an authority on this.
The people in the villages that line the Rio Grande, just across from Texas, have families they love, jobs to go to (sometimes), rent to pay, homework to do, and needs to feel loved, secure, significant, and empowered. So do the people in upscale L.A. Or in low-rent L.A. for that matter.
People in L.A. are also lazy...and industrious, loud and reserved, light and dark, happy and sad...you get the idea. So are the people in Mexico, they are almost identical in their differences. Neither think they need anything eternal. They live to work and work to live. They mark life's passages by days and hours not by eons and epochs. Sometimes they mark life by its passings and passages; deaths, graduations, sweet sixteens and Quincenaras.
They don't know they are hurtling towards eternity. They don't know they were put here for a reason much bigger than themselves. They don't know that eternal salvation is real. They don't know what they are doing. Jesus said that. Remember? "Father forgive them for they know not what they do."
People in Fort Worth are just the same different.