On November 7th, Steven and I visited Our Lady of Guadalupe Church in Hebbronville, TX. With permission, I recorded our talk during the tour of the church and the chapel and have posted the edited version here.
My name is Azalia Perez, and I’m the president of the Hebbronville Museum Foundation and member of the Jim Hogg County Historical Commission. I’m also an active parishioner of Our Lady of Guadalupe Church in Hebbronville.
This is O
ur Lady of Guadalupe Church. Our Franciscan friars got here in 1926 from the Province of the Saints Francis and Santiago, or James, in Guadalajara, Mexico; and they’ve been here ever since. The church is in the form of a cross. All Franciscan churches are built in the form of a cross. You have the main altar with two small altars, one on either side. The church gets a new priest every three years, since Franciscans are missionaries subject to reassignment more often than regular priests. 
In 2005, Father Ricardo Rivera came to Hebbronville and started changing our church, which was very plain. Father said we have a beautiful church, so we need to show it off. It was donated by Stella Kenedy in memory of her husband. It’s the only Franciscan church in South Texas. The altar is made from wood that was brought from San Luis Potosi. Father had the altar moved toward the front, and it’s bigger now. We also got new lights, marble on the sides of the church, and lit panels. T
he ceiling will be getting a new cover, and more changes are coming.
We have St. Anthony on the right as one faces the altar. In May, part of St. Anthony’s elbow, or relic, visited our church. The bishop was present for the ceremony, a special Mass, and fellowship before the relic was taken to another church. 
“This is similar to what St. Paul’s in Flour Bluff did when Our Lady of Guadalupe’s tilma arrived for a three-day visit. We had a wonderful Mass and, of course, a potluck afterwards. Different festivities took place during her stay and, at the end, a despedida Mass and a short procession from the church to the van that transported the tilma to its next destination.”
When St. Anthony’s relic crossed the border from Mexico into the United States, it got to San Agustin Church, the basilica in Laredo. Although our diocese is not Franciscan, the bishop did not want to release the relic until all our churches were blessed, so he invited everyone to the cathedral for Mass and a celebration. Only then was the relic brought to Hebbronville. We were very blessed to have
St. Anthony’s relic, even if for a short time, Sunday morning until Sunday night. It will visit every Franciscan church in the United States and Mexico before it returns to Italy.
Here, at Our Lady of Guadalupe Church, we celebrate the Divine Mercy. We are very blessed because not every priest supports this devotion. We also have a spiritual relationship with the Sacred Heart of Jesus, St. Francis, and St. Joseph. We have a statue of St. Isidore on one of the side altars because he’s the patron of farmers. Since ours is a farming and ranching community, the church was originally named St. Isidore; but that changed in 1926, when the Franciscans arrived from Mexico. Our Lady of Guadalupe is the protector of our priests as well as the patroness of the Americas.
Next, I’ll take you to the chapel. We call it the Annex; but, after tomorrow, it’ll be known as the Chapel of the Blessed Sacrament. Our provincial is visiting here from Guadalajara, so he’ll bless the chapel after seven o’clock Mass.
On entering the chapel, I couldn’t help but say, “Oh, I love angels. I love angels.”
If you look around, we have paintings, beautiful paintings. The artist is from Monterrey. We use the chapel every day for early morning Mass at seven and, again, at twelve-fifteen. This room used to be longer; but, when Father Ricardo arrived here, he turned part of it into an office and put up some Tau windows.
Earlier today, part of our Franciscan fraternity met with the provincial. I told him, “We, in Hebbronville, are in love with the Franciscan charisma, with St. Francis.” We will never change our priests for anything, so now he knows that we won’t let him take our priests away from us.
“Are you kidding? This is ever so special!”
The church remodeling is an ongoing project. We still have lots to do here and in the church. It takes a lot of money. We’re a poor community, so we greatly appreciate not only the heartfelt efforts and contributions from our parishioners but also the generosity of others willing to help us with this endeavor.
“So have you always been fascinated with all of this?”
Yes. A priest who was here for a time wrote a history of Our Lady of Guadalupe Church and the Franciscans in South Texas. I have seven copies to sell, but the book’s in Spanish.
Knowing my fascination with Franciscans, Steven got me a copy (Villalobos Avendano, 2006), which is filled with lots of old photos and interesting facts.
I stopped taking photos for a moment. “We came to Vaquero Fest today because we love Bill Hellen. From the beginning, he piqued our curiosity when he insisted we ‘come see the old church.’ During our first visit, Lorenzo invited us back. Then, in Laredo, you told us, ‘You’ve gotta come ‘cause it’s ready;’ so I told Steven, ‘She invited us. That’s it.’ You’re the reason we’re here.”
Oh, thank you! I’m so glad to hear that!
“It means a lot, you know. Even though we’re in different places, still, we’re part of the same community.”
What more can I tell you? All our windows were donated by parishioners. They’re very old. They’re as old as the church. I don’t know if the work was completed in 1962, more or less, or in 1963. Construction started, stopped due to lack of funds, then started again. We are very blessed with our church. There’s something unique about it.
Steven agreed. “It’s gorgeous!”
“So tell me about your history with the church growing up. Your mother brought you?”
My mother and my grandmother. Actually, my grandmother on my dad’s side. I grew up when the priest was facing the altar. Most of the time, you didn’t know what he was saying.
“Yes, in Latin. Yes. I understand,” Steven chuckled. We both took Latin in high school, but it’s a dead language nonetheless.
We would walk four or five blocks from my grandmother’s house to church for Mass at six. We got married in 1966, baptized my children here; and my son, who now lives in Kingsville, got married here. I’ve been working with the church since 1982.
“My gosh,” I said, recalling my own early morning walks with Sylvia to attend six o’clock Mass as a kid. “That’s a very long personal history.”
I had a special-needs child who took all my time; so I couldn’t be here fulltime. But, after he passed away, I said, “Lord, here I am;” and that’s what I’ve been doing.
“So was it a boy or a girl?” I asked, as Steven and I listened intently.
It was a boy. Actually, up until the time that he was born, he was okay; but, because of complications at birth, he died in 1992. That was seventeen years ago. He would’ve been thirty-one right now.
“What a blessing to have him the time that you did but very sad, too.”
You learn early on with your trial that God has sent it to show you something or to teach you something, and we did. We did. We think we did. 
“All he wants is the very best for us; but, as you said, he allows us to go through situations he knows we can handle, although it’s tough at times to understand that.”
As soon as he passed away, I sponsored the altar servers for twelve years. Then I joined the choir and the Franciscan fraternity; and, when Father Frank arrived, he gave me the ministry for baptisms. I’m very happy with that.
“You get to deal with the little ones! Well, they come in all sizes for baptism.”
They do. They’re precious. I try to be at every baptism. Sometimes I can’t, but this new priest is adorable. He’s very spiritual. Father Frank replaced Father Ricardo in August. The first time I saw him celebrating a baptism, he lifted the baby all the way to the top and announced, “Parishioners, I present to you a newborn Christian.” That was beautiful. I tell the parents, “Bring your cameras because, once your baby’s up there, it’s awesome.”
“It’s just that one quick moment, and then it’s over,” I said. “It has to be captured in photos, so the child can know that this very special e
vent happened.”
We talked a bit longer before Azalia realized that she had tours to give as well as other duties to fulfill that afternoon.
Well, thank you for coming! I didn’t expect for y’all to come, but I’m glad you did.
“Thank you! You are very blessed!”
Steven and I were most appreciative of Azalia’s time spent with us.
P.S. December 13, 2009… Azalia emailed and included photos.
We just finished with Our Lady of Guadalupe feast. It was wonderful. We had a large turnout for the Mass and the dinner. Thanks be to God.
I’m sending you some pictures of the altar.
Oh, the last picture is of Father Juan José. He was with us for two months but is leaving for Spain on Wednesday. He will be helping another Franciscan who is by himself and needs help. Great example of St. Francis.
“We are minstrels of the Lord, whose work is to lift people’s hearts and move them to spiritual gladness” (St. Francis).
