Re-Entry Weekend: Love, Reignited
The graces of this re entry weekend can be summed up by one word: gratitude. The transition home from mission to grad school was incredibly fast, but returning here to where the Lord first called me to mission...
The graces of this re entry weekend can be summed up by one word: gratitude. The transition home from mission to grad school was incredibly fast, but returning here to where the Lord first called me to mission...
At orientation, I was confused to hear one of the missionaries say that we love “for nothing” or, as she worded it, “we love just because.” This didn’t make sense to me. Why would we go to such an extreme ...
At this stage, when I lack words, most of what I can do is just marvel at the way our friends carry the burdens they bear. Milagros is one of my favorite people to visit in the neighborhood. ...
It was a pleasant surprise to arrive in Villa Jardín and find myself feeling nothing but joy despite encountering living conditions which would have previously made me extremely uncomfortable. ...
We all piled into our makeshift bus and lurched off. The atmosphere within the bus was electric! Imagine thirty twelve- to sixteen-year-olds, who had waited all year for this...
When I said “yes” to my short, spontaneous five week mission to Latin America I had no idea what country I was going to; I had never held a conversation in Spanish, and I had been grappling with my faith after my first year away from my Catholic upbringing. I knew though, that this mission,...
From being in a slum in Argentina to being a pilgrim here in the States, the element of surprise I would experience each month in a new place was something I could never logistically plan. It was truly a mercy....
Our friendship with Katy is one we really have to fight for. At the age of adolescence and without many good influences in her life, she has started hanging out with crowds that are harmful to her in many ways. We have also had problems...
I had arrived at the moment when you get down to the nitty gritty trenches of truly loving, when affection has dissolved and sacrifice has lost its appeal; when you're slapped in the face with the fact that charity isn't concerned with the injustice of the situation and mercy doesn't count the cost...
Bertie asked us to accompany her to vote and we arranged for one of us to go along with her (In Peru heavy fines are given to no-show voters). However, there were a few challenges ...