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I look forward to Mondays because on these days I get to be a part of the I-school, a reading and discussion group at Con-solatio. When I am there, I feel loved and welcomed in ways beyond my expectations...
I look forward to Mondays because on these days I get to be a part of the I-school, a reading and discussion group at Con-solatio. When I am there, I feel loved and welcomed in ways beyond my expectations...
In my English class, I met a lady named Lena. We became friends little by little, and I learned that she loves to pray the rosary. One day, she came to class upset. I did not know what had happened, so when the class ended, I simply asked her, “Would you like for me and...
Spending New Year’s Eve with Con-solatio for the past two years feels like Elijah’s experience of searching for and encountering God. The community’s Yule Tide tradition is to spend the hour leading up to midnight in adoration at St. Nicholas parish. Aside from us, the immense church is empty, and all lights are off except...
Anna and David, both former Con-solatio missionaries, celebrated the Sacrament of Matrimony on Dec 12, 2020, Feast of Our Lady of Guadalupe!...
I want to introduce to you Monica, whom I met for the first time two months ago. She recently contacted us saying that she was struggling with health issues and stressed out with many things....
A little while ago we welcomed Chandramma, the mother of our friend Saravananna, for a one-week stay in the Garden of Mercy, a village of homes where we welcome people who need refuge to live with us....
This year was my first Christmas as a convert, or really ever. I was at a Christmas dinner party and someone asked, “Does anyone carol anymore?”...
After returning from mission in Chile - from the visits, the commotion, the noise, the bustle and vibrance of the neighborhood - I am home. I have returned to be once again with my family, girlfriend, and friends, back in the same places doing (almost) the same things...
It was a big gift to spend one week outside the bustle of life in Arafat, in a place where time moves along at the pace of a donkey, not the pace of a motorcycle. I was touched again by how close to the land everyone lives, how much life follows the weather. They are...
A simple story that I want to share with you has to do with the volunteer work I have been doing at CHIPS. CHIPS is a place where food donations are packed and given to people who are homeless, and now also the many unemployed because of the Coronavirus. I go there to help every...