We had scheduled to pray the Rosary with our friend John outside of his house. On our way to his house, we met him with four other friends. They were sitting outside on a street corner where the garbage is typically collected...
The last weeks were filled with dozens of visits to friends, some as close as the house next door and others as far away as Ephie’s village, to honor them and give thanks, knowing that when I was gone, others would be there to receive my friends as their own...
As Maria’s parents, we were so excited when Maria first told us that she felt called to go on a mission to Senegal, Africa through Consolatio. This was primarily because we both felt that their ministry of presence would be the perfect ministry for her...
Mr. E. was a longtime friend of our community. Missionaries have visited him continuously, accompanying him at the side of his bed to which he has been confined for over 20 years as a result of an accident, leaving him paralyzed...
Some time ago as I was looking through some of my pictures with a friend, he remarked “You have them separated into before Perú and after Perú!” He was right. When I returned from my mission to Perú in 2010, it seemed like I was starting a new chapter in my life; so there was...
We call her Yaay, which means grandma, like we do with all the elderly women here as a form of respect, but with Yaay Khay, she really is our grandmother. She has known the missionaries for years. When we go to visit, we never have to worry about catching her at home - she’s been homebound for...
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...
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....
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...