How do I begin to give thanks to the Lord for all He has given me and blessed me with during my time in Peru? How do I begin to explain to you the miracles I have witnessed in my own life and the life of others? (…) I can only say that during this...
It was my 10th year in a row, and I couldn’t miss this one! The Con-solatio benefit concert is always a festive occasion of pure joy. I arrived in the afternoon to help with final preparations. ...
Four months ago, God gave me the opportunity to return to my second home here in Brooklyn. After 3 years of being back from my mission in Argentina, I could no longer resist this longing, this thirst, for immersing my life once again in the charism of Con-solatio. Over the course of my past three...
As many challenges I find in this country, I cannot help but fall in love with it all the more. India is a land of many paradoxes–filth and beauty, mystical and natural, joy and sorrow, all coexist in one wondrous reality. In just a short walk down a street in Chengalpet, I...
As I am drawing near to the end of my mission in El Salvador, I reflect on the moments that were more significant for me. A moment of encounter, a consoling word that was spoken, a kind gesture that created trust with those who were the most marginalized. Some of the populations that are more...
In Wolof, when someone says thank you, the typical response is: “Ñokabok”. Translated, it means, “We are together.” It’s a deeply rooted spirit of community. In contrast to our western exaltation of the individual, in Africa it is the community that reigns. The Senegalese people are always, literally, together, and always ready to lend a...
I’ve been given a new gaze on what it means to be mother and woman by the way they live their life – simple, and somehow all-embracing. And they take seriously this simplicity! ...
It’s 11:00pm. I am having a rare moment of peace in a patient’s room. A Con-solatio moment. A late night tv show with a laugh track plays in the background – I’m not paying attention to it. A change in tone catches my ear and I glance back to see the sitcom has been interrupted...
Pan Petro is my inspiration whenever we walk into his room. When he was 13 years old he stepped on a land mine which exploded, leaving him with only one working arm and two shriv-eled legs. One half of his face is disfigured, and he was blinded by the incident as well. Yet there is...
Dear priests and consecrated people! Beloved brothers and sisters! At this moment, when the worst scenarios are being realized, when martial law has been declared in Ukraine, I address you a word of comfort and solidarity. We all feel in danger, but we must not lose hope, let alone panic. Now more than ever, we need...