The God Who Comes Through Brokenness
We have a friend named Jose. A year ago, his wife died and since then he has been living alone with many dogs and usually spends his solitude drinking cachaza...
We have a friend named Jose. A year ago, his wife died and since then he has been living alone with many dogs and usually spends his solitude drinking cachaza...
A couple of months ago, I had the joy of visiting my daughter, who is on mission in Brazil, in Simões Filho. Before this trip, and despite what she told me, I didn’t fully understand what the work of the missionaries consisted of...
During my orientation time I learned that Con-solatio offers a Re-entry weekend after a volunteer comes back from his/her time serving in another country. At that point I thought “what a logical thing to offer; I am sure it is so helpful.” I was not prepared for the reality of the gift of this weekend....
These months have been full of newness: new people, new traditions, new routines...
Every day, I learn a lot from Laura, Agnieszka, and Taymara, my fellow missionaries. We have moments of laughter, disagreements, and reconciliation. None of us are here for ourselves; we're all searching for a greater love, and that unites us in a distinct and profound way. I'm deeply grateful to have them because I know...
We have a friend- she’s quite unlike anyone I’ve met before. Though we aren't sure of her age, we think she’s around 16. From what we have heard from our neighbors and her, she has had a challenging childhood. We see her wandering around the streets most of the day, talking to herself or one...
I thought my biggest challenges would involve the children or friends in the community, but to my surprise, it wasn't them. What I have had to overcome was living with strangers. It's weird how despite sharing a common reason for being here, we're still so different. It led me to question why I'm here, and...
We arrived at Senhor José's house and saw through the window that he was all alone, resting on a hospital bed. The other missionary, Valeria, and I got worried because he was lying under a blanket, covering his entire body, even his head. We realized he had the blanket that way because he thought he...
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...
For a little while, we were receiving donations of sacks of food items that gave us an excuse to leave the house and deliver them to some of our friends who are in need. Judi and I went one day to deliver a sack to Dona N., who lives in one of the poorest houses...