From April 10, 2020 Today of course is a somber day in the liturgical life of the Church. It especially somber in light of all the deaths around the world as a result of the coronavirus. But I thought perhaps I should let in a little joy through a series of photographs I took on Wednesday.
From April 9, 2020 Word has it that the government is going to start enforce stricter restrictions on people’s movement to decrease the spread of the virus. Public markets are going to be partially closed; some will operate on a designated day. We felt, we better get the generator today while there is free movement.
From April 8, 2020 Sunday night at around 10:00pm there was a big gunfight not far from our walls. There was an exchange of at least 20 shots. Whenever there is gunfire, we never hear what happened or if anyone was wounded or killed. It is all just part of the night noise.
From April 7, 2020 I sent the laser text copy of my new book to a member of my board of directors. His name is John Heil. I sent it to him because he is mentioned on the dedication page. He is one of my primary benefactors.
From April 6, 2020 Leobel came to Santa Chiara during our first year. He was 14 years old and the sweetest boy. Never a problem, always helpful. Now he is a young man who works at Santa Chiara. He is a hard worker.
From April 5, 2020 Nurse Noussely Richemond distributes vitamin candy to the kids.
From April 4, 2020 I’ve been doing a lot of looking lately. I don’t always like what I see. For the past few weeks, I’ve been spending an hour or more downstairs just observing the day get underway. On my daily sojourns to the ground floor I usually have very little to say. I’m just trying to absorb the enormity…
From April 3, 2020 I’ve known for about a year that Santa Chiara was not going to be sustainable unless drastic changes were made. For reasons that have been articulated in previous Journals, we simply had too many kids. We have been grappling with how to compassionately reduce the number of children.
From April 2, 2020 The kids are up before six in the morning. The night shift prepares a snack for them, to tide them over until the cooks have prepared the formal breakfast. On Tuesday, the breakfast before breakfast was a roll with chocolate milk.
From April 1, 2020 I often look for word from God in books that I cherish. Books speak to me. I’d be lost without books. Each day, whether in Florida or Haiti, I stand before my bookcases, and try to “feel” which book I should pull down from the shelf in hopes of finding something that speaks to me in…