From November 20, 2020 Some random photos of life at Santa Chiara including this one of Johanna, Lovna, & Woodline.
From November 19, 2020 Yesterday, when I went downstairs to head to the sisters, I noticed something was not right. None of the kids were in their school uniforms.
From November 18, 2020 In Haiti, a day feels like, at least for me, a week. So much happens it is hard to process it all. Yesterday (11/17), as I sat in the silence of the MC sisters’ chapel before Mass, I scribbled a few scattered, unfiltered thoughts.
From November 17, 2020 When he wrote his monastic rule, St. Benedict repeatedly warned against the corrosive effects of “murmuring,” a form of complaining or grumbling, which can destroy community life.
From November 16, 2020 I am feeling the hell of isolation. Hope is dying. But this is OK because it pushes me deeper into prayer. Oh God, give me wisdom, give me strength, give me courage. Help me not to lose my temper.
From November 15, 2020 In discussing Covid-19 in an interview for The Tablet, Pope Francis mentioned the Spanish phrase, “God always forgives, we forgive but, sometimes, nature never forgives.”
From November 14, 2020 Yesterday was the Feast of St. Frances Xavier Cabrini. She was born in a small village south of Milan, Italy. Robert Ellsberg writes, “Trained as a teacher, she dreamed of becoming a missionary to China.” I had a similar dream as a teenager, a dream that led me to a Vincentian Minor Seminary in Princeton, New…
From November 13, 2020 On my last trip to Florida, Fr. Dumarsais and I had dinner in a Mexican restaurant. He told me about his fears regarding his traveling to Haiti. He told me about a school girl in the area to the north where he has mission who was kidnapped, rapped and murdered.
From November 12, 2020 Yesterday morning as I watched the girls march up the hill to school, I smiled that none wore ribbons. But then I immediately thought that my strong protest against the large ribbons, frivolous probably would have no impact.
From November 11, 2020 Yesterday, my first night’s sleep in Haiti was interrupted by the sound of voices from the outdoor kitchen at 3:00am. It was the women of the night staff. Lots of loud chatter. At first, I thought something was wrong, but then I realized that they were starting the process of making breakfast for all the kids…