Before I begin today’s blog, I have to spend just a few sentences on our home visit yesterday. In that visit we all said a prayer in a small enclosed adobe type bedroom for a woman suffering and bedridden with an unknown illness, and her family has no money to seek medical attention. Deacon Bill gave here communion. Leaving her enclosed room, we were all filled with sadness and most of us in tears. Deacon Bill stopped us by a stream and read the 23rd Psalm again and asked us to think about this psalm in this verdant pasture with a rolling stream. Jesus is our pastor even throughout our pain and suffering which we all know is a part of life. We all know that pain and suffering just like joy and laughter are a part of life, and Deacon Bill gave us that feeling of a quiet peace.
Casa Hogar today was a place of peace for the elderly. How do I paint a word picture of this wonderful place- smiles, hugs, laughter were given and received with our songs and dancing. Daisies, asters, coral honeysuckle, I could go on and on just with the flowers tended by the occupants. Missionaries wheeling men and women to church or helping them walk reminded me of Lourdes. So much love was demonstrated by caring touches, blessed prayer blankets, a melodic Mass, and lastly anointing of the sick with the help of the missionaries opening hands and laying on their hands. I really felt we were the hands and feet of Jesus administering to His loving people “”under the yoke of love we will find rest.” We missionaries were then blessed to receive the sacrament also.
Afterwards Marco kept telling us it was time to go- just one more handshake, one more hug, one more wish of “vaya con Dio”, one more moment to feel their love for us! Notes by Ann