As Christmas was approaching this year, it didn’t seem like Christmas. First off, it’s hot in Haiti all the time. I’ve never celebrated Christmas away from Boston, where it’s always cold in the winter. But also, we had no decorations, no lights, no Christmas tree, no gifts, no Christmas cards, and no manger with the missing baby Jesus. Those things are usually part of Christmas for me so things felt a little off. As I prayed about it, I realized two things. First of all, we weren’t very
For Christmas, I was able to go home for the first time since our formation year at Covecrest began in September. I was so excited to go home and see my family, and it was great. I have a great relationship with my family, so it was truly a blessing to be able to spend two weeks with them. I got to go to midnight Mass on Christmas Eve with my mom at the Cathedral Basilica of St. Francis, which was celebrated by Archbishop Sheehan. (Definitely the coolest mass I’ve been to in a while!) I got to
One year ago I met my friend Kris while on mission with Life Teen in Mesa, Arizona. The youth minister at a parish we served with called us to come meet Kris and told us a little of his story. Kris was 19 years old and not Catholic, but had been invited to Life Teen events by a friend and kept coming back for a while now. She told us that we weren’t to meet Kris at the parish, but in a local hospital where he had already been for several weeks.