Rest in Peace

Réquiem ætérnam dona eis, Dómine, et lux perpétua lúceat eis. Requiéscant in pace. Amen.

As theologians, we knew at least vaguely what there is to come after this life. And now, you have found the true, clear answers, Tia Rosie. Thank you for being supportive of me in my studies of Theology and Philosophy, as well as for giving me a good laugh from a Christmas present you sent me, because it included cat socks, and socks that say “Men ruin stuff!” which I thought was hilarious. I think you would’ve appreciated people’s laughter through their tears today.

It was a blessing to have known you, even for such a short time.

Today, although sad, can be seen through a joyful lense, because you have entered into the eternal, loving, joyful embrace of God.

Rest in peace, Tia.


47 Signs You Know You’re From Cleveland

From Cleveland (well, technically, Akron, but who’s checking?) and proud of it!



by Kevin Tuleta

**APRIL 2015 UPDATE: Wrote this way back in 2013; obviously a lot has changed since then (specifically in our sports department), so a full rewrite will be out in the near future.**

1. You play corn hole. Not bags. And it’s most likely a custom set with your high school/college/Cleveland team on it


2. Put-in-Bay + Kelley’s Island may as well be the Bahamas + Hawaii.

3. Saturdays at noon bring out the best in our football abilities

4. And Sundays at 1pm bring out the worst

5. You or someone in your family has played hockey their entire life

6. You have, or will experience at least one east coaster ask “How big is your farm?” when telling them where you’re from

7. You automatically assume a catastrophic event is unfolding when a traffic jam lasts longer than 30 seconds heading into downtown

8. You are absolutely…

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Fort Wayne woman marries God

This is beautiful.


FORT WAYNE, Ind. (WANE) – Hundreds of people attended a wedding at the Cathedral of the Immaculate Conception in downtown Fort Wayne Saturday morning. It may sound like a standard on a summer Saturday, but this marriage is one most people have likely never seen or heard of before.

The bride’s name is Jessica Hayes, the groom is Jesus Christ. Saturday morning, she became the Fort Wayne-South Bend Diocese’s first consecrated virgin in 25 years.

It’s not the wedding day Hayes envisioned for herself as a little girl. Sure it came with the same struggles any bride-to-be would have, like finding the perfect dress.

“I’ve seen so many wedding dresses over the years that I think I’ve probably changed my mind very many times. I had to really consider the appropriateness of the occasion for my dress. I wanted my shoulders to be covered, and I would have to lie…

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The Death Penalty: A Violation of Catholic Social Teaching

In light of recent events, I would like to address the death penalty. A few months ago, a jury’s verdict sentenced Dzhokhar Tsarnaev to death for bringing about the bombing at the Boston Marathon. While doing research on Tsarnaev’s case, I have inadvertently seen comments on social media expressing wholehearted support for the sentencing of Tsarnaev to death. On June 24, 2015, Tsarnaev was formally sentenced to death.  I do not support Tsarnaev’s actions in any way, but I do think that the death penalty should not be used in his case. There should be other options. And there are other options.

Tsarnaev carried out actions that are contrary to the principles of respecting human dignity and protecting human life. His actions were those of terrorism.  I do not support that. However, I do support the teachings of the Church. I feel that it is important to acknowledge that Tsarnaev is still a human being and therefore, according to Catholic Social Teaching, should be treated with the dignity and respect that is due to a human being. This goes for all criminals, no matter how heinous the crime is.

I honestly don’t understand. People want the death penalty because it costs less, when the death penalty actually costs more than life in prison. What is their rationale for this? There really is no rationale for assuming that this is the case, because time and time again, this assumption is proven to be false.  Cases without the death penalty cost $740,000, while cases where the death penalty is sought cost $1.26 million. Whereas maintaining each death row prisoner costs taxpayers $90,000 more per year than a prisoner in the general population. Many times, there are multiple appeals during the time a prisoner is on death row, which makes things cost more.

Also, let me bring up the fact that people use Scripture to back up their points. On both sides. I am not going to do that.

Vengeance is mine, says the Lord, I will repay” (Rom. 12:19) can be interpreted as a command and a promise—the command to restrain individual impulses toward revenge in exchange for the assurance that God will be only too pleased to handle the grievance in spades(Prejean).

What we, as humans, forget is that Romans 12:19 is speaking about divine vengeance. Divine vengeance, or divine retribution is the supernatural punishment of a person or a group of people. But God doesn’t want to “get even”. He wants to show mercy and love.

“One intractable problem, however, is that divine vengeance (barring natural disasters, so-called acts of God) can only be interpreted and exacted by human beings, very human beings. I can’t accept that” (Prejean).

Human beings give God’s divine retribution an intrinsically human characteristic, so as to justify the taking of another life, when it is not justifiable in any circumstance. Humanity uses its interpretation of divine retribution to make an excuse for “playing God”.

The prison system today, at least in the United States, is more sophisticated than the ones we had 100-200 years ago, so people aren’t as much of a danger to society anymore once they are locked behind bars. There is a possibility that the criminals could escape. Some have succeeded. But the sophistication of the prison system here in the United States doesn’t seem to be enough for the general population.  Sister Helen Prejean writes that “the death penalty is firmly in place, but people are beginning to ask, “If this is supposed to be the solution, how come we’re not feeling any better? How come none of us feels safer?” The death penalty brings no closure, although the families of the victims might think it does. I do acknowledge, however, that if one does support the death penalty, one does not do so out of malice or anger. One thing proponents of the death penalty need to be asked is “Have you ever been present at an execution?” Most likely, when confronted with this question, they will answer that they have not been present at an execution.

Even the Church isn’t completely against the death penalty. Both the Catechism of the Catholic Church and the Pope have stated that the state has the right to exact the death penalty, but neither St. Thomas or any Magisterial text presumes this gives the state an unlimited right to make capital laws and carry them out. It is inherent in a just capital punishment law that there be proportion between the taking of the life of the criminal and the benefit expected to the common good.  

“Assuming that the guilty party’s identity and responsibility have been fully determined, the traditional teaching of the Church does not exclude recourse to the death penalty, if this is the only possible way of effectively defending human lives against an unjust aggressor” (Catechism of the Catholic Church 2267).

But even if a criminal is identified and it is known that the said criminal committed the crime he or she has been convicted for, where does the common good come into play? How does an execution benefit the common good? One will ask those questions since the common good includes the criminal as well.

“If, however, non-lethal means are sufficient to defend and protect people’s safety from the aggressor, authority should limit itself to such means, as these are more in keeping with the concrete conditions of the common good and more in conformity with the dignity of the human person” (Catechism of the Catholic Church 2267).

In other words, there are non-lethal ways of rendering a criminal unable to do harm. This is stated in the Catechism as well as in Evangelium Vitae.

“Today, in fact, as a consequence of the possibilities which the state has for effectively preventing crime, by rendering one who has committed an offense incapable of doing harm – without definitively taking away from him the possibility of redeeming himself – the cases in which the execution of the offender is an absolute necessity “are very rare, if not practically non-existent” (Evangelium Vitae 56).

In an essay by Sister Helen Prejean, C.S.J., entitled “Would Jesus pull the switch?” the story of the execution of Patrick Sonnier is told to us. Firsthand. Sister Helen makes it real for all of us by telling of her experience walking with Patrick Sonnier, through letters, visits, and eventually spiritual advising in a manner through which I could see the story unfold, quite vividly.  

Patrick Sonnier was on death row for four years, sentenced to death for killing two teenagers. When Sister Helen was asked to write him letters, she agreed to that, beginning a correspondence with this prisoner on death row. She writes “All I had agreed to in the beginning was to be a pen pal to this man on Louisiana’s death row. Sure, I said, I could write letters.” But, she recalls, that she ”had no idea that this answer would be” her “passport to a strange and bizarre country. God is a mystery, but one of the definite characteristics of God is that God is sneaky.”  

She wrote to Sonnier, telling him about her life as a religious sister. He told her about life in his cell on death row.

“He told me about life in a 6-by-8-foot cell, where he and 44 other men were confined 23 hours a day. He said how glad he was when summer was over because there was no air in the cells. He’d sometimes wet the sheet from his bunk and put it on the cement floor to try to cool off; or he’d clean out his toilet bowl and stand in it and use a small plastic container to get water from his lavatory and pour it over his body” (Prejean).   

When she learned this, she was also surprised to learn of other inequities in the law and defense as well. In the South, at her time, she was surprised to know that money and being white were the only things that got a person adequate defense, and possibly got them out of the possibility of execution. She did research, just like any of us would do to know more about what she was getting herself into.

“The rhetoric says that the death penalty will be reserved only for the most heinous crimes, but when you look at how it is applied, you see that in fact there is a great selectivity in the process. When the victim of a violent crime has some kind of status, there is a public outrage, and especially when the victim has been murdered, death—the ultimate punishment—is sought” (Prejean).

“Some kind of status” in the South meaning that if the victim was white.

“But when people of color are killed in the inner city, when homeless people are killed, when the “nobodies” are killed, district attorneys do not seek to avenge their deaths. Black, Hispanic, or poor families who have a loved one murdered not only don’t expect the district attorney’s office to pursue the death penalty—which, of course, is both costly and time-consuming—but are surprised when the case is prosecuted at all” (Prejean).

So racism has a lot to do with the death penalty’s administration in the South. This is not the case everywhere in the US, however, but that is still not an excuse. “In Louisiana, murder victims’ families are allowed to sit in the front row in the execution chamber to watch the murderer die. Some families. Not all. Almost never African American families” (Prejean). Another factor: poverty.

“Who pays the ultimate penalty for crimes? The poor. Who gets the death penalty?  The poor. After all the rhetoric that goes on in legislative assemblies, in the end, when the net is cast out, it is the poor who are selected to die in this country” (Prejean).

The reason why we don’t see people like OJ Simpson get put on death row is money. “Money gets you good defense,” Prejean writes.

The relationship between Sonnier and Prejean soon became much more than corresponding by letters. “The man was all alone, he had no one to visit him.” (Prejean). So Sister Helen agreed to go visit him, having no idea she would become Patrick Sonnier’s spiritual advisor. She recalls that “he had suggested that on the prison application form for visitors I fill in “spiritual advisor,” and I said, “Sure.” He was Catholic, and I’m a Catholic nun, so I didn’t think much about it; it seemed right.” One thing: she “had no idea that at the end, on the evening of the execution, everybody has to leave the death house at 5:45 p.m., everybody but the spiritual advisor. The spiritual advisor stays to the end and witnesses the execution.”  

Patrick Sonnier tried to protect Sister Helen from having to see him die. “He told me he’d be OK. I didn’t have to come with him into the execution chamber. “The electric chair is not a pretty sight, it could scare you,” he told me, trying to be brave.” But Sister Helen, knowing that she had to be there until the very end, said to him, No, no, Pat, if they kill you, I’ll be there.” When she walked Patrick Sonnier to the electric chair, this was the first time she had ever done something like this. But regardless of her fear, she was there for him. “”You look at my face. Look at me, and I will be the face of Christ for you.” I couldn’t bear it that he would die alone. I said, “Don’t you worry. God will help me” (Prejean).

She gave him the last shred of human dignity she could give him. The ability not to die alone. Patrick Sonnier was able to walk to the electric chair. “When the warden with the strap-down team came for him, I walked with him. God heard his prayer, “Please, God, hold up my legs.” It was the last piece of dignity he could muster. He wanted to walk(Prejean).

He was able to express remorse, and also was aware that although he was in the wrong, the people who were killing him were in the wrong too. “In his last words he expressed his sorrow to the victims’ family. But then he said to the warden and to the unseen executioner behind the plywood panel, “but killing me is wrong, too”(Prejean). Sister Helen writes, “I am not saying that Patrick Sonnier was a hero. I do not want to glorify him. He did the most terrible crime of all. He killed. But he was a human being, and he had a transcendence, a dignity. He—like each of us—was more than the worst thing he had done in his life. And I have one consolation: he died well. I hope I die half as well.“

We as human beings are just so centered on being vengeful about the deaths of the victims, and cannot summon enough love to forgive someone for that, even if he is not showing remorse. God forgives us when we are not remorseful, so why don’t we do the same for others? Many of us are proponents of the death penalty because we just don’t understand the effect that it has on the families of the victims. The divorce rate is high amongst the families who are victims of murder. “I would learn that the divorce rate for couples who lose a child is over 70 percent—a sad new twist to “until death do us part.” I would learn that often after a murder friends stay away because they don’t know how to respond to the pain” (Prejean).

But why do we have to go by “an eye for an eye”? The U.N. Universal Declaration on Human Rights states that there are two essential human rights that every human being has: the right not to be tortured and the right not to be killed.

“The essential torture of the death penalty is not finally the physical method of death: bullet or rope or gas or electrical current or injected drugs. The torture happens when conscious human beings are condemned to death and begin to anticipate that death and die a thousand times before they die. They are brought close to death, maybe four hours away, and the phone rings in the death house, and they hear they have received a stay of execution. Then they return to their cells and begin the waiting all over again” (Prejean).

The death penalty is just that: torture and killing. It violates one’s rights.

Capital punishment isn’t actually necessary. There are other alternatives. Tougher sentencing would discourage offenders from committing crimes. Longer jail times for felons and first-time offenders would keep them from entering into society until they are able to rehabilitate.  Requiring inmates to pay for their time in prison would reduce the cost to taxpayers. Allocating a portion of a prisoner’s earnings toward facility expenses and programs would force them to “pay” for their crimes, literally and figuratively, making keeping a convict in prison for life without parole even cheaper. A portion of inmates’ wages should also be put into funds for crime victims and their families. Although money can never replace a loved one or completely heal the damage, it could help families establish a new normal and get on their feet again. There are more constructive alternatives to the death penalty. The people who say “Kill him!” are angry, angry people. They ought to sit back and think for a moment.

You might be asking how this ties to Tsarnaev. Well, when the justice system finally executes him after who knows how long, he will go through the same thing Patrick Sonnier did. He actually already has, somewhat. Some of the victims’ families want him dead. Others have forgiven him.

Let me ask this:  Is it really worth it, watching someone die in front of you, even if that person hurt you and your loved ones?

I would have to say no, it’s not worth it.  


The Catechism of the Catholic Church

Evangelium Vitae

The Letter

Many times, I have left things unsaid, but this time, I haven’t. My Tia Rosie is dying of lung cancer, and we’re not sure how much time she has left. I was initially going to write it out and send it, but I wasn’t sure it would get there in time. I want her to hear everything that I wanted to say. Here’s what I wrote:

Dear Tia Rosie,

There’s so much that I want to tell you, and so little time for me to do it. I know that the last thing you would want is for me to cry, but I can’t help it.  I’m crying because you are leaving so many of us behind. Saint Therese wrote “If it is hard to give to whoever asks, it is still harder to let what belongs to us to be taken, without asking it back, or rather, I ought to say it seems hard; for the yoke of the Lord is sweet and light (Cf. Matthew 11:30): when we accept it we feel its sweetness immediately” (Story of A Soul, Chapter IX).

Even before I met you, you were a huge part of my life. My daddy would talk about you a lot. Not only have you been my Tia, you have been a little bit of the grandma I never had, and a bit of a mother to me. The very fact that you told me you were worried about me after my daddy died, and how you were excited that I was actually coming out to the Bay Area shows me that you really care for and about me. And I thank you for that. Especially since that was during a time of my life when I was trying to figure things out, as well as get to know my daddy’s family a little better. Thank you for helping me do that.

I think the day that I first met you (and Uncle Jim, too!) will be one that I always remember. I took BART out to Oakland and went to Christ the Light Cathedral, which is where we met. At the time, I didn’t know many of my relatives on my dad’s side of the family. But as soon as I met you, I felt like I’d known you my entire life. That day is a gift and a blessing that I will hold in my heart. The next day, I believe, when I came out to San Leandro, and came to your house was also a blessing. I remember seeing Crabby Abby, and the first words that came out of my mouth were,“That’s Satan” and you laughed. I also remember going out to dinner with you in San Leandro (I think), and talking about college and religious orders. You introduced me to a few people that you knew. You also told me that you were thinking about retiring, which made me laugh, because you were already retired, but working in parish ministry. Which is so admirable. I hope to give back like that one day. That was a wonderful evening. Afterwards, I just happened to be near St. Leander’s, and I attended Mass there. It was a great way to end my week in the Bay Area, and it was made even better by the fact that I was able to spend time with you.

Tia Rosie, you are my Catholic nerd buddy. You understand why I think Theology is so amazing. There also aren’t very many people out there who care about how Harry Potter and theology coincide. When I chose my major, long before I decided where to go, you kept pushing me to go to Santa Clara. The number of times I heard that I could major in Theology and minor in Philosophy right there in Berkley is more than I can count. Upon hearing that I didn’t apply because I thought I wouldn’t get into SCU,  you said that I would have gotten in if you could help it…you were the Dean of the Jesuit School of Theology there. Which makes me smile every time I think about that. You believed in me when I didn’t believe in myself,  which is a beautiful thing.

The fact that your cancer is no longer treatable just breaks my heart. Many people might be asking God “Why her, why now?” but I know why. God gave you a purpose; a vocation, and you have lived it out. You’ve touched countless lives. Now, He’s saying that it’s your time to go to Heaven because you have done what He has asked of you. We all have a calling to sainthood, and you are now going to become a saint.  Danielle told me that you are comfortable and are not afraid of what awaits you. Theology answers the questions about what lies ahead, even if it’s in the most vague ways. It can be infuriating to some, but to people like us, it is a comforting thing, although we might not understand it.  When I was praying last night, I asked God what I could do for you. The answer lies in Theology. Just as it always does. So from now on, everything I do in Theology class will be for you, and I will ensure that it is done well. If I write something and have it published, it will be for you.

I will pray the rosary for you tonight, and I will be focusing on the Luminous Mysteries, because we could always use a little bit of light, and I will be praying that God lights your path on this journey. I wish I could do more, and I wish I could be there. But God has me where I am for a reason. God wants me to learn how to love deeply and to let my big heart grow more and more. So, as I start preparing to go back to school, know that from 2000 miles away, there is love coming your way.

I love you, always.


Twenty | One | Pilots talking about the Gospel in their music?


Twenty One Pilots consists of two dudes, Tyler Joseph who sings and plays the piano and ukulele, and Josh Dun who is the drummer. From the course of listening to Twenty One Pilots, from their latest album “Vessel” with the electronic pumped up beat the last thing I would have guessed is that they mention God in their music. It took me awhile to figure it out, but with deep and intense research on the internet for many hours, I finally got the answer.

YES! If you look a little deeper and think about it, there are actually many lyrics and whole songs that reference to God. Also, Tyler Joseph himself is a dedicated Christian  who previously before Twenty One Pilots, wrote and created music with his pastor at his church. here’s a link to one of the songs which Tyler cowrote and sang in.

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13 Things No One Understands About Working In Retail

I work in retail, and I can agree with this.

Thought Catalog

1. Being rude to me won’t get you anywhere

I understand it’s frustrating when I can’t give you the discount you want or when we don’t have something in stock. But guess what? I make an hourly wage, I don’t make the decisions you’re upset about, I just have to enforce them with a smile on my face. It might feel good to release your frustration and be rude to me, but it’s not going to change anything, it’s just going to make you that guy.

2. The customer is NOT always right

I love customer service, I really do or I would not have lasted this long in retail. However there is a line between giving good customer service and letting someone get away with anything just because they are a (potential) customer. In my experience the people who say “the customer is always right” are cheap assholes who…

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Deo Gratias!

Back in February of this year, my Tia Rosie was diagnosed with three types of cancer, all of which were stage 4. I didn’t find out til April. She didn’t know how to tell me. It hit me really hard when I did find out. I prayed, hard. That’s the only thing that I could do from all the way across the country.

Then, the other night, I went to post something on her facebook timeline, and I saw this post. When I read the post, I immediately felt a weight lift off of me. Joy filled my heart. Then, because I was so overwhelmed by God’s providence and loving care, I began to cry tears of joy. God is so so good. My theology buddy, the only one who completely understands why I study theology, is healing, slowly but surely.

The doctors could not explain how the two cancers disappeared, and could not explain how the other one shrank. They said it was a miracle. I don’t doubt it.

Miracles do happen. If I didn’t believe that before, I sure do now. I’m asking all of you to pray that her healing continues, and that her lung cancer shrinks to nothing!

ALL life is precious.

Deo gratias!

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My Guatemalan Immersion: The First of Many Posts

At the end of this past May, I went down to Guatemala.

I was excited for this trip. It was obvious because I began counting down the days until we left once school let out for the summer at the beginning of May. When people asked me what I was going to do that summer, I would immediately tell them that I was going to Guatemala for nine days. I was really looking forward to what awaited me. I’d never been out of the United States before, so this was an adventure for me.

I was scared out of my mind. I don’t know what to expect, I thought. I had a Spanish-English Dictionary, and other review materials with me on the plane, and I went through them, frantically, searching for answers.

It was a long day of traveling for me. We flew from Cleveland to Houston. And then from Houston, we flew to Guatemala City. The time zones changed, and I kept losing hours. My body clock kept trying to catch up.

Once I walked out of the airport in Guatemala City, my feet had barely hit the concrete when I was immediately given a culture shock. I was suddenly in a completely different world, thousands of miles away from home, and somewhere that definitely wasn’t my comfort zone. Outside the airport, I was surrounded by people trying to sell me things, people asking for donations to a specific cause, and people who were begging. The policemen in Guatemala City were armed with massive guns, which served as a reminder to me that things are not as safe as they seem. The fact that the policemen were armed so heavily definitely intimidated me. I realize now that they were intimidating to me because it was different than what I was accustomed to. It’s not about me; it’s about them, I thought to myself for the first time that week. I needed to fully enter into a world that I knew very little about. I took a deep breath, and took the plunge, headfirst. There was no turning back.

From the airport, we drove to Panajachel, a town on the shore of Lake Atitlan. The further away from the capital I got, the more and more immersed in the culture I got. I didn’t have cell service, or my phone when I was there, but I was content to just look out the window during the drive. Guatemala was so beautiful. The countryside there looks like the country in the US sometimes, but most of the time, it doesn’t. The colors were so vivid, almost as if they really meant it. And the air was so fresh.

In Panajachel, I got a little frustrated. Spanish felt so awkward coming from my mouth. I stumbled over words a lot that first night. I was nervous about my speaking abilities, because I was a little rusty with speaking. I put my Spanish-English dictionary in my backpack and carried it with me, and it got a lot of usage from me that first night. The next morning, my brain was in complete overdrive. I was completely immersed in a world of people who knew little English to people who knew no English at all. All that translating of my thoughts in English to Spanish really did it for me. But I was happy- my Spanish was coming back to me, when I thought I had lost it completely. While shopping in Panajachel that morning, I learned that I have a secret talent for bargaining prices in a market. I managed to negotiate the price to one so much lower than the original price, and all the negotiating was done in complete Spanish. I was also complimented several times on my Spanish. My Spanish-English dictionary stayed in my bag that day, and did not make another appearance when I was speaking to someone for the entire week. I had somehow scaled the language barrier.

San Juan La Laguna- a little town filled with big love. We crossed Lake Atitlan to go to San Juan in a motorboat. I was not looking forward to it. This was a very rough boat ride. I thought that the boat would capsize several times on the trip across the lake. Once we reached San Juan, we rolled our luggage up a very steep hill to our hotel, and after we got settled in, I met some people who lived in San Juan. They were the happiest people I have ever met. They were happy to be where they were, and happy to have what they have. I remember thinking that I wanted the joy that they had. We talked to Francisco, the pastor at the Christian Church, who is also in charge of the Christian school we were working with, if there was anything we could do to help/teach in the school. I wanted to do something in my field of study, so I volunteered to do devotionals with students at the beginning of the school day. We also got to observe an English class taught at the school, which was, honestly, really cool for me to see. I had always wanted to observe an English class in another country, so this was my dream come true. I was living in the moment.

It struck me the first morning I was in San Juan that these people had an immense faith in God, because I observed a devotional in the 5th grade class that day. The teacher, who didn’t look like she was any older than I was, taught from experience. She instructed from faith. I was completely floored, and the kids paid complete attention to her. Later that day, while we were starting to paint the wall surrounding the school yard, I was still thinking about that. I did paint some, but then I ended up playing with the kids in the schoolyard (they asked me to, and I couldn’t resist.). After a shower and lunch, we headed to the cancha to spend time with the kids there until dinner. I started a basketball with 2 little girls, and it took off from there, becoming a game of twelve children against one- me. For some reason, the little ones absolutely adored me. I played that tickling game with them, the one that my own Papi had played with me when I was that young. This is what earned me the nickname “Ana La Arana” and it stuck.

Again, the immense faith the people of San Juan struck me as we walked up the hill to go to the church on Saturday, finding that it was closed, but that there was a Perpetual Adoration chapel nearby. It was truly amazing to me that people could have so much devotion to Our Lord, and I felt such a deep longing for that in my heart that day. Firecrackers were set off regularly in San Juan. I didn’t know why they set them off. Some said that it was to ward off evil spirits, some said it was for a celebration of some kind. But someone was setting them off during the wedding we attended later that Saturday, as well as during Mass that Sunday, and the firecrackers went off right in the middle of the Eucharistic Prayer. To have that joy when at Mass!

There is so much more that I could say, but my fingers are getting tired from typing so much. But I will say this, because it’s important: despite the bug bites, bruises, my farmer’s tan, and stepping out of my comfort zone the entire time, Guatemala has my heart, and I will go back again if I am able to.

Here’s why: The people of San Juan taught me 3 very important things.

  1. Trust others and show that you have a big heart. I honestly did not expect a little girl to come up to me and loop her arm in mine when I was walking to her classroom. So many little ones would take my hand when they were walking with me, trusting that I knew where I was going, and that I would keep them safe. In America, we are conditioned to be more reserved with trust. As someone with Latin American blood, it was still a shock for a little one, not knowing me, but knowing one of our group facilitators, come up to me and take my hand. Being in Guatemala has definitely expanded my big heart, and now I understand why St. Therese said that she would do little things with great love. The children of Guatemala have shown me how to treat others while I am working at Wendy’s in the drive thru, and I am about to lose my patience. I just have to love everyone, even if they aren’t particularly likable.
  2. Have joy in your faith and hold fast to it. Seeing these people during Mass, fully participating, was incredibly moving, so moving that it brought me to tears when I went to Sunday Mass on Pentecost. They were dressed up, even if they didn’t live in the best of conditions. And there were firecrackers being set off during Mass, most frequently during the Eucharistic Prayer. In San Juan, there is a Perpetual Adoration chapel, and it’s open all the time, at all hours, and people will go in, Catholic and non-Catholic alike, to worship, even at three in the morning. I was told that there have never been any murders in San Juan La Laguna because this chapel is because Christ is so present in the village. Their devotion is so beautiful, and I wish more of us could take away from that.
  3. Never take anything for granted. This is a big lesson that I learned. Now that I’m home, I think about Guatemala when I turn on the faucet and drink the water coming from it, thanking God for the clean water. I think about how fortunate I am when doing even the smallest of things, like looking at my pillows on my bed. As for hot showers, I don’t know yet. I haven’t taken a hot shower since my return to the United States. At this point, I am thankful for the water than I can use to be clean again.

You have my heart, Guatemala.

Pope’s “Laudato Si” Encyclical Causing Church Environment Problems



A new encyclical entitled “Laudato Si” is about to be released sometime today – (6 AM Eastern Time) – is causing controversy among Catholics and non-Catholics.  A draft of the encyclical was leaked by L’Espresso magazine and is getting mixed reactions.  In this draft, the Pope is siding with environmentalists and calling attention to global warming and the influence humanity has in this significant alteration of the Earth’s climate.

Conservatives are already attacking the Pope based on the leaked draft calling him a “progressive” and even a “communist.” Conservatives in the United States for the most part deny that global warming is occurring and believe it is propaganda from the left in order to put restrictions on businesses that generate a lot of profits at the cost of the environment. Even Catholics who adhere to conservative political views are upset at the Pope’s involvement in the global warming issue and…

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