If we are quiet enough, and aware enough we can commune with the spirits that inhabit the space in which we find ourselves. This afternoon I stood on the very spot where Romero's body fell after being fatally wounded. My hand brushed the stone floor where his blood was poured out. I prayed at the altar of his sacrifice. I walked through his living quarters and breathed the air he breathed. I cannot explain in words the feelings coursing through my own veins as I stand in this space—this space that such a holy man, who cared so deeply for his people lived holds stories of pain and suffering and yet ... Once again ... Hope! His life has not been forgotten, he preached of his potential death saying if he were to be killed that he would rise again in the Salvadoran people—this was clearly a prophesy that has been fulfilled and continues to be so!
"On this altar Monsignor Oscar A. Romero offered his life to God for his people."
¡Oscar Romero Presente!
Con amor,
Sarita
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