Still at the "rest stop" so I shall share my final "catch up reflection" on Monday!
Last night before returning to the hotel the group of us who split yesterday to visit the Romero sites visited the Jesuit martyr sites where the others had early spent time.
It was once again a powerful experience of "the church" the people. In some ways—though it was difficult to see the rose garden in the dark—it was eerily appropriate. The priests were marched out of the rectory in the middle of the night, in their sleeping clothes, and killed right below where the rose garden now commemorates their lives.
Inside we saw the very clothes they were wearing that night, the torn bathrobe, the ripped night shirt, the blood stained under garments and sandals. I cannot imagine the fear they felt walking to what they surely understood would be their death.
Where does such courage come from? Did they doubt in their final moments? Were they filled with peace? Did they try to talk to their assassins? What would you or I do?
One day I hope to live in a world that was made peaceful by the courage of men and women who did not arm themselves with weaponry but with love and who gave their lives for the cause of justice!
Con Paz,
Sarita
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