Holy Saturday, Foreign Missions, and the Coronavirus
I don’t even know how to put to words what I am feeling right now. “What the heck just happened?” I imagine that’s what the apostles were feeling on this Holy Saturday many years ago. “I thought this would end differently.” “It wasn’t supposed to be this way.” Being a foreign missionary in the time of the Coronavirus is a confusing, heart-wrenching, emotion-filled time. And yet there is beauty, hope. We have the gift of watching the Lord move, of hearing His voice in new ways, and of moving with Him when He asks us to move. I can’t say that my heart isn’t broken. It very much is broken. On March 19th, after celebrating the feast of St. Joseph with our local parish in L’Asile, Haiti, we received news that the Coronavirus had finally reached Haiti with two new confirmed cases. The borders were suddenly closed. No flights in or out. The procession from the crowded feast of St. Joseph The next day our community jumped into action. We made hand sanitizer and bleach water.