Being Christ to them

When I was growing up as a little boy and a mass server in our village Church, I desired so much to be like the Italian Fr. Domenici, a Consolatta missionary who worked in our parish. What fascinated me most was his mastery of my mother tongue and above all the accent in which he pronounced his “carefully selected” words, so as to break the word for us on that only Sunday in a month that we got mass. ┬áthe parish had 21 chapels in the villages some as far as 20 kilometers away. The rest of the Sundays of … Continue reading Being Christ to them