Louis is a French missionary, who knew Heart’s Home when he was working in finance in Manhattan. He joined the Heart’s Home community in Chile in July 2009, for a 14-month mission.
Seven months already! I’m already halfway through the experience and yet it went so fast... However well structured our life is by the repetition of the activities from morning prayer to evening prayer, every single moment is unique. Could it be the Love that we freely receive every day throughout our hour of adoration and the daily Mass that gives meaning to every single action? [...]
"I is Another"
The other day I went to lunch with a French friend of Heart’s Home who grows a vineyard in Santiago. Since Jean-Pascal received this vineyard in leasing, each year its wine goes up in the rankings of qualitywine. Jean-Pascal is passionate about the subject and tells us a little bit of how he is making his wine. After the harvest and the press, the juice is placed in different barrels according to the grape. The different barrels have to be "assembled" to make the wine. The art of the winemaker is deployed in this particular stage of assembly. [...] What interests Jean-Pascal is to "recognize" the character of the wine Domus, to be faithful to the roots of this wine that he has been leased. Sometimes, he says, it requires him assembling barrels together that he does not particularly like. But thanks to his loyalty to this wine that he has received, each year Domus goes up in the rankings.
"I is Another" says Rimbaud quoted by Zundel. I also try to be faithful to this mission that I have received; sometimes at the price of not doing necessarily what I want. Being a presence of compassion and consolation, sometimes it annoys me, I want another mission, more action. [...] The right wine for me has been those words of Señora Juana, a very poor woman, as we listened her telling us her great suffering: “You could bring me some noodles, I would give you thanks but that’s not what I need. What I need is what you brought me, your presence.” I am not trying to diminish the importance of sometimes giving food to poor people, rather I have discovered fertility in the fidelity in the mission I have received.
Our weekly visit to the prisoners
Every Saturday, Vianney, Alejandra and I go to the high security prison which is at the top of our hill. [...] I am struck by the thirst of the prisoners. A thirst so great that sometimes I can read it on their faces, their eyes wide open, focused on our poor words. A thirst so great that often they will also go to the other religions’ reunions (Evangelicals, Mormons and others…). At their side, I realize the importance of our mission. [...]
Sometimes I think I have found the right inspiration, the right word but it is more than that that we are giving them, it is a presence, the presence of Christ. It is a moment "where I can forget the prison" as a prisoner told us last week. It is a time when they may be weak. It is a moment when I receive a living catechism. Freddy, talking with another: "My faith is my faith, nothing can shake it. The pedophile priests, I do not care, my faith is my faith." For Freddy his faith is his hope, the reason of his life. Is this the same for me?