The Gift of Second Chances

Author’s Note: This article uses creative writing to illustrate the dangers the Columbian people face daily. We invite you to meditate with gratitude on the blessings of the Mass and sacraments that we get to receive without fear. Please pray for the priests and religious women who risk their lives providing what is needed to sustain the faithful in Columbia.

We were together in a small room when the paramilitary soldiers burst in upon Fr. Yamid, Mother Maria Josepha, and some of the faithful, including myself.

Columbian Christians still suffer persecution and violence. We are constantly in danger from the drug cartels. Fr. Yamid has continued to give us solace through the word of God and the Eucharist and encourages us to resist involvement with or in the drug trade. Mother Maria Josepha has protected girls from harm under the cover of hospitals and orphanages. She prays daily to the Blessed Mother, asking her to protect the girls in her care.

I watched in silence as our priest, Mother Maria Josepha, and those who tried to intervene to save them, were dragged from the room. I saw one man try to stop a soldier, only to get savagely struck by the butt of a rifle.

The few who remained quickly drifted away, doing their best to not draw attention. I heard two trucks start up outside. After gunning the engines, they drove off.

I remained in the room and wept bitterly. I had not lifted a hand to help. I had, in my estimation, denied Christ by my failure to help. Mother Maria Josepha had refused to even look at me while she was being dragged away. I’m sure she was disgusted with me and found my cowardice contemptible.

I finally left the room and walked down the corridor to the woman’s ward in the hospital. I went to the bedside of an old woman who was recovering from a broken leg and arm. As I tended to her, she asked me if I’d been crying. I shook my head, not trusting myself to speak.

As I turned to go, she whispered urgently, “Aren’t you going to pray with me?” I answered that I wouldn’t presume to defile the word of God.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

I explained to her what had just happened in another part of the building. I told her how Mother Maria Josepha had been so disgusted that she wouldn’t even look at me. I told the woman that I deserved Mother’s disgust. I was full of self-loathing for my lack of courage.

“You’re wrong!” The woman insisted. I looked at her in surprise. “Mother Maria Josepha was protecting you! That wasn’t disgust; it was a gift—the only one she had left to give. She protected you by not acknowledging you. She saved your life.”

I looked into the old woman’s face as the truth dawned on me, and I thanked God for Mother Maria Josepha’s quick intelligence and courage. I realized that if she had looked at me, I would have tried to help. It would have prompted me to step in and end up in the back of that truck as well.

The woman asked me, “What are you going to do with your gift?”

“I will pray with you if you like,” I answered.

I realized I had been given more than my life. I had been given a choice. I could live my life protecting my life, or I could accept the courageous and persistent flame that was the light of Christ that the nun had entrusted to me. I could choose to hold it, protect it, and carry it out into the world.

And that is what I did until the day of my own arrest.

I, like Mother Maria Josepha, also gave a young girl witnessing my arrest the same gift that Mother had given me. With eyes downcast, I handed over the flickering flame and prayed to the Blessed Mother for her protection.

As I was led away, I imagined all the small lights of Christ that were burning around my troubled country. Then, as I died, I witnessed the greatest light, that of His love, and within its glow I saw the gentle smile of Maria Josepha.


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Jane Boyce is a cradle Catholic whose goal in life is to enter into deeper faith, joy, and gratitude as a disciple of Christ. She is devoted to Mother Mary and to practicing Ignatian Spirituality. Jane is a member of the Society of St. Vincent de Paul and carries prayer and the Eucharist to the homebound. Writing has been a part of her life since childhood, but a year ago, it became more than a hobby. You can learn more at JaneBoycehub.com .

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