I can’t tell you how many times I’ve told to “follow my dreams.” That message seems to be everywhere in American society. As children, we’re told we can be anything we want. We can reach for the stars!
Voices and bongo drums resound in worship at the Kobonal Haiti Mission. A band and choir set a celebratory atmosphere for the hundreds of poor, rural Haitians gathered at this simple open-air pavilion for Father Glenn Meaux’s Mass.
I was apprehensive about tagging along with the Cap-Haitien Prison Ministry in Haiti. I had heard stories about prisons in developing countries, but I had never seen one for myself.
Thomas Aquinas was the youngest of nine children born to noble parents in the Kingdom of Sicily. Following the tradition of the times, five-year-old Thomas was sent to the Abbey of Monte Cassino to train among Benedictine monks.
When I was preparing to take my first trip as a Cross Catholic staff writer, I expected to encounter poverty in developing nations. I did not immediately consider the joy that I would find thriving, even in the most challenging regions of the earth.
Children are getting ready to return to school, both here in the United States and in Haiti. Haitian kids begin classes about two weeks later than schoolchildren in America. But no matter where a child goes to school, whether he or she is rich or poor, the excitement over a new school year is universal.