Bon Dimanche! I was awakened by a knock on my door. It was Martha, coming to get me for dinner. Dinner at the Mission was at 7:30. Because of our proximity to the equator, Martha's and my walk across the lawn was in the dark. Sunrise was at six a.m., sunset at six p.m. She first took me to the kitchen, where I met those who, in addition to Martha, were to become closest to me over the next five months: Maman Noëline, her ten-year-old son Marc Antoine, and Faith Frances (pictured above, farthest right), a postulant whom I later learned is from Nigeria. I also met Angelique, the nurse who runs the dispensary, but I don't remember if it was right then. Once dinner was ready, we took our places in the refrectory, easier to show than describe: The priests sat at the head table. Two candidates and two oblates sat at the first table to the right, two candidates and one oblate at the table to the left. The oblate who was serving that evening sat at the small table, with one o...
My Five Joyful Months at the Mission Ste. Therese de l'Enfant Jesus