By Jon Marsellus
My grandmother who lives in Toronto
has always been an advocate for social justice. Concerned with the lives of
those less fortunate than herself, she has taken many international trips in
her retirement. One of those trips was to here in El Salvador.
My grandmother
found a spiritual hero in Monseignor Oscar Romero and his message of liberation.
She has told me his story dozens of times at home, from the assassination of
Rutillo Grande, to Monseignor's fight for peace and freedom, to his death in
1980. When I told her that I was coming here she was ecstatic. She sent me
tonnes of information on El Salvador.
None of it could have prepared me for my
arrival here. Entering Monseignor Romero's room was awe inspiring, compelling
me to remove my hat. Stepping on the ground of the martyred Jesuit priests
brought me to tears. Presenting the 13 brand new laptops to the school in San
Salvador was a true joy. Working with
the people at the school in San Rafael and building the fence was more
satisfying than any work from home. Seeing the memorial wall filled my heart
with terror and pain and sadness. Being here with you brought me hope. My soul
has been fed.
Gracias A Dios.
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