Sr. Pamela Marie Buganski
“God is always talking to me when I am in Guatemala.”
Three times this week I was touched by the simple faith of persons in Antigua. Simple, yet rich examples from persons whose faith runs with the blood of their bodies and sings with their souls.
I sat on a chair as Factor, the gardener, illuminated by the lights behind him in the evening darkness, told me in Spanish that to believe in God is what matters. The smile on his face spoke even more clearly of his faith than his words or gestures.
My teacher and her husband, Janet and Jorge, are consecrating their civil marriage of 6 years in church today. The dressmaker absconded with her simple dress and my teacher discovered that her mother and father had made an earlier promise and would not be able to come. Despite this and more, she spoke of the love of God for her whom she calls 'Daddy'. Her tears of excitement, sorrow and faith spoke more loudly than her words.
An old woman in Mayan dress stood with a young man before the large painting of St. Joachim in the church. It appeared that the woman was moving an unlit candle over the throat and chest of the young man whispering prayers as she did so. The reverence of the young man was a shout of faith in the silent church.
The parable of the Mustard Seed has always been a favorite of mine. Up until now, I have thought of the words "if your faith is the size of the mustard seed then you can say to this mountain....." Size is an American thing. I don't think that God was thinking about size. God was planting people, simple people, among the rest of us and telling them to let their faith shine. Indeed, the mountains are moving.
Sr. Pam Buganski
Sr. Pam joined SewHope as our first American Project Coordinator in 2012