| The annual Mission by the College of St. Francis to Sucre, Bolivia, was an experience cherished by all. The students who traveled there learned the geography, culture, faith and love of a third world country that will stay with them forever. |  |
| The annual Mission by the College of St. Francis to Sucre, Bolivia, was an experience cherished by all. The students who traveled there learned the geography, culture, faith and love of a third world country that will stay with them forever. | |
| ...a physical description of what we did does not do justice to the experiences felt by all. | The itinerary for the journey shows trips to Indian villages, children's orphanages, a psychiatric hospital, the barrios, and a prison. However a physical description of what we did does not do justice to the experiences felt by all. Imagine an old grandmother breaking down in front of you because her children had deserted her. Try to put a crying baby down when you know that this may be the only time in its life that someone has shown it love. Also imagine looking out at the Andes Mountains with the exhilarating feeling that God is so very near! These are the true experiences. |
| Everywhere we went, the Bolivians accepted us. We went to visit the home of a very poor family. Did we offer them anything of ours? No, but this family offered us food, food that was supposed to be their dinner! | |
| We learned that a life with God is exciting, satisfying and necessary. | Greed, jealousy, and hatred, qualities seen every day in the United States, do not seem prevalent there. The spirit of love that centered around God inspired us to enjoy our trip even with the poverty we faced. We learned that a life with God is exciting, satisfying and necessary. |
| Half a world away, Bolivian children are crying out and their youths are pledging their lives to Jesus Christ, while we returned to the United States to our money and material possessions and our lesser faith. | |
| "No me olvidas," | This college mission was not of great physical nature,
although walking the hills of Sucre was a chore. It was and continues to
be a celebration of God's grace. I dream of the day I can return to share
a part of myself as they did for me. The Bolivians had one request which
always be close to my heart: "No me olvidas," or "Do not forget me." Mike
Mravle, CSF
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