From 2018-06-28 to 2018-07-27

Our dream for the mission


With the Father, Son and Holy Spirit we want to live a family spirit that binds us in joy and in pain, where loneliness and insecurity find a safe  and warm place, where our pain and gifts are understood and accepted, where compassion abides. I succeed, we succeed; I fail, we fail; I rejoice, we rejoice! Then, our hearts filled with joy and confidence, we will with faith leave the familiar path and tread the unfamiliar, knowing our family surrounds us. A family that heeds our fears and recognises the seeds of the hidden treasure. It looks not on my accomplishments. It looks at my inner being


What better way of living the Good News within and across frontiers! It is our life that matters most, not what we can do. Despite the brokenness that we come with on this holy ground, a precious treasure awaits to be shared… the fullness of God`s love lies here. Within this treasure lies the richness of our being and the ability to share the Good News. To every age, people and nation our hearts want to reach, in every situation our hearts want to open, hearts wherein each oone of you has helped to sow seeds, seeds of hope, trust and acceptance This heart become whole again and again, become broken again and again… Yet God`s love abides always! From the ashes of our failures and hearts longings, the Lord creates anew. What better way of making Him known than to sing His goodness for ever with our life, with our being!



Thank you, Gracias, Merci, notre Père pour le cadeau de la vie Nous voulons donner notre vie pour la mission au service de ton peuple Aide-nous à rester fidèle à laisser nos cœurs se remplir de joie pour chanter sans cesse la chanson de l`amour Pour le monde avec notre vie, Pour gravir le sommet des collines et franchir les montagnes Nous grandissons ensemble dans l`amour en famille dans la fraternité Amen

MIC SCHOLASTICS…….our work brought into poetry and prayer





From 2018-05-31 to 2018-08-31

Cerro Rico


At the entrance of the mine there is a statue El Tio which represents the god of the mine. After offering him cigarettes or alcohol, the miners enter the tunnels walking half bent because the low ceilings. If you are not wearing a helmet, look out for your head. The mine has many openings but some are as small as a man hole. All day long, the men climb ladders their bags filled with stone chippings. They explode dynamite charges at will, no matter the danger. In the city there are stalls of dynamite sticks and hessian sacks full of coca leaves, the inhabitants’ Tylenol.

Why do men continue coming to this lifeless mine? For the livelihood of their families! Fatalism and resignation is another reason—“my grandfather was a miner, my father was a miner, I am also a miner” they say.

The mines are dark but with my flashlight I could see the brilliancy of dust particles still imprisoned in the rock. There is absolutely no life in the mineral universe, not even a mouse said my tour guide because it would have nothing to eat. Men eat very little, it is impossible for them to bring a lunch due to the dust that would infiltrate the food and spoil it. So they chew enormous wads of coca leaves that help them keep going.


When miners come out of the mine at the end of the day or at night time, they must sleep. Since most of them live in a one room house, cohabitation is not easy. The children must go outside and make no noise; using rudimentary installations, the women organize themselves to wash and dry the clothes. Notwithstanding their great poverty and harshness of life, the inhabitants are believers. Their syncretistic beliefs are a combination of Catholicism and the ancient gods. It is with respect and attachment that the people continue celebrating the ancient divinities.

Upon our return home, we ponder upon what we have seen. The many injustices do not leave us indifferent but we do feel powerless before such misery. The knowledge we have acquired, the awareness of the living conditions of the miners help us to be attentive to their plight. After such a trip, we realize that we all have a duty to keep alive in our memory those great tragedies which have been too quickly and easily forgotten.

Suzanne Lachapelle