Father Quinn, pray for us

I don't knoq why, but lately my thoughts have been about the life of Padre Quinn and Saltillo. I was fortunate enough to go to Saltillo in 1992 and meet him. The mission trip made an impact on me that even after 30 years, I still can't shake some of the images of poverty from my mind. We've all heard the expressions of living in a cardboard box, but there I actually saw people living in those conditions. From time to time when my egocentric nature would get upset about my life's condition, I go back there in my mind and am humble myself. I was always amazed by the stark contrast of beauty and desolate poverty. How could the human condition fall so much in what appeared to be a slice of God's garden? These things still preoccupy my mind, and quite a bit more lately than ever before. Maybe I need to go back, maybe there is something I need to do for the people, maybe it's something I need to do for myself? Padre Quinn, ruega por mí.