"...yet trying so hard to dream."

A Sister needing a motorbike to deliver yogurt in the tropics.

Another starting a business in a Haitian slum.

Or . . . a Sister gunned down on a lonely path through the Amazon.

These aren’t happenings readily imagined. These aren’t the inventions of stereotype. They have to have actually happened, or be happening still.

The Sister needing the motorcycle is Rebecca Trujillo. The Sister in the slums is Katherine Corr. The Sister in the Amazon, gone all these years that seem but an eye blink – Dorothy Stang.

None lived or are living according to a plan they could have foreseen. Sister Dorothy went to Brazil to work in the cities. Sister Sissy went to Haiti to build a school (not a bakery). Sister Rebecca went to Nicaragua having no idea what was in store.

But they did have one thing in common, as do all Sisters of Notre Dame de Namur: Sisters go to where the need is, and to where others choose not to venture. Then, they listen hard and wait for God’s quiet voice offering direction. It may not be an easy direction, but that’s the direction they go.

They face down wealthy landowners and loggers to provide subsistence farmers with the most basic of human rights.

They bake and market life-giving bread in the poorest nation in the hemisphere, in a slum where garbage goes in the sea and sewage runs in the street.

Sister Rebecca Trujillo with friends at the Park of Stars in Nicaragua

And in Sister Rebecca’s case – working with people with disabilities in the second poorest nation in the hemisphere – she uses whatever tools and opportunities are at hand to uplift people so ostracized they might never emerge from their homes. She does this through microbusinesses for employment, through special education for children, through support groups for families especially mothers many of whom endure terrible violence.

Often, the paycheck from a microbusiness is all a family has to put food on the table and keep a roof overhead. The businesses include recycling, a café, the production of arts and crafts, a shop making wheelchairs from bicycles; and yes, the making, selling and delivering of yogurt. All operate through thick and thin, even during the civil strife of several years ago when hundreds died, roads were blocked and commerce came to a standstill. There was no choice; to stop was to starve.

Please help Sister Rebecca as you can; she needs that motorbike.