~ Kaka Lucas Mon 7 March 2022

I like my new room. It is big enough, nice comfortable bed, a study table, a big mirror that allows me to see Me every morning. A small beautiful bathroom that allows me to just be without fear someone will bounce in when I am doing my soloist. But one thing about this room is that I meet Him who began the journey in me, Jesus. Here we talk, we hug, we cuddle, we cry and he allows me to crack in crazy laughter. I didn’t know Jesus can be funny, he has a lot of sense of humor.

Today Monday the first week of Lent was almost like other Monday. Marque, it is the second week since I become a resident in this parish. So Mondays are off days for my father and priest. He is always on his sofa while I am attending classes in my room. Today I had only one class, one was cancelled 16min after the hour of class and the double lessons weren’t kept and nothing was communicated. That is normal anyway.

While laying on this beautiful comfortable bed, I went on ‘meds’ as we say in jamaica. I spoke to God on a different level. I wrote a letter to some people in my head as I have always done for the last six months. But also I went on to remember one of our parish members who is going through chemotherapy. I prayed for her and I hug her virtually.

I too was in dark moments just like her. It may not be the same in million ways but the similarity of not knowing is very same. When I was in total darkness between 2014-2015 and this repeated itself again between 2021- part of 2022. I went to Jesus through his mother, our Blessed Mother Mary. Also, I considered a saint my novice master was devoted to. He was an older guy according to many of his pictures. White long beards in Franciscan monk dress code. He was so lucky to have been given a chance to share the wounds of Jesus, so he had the 5 wounds of Jesus (the stigmata). He use to bi-locate – he could be in two places at the same time. He could read minds, foresee, prophesy and even know when you aren’t truthful during confession. Saint Padre Pio is known to be a miracle worker, now I am speaking from my very own experience.

I wanted to be a priest from my childhood, but I ended up joining the Missionary life that was only for brothers. In the years after I took my first vows, I met a girl who saw me as more than just a mire brother cooking and serving the poor. She told me ….. “brother, you could be a very good priest”. There and then my desire to be a priest was turned on again.

During my visit to the vocation director. I prayed my rosaries every morning and novena to Padre Pio repeatedly. It took me almost four visits to the director of vocations before I was accepted. That was my first miracle with Pio. I know it doesn’t sound dramatic. But be patient, I take small miracles more serious.

It was on a Wednesday and the same girl who saw priesthood in me was coming to Jamaica that very day. She come with a bag packed with all I needed to travel. But I didn’t have a ticket to travel back to the diocese since the community was to send me back to my home country if I was to leave the missionary life. So I went back to Jesus on the altar. I had my letter written and every week I was serving mass I would go early and spread the letter under the corporal that is placed below the altar vail. This is the exact place where the chalice and plate containing the precious body of Jesus were placed. Other days I wasn’t serving my letter was under the statue of Mary – Our Lady of Fatima. All this was done early before brothers woke up. So I started asking for my ticket back to the diocese……. (Pray and Don’t worry)…… – to be continued…