This morning, we were greeted with open arms and wide smiles at St. James School. The students lined the pathways to welcome us with music, laughter, and excitement. Their energy was contagious, and their stories powerful. We sat in on classroom lessons and engaged in conversation with teachers and administrators—learning that joy and connection speak a universal language.

What stood out wasn’t just the hospitality—it was the sense of dignity and pride. These students know their value, and their teachers reflect that belief right back to them. In moments of 1:1 conversation, we heard dreams of becoming doctors, musicians, engineers, and priests. St. James doesn’t just educate—it nurtures hope.

After lunch, we visited the Brother André Medical Centre, named after the beloved Holy Cross brother known for his quiet faith and healing touch. We toured the facility—observing the structure, equipment, and staff at work. Compassion was present in every hallway. This is not a hospital of excess, but one of intention: a space where people are known, seen, and cared for.

We closed the day in the most beautiful way—with a Mass celebrated in one of Dandora’s small Christian communities. These neighborhood-based gatherings are the heart of the Church here. We prayed side by side with parishioners who welcomed us not as guests, but as family. The singing shook the tent. The Word rooted deep. The Eucharist united us across cultures and oceans.

Today was a reminder that the Church doesn’t only live in sanctuaries and steeples. It lives in classrooms, hospital corridors, and crowded tents. In Dandora, faith is not a place—it’s a people