I hadn’t realized that it’s been 24 years since the assassination of Romero. I remember watching a movie about the whole thing in high school for Spanish class, since Mrs. Reilley wanted us to be aware of the Spanish speaking world in more than just “Me gustan chicos guapos” terms. That woman was a phenomenal teacher and was the most unobvious activist I had ever met. She was someone pushing for better responsibility and quality in education in a way that my brain was only beginning to understand back then. Of course, at that point I was the only high school student she had ever caught reading Kozol. We had a mutual deep-seated like for each other.
When I think of Romero, for some reason, my brain conjures up images of Ruben Blades “El Padre Antonio y Su Monagillo Andres.” Not the same story at all, but another sad ending in a world that too few people think about.
What I love about Romero is that he always had words of hope in a time that seemed so absent of hope to those around him. This is an excerpt from a related prayer posted on WorldChanging:
This is what we are about:
We plant seeds that one day will grow.
We water seeds already planted, knowing that they hold future promise.
We lay foundations that will need further development.
We provide yeast that produces effects beyond our capabilities.
We cannot do everything
and there is a sense of liberation in realizing that.
This enables us to do something,
and to do it very well.
It may be incomplete, but it is a beginning, a step along the way,
an opportunity for God¡¯s grace to enter and do the rest.
This reminds me so much of the words from a friend of mine, Andre. I hope and hope and hope, and believe, that we can make progress, that there is hope.