We Owe Each Other a Terrible Loyalty

“You. Come with me.” That was the beginning of the end. Ha.

“Spray, scrub, iodine, cream, then wrap it up. Go.” She spoke in broken English as she quickly demonstrated, and then sent me on my way. The Missionaries of Charity don’t mess around when it comes to serving our Lord in the poor.

I remember looking at the girls with me. Our unbelieving eyes met as if to say, “Is this honestly happening right now?” Funny story, it WAS.

The alleyway we were working in was lined with people, there to have their wounds attended to, there seeking some sort of healing. I didn’t realize it at the time, but turns out, that’s why I was there too.

“Go! Begin!” Sister said. I found myself slowly walking towards a 60 some year old man with his leg on the bench waiting to be tended to.

I was already sweating like a crazy woman due to the heat, but now I was sweating because, oh yes that’s right, I HAD NOT A CLUE WHAT THE HECK I WAS DOING.

I sat down in front of him and I’m sure my face said it all. I started to unwrap his old bandage, thinking to myself, “Should I tell him I majored in Theatre now or later?”

“Wound” was an understatement. These wounds were gashes, huge pieces of flesh… gone, complete holes, the list went on. This man’s leg was unlike anything I had ever seen. Just thinking about it makes me shake.

He could sense my fear, so, he took my kit and started cleaning it himself. I remember thinking, “Oh, yep. Yes. For sure. You know what you’re doing! I’ll just sit here and watch for moral support. Perfect. Good.”

He flew through the spray, he quickly scrubbed, he sprinkled the iodine on, and all the while I’m thinking, “Okay that wasn’t too bad, I can do that on the next guy.” And then he came to an abrupt stop. We both knew it wasn’t over though. The next step was the worst. The antibacterial cream.

This was the step where you actually had to touch the wound.

He looked at me and then handed me the cream, as if to say, “Now THIS is your job”.


And while that was happening in my head, this is what was happening in my heart, “Yes. This is simple. I’m going to do this. This is Jesus. And he is asking me to trust him. Yes.”

(“If your heart loves God, it is worth following.” -Peter Kreeft)

So I grabbed that cream, and by the strength and grace of God, I touched his wound. I touched every inch of it with that cream. I started singing to ease my fears, I prayed the Hail Mary out loud, and then I realized what scared me the most about what I was doing. I didn’t want to hurt him. I didn’t want to touch the place that I knew would cause him the most pain.

I felt exactly like Thomas. The whole time I was in Haiti, I felt like Thomas. Doubting. Doubting that I was actually helping these people in any way. Doubting that Lord was in the struggles, pain, and confusion he had placed in front of me. But in that moment, the Lord truly reveled himself to me. Right before I touched his wound I could hear the Lord saying, “Do you believe me? Do you believe that by touching his wound, even if it brings great pain in this moment, that you will be helping it heal? That through this purification, I will allow something new to be born? Do you believe me, without seeing?”

The Lord was talking about a whole lot more than the physical wound in front of me.

During my time in Haiti, He challenged me to throw out my fears, and to reach out in love, even when all things seemed completely off and nothing made sense. To believe He was there, even when everything just looked and felt like pain. To believe in Him, to believe in myself, and to believe in the people he placed around me.

G.K. Chesterton said, “We are all in the same boat, in a stormy sea, and we owe each other a terrible loyalty.

Amen to THAT. We mustn’t give up on each other, especially when it gets hard. Healing comes from prayer and surrender, yes, but it also comes from the broken brothers and sisters the Lord has placed in your path. We have so much to learn from each other.

That man in the alley brought me so much healing. Just by trusting me enough to see and touch his wounds, he showed me true humility, true vulnerability. He couldn’t take the last step alone, so he asked me to help him. I couldn’t take the last step alone, so I asked the Lord to help me. What a beautiful gift to be able to lean on each other, and in the end, find ourselves resting in the arms of the Lord. Isn’t that how we should be loving everyone in our lives? This gift was given to me time and time again in Haiti, through little babies, through the elderly, through my fellow missionaries, and through our amazing students.

Too often we let our own imperfections and insecurities hold us back from loving, from being vulnerable with each other and with God. We see our wounds as weaknesses, reasons to believe that we are not enough, so we carry them alone, silently. When really, we should be carrying each other to Christ. The fact that we are all broken should not hold us back, it should set us free. 

Pope Francis said “The wounds of Jesus are a scandal, a stumbling block for the faith, yet they are also the test of faith. That is why on the body of the risen Christ the wounds never pass away: they remain, for those wounds are the enduring sign of God’s love for us. They are essential for believing in God. Not for believing that God exists, but for believing that God is love, mercy, and faithfulness. Saint Peter, quoting Isaiah, writes to Christians: “by his wounds you have been healed”.


  1. Put your leg on the table and shine light on your wounds. That’s strength.
  2. Be vulnerable and carry each other to Christ. That’s love.
  3. Believe that he is making all things new. That’s a promise.