An experience of light in the middle of a dark night. The Pentecost light of Saint Louise de Marillac.
I grew up in a far away place in the interior of Paraguay, where only when I was about 10 years old did electricity arrive. Therefore, it was normal for me to be around my house at night, there was a lot of darkness, except when there was a full moon. I think that’s why I was never afraid of the darkness, and it was hard for me to understand the people whom I met later, who were very afraid of darkness.
