THROWN INTO THE SEA
HENRI COURSOL 92 years young and free - February 2, 2015 On my arrival in Choluteca in 1954, I found that I was so submerged by holy water and baptisms that I had the impression of having been thrown into the sea. The waiting queues to have the children baptized had no end. That enormous appetite for baptisms could be explained by the fact that in that «very catholic» region in the south of Honduras, there had been no priest for a long period of time. And so, we rolled our sleeves up and began baptizing with all our strength. I nearly drown myself in the sacraments. It was the mission in reverse: instead of evangelizing first and then go to the sacraments, the respect for the local culture required from us that we begun with the sacraments and finish with the gospel. Well… why not, after all? Southern Honduras did not attract foreigners, because the region, besides being very poor, was ravaged with malaria.