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Sr. Lissette Falcones, SHM: Then she looked at me, and I saw that she was crying.

April 18, 2014: Sr. Lissette Falcones, Servant Sister of the Home of the Mother, remembers this day perfectly, because she witnessed Sr. Clare’s immense love for Jesus Crucified, and how she lived Good Friday. It’s been almost four years, but Sr. Lissette says, “I´m going to write what happened in Guayaquil in Holy Week of 2014. It is something that constantly comes to my mind. Our Lord and our Sr. Clare remind me a lot about it.”

It was Good Friday, exactly April 18, 2014. Like every week, we got together to practice the songs for Mass. As they were very intense days, we met up at 11:00 in the morning, in Nuestra Señora de Loreto (Our Lady of Loreto) Parish in Guayaquil.

I remember that we were in the back part of the church, on the upper floor. That is where the choir room is, and it’s a type of room with acoustic insulation. Our Lord was present in the altar of repose in the church downstairs from the previous afternoon, Holy Thursday.

In that room, there were several young people from the parish choir. The rehearsal started and Sr. Clare was talking to us about the importance of the songs for that day, but nobody was paying attention. Some were looking at their cell phones, others talking among themselves…I looked at Sr. Clare. Her face was red, very red, and suddenly she started to yell. I had never seen her like that, and even less yell. She said to us, “If you don’t want to be here, go. Why have you come here? You don’t have any idea what happens today. Jesus is there downstairs. He gave His life for us, and you don’t have any idea what that means.”

After that, she left the room very quickly, closing the door strongly. I followed her. When we got downstairs where the altar of repose was, she knelt down. I knelt beside her. Then she looked at me, and I saw that she was crying. She said, “Forgive me, Lissette, but I had to say it. Am I right or not? They don’t realize…They don’t realize that today is Good Friday. They don’t know what that means.”

After that day, she apologized to me often for having reacted as she did, but I knew that she was right. We didn’t realize what it meant that Jesus gave His life for us. On the contrary, it meant a lot to her, because it was a cross, Jesus’ cross that had given her light and converted her heart.

In the choir rehearsals, Sr. Clare always said to us that if we sang, we had to do it for God’s glory and not for our own glory, and that we should sing with strength for the Lord. I’m a witness that she did.

I give thanks to God and to Our Mother for the example that I always saw in Sr. Clare’s total surrender.


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