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Thanks be to God

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This past month we have been very grateful for many things in our community.  We were able to share in a communal feast with a variety of Finca neighbors, employees and friends.  It was a joy to share the culture of the United States with all of them, as they continually invite us into their homes to share in their culture.  Cooking for around 100 people isn’t easy so we had to break into groups to accomplish this task.  Here is what each of us was responsible for and little update on our lives here at the Farm… Read more →

The next chapter


Suyapa and Rony Flores have now served the Farm as house parents for three years. They were the parents in St. Joseph’s House for two years, then took a break, and came back in August of 2010 to serve as house parents in Our Lady of Guadalupe, our boys ages 9-12. Read more →

The Humble Life of Vincent Pescatore

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by Colleen Smith (Feb. 18, 1996)

Leaving his job as a highly paid corporate auditor, he set out to build houses for the poor. On a recent mission trip, at age 35, he was killed. When Vincent Pescatore’s plane crashed Jan. 3 in Honduras, he left behind not only his wife, Zulena, five children ages 7 to seven months, relatives, friends, and associates. Those mourning the 35 year-old Pescatore also include scores of Latin American men, women, and children who found a home, education, and health care at Pescatore’s Farm of the Child. Read more →

Like Eucharist, I was broken

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Like Eucharist, I was broken. Broken bodies. Broken Spanish. Broken hearts.

By Erin Ramsey, a Farm of the Child Missionary

A few weeks ago, Father John asked me to share a part of my story with you. It is a story of adventure, of brokenness, of learning to be Christ for others, of learning to put love into action. I am learning, too, that my story is just beginning. Read more →

The Finca is my family

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The Finca is my family

By Joel Álvarez Menocal, a child of the Finca

Here I am, pen in hand
with paper anxiously waiting
for the quill’s fine point
to scratch across its skin.

Once again, it asks,
“What will you say to me today?
What will you tell me?”
The pen takes life in my hand
and I begin to write… Read more →

My father, Vincent Pescatore

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As we remember the life and death of Vincent Pescatore on the 16th anniversary of his death (1/3/1996), we remember that Vincent was not only a missionary and a servant of God, but a husband and a father.  In this reflection, his daughter, Pamela, honors her hero – her father.

I want to give recognition to the person who inspired me to give my best every day. A brilliant man who took advantage of every second of his life and fought to achieve his goals, he found true happiness in life with his compassionate heart and always had not one hand but both to help those in need. Read more →