Diary of the Ghetto Priest | I marvel at my life, shares Brother Luciano
Brother Luciano was born on August 8, 1992, 25 years ago. He is a kind and gentle brother who seems to wear an invisible halo around his head. The eighth of August is the feast day of St Dominic Savio, a young saint who died at the age of 14 in the 18th century.
Sometimes I believe I am living among brother saints who are very human yet so good, having weaknesses, yet so very virtuous. It is a real privilege for me. How I wish I were as worthy as some of these brothers!
Born outside of marriage, Luciano considered himself to have been blessed by the Lord. Somehow, he believed God had a plan for him, call it divine providence. it is so mysterious.
His parents planned to get married in 1993, one year after Luciano was born. But five days before the marriage, Ronald, his father, was shot at night while on duty as a guardsman in a village outside a shopping centre.
The little boy, Luciano, did not grasp the situation. He was only one year old. And Luciano did not find out the truth until five years ago, when his mother died, that his father, Ronald, had been murdered.
Luciano told me that it seemed like a tragedy. But as he looks back, he sees it as God's plan. If he had not lost his father, he would not have been poor, he would not have died as an outside child without his parents being married, and, most important, he would not have been given free boarding, free education by some Catholic sisters, who gave him a wonderful high school education, free room and board, and most important, the love of Christ.
TRIED TO KILL HERSELF
As a little boy, Luciano told me that he stayed with his grandmother, Maria, on his father's side. They were very religious, devoted to the Blessed Virgin Mary. He learned from his grandmother to carry flowers to the Virgin Mother of Christ, to read the bible, to give thanks to God for what He has done. They were poor, but had much faith. they went to mass often during the week and on Sundays.
After Ronald died, Luciano's mother, a young woman, was lonely. Then she met a man. they lived together without marriage and they bore a son. When the boy was just two months old, the father left. Luciano's mother was desperately lonely again and needed help from a man. she bore for him a sister. Then Pablo, her third man, left her after four months of the latest daughter's birth.
In 2008, Luciano's mother tried to take poison. She ended up in the hospital for three months. She realised it was wrong.
A few years after that, she lived alone with the three children. Then she died of a broken heart and a broken body. The Catholic sisters took over the children's lives and schooled them.
Luciano received free boarding and free education, given by the sisters.
Now, he is a Missionary of the Poor. It has been nine years. He is happy, joyful, serving the poorest of people. He is a nurse. He is a caregiver. He is sensitive, prayerful, and filled with joy as he serves the poorest of Jamaicans. He is quiet, reflective and never stops giving thanks.
Though there are moments of great sadness, Luciano is mostly happy.
"How happy I am to serve the poor and forgotten Jamaicans! It is service to my own brothers and sisters. I, too, came from the poor family. I'll be happy for the rest of my life to serve the least of my brothers and sisters and to serve Christ," Luciano declared.