Hearts are breaking all over Chimbote this night. The letter lurking inside my mailbox was unexpected, though in hindsight, recalling my recent time at the mission, not altogether shocking. Enclosed, I found a correspondence from Jack, explaining that he was leaving the mission- a place he has faithfully served for over thirty-eight years. I’m not embarrassed to say that I shed a few tears. For the record, my tears were not those born from sorrow. They were tears of joy and thanksgiving. Let...