Archbishop Oscar Romero. Emily Wade Will

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retreat, the matured Father Romero journaled about some of the doubts and mixed motives that had assailed him at the time. Like many seminarians who near ordination, he questioned whether he was suited to a life of celibacy. Yet he feared what people would think if he backed out of taking his vows at such a late date. He also worried about what he would do as a vocation after years of preparing for the priesthood.64

      Homeward Bound

      “Well, Oscar, let’s hope they don’t shoot us down.” Rafael tried to make light of their situation as they boarded a plane on August 16, 1943. Oscar had turned twenty-six the day before and Valladares was thirty. “Hopefully God will spare two young priests,” Rafael added with a laugh.

      The pair had an uneventful flight to Barcelona, Spain, where they boarded a ship to Cuba. During the two weeks it took to cross the Atlantic, they relished the idea that they’d soon be back in warm, sunny weather and reunited with their families. Their final war worry, they thought, were German submarines torpedoing ships in the Caribbean.

      When the ship weighed anchor in the Havana harbor, Cuban officials asked to see the papers of those disembarking.

      “What’s this? You’re coming from Rome,” a severe official asked the priests, who were dressed in their black cassocks.

      “We studied for the priesthood in Rome, and we’re headed home to El Salvador.” Valladares spoke for both of them.

      “Our plane wasn’t shot down and our ship wasn’t torpedoed,” Valladares commented to Romero. “But it looks like we still won’t get home any time soon.”

      “Think of the Apostle Paul,” Romero said. “He was shipwrecked three times, spent a night and a day in the open sea, and imprisoned at least once.”

      “And don’t forget how he was whipped thirty-nine lashes on five occasions, beaten with rods three times, and once pelted with stones.” Valladares smiled. “Let’s hope God doesn’t favor us quite so generously.”

      The two priests weren’t flogged, beaten, or stoned during their four-month internment, but, like Paul, they experienced hunger and hardship. Already undernourished, the hard labor assigned them at the camp exhausted them to the point they became ill. Valladares might have died had not Redemptorist priests in Havana heard of their plight, worked for their release, and got them admitted to a Havana hospital. With their identities and travel purposes verified, Cuban officials allowed them to leave.

      From San Miguel city, Romero headed to his hometown of Ciudad Barrios, where the townspeople turned out to give him a grand reception, proud of their native son who had studied in Rome.

      He said his first mass there on January 11, 1944, undoubtedly recalling Father Monroy’s first mass in the same church some thirteen years earlier, when Oscar had confided in officials his interest in the priesthood.

      The eight years between Romero’s 1935 graduation from minor seminary and his 1943 return to El Salvador furnished a turbulent stage on which he grew to adulthood and was ordained a priest. His reunion with his family was tinged with sadness, for the family had experienced upheaval while Oscar was faraway and correspondence nearly impossible. While Romero studied in Rome, his younger brother Rómulo died of appendicitis at age seventeen. The family lost its farmland, and the older children left town to seek their fortunes elsewhere. His mother would eventually move to San Miguel to live with her daughter and two grandsons, and Oscar helped his youngest brother, Gaspar, study in a San Miguel high school.

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