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Venezuela: Searching for Life Amid the Rubble

Isabella García-Ramos Herrera - A Venezuelan in the diaspora asks: where is God in the rubble today?

People search through the debris of a collapsed building after an earthquake, with broken concrete slabs and rubble piled beneath a clear blue sky.

People Searching Through Earthquake Rubble in Venezuela

We are definitely in God’s hands” — and the people of Venezuela are proving it, stone by stone.
— Isabella García-Ramos Herrera
Isabella García-Ramos Herrera Venezuela: searching for life, life amid the rubble.

Isabella García-Ramos Herrera - A Venezuelan in the diaspora asks: where is God in the rubble today?

On Wednesday, June 24, 2026, shortly after 6:00 p.m. Caracas time, Venezuela was struck by two earthquakes: one measuring 7.1 on the Richter scale and the next measuring 7.5, occurring 39 seconds apart. Scientists call this a "seismic doublet." These are two of the strongest earthquakes to hit Venezuela in over a hundred years.

My family is in Venezuela. They're all okay. But not every Venezuelan can say the same. When I spoke with my parents right after it happened, my father — still in shock — told me: "Isa, the worst of it was the helplessness. Feeling like there was absolutely nothing I could do. You know me — you know I don't freeze up when I'm scared — but yesterday the only thing I could do was hold your mother, cover her with my body as best I could under the doorframe, and think that we weren't going to survive to tell the story. In the middle of the tremor, I was overcome with sadness and rage at the thought of dying, because I realized I would never see you or your brother again. I told myself, 'It's over for us here…' And yet, here we are. We are definitely in God's hands." I should mention that my father is not a believer — or at least, that's what he told me the last time I asked.

In these past hours, the awareness of our fragility has come over us. We've come face to face with our true condition: the nothingness that we are. And the most urgent question has surfaced in everyone. On whom — or what — do we depend? What, or who, sustains us?

The reaction of the Venezuelan people is unanimous. Everyone — inside the country and in the diaspora, in interviews and on social media — has echoed my father's exact words: "We are definitely in God's hands." But people have taken those words in opposite directions.

For some, they are the greatest consolation. For others, they are a sign of the deepest loneliness.

Because for all of us — both those who feel consoled and those who feel alone — a second question has also surfaced: "Where is God today in Venezuela?" Day and night, we have looked for Him everywhere we could think of.

We looked for Him on social media and in phone calls to the people we love.

But we realized that to find Him, we have to pass through a great deal of pain. Every photo and every video on social media is worse than the one before. Some people answer our calls. Others don't. The search for specific faces begins. Citizens themselves — seeing that law enforcement, the national police, the army, are nowhere to be found — have organized to search with whatever resources they have.

In less than twenty-four hours, citizens had already built two websites where people can enter information about the missing. Social media is full of photos of those who haven't been found yet. When we see someone's update — "He's been found! He's okay!" or "We managed to locate her; she's in the hospital" — we breathe again as if we had a close connection to that person. In a sense, we do.

To find God, we also have to endure the silence. The silence of those who wait on social media, checking every two minutes for the message that their loved one has been found. Against all odds, all that grows is the hope that they are alive. It is also the silence of rescue workers amid the rubble, waiting to hear a knock, a cry rising up through the stones, telling them that someone beneath the debris is still alive. It is the silence of those waiting for the tolls and the figures — knowing these aren't just numbers but real lives — and we rebel against estimates because we need, as our Cervantes Prize laureate Rafael Cadenas would say, "terrifying exactness." We cannot work from assumptions, not when reality is this urgent. It is the silence of those far away, those who have to go back to their routines as if nothing is happening, when in fact something enormous is happening. Another blow is being dealt to a nation already devastated. We are realizing, once again, that even though they drove us out of the country, they couldn't take away the country we carry inside us.

Because yes — there is an entire country, beneath the rubble, crying out as never before. Crying out that yes, we have found them: Venezuela and God. And we found them right there, among the cracks. God is in the rubble.

He is in those firefighters, rescue workers, and paramedics working side by side with ordinary people. People are moving stones and clearing rubble with bare hands and with shovels brought from their homes. Firefighters are asking for tools because the devastation is so massive they don't have the right equipment — yet they have the urgency and the will to save lives. Some of those pulled from the rubble, finding themselves more or less unharmed, stay behind to help pull others out from that very spot — the place where they themselves were trapped just minutes before. Children have been brought out in groups of three. Newborns have crawled out of the rubble. Women have given birth in the ruins, with no medical assistance beyond what could be found on the spot.

He is in those civilians who put everything they have — and then some — at the service of others. Influencers using their platforms to post lists of the injured, the located, and the missing. Taxi drivers giving free rides to get people to hospitals. Civil engineers recording videos to explain which cracks are dangerous and teach people how to spot them in their own homes, while teams of experts conduct free inspections to determine whether it's safe to stay or better to leave. There's the mayor who is keeping the city's parks open so that those who have lost their homes can sleep there. Here is one of the many stories I saw on social media:

"I just got back from the pharmacy. There was a young man buying 5 bottles of rubbing alcohol, 5 of hydrogen peroxide, 10 packs of ibuprofen, and 6 five-liter bottles of water. He was about to take them to a collection center. He didn't have enough money. Those of us in the pharmacy pooled our money to help him pay, and the clerks gave the young man 10 boxes of bandages for free. This is Venezuela."

To find God, we also have to wrestle with the question of whether anyone can hold all this pain — or whether it's better to sweep it under the rug. That's the question we ask ourselves, those of us far away, when we have to head to work. How do you get anything done at the office when your mind is somewhere else? Am I a worse employee because I can't concentrate today? Does my worth really depend only on what I can accomplish, when what I'd rather do is be there with a shovel in my hands, clearing the rubble? Are work and life out here vanity of vanities, or are they a chance to discover how to feel close to home even when we're far away? And God shows up in that pain, in that helplessness, because only He is capable of answering this question. He answers through concrete acts of presence. Through non-Venezuelans who ask us how we're holding up. Through the diaspora organizing collection centers and sending basic necessities to Venezuela by every means possible. But isn't that very feeling of being lions in a cage a golden opportunity to discover just how deeply Venezuela touches us — to the point of wanting to drop everything and go searching for life amid the rubble?

I said at the beginning that the awareness of our fragility has come over us in these hours. The realization of our true condition: the nothingness that we are. And the most powerful question has surfaced in everyone. On whom — or what — do we depend? What, or who, sustains us? And when the question about God — and where He has hidden Himself — leapt into each of us, and we went out to look for Him, I believe we all took it as a given that we would find Him. In the most desolate landscape, it can seem to us that He has abandoned us — for how could a good God ever allow all this to happen? And yet it is precisely in that desolation that we feel most urgently the need for Him to appear.

We need Him to appear in that deafening silence just as much as we need that voice we're waiting for from the other end of the phone or from under the stones — a sign of life. We need Him to appear with the same force as a name moving from the list of the missing to the list of the found; only then can we say, the way we do when that person gets in touch: "He's here, he's here." We need Him to appear the way rescue workers need volunteers and volunteers need someone to guide them in their desire to help — because we demand of God that if He exists, He not stand idly by, just as we cannot stay still ourselves.

We need Him to appear in the midst of suffering, like the tears that flow from all of us, because in weeping — paradoxically — we feel most like ourselves. It almost makes us proud to feel this sorrow. Because sorrow becomes a sign of love. Only those who love suffer. And those who have lost a family member know this well. They mourn death, which seems the most final thing of all; they mourn the loss with the hope that the loved one will reappear, even when everything seems to point the other way, because love knows no interruptions and even less an ending. Love can only exist within a continuum that is the origin of each of our lives. We do not stop loving someone when they have died. I would say we almost love them more. Just as we love those who have gone missing with greater intensity and urgency. That love is our greatest act of rebellion against death, against the end for which we were not made.

Where we most want to see God in Venezuela is in the cracks and beneath the rubble — not to bury our hopes with Him there, but so that He might draw them out from where they are buried, just as we want to pull our loved ones free.

In the grave, we seek life. And we can seek it there only because we have found it there before, against all odds. It has already appeared there. And it keeps happening. And it will happen again.

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Faith and Method

Fernando De Haro - During a week in Spain, Leo XIV proposed not a doctrine but a method.

Pope Leo XIV just completed his apostolic journey to Spain — 7 days, 4 cities, more than 2 million people.

This restlessness is a gift that God himself has given us: we are made for the infinite.
— Pope Leo XIV
Fernando De Haro A week with Leo XIV in Spain.

Fernando De Haro - A week with Leo XIV in Spain.

Leo XIV proposed not a doctrine but a method: cultivate the heart’s restlessness rather than flee from it. Over a week in Spain—Madrid, Barcelona, the Canary Islands—even those who do not share his faith felt no need to agree or disagree. It was enough to watch how he lives.

“I didn’t want to be Pope, neither when I was young nor now that I’m old, but when the Lord calls, you have to say yes.” Leo XIV confided this in Barcelona, answering questions from Renzo, a six-year-old boy. Allow an exaggeration, a simplification: a year in, Pope Prevost began his pontificate on this trip to Spain. You don’t learn to be Pope overnight.

In Madrid, Barcelona, and the Canary Islands, Leo XIV let the crowds cheer him; he stood at the center of long hours of celebration; he prayed and listened to the stories of many wounded people. He blessed dozens of children, improvised, laughed, wept, talked with nonbelievers, and—as a bishop—offered Parliament a few suggestions. He enjoyed himself. And, above all, he proposed a way to “be men and women of flesh and blood” in a world “in the face of which the feeling of having lost our bearings can prevail.”

For the week of his visit, Spain felt a flash of joy. The gestures and words of that shy man were disarmingly beautiful; they showed that the “unarmed and disarming peace” he preaches is real, not a utopia.

Many who wanted to hear him and speak with him are not Catholic, are not believers, and do not agree with everything—or even most—of what he proposes. The most striking case was the actor Antonio Banderas. Few felt any need to spell out where Leo XIV was right or wrong. In the end, what came through was how a person can live, and it was plain that he lives well.

This confirms that Spain is a post-secular society where the search for meaning runs deep. Leo XIV said as much to the bishops: “Many men and women of our time do not simply reject God; they often carry in their hearts a deep thirst for meaning (…) even when they do not know how to name it. The Church is called to recognize these desires, to listen to them with respect, and to offer (…) the treasure entrusted to her.” Far from what some have called “the illusion of unanimity,” it was clear that the Church does not presume to impose its own worldview from a position of dominance. Leo XIV embodied what he proposed: he stood “at the service of the human heart’s thirst—not in an imposing way, but through evangelical witness.”

At the Congress of Deputies, and on the Canary Islands docks where migrants come ashore, he insisted across his speeches on the need to “respect human dignity.” But that alone would not have been enough had he not pointed to a method for recognizing that dignity precisely where it is most often obscured: within one’s own self. And here Leo XIV again turned—as he has all year—to St. Augustine:

“Our desire for truth and happiness needs a broader horizon,” he told young people in Barcelona. “And this restlessness is a gift that God himself has given us: we are made for the infinite, and for this reason every finite horizon, every step—while satisfying us—at the same time invites us to keep searching.” His direction was precise. First: “we must cultivate this healthy restlessness.” Second: “It is in this world that we must cultivate this restlessness, not in another.” No escape, then, from our circumstances, no surrender to lamenting the darkness of the present. The “place where God makes himself present and where we must find his footprints” is always the reality in which we find ourselves. Earlier, he had told young people in Madrid: “Be certain that God knows your voice well—your voices: He hears you and will answer you. Do not be afraid to express what you feel in your hearts.”

To turn this restlessness into a journey, Leo XIV proposes neither a moral code nor a doctrine but the “experience of faith.” “The Church shares”—he stressed—“with humility, but also with firmness, what she has discovered in the experience of faith: that Jesus Christ answers the great questions about human life and its fullness, already in this world and culminating in eternity.” That experience, he said before the Holy Family, “remains today a work in progress, reminding us that the Christian life is always a journey, because it is a project that God is carrying forward. We do not, therefore, dwell in an unfinished work, but in a temple still under construction. Its imperfection is not a flaw, for it bears witness to a desire; it does not signify a lack, but expresses a promise.”

This dynamic keeps us “from closing ourselves off within the group or environment where we already feel safe, among people who always sing the same tune.” To “reach the heart of the city, we must cultivate the awareness that truth is symphonic and always transcends us, and we must cultivate the desire to encounter the Risen One, who always goes before us—and perhaps is already present where we have not yet sought him. For this reason, seeking and following him is the condition for pointing to him: otherwise, there is no evangelization.”

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The key to making things happen isn’t waiting for the perfect moment; it’s starting with what you have, where you are. Big goals can feel overwhelming when viewed all at once, but momentum builds through small, consistent action. Whether you’re working toward a personal milestone or a professional dream, progress comes from showing up — not perfectly, but persistently. Action creates clarity, and over time, those steps forward add up to something real.

You don’t need to be fearless to reach your goals, you just need to be willing. Willing to try, willing to learn, and willing to believe that you’re capable of more than you know. The road may not always be smooth, but growth rarely is. What matters most is that you keep going, keep learning, and keep believing in the version of yourself you’re becoming.

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The key to making things happen isn’t waiting for the perfect moment; it’s starting with what you have, where you are. Big goals can feel overwhelming when viewed all at once, but momentum builds through small, consistent action. Whether you’re working toward a personal milestone or a professional dream, progress comes from showing up — not perfectly, but persistently. Action creates clarity, and over time, those steps forward add up to something real.

You don’t need to be fearless to reach your goals, you just need to be willing. Willing to try, willing to learn, and willing to believe that you’re capable of more than you know. The road may not always be smooth, but growth rarely is. What matters most is that you keep going, keep learning, and keep believing in the version of yourself you’re becoming.

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