About Cristina Carvajal

Cristina is a student at Ave Maria University, where she majors in Literature. Her favorite devotions are the Sacred Heart of Jesus, Our Lady of Guadalupe, God the Father and Saint Francis of Assisi (with him everything Franciscan goes, including Padre Pio and Saint Anthony of Padua.) She's a musician that loves writing metaphor-dense lyrics, reading good books, watching the night sky and overly sweet fruit smoothies.

Posts by Cristina Carvajal:


Do Not Fear The Night

Humanity lives engaged in a never-ending quest for something that isn’t quite known or understood but, nevertheless, searched for relentlessly. Day after day and night after night we self-made ‘conquerors’ of creation strive to conquer something that we can’t truly pinpoint or name. Yet we all know, deep in our hearts, what we are so […]


I am the Immaculate Conception.

My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hiding places on the mountainside, show me your face, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely. – Song of Songs, 2:14 She must have stepped upon bushes and stone very softly, like light shrouding fields in the […]


One Big Family.

One of my best friends was at World Youth Day in Rio last year and she had the time of her life. Pope Francis´message was beautiful and encouraging, hearing Mass surrounded by people from all parts of the world was a life changing experience and according to a pic in Facebook she was “three meters away from Pope Francis!” During that […]


He was a Child Once.

 The hand laid kindly upon his shoulder awoke the unfortunate Judah, and, looking up, he saw a face he never forgot – the face of a boy about his own age, shaded by locks of yellowish bright chestnut hair; a face lighted by dark-blue eyes, at the time so soft, so appealing, so full of […]

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What My Best Friend Told Me.

I must have been around eight years old the first time my school took us for a social labor trip. Our road-trip took us towards the most impoverished parts of the city, one that we were supposed to cheer up with our presence. We would bring food, coloring books and made-up games with us to […]