We came from different continents, speaking different languages, carrying different stories but we left as one Church, one family, on fire for Jesus. This Jubilee was more than a trip. It was a pilgrimage of hearts. A journey where strangers became family, where laughter and prayer echoed in the same breath, where the Spirit moved through broken languages, hand gestures, guitar chords, and daily Mass. With the Pallottine charism at the center we were reminded that young people are not the future of the Church… we are the Church. Right now. Alive. Bold. Ready. We danced through Rome with joy, prayed through tears, and stood in the footsteps of saints who said yes to God when it was hard, who chose holiness in the ordinary. And in doing so, something in each of us was set ablaze. I will never forget what it felt like to lock eyes with someone across a crowd, not knowing their name but knowing they believed what I believe. That kind of love — rooted in Christ — defies borders and br...