‘A new teaching – with authority!’ Sunday Reflections, 4th Sunday in Ordinary Time, Year B

St Joseph and the Christ Child, El Greco, c.1600

 Museo de Santa Cruz, Toledo, Spain [Web Gallery of Art]

Readings (New American Bible: Philippines, USA)

Readings (Jerusalem Bible: Australia, England & Wales, India [optional], Ireland, New Zealand, Pakistan, Scotland, South Africa) 

Gospel Mark 1:21-28 (New Revised Standard Version, Catholic Edition, Canada) 

They went to Capernaum; and when the sabbath came, Jesus entered the synagogue and taught. They were astounded at his teaching, for he taught them as one having authority, and not as the scribes. Just then there was in their synagogue a man with an unclean spirit, and he cried out, “What have you to do with us, Jesus of Nazareth? Have you come to destroy us? I know who you are, the Holy One of God.” But Jesus rebuked him, saying, “Be silent, and come out of him!” And the unclean spirit, convulsing him and crying with a loud voice, came out of him.  They were all amazed, and they kept on asking one another, “What is this? A new teaching—with authority! He commands even the unclean spirits, and they obey him.” At once his fame began to spread throughout the surrounding region of Galilee.

Remains of the 4th century synagogue, Capernaum

 [Wikipedia, David Shankbone]

 
On Friday 9 January my brother Paddy, with many of his classmates, attended the funeral in Dublin of the man they knew in 1954-55 as ‘Mr O’Donohue’ when he taught them in Second Class (Grade Two) in O’Connell Schools, Dublin. At the time they saw him as very senior in age but he was only 22, starting out as a primary school teacher. Years later they were to come to know Sean Gerard O’Donohue as their friend ‘Gerry’ because of the enormous and formative impact he had on their lives.

Towards the end of the 1954-55 academic year, which in Ireland runs from late August or early September to the end of May or early June, depending on the level, he asked them ‘What’s special about today?’ None of them saw anything of note until he pointed out that it was 5/5/55. Then he said, “It would be nice if you wrote to me on 6/6/66 to let me know how you’re doing’.

Twenty responded to his request and out of that came a series of dinner reunions on 6/6/66, 7/7/77, 8/8/88, 9/9/99 and on 5/5/05, with some coming from overseas, including the USA. Gerry was at all of these, as he was on 12/12/12 in the new century/millennium. But this time they gathered for lunch – starting at 12:12pm. And it was given a spot on national radio for which a niece of Gerry’s works.
Primary teachers had to have music classes where they would teach certain songs in Irish and in English that would, so to speak, have the approval of tradition. But that year a big hit was The Ballad of Davy Crockett.


The boys of Second Class adopted this as their class song, with the full approval of their young teacher, allowing them to ‘stretch’ tradition a little. (Both my brother and I have inherited a strong respect for traditions, which are living realities that create special bonds within families, within larger groups, and between generations, from our mother who wasn’t, however, a doctrinaire ‘traditionalist’.)

It was no big surprise when Mr O’Donohue, who spent his whole career in the one school became its principal. Though he never taught me, he always greeted me by name and on occasions when I’d visit the school while home from the Philippines he remembered me.

What this man had, and what drew such respect, loyalty and affection for him for six decades was an inner authority, the kind of authority that the people recognised in Jesus in today’s gospel and that is noted in a number of gospel stories. Gerry O’Donohue respected the more than 40 youngsters with whom he spent that academic year. 

In those days the one teacher in primary school taught everything to the pupils. I don’t know if Mr O’Donohue ever used the leather strap that teachers had in those days to ‘biff’ students – on the palm of the hand – for misdemeanours. If he did it would have been very sparingly. Another genial teacher whom my brother had in primary school, Mr Maher, known as ‘Ned’, took out the leather strap at the beginning of the year and said, ‘You play ball with me – and I’ll play ball with you.’ He then put it in the drawer and the youngsters never saw it again. He too had an inner authority, with respect for the youngsters he was teaching and a desire to enable them to grow as human beings and in their faith. Our school was a Catholic school for boys, the teachers all men, and each taught catechism every day. The most effective were those in whom we saw the faith lived quietly.


In his general audience last Wednesday Pope Francis spoke about fatherhood. He acknowledged that he was emphasising the darker side of this – so that this coming Wednesday he could focus on the beauty of fatherhood. He said:

They are orphans, but within the family, because the fathers are often absent, also physically, from home but above all because, when they are home, they do not behave as fathers, they do not have a dialogue with their children. They do not fulfil their educational task; they do not give to their children – with their example accompanied by words –, those principles, those values, those rules of life that they need, just as much as they need bread. The educational quality of the paternal presence is all the more necessary the more the father is constrained by work to be far from home. At times it seems that fathers do not know well what place to occupy in the family and how to educate the children. And then, in doubt, they abstain, they withdraw and neglect their responsibility, perhaps taking refuge in an improbable relation ‘on par’ with the children. However, it is true that you must be a companion to your child but without forgetting that you are the father. However, if you only behave as a companion on a par with your child, you will not do the child any good.

My brother and I were blessed with parents who led by example. A regular threat from Dad was ‘I’ll give you a good clip in the ear if you do that again.’ It was always a ‘good clip’ never just a ‘clip’. But whether good or otherwise it was never delivered because we both saw clearly the inner authority of the deep faith that he lived quietly, not piously, and how it was integrated with every other aspect of his life, especially his family and on the building (construction) sites where he spent all his working life, most of it as a highly respected general foreman and mentor. He attended Mass every day of his life, including t12 August 1987, the day he died suddenly.

Teachers such as Gerry O’Donohue and Ned Maher, both married, though the latter had no children, deepened the sense of fatherhood for young boys whose experience with their dads was good. For those who had lost their fathers, either through death or absence, they saw in their teachers something of what fatherhood is.

In his meeting with families on his recent visit to Manila Pope Francis spoke about St Joseph: Just as the gift of the Holy Family was entrusted to Saint Joseph, so the gift of the family and its place in God’s plan is entrusted to us. Like Saint Joseph. The gift of the Holy Family was entrusted to Saint Joseph so that he could care for it. Each of you, each of us – for I too am part of a family – is charged with caring for God’s plan. He was here recognising the authority of St Joseph as the husband of Mary and the legal father of Jesus – since he was the one who named him.

And something that struck me forcibly, though I didn’t read or hear any comment on it, was that Pope Francis cut short his visit to Tacloban City – the very reason he had come to the Philippines – because the pilot of his aircraft had told him that the approaching storm made it imperative that they leave at 1pm instead of 5pm. Like Jesus as a child and adolescent yielding to the proper authority of St Joseph, whose name Pope Francis has added to Eucharistic Prayers II, III and IV, the Holy Father yielded to the proper authority of the pilot.

They were all amazed, and they kept on asking one another, “What is this? A new teaching—with authority! He commands even the unclean spirits, and they obey him.”


Composed by Carlo Gesualdo (1566- 1613)

 Sung by the Oxford Camerata directed by Jeremy Summerly

 

Antiphona ad communionem   Communion Antiphon Cf. Ps 30:17-1

 

Illumina faciem tuam super servum tuum,

Let your face shine on your servant.

et salvum me fac in tua misericordia.

Save me in your merciful love.

Domine, non confundar, quoniam invocavi te.

O Lord, let me never be put to shame, for I call on you.

The Creator seen in our planet. Fr Shay Cullen. 26 January 2015

 

The Creator seen in our planet

by Fr Shay Cullen

It struck at 3.35 AM last week, in the darkness of the night,a loud rattling grew in intensity as the roof tiles went off like castanets clacking and clicking rising to a crescendo as the building shook violently.

It was another earthquake,a strong one,5.9 on the Richter scale and
I leapt from sleep and called on all in the house to evacuate. Then the  violent shaking stopped as suddenly as it had begun. It was over but taking no chances the volunteers hurried out side. A second quake could strike but mercifully it did not .

Standing a safe distance from the sturdy building the earthquake reminded us all of the powerful destructive forces of nature on this planet on which we came and live and depend for our every existence. An earth that we need to respect and care for.

The heaving and trembling of the earth, the rattling roof,the shaking  buildings was a vivid reminder of that shocking and terrible day that Mount Pinatubo began its eruption in 1991.It began with a violent earth tremor that grew in strength.  I was  trying to stay standing upright as the ground shook and then whopping bang  Mount  Pinatubo, thirty kilometers away, blew it’s top with mighty boom.Within seconds it was belching and blasting what seemed like a billion cubic meters of ash and smoke and a thousand tons of rock half a kilometer into the sky.

Full column here.

Links to other recent columns by Fr Shay Cullen

Pope Francis Must Speak on Children’s Rights

Pope denounces ‘scandalous inequalities’ in the Philippines

Child Abuse in Jails

The message of Pope Francis to Filipinos. 9 January 2015

Pope Francis giving his first homily as Bishop of Rome [Wikipedia]

The message of Pope Francis to Filipinos

by Fr Shay Cullen

 

The visit of Pope Francis to the Philippines on 15 January this 2015 is greatly awaited and what his message will be to this most catholic nation in Asia is a matter of intense speculation .
 
Of course there will be millions trying to see him and receive his blessing.Most are very poor and they will be praying that his spiritual aura and huge popularity will be influential in spreading virtue,good family values,respect for human rights and social justice in the Philippines.
 
Indeed despite this being the Asian nation that is  80% catholic ,it is for many a version of Catholicism that is at variance many times with the gospel message of compassion,respect and self-sacrificing service to poor and the downtrodden. 
 
Catholic schools and universities flourish,producing the educated middle class and the ruling elite many of whom are devoted mass goers and good catholics in the sense that they accept without question church teaching and participate in the church rites and rituals.The awareness and commitment to act for social justice is limited to the few.
 
Full article here.

Solemnity of Mary, the Holy Mother of God. Happy New Year!

The Granduca Madonna, Raphael (Raffaello), 1504

 Galleria Palatina (Palazzo Pitti), Florence [Web Gallery of Art]

 
St Luke 2:16-21

So the shepherds went with haste and found Mary and Joseph, and the child lying in the manger. When they saw this, they made known what had been told them about this child; and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds told them. But Mary treasured all these words and pondered them in her heart. The shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all they had heard and seen, as it had been told them.

After eight days had passed, it was time to circumcise the child; and he was called Jesus, the name given by the angel before he was conceived in the womb.

Adoration of the Shepherds, Caravaggio, 1609

 Museo Regionale, Messina, Italy [Web Gallery of Art]


 

[Alternative] Antiphona ad introitum    Entrance Antiphon

Cf. Isaiah 9:1, 5; Luke 1:33


Lux fulgebit hodie super nos,

Today a light will shine upon us,

quia natus est nobis Dominus;

for the Lord is born for us;

et vocabitur admirabilis, Deus,

 and he will be called Wondrous God,

Princeps pacis, Pater futuri saeculi

 Prnce of peace, Father of future ages:

cuius regni non erit finis.

 and his reign will be without end.


This is sung in the chant of the Ambrosian Rite, used in the Archdiocese of Milan.

 

A Mhuire Mháthair, Mother Mary

 

This hymn in Irish is sung to the melody of the Maori song Pokarekare Ana. Below is your editor’s translation.


Mother Mary, this is my prayer,

that Jesus will live for ever in my heart.

Ave Maria, Ave, my love!

You are my mother and the Mother of God.


Mother Mary, throughout my life,

be with me as a protection against every danger.

Ave Maria, Ave, my love!

You are my mother and the Mother of God.


Mother Mary, full of grace,

May you be with me at the hour of my death.

Ave Maria, Ave, my love!

You are my mother and the Mother of God.


Happy New Year!

 Manigong Bagong Taon!

 Athbhliain Faoi Mhaise!

Peace and Justice at Christmas. 20 December 2014.

Peace and Justice at Christmas

by Fr Shay Cullen

The Flight into Egypt, Melchior Broederlam, 1393-99

Musée des Beaux-Arts, Dijon, France [Web Gallery of Art]

 

WITH Christmas coming, we see the shining stars and message of peace. So many need peace: peace of heart and mind, soul and spirit, in the family and in friendships, in community, and above all peace to end the violence in the land of Palestine, Iraq, Syria and Ukraine.

Over a million refugees are perishing in Jordan and Turkey huddled in the cold winter tents of the refugee camps. Their Christmas will be just a little better than that endured by the parents of Jesus of Nazareth on the night of his birth and days after.

They too were refugees and asylum seekers and fled to Egypt to escape the tyrant Herod.

Continue here.

The Story of the Christmas Lights. 23 December 2014

by Fr Shay Cullen

Aeta Girls with their lamps that are re-charged by sunlight

 

Hiking uphill through the hot, tropical afternoon to the Aeta village of Baliwet, San Marcelino carrying our loaded backpacks was a challenge in itself. The happy thought of bringing some Christmas cheer into the lives of the very poor indigenous people kept us going. Our mission was to bring Christmas lights into their lives. It was inspiring and encouraging.

The only reward for our days hiking would be the healthy exercise, fresh mountain air, the aroma of flowers and fauna wafting from the forest vegetation and at the end of our journey would be the simple mountain food of the native people. There we looked forward to the Christmas joy and smiles that would light up the people’s faces when we opened our gifts. That would make it all worthwhile. Sharing with others is the joy of living.

Continue here.

A Christmas Reflection from Pakistan

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Fr Tomás King is a Columban priest from Ireland who works in the Diocese of Hyderabad, in the Sindh Province of Pakistan. This is his Christmas reflection.

View of Nagarparkar City from Karoonjhar Mountains


CHRISTMAS 2014, Nagarparkar

Dear Friends, greetings from Pakistan. I hope all is well with you as you prepare to celebrate Christmas. 

Last weekend I sat down to put a few thoughts together to send as Christmas greetings. I was hoping to focus on the good news story for Pakistan in recent weeks; that being the teenager Malala Yousafzai being joint winner of the Nobel Peace prize along with, Kailash Satyarthi, an Indian    child rights activist. Malala was shot a few years ago by the Taliban, but survived.  Her offence; to go to school, as well as to demand education for all children, particularly girls. Malala, in her acceptance speech, she asked her government to ‘build schools and not tanks’. 
But just a few days later, Tuesday 16th the Taliban attacked a school in Peshawar city and killed 148 people, most of whom, 132, were children. It is simply incomprehensible, impossible to understand the mentality that would motivate one to carry out such acts.The children were systematically and intentionally targeted, so as to cause as much death, damage and destruction as possible.  


What kind of response is possible, and necessary to such pure hatred? Are there any hints of answers in the Christmas story? St Luke’s Gospel tells us that the ‘shepherds were keeping watch in the night’. What were they looking for? Maybe for something to brighten up their difficult lives. Maybe they were looking for the ‘the light that shone in the darkness’ which is the image used in St John’s Gospel to describe Jesus’ presence among us. How does light shine in darkness, as the image seems to suggest?

Christ being born in our world, is very much about finding God inside of ordinary every day events. And also it seems, even in the darkness of sin, violence, war, greed and the other negative realities that are part of our world, difficult as that is. Christmas is about light being seen inside of darkness. Christmas invites and challenges us to watch like the shepherds when we look at the world and see the light which is God’s presence, grace, graciousness, forgiveness, love, unselfishness and innocence.

We also need the attitude and disposition of Mary. St Luke’s Gospel also tells us that when Mary heard from the shepherd what Jesus was to become her response was to ‘treasure all these things and ponder them in her heart’.  There is a lot in this appearance of God in the world that we cannot understand. But ‘watching,’ ‘treasuring’ and ‘pondering’ will help us on the way to understanding and enable us to give and receive the blessing, the ‘benediction’ that Rabindranath Tagore speaks off below:

Benediction 

Bless this little heart, this soul that has won the kiss of heaven for our earth. 
He loves the light of the sun, he loves the sight of his mother’s face. 
He has not learned to despise the dust, and to hanker after gold. 
Clasp him to your heart and bless him. 
He has come into this land of an hundred cross-roads. 
I know not how he chose you from the crowd, came to your door, and grasped you hand to ask his way. He will follow you, laughing the talking, and not a doubt in his heart. 
Keep his trust, lead him straight and bless him. 
Lay your hand on his head, and pray that though the waves underneath grow threatening, 
yet the breath from above may come and fill his sails and waft him to the heaven of peace. 
Forget him not in your hurry, let him come to your heart and bless him.  
 
  

Peace and Blessings this Christmas for the coming year.

Father Tomás

Adoration of the Shepherds, El Greco, c.1610
Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York [Web Gallery of Art]


 

Photos from Wikipedia.

Columban Fr Mark Kavanagh RIP

Fr Mark Kavanagh (1926 – 2014)

From Fr Patrick Raleigh, Regional Director, Ireland, 23 December 2014

This morning, 23 December at around 10.00 am, Fr Mark Kavanagh died. He was a member of the very large class of 1950. He was brother of the late Bishop James Kavanagh, Auxiliary Bishop of Dublin. Father  Mark had been in ill health for some time and a little over a week ago he fell in his room here in the Nursing Home inSt Columban’s, Dalgan Park [the former seminary of the Columbans in Ireland] and fractured his hip. His condition took a turn for the worse  and the doctor told me that he was a seriously ill person. He rallied a little and depending on his condition the hope was that he would have been operated on this morning. Early morning his condition got worse. He died at James Connolly Memorial Hospital in Blanchardstown, County Dublin.
Father Mark was a very colourful person. He was a true ‘Dub’ [nickname for people from Dublin] and the family lived in North Circular Road, Dublin. He spent most of his missionary life in Negros Occidental [In the southern part of the Diocese of Bacolod, the area that became the Diocese of Kabankalan in 1987] and was a very supportive person of the underdog. We thank Father Mark for his huge contribution to Columban Mission in the Philippines and elsewhere. He will be missed here in Dalgan. He had a great sense of humour. When I visited him in Blanchardstown Hospital on Sunday night he had two questions for me: Did you bring me a drop of whiskey and when are you going to get me out of here?  The Presentation Sisters were very loyal friends to Father Mark and he to them.
It has now been confirmed that his funeral arrangements are as follows: Removal, Friday evening, 26 December, in Dalgan at 7.30pm, the Feast of St Stephen. Father Mark’s Funeral Mass will be on Saturday morning at 11.0  followed by burial in the Community Cemetery here in Dalgan. He is survived by one sister, Brid Mangan, who is in a nursing home, and also by nieces.
 
[The Removal is the traditional service of the word held in the church the evening before the burial. The only Mass celebrated on the occasion of a death in Ireland is the funeral Mass.]
 
An obituary will follow.

Tacloban, one year later. Fr Shay Cullen’s Reflections, 10 November 2014

Tacloban, one year later

by Fr Shay Cullen

It was a painful and difficult story for Josephine, 15 years old, and her father Jose to tell. I sat on a small plastic chair in their small, one-roomed house that they built from the wreckage of Haiyan (Yolanda), the greatest typhoon ever to hit land. Josephine sat close to her father who was aged beyond his years. When I arrived in their little home made of plywood sheets with Francis Bermido Jr., the Preda executive director, Jose was repairing an electric motor. It was his only source of livelihood for his surviving children.
 
We were in Tacloban to meet some of the 88 orphans we are supporting with the help of generous donors from the UK, US, Ireland and elsewhere and who had lost one or both parents. Josephine (not her real name) is one of them
Jose’s two other children emerged sad-faced from a cubicle and joined their father and Josephine as he was telling us how his wife and their three daughters died
“We heard the warning on the radio,” he said. “We left our house and went to the second floor of the barangay center nearby with dozens of other neighbors. We thought we would be safe on the second floor. But the winds grew so strong the roof could not withstand it and it was ripped off and flew away into the darkness. The rain and wind rushed in and the crowd of people panicked and we rushed down the stairs to the ground floor but Josephine stayed on the upper floor.”
“Suddenly at that very moment as we got to the ground floor with many people, the great tidal wave came roaring in on top of us. We were very frightened and the children were crying and calling for their mama. The wave was as high as the barangay hall, they told me later. Everyone on the ground floor was trapped, the water formed a whirlpool and I could not hold the children and my wife. One daughter tried to go back up to where Josephine was but all three daughters and my wife drowned and these three survived.”
He lapsed into solemn silence, his face was wrinkled and a great sadness weighed on him. Later he told he felt better for telling us about his ordeal and loss.
Josephine took up the story. “I was on the  second floor. I saw my sister trying to come up to me. I grabbed her arm but I could not hold her against the strong pull of the gushing water of the tidal wave. She was swallowed up by the water. I feel sad and think if only I could have saved her,” she said .
“But I will finish my studies.” she said, and then walked over to the radio and from underneath pulled out an ATM card and proudly showed us. It was the Preda Foundation’s payment card through which she gets her cash allowance for her studies and support.
The Tacloban and Palo city businesses of the rich and wealthy are up and running. The big houses are repaired but the hovels are rebuilt also and are still hovels. The city is cleaned up, the devastation in the lives of the poor remains and is even worse. They are poorer than ever.
We went to Barangay 76, along the shore line where the big ships were thrown up and crushed the whole community where hundreds died and were swept out to sea by the tidal wave. There is no improvement and the same shanties and hovels made with scrap materials and plastic sheets still line the shoreline. The big ships are still there and one is being cut up for scrap. Its great diesel engine sits in a filthy garbage-strewn strip of sea shore. The bacteria infested pools of green water pollute the place and two huge pigs are lying in the filth. The people tell us, “Nothing has changed, we are just poorer than ever,” said one man.
We went to join the Preda community workers who were giving seminars to adults and children using pictures and a lively music puppet show to thrill, cheer and educate them on the hope of a better life and to teach them how to stay safe from human traffickers and child abusers.
These criminals roam about promising jobs and masquerading as relief workers but are trying to win over teenagers and their parents, if they have any, with promises of well-paid jobs in the big city of Manila and Cebu. They are the vultures preying on the poor and exploiting the sadness and pain of poverty of those left behind and living in tents and bunkhouses.
The World Health Organization has reported that as many as 800,000 people still suffer from post-typhoon trauma, depression and hopelessness. Considering that as many 11.5 million people were adversely affected by that greatest of storms, it’s no wonder many have not received aid or government funding of any kind.
Yet the government says it has spent 52 billion pesos, just over one billion Euro on recovery efforts. One wonders where all that donated money went and who really benefited from it. Given the level of corruption in the Philippines one cannot but think the bad politicians got most of it.
Thousands of people were killed and the counting apparently stopped at 6000 but Congress is being challenged to investigate and find the truth and some representatives have suggested that as many as 18,000 could have died. Mass graves were dug and hundreds of bodies lie in unmarked graves.
We then went to the church grounds where the Preda community workers were in a tent holding a therapeutic group dynamic session for adults and children to help them with psycho-social relief. Nearby lay the graves of as many as hundred victims. I prayed for the all the living and those who had been killed. I stood by the tiny graves of little children and nearby workmen were constructing a monument to all who had their lives taken away.
The printed posters by the graves had the pictures of the lost ones and invariably carried the message, “We will miss you, we will miss you” over and over. shaycullen@preda.org
End


 

Tacloban after Typhoon Haiyan/Yolanda, 8 November 2013 [Wikipedia]

 

It was a painful and difficult story for Josephine, 15 years old, and her father Jose to tell. I sat on a small plastic chair in their small, one-roomed house that they built from the wreckage of Haiyan (Yolanda), the greatest typhoon ever to hit land. Josephine sat close to her father who was aged beyond his years. When I arrived in their little home made of plywood sheets with Francis Bermido Jr, the Preda executive director, Jose was repairing an electric motor. It was his only source of livelihood for his surviving children.

 We were in Tacloban to meet some of the 88 orphans we are supporting with the help of generous donors from the UK, USA, Ireland and elsewhere and who had lost one or both parents. Josephine (not her real name) is one of them.

 Jose’s two other children emerged sad-faced from a cubicle and joined their father and Josephine as he was telling us how his wife and their three daughters died.

‘We heard the warning on the radio’, he said. ‘We left our house and went to the second floor of the barangay center nearby with dozens of other neighbors. We thought we would be safe on the second floor. But the winds grew so strong the roof could not withstand it and it was ripped off and flew away into the darkness. The rain and wind rushed in and the crowd of people panicked and we rushed down the stairs to the ground floor but Josephine stayed on the upper floor.

‘Suddenly at that very moment as we got to the ground floor with many people, the great tidal wave came roaring in on top of us. We were very frightened and the children were crying and calling for their mama. The wave was as high as the barangay hall, they told me later. Everyone on the ground floor was trapped, the water formed a whirlpool and I could not hold the children and my wife. One daughter tried to go back up to where Josephine was but all three daughters and my wife drowned and these three survived.’

He lapsed into solemn silence, his face was wrinkled and a great sadness weighed on him. Later he told he felt better for telling us about his ordeal and loss.

Josephine took up the story. ‘I was on the  second floor. I saw my sister trying to come up to me. I grabbed her arm but I could not hold her against the strong pull of the gushing water of the tidal wave. She was swallowed up by the water. I feel sad and think if only I could have saved her’, she said.

‘But I will finish my studies’. she said, and then walked over to the radio and from underneath pulled out an ATM card and proudly showed it tous. It was the Preda Foundation’s payment card through which she gets her cash allowance for her studies and support.

Survivors in Guian, Eastern Samar, gather around a US Navy helicopter [Wikipedia]

The Tacloban City and Palo businesses of the rich and wealthy are up and running. The big houses are repaired but the hovels are rebuilt also and are still hovels. The city is cleaned up, the devastation in the lives of the poor remains and is even worse. They are poorer than ever.

We went to Barangay 76, along the shore line where the big ships were thrown up and crushed the whole community where hundreds died and were swept out to sea by the tidal wave. There is no improvement and the same shanties and hovels made with scrap materials and plastic sheets still line the shoreline. The big ships are still there and one is being cut up for scrap. Its great diesel engine sits in a filthy garbage-strewn strip of seashore. The bacteria-infested pools of green water pollute the place and two huge pigs are lying in the filth. The people tell us, ‘Nothing has changed, we are just poorer than ever’, said one man.

We went to join the Preda community workers who were giving seminars to adults and children using pictures and a lively music puppet show to thrill, cheer and educate them on the hope of a better life and to teach them how to stay safe from human traffickers and child abusers.

These criminals roam about promising jobs and masquerading as relief workers but are trying to win over teenagers and their parents, if they have any, with promises of well-paid jobs in the big cities of Manila and Cebu. They are the vultures preying on the poor and exploiting the sadness and pain of poverty of those left behind and living in tents and bunkhouses.

The World Health Organization has reported that as many as 800,000 people still suffer from post-typhoon trauma, depression and hopelessness. Considering that as many 11.5 million people were adversely affected by that greatest of storms, it’s no wonder many have not received aid or government funding of any kind.

Yet the government says it has spent 52 billion pesos, just over one billion Euro, on recovery efforts. One wonders where all that donated money went and who really benefited from it. Given the level of corruption in the Philippines one cannot but think that bad politicians got most of it.

Thousands of people were killed and the counting apparently stopped at 6,000 but Congress is being challenged to investigate and find the truth and some representatives have suggested that as many as 18,000 could have died. Mass graves were dug and hundreds of bodies lie in unmarked graves.

We then went to the church grounds where the Preda community workers were in a tent holding a therapeutic group dynamic session for adults and children to help them with psycho-social relief. Nearby lay the graves of as many as hundred victims. I prayed for the all the living and those who had been killed. I stood by the tiny graves of little children and nearby workmen were constructing a monument to all who had their lives taken away.

The printed posters by the graves had the pictures of the lost ones and invariably carried the message, ‘We will miss you, we will miss you’ over and over. shaycullen@preda.org

 

 

Recent articles by Fr Shay Cullen

The Values ‘Down Under’ (5 November 2014).

Family makes us, loved as we are, Part 2 (31 October 2014)

Family makes us, loved as we are, Part 1 (11 October 2014).

Children of the Sex Trade (4 October 2014).