Misyon Online - November-December 2013

Columbans ‘who have gone before us with the sign of faith’ - November 2012 – November 2013

To our departed brothers and sisters
And to all who were pleasing to you
At their passing from this life,
Give kind admittance to your kingdom.
(Eucharistic Prayer II)


St Columban’s Cemetery, Dalgan Park, Ireland

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Two Masses for Deceased Columbans

In this issue we feature two Masses celebrated earlier this year here in the Philippines for two deceased Irish Columban priests. One, Fr Timothy Leonard, had never set foot here and died 84 years ago in China, aged 36, the first Columban to die violently. The second, Fr Joseph Gallagher, died peacefully in Ireland at the age of 90, a man who had spent 57 years in the Philippines, most of those in Pangasinan.

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Memorial Mass For Fr Joseph Gallagher

By Fr Patrick J. Baker

‘He was... a perfect gentleman’. These words from the homily of Bishop Marlo M.

Peralta of Alaminos at a Memorial Mass for the late Fr Joseph Gallagher in Labrador, Pangasinan, echoed what everyone said about Father Joe at his funeral in Ireland, which your editor attended.

Fr Joseph Gallagher died in Ireland on 2 August at the age of 90. He had retired to Ireland in 2006, having spent 57 years in the Philippines, 22 of them in San Isidro Parish, Labrador, formerly part of the Archdiocese of Lingayen-Dagupan but since 1985 part of the Diocese of Alaminos, Pangasinan.

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Memorial Mass For Fr Timothy Leonard

By Fr Pat Baker

Fr Timothy Leonard was ordained in 1918 for the Diocese of Limerick, Ireland, and joined the newly-established Society of St Columban that year. He was in the first group of Columbans to be assigned to China in 1920. He worked with Columban Co-founder Fr Edward Galvin for four years in Hanyang where Fr Galvin became the first bishop in 1927. Then he was assigned to Ireland in 1924 for two years of mission appeal work. He became a well-known figure, riding his bicycle from parish to parish in all kinds of weather.

Father Tim returned to Hanyang in 1926 and in 1928 was a member of the first group of Columbans to go to Nancheng where Columban Fr Patrick Cleary became the first bishop in 1938. While saying Mass there on the morning of 17 July 1929 a group of Communist bandits stormed into the church and attacked Fr Leonard. His vestments were torn off him, the ciborium with consecrated hosts was snatched from his hands and the hosts scattered on the floor and trampled on.

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Reflection - Suicides in Japan and God's gentleness

By Fr Barry Cairns

Fr Barry Cairns from New Zealand has been a missionary in Japan since 1956. He offers us this reflection, written from the heart, on the tragedy of suicide and the closeness and gentleness of God.

I have just come from a very emotional funeral of a young girl of 18 who committed suicide. I write this after sharing with the distraught parents and realize that I too need to share with someone.

Both parents are indeed devastated. Their sorrow was not only the sadness and loneliness of loss, but also had a background of deep felt guilt.

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Death is stark for the poor

By Sr Mary Dillon SSC

The author is a Columban Sister from Ireland. She has been in the Diocese of Myitkyina, Kachin State, Myanmar (Burma) since 2002. She has developed a home care health program for people with HIV/AIDS and established a respite house, Home of Hope, to enable people from distant places to avail of medical care. Here she reflects on her experience of burials in Myanmar.

I was shocked when I read about the costs of funerals in Ireland. An exorbitant sum was quoted, several thousand euro (€1.00 = PHP58.00), even for a simple, ‘no frills’ burial. Many people it seems spend a long time paying off the debt. Others talked of the cost of a grave, the advantages of cremation, the necessity of a wake or a meal after the burial, and so on. It was all very sobering.

What a contrast to my experience of burials in Myitkyina, Myanmar! For the past nine years here in Myanmar I have been working with the very poor.

In the last year we buried approximately 48 patients from the 30-bed Home of Hope where I am. Most of these, men and women, died of AIDS. The majority had no one to mourn them, no family to grieve at their going.

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Some Reflections on the Community at Mass

By Rowena D Cuanico

The author, from Samar, is a former Columban Lay Missionary who served in Fiji and the Philippines. She is a frequent contributor to Misyon and other Columban magazines.


Weng with her Fijian friends

I often go to Mass at a chapel located in a shopping mall in an affluent part of town.

People are dressed nicely in fashionable clothes and shoes, carrying fashionable bags. They come mostly with their families. Some also come with their well-uniformed nannies and caregivers in tow.

Sometimes I would wonder why nannies and caregivers have to wear their uniforms. Is this to set their employers apart and bestow on them some status or prestige? Or is this to distinguish these nannies and caregivers from the rest of the congregation and assign them their place in society? I feel sad that even in a faith community where there should be ‘no more Gentile or Jew, servant or free, woman or man’, you can still identify their positions in society simply because of the uniforms some have to wear. I can't help but wonder, is this how far we still are from the Kingdom of God whose dawning we have come to celebrate?

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Two Masses for Deceased Columbans

In this issue we feature two Masses celebrated earlier this year here in the Philippines for two deceased Irish Columban priests. One, Fr Timothy Leonard, had never set foot here and died 84 years ago in China, aged 36, the first Columban to die violently. The second, Fr Joseph Gallagher, died peacefully in Ireland at the age of 90, a man who had spent 57 years in the Philippines, most of those in Pangasinan.

Fr Timothy Leonard (1893 – 1929)

Fr Tim Leonard was one of the first Columbans, joining the newly-approved Society of St Columban shortly after his ordination for the Diocese of Limerick, Ireland, in 1918. He was in the first group of Columban priests to go to China, in 1920. While he was celebrating Mass on the morning of 17 July 1929 Communist bandits broke into the church, attacked Father Tim, scattered the consecrated hosts, the Body of Christ, and trampled on them. When he upbraided them they took him outside and hacked him to death.

The occasion for the Mass on Father Tim’s death anniversary, held in the Columban Formation House in Cubao, Quezon City, was the visit of a cousin of the priest, John Leonard. Fittingly, there was a Chinese Columban seminarian present, Peter Dong Lichun.

Fr Joseph Gallagher (1923 – 2013)

Fr Joe Gallagher died peacefully, surrounded by family members, in the nursing home in St Columban’s, Dalgan Park, Ireland, where he had studied for seven years and where he was ordained in December 1947. The people of San Isidro Parish, Labrador, Pangasinan, where he had spent 22 years, mourned him and organized a special Mass that was celebrated on 25 August. The main celebrant was Bishop Marlo M. Peralta of Alaminos who had met Father Joe only once. The bishop described Father Joe as a holy man who never seemed to get angry, a perfect gentleman, able to relate warmly to everyone in the parish.

 

‘A perfect gentleman’ was how almost everyone described Father Joe after his death, relatives and fellow Columbans.

In November we remember the dead in a special way. Pope Benedict expressed beautifully why we do this in his homily on 11 November 2005 at the annual Mass for deceased cardinals: ‘For this reason, while we thank God for all the benefits that he has bestowed upon our deceased Brothers, let us offer for them the merits of the passion and death of Christ, so that they may fill the gaps due to human frailty’.

We thank God for those we honor as Columban Martyrs, starting with Fr Tim Leonard, 23 priests and one Columban Sister who died violently while carrying out the mission that Jesus entrusted to his Church. . And for the ‘perfect gentleman’, Fr Joe Gallagher, and the many Columban priests, Sisters and Lay Missionaries who have gone ahead, in the words of Pope Benedict, ‘Let us offer for them the merits of the passion and death of Christ, so that they may fill the gaps due to human frailty . . . Let us invoke the intercession of St Peter and of the Blessed Virgin Mary in order that they welcome them to the Father's house, in the trusting hope that we will one day be able to join them, to enjoy the fullness of life and peace. Amen’.

Columbans ‘who have gone before us with the sign of faith’ - November 2012 – November 2013


St Columban’s Cemetery, Dalgan Park, Ireland


Fr Paul Richardson (8 November 2013)


Fr Paul Richardson
(1929 - 2013)


The following is slightly adapted from a letter sent by Fr Tim Mulroy, Columban Regional Director, USA.

The funeral of Fr Paul J. Richardson, ordained in 1954, who died on 8 November took place at St Columban's, Bristol, Rhode Island, on Wednesday 13 November. He was buried in the cemetery attached to St Mary’s church, Bristol.

Father Paul was born in Winthrop, MA on 5 March 1929, the son of Leslie and Florence Barnaby Richardson. He attended public schools before entering Silver Creek (the Columban minor seminary before, west of Buffalo, New York) in 1945. He continued his studies in Bristol, RI, Omaha, NE and Milton, MA. He was ordained by Archbishop (later Cardinal) Richard Cushing in the new Milton Seminary Chapel on 18 December 1954.


Winthrop, Massachusetts [Wikipedia]

Father Paul was assigned to the Philippines arriving here in November 1955. He spent nearly 50 years ministering in various parishes in Negros Occidental, especially Binalbagan, Kabankalan, Himamaylan and Sipalay. He spent several years as chaplain and teacher in Kabankalan Catholic College. He also served for a while as the assistant regional bursar in Manila. When ill health precluded his working in a parish, he lived at the Columban central house in Batang, Himamaylan City, Negros Occidental, where he worked with the poor fisherman who lived along the shoreline.


St Cecilia Cathedral, Omaha, Nebraska [Wikipedia]

Father Paul also spent some years in the latter part of the 1980s with the college formation program that the Columbans had in Cebu City at the time.


Skyline of central Cebu City [Wikipedia]

He began a Grameen Cooperative Bank and a pig cooperative to help the poor families who came to him with their problems. He was a familiar sight walking the beach early in the morning taking pictures and talking with the neighbors. He always had his morning coffee at one of the local sari-sari stores. Father Paul frequently published these encounters with stories in Columban Mission magazine. The photos he supplied to illustrate his stories often won prizes and decorate the walls of the Bristol retirement home where he retired in 2002.

Father Paul will be remembered as a talented man who, through his quiet and gentle way, touched the lives of many. We give thanks to God for his life of service to the people of Negros and to the Columban community.

He is survived by his only sibling, Ann Snow (181 Bartlett Road, Plymouth, MA 02360), to whom messages of sympathy may be sent.

Father Paul told his vocation story, The 'First Time Ever' Altar Boy, in the July-August 2000 issue of Misyon. You can read it here.


Fr John O'Connell (24 October 2013)

by Fr Leo Donnelly


Fr John O'Connell
(1933 - 2013)


Fr Leo Donnelly, an Australian Columban, was ordained in 1957, the same year as the late Fr John O'Connell was. Father Leo has been in Peru all his life as a priest. The photo was taken at a despedida for Father John in Túpac Amaru District, Lima, in 2011.

Fr John Joseph O´Connell died in hospital in Lima the morning of Thursday, 24 October aged 80. Father John, a Kerryman to his fingertips, often sported Kerry jerseys around his parish of San Pedro y San Pablo, Payet, Independencia, Lima.

The crest of the Kerry Gaelic Football and Hurling teams. The boat is a symbol of St Brendan the Navigator, one of Ireland's early missionaries and, like Father John, a Kerryman. 'Kerry' is the anglicized form of the original Irish, 'Ciarraí'.

Ordained in December 1957 in St Columban’s, Dalgan Park, Ireland, and assigned to Perú, he was sent to Spain for a three-month course in Spanish. Then he ‘walked down’ to Lima, as the late Columban Fr Dan Boland put it, arriving in late March 1959. His first assignment was as an assistant in the new Columban parish of Blessed Martin de Porres’. He wasn´t three years in Lima when given the almighty task of building the basilica under the name of its patron. Blessed Martin was coming up for canonization in 1962, so it was a very popular though expensive project which he fulfilled, and he was present at the canonization under Blessed John XXIII.

Father John returned to Ireland in 1980, serving as a member of the Mission Promotion team and then as Regional Director. He returned to Perú in 1996 and worked in the parish of San Pedro y San Pablo, Payet.


The crest of the Kerry Gaelic Football and Hurling teams. The boat is a symbol of St Brendan the Navigator, one of Ireland's early missionaries and, like Father John, a Kerryman. 'Kerry' is the anglicized form of the original Irish, 'Ciarraí'. [Image from Wikipedia]

Father John inspired people. He inspired his fellow priests. He inspired his people in the four parishes of Lima in which he served and gave his life for. You only had to travel around Ireland with him to become aware of just how much he inspired his own people. As a true Kerryman, this often meant going off visiting at about 11.00 at night.


Christmas Midnight Mass at St Martin de Porres Church

Father John was a man aware of his own dignity as a person and this freed him to acknowledge our shared dignity with each and every other person. If there is any essential characteristic to being a missionary this aspect is basic when dealing with people born into an ambiance of being ‘a nobody’ in our world. It was in this ambiance that he proved himself a loyal friend to so many. Built on the person he was, his long-term appointments facilitated his relating to his people at this level.

Like everyone else he took his share of knocks and misunderstandings in life. He was Regional Director in the late 1960s in the aftermath of Vatican II, which had given us a new awareness of Social Justice in a Gospel context. Many of our group embraced this new vision and went bald-headed for promoting social change. This in turn created tensions with those involved in the more traditional approach. Father John empathized with the argument for change, but was always kind, discreet and at pains to maintain the unity of the group.


Tribute and farewell to Fr John O'Connell, Parish of San Pedro y San Pablo, Túpac Amaru District (also known as 'Payet'), Lima, 2011

Father John proved himself one of our best and gave our people a great confidence in the man he was. Dealing with mostly poor and often semi-literate migrants, he helped so many to become aware of their dignity as persons and to trust one another. He countered the racism inherent in the culture while he empowered the despised ‘nobodies’ to achieve grassroots social change.

Finally, what gift in this prayerful man identified Father John as a priest for his people? There was a warmth to the man that we don't all possess and on one occasion this was presented as he being likened to a peat fire in the hearth gently warming the room and its people.


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Your editor didn't know Fr John O'Connell very well but has one very happy memory of him when he was Regional Director in Ireland. In 1986 the Columbans went to Belize and Jamaica. We worked in Belize till 1996 and in Jamaica till 1999. There was a mission-sending ceremony in St Columban's, Dalgan Park, Ireland. After Mass we had lunch followed by a short program.

In recent years we Columbans have been emphasising the cross-cultural aspect of our missionary work, something that has always been there but is being reflected on more these days. Fr Leo Donnelly tells us in his obituary of his great friend being 'a Kerryman to his fingertips'. Kerry, one of Ireland's 32 counties, is in the south-west of Ireland. To the east of it is Cork. Cork and Kerry are great rivals in Gaelic Football. The unofficial 'anthem' of Cork is a song called The Banks of My Own Lovely Lee, colloquially known as 'De Banks'.

On that happy day when we were sending Columban priests to two new missions Father John, a proud Kerryman, crossed 'cultural boundaries' and gave one of the best renditions of 'De Banks' that your editor has ever heard. And the whole occasion was an expression of the vision of our founders, Fr Edward Galvin and Fr John Blowick, to be like St Columban our patron, Peregrinos pro Christo, Pilgrims for Christ, and to proclaim the Gospel by the love we show one another.

May Father John be a member of the heavenly choir for all eternity.

While Father John's rendition of The Banks 0f My Own Lovely Lee was one of the very best I've heard he won't mind my saying that that of Seán Ó Sé, arranged by Seán Ó Riada, both Corkmen, is the best.




Sr Mary Fintan Ryan (1 September 2013)

Sister Mary Fintan Ryan, a native of Cappamore, Co Limerick, died peacefully in St Columban’s Nursing Home, Magheramore, Wicklow, on Sunday evening, 1 September, 2013.

Her motto: Behold the handmaid of the Lord

The Funeral Mass was celebrated on Wednesday, 4 September at 11:30 am followed by the Burial in the Convent Cemetery.

Sister Sheila Crowe delivered the Mass Homily, the text of which follows below:

Good day everybody on this beautiful harvest day. The corn growing in the fields all around us, in this area of Wicklow, is ripe and being harvested. I was driving behind one of those big trucks a few days ago and there was the load full and flowing over with the rich corn. So it was with our dear Sr. Fintan, Auntie Biddy to you, her family, the Lord came and called her on Sunday evening when He saw her harvest was ripe and ready for the next stage of her journey.We heard in the gospel just read and chosen by Sister herself, “Well done, good and faithful servant… enter into the joy of your Lord.” She has been whisked off to enjoy the Splendour of God as our opening hymn reminded us.

So here we are today gathered to mourn and to celebrate a life very well lived as I hope to attest to in my few words. Biddy Ryan was born in the metropolis of Cappamore Co. Limerick, a GAA heart land, into a loving and Faith filled family. Between home and school with the Mercy Sisters she was nurtured in her Faith and when the time was ripe she moved on to the even more famous metropolis of Doon – don’t we have ideas about ourselves! – where I first got to know Biddy Ryan. Biddy, Mary Mulcahy, Kathleen McGrath and I were classmates for those five years of development and study. My greatest memory of Biddy was how GOOD she was. It was a long straight and windy bog road from Cappamore to Doon but Biddy cycled it daily, like her predecessor, her sister, Sr Mary Attracta, and followed by Nora Canty both of whom we are happy to have with us here today.

Now in Ireland we have local folklore and the story goes like this.The Sisters in Cappamore were a branch house of Doon and naturally there was a lot of written communication between the two convents, and the Ryans, at various stages, were the main conduits of such mail, etc. Biddy on return to Cappamore in the evenings duly delivered the goods, and sometimes there was an awkward item such as a flower pot. Biddy in turn handed on the responsibility to Nora and this is the legend, Nora did it faithfully but did it her way. All items were duly delivered and always before night fall even with a few gentle hints from Mrs Ryan.

In our homes as well as by the Mercy Sisters, to whom we owe a debt of gratitude, we were nurtured in the Faith and the ideal of being missionaries was never far from the school ethos. Well, the 4 of us became Columban Sisters in Cahiracon in Co Clare. There we were nurtured again under the careful watch of Mother Mary Peter and Sr Joan O’Donovan, who is with us here today. Finally we were sent for higher education; Sr Fintan was trained as a nurse and midwife, and on graduation was awarded Midwife of the Year in Holles Street Maternity Hospital, Dublin. Now she was ready for the missions.

At a recent seminar in St Columban’s, Dalgan Park, we celebrated the fourteenth hundred anniversary of the death of St Columban, our patron. Knowledge of St Columban, the pilgrim and missionary for Christ is basic to our formation as Columbans. And so it was that Sr Fintan set out by boat from Ireland in 1962 along with six more Sisters on their way to the East, full of faith, zeal and energy. Yes, in those days we travelled by boat. Another piece of folklore here: as the boat pulled out from the North Wall on a wet windy January night, Sr Imelda, an older Sister asked Sr Fintan to come up on deck to get a last glimpse of Ireland. There was a young man on deck looking wistfully at Ireland who spoke to the two Sisters of his grief and loneliness at having to live so far away in England. He asked the Sisters where they were going and Fintan replied in her full missionary zeal, “I am going to Burma ((her first assignment)) and Sr Imelda is going to Korea.” The poor fellow was ‘flummoxed’ and Sr Imelda suggested to Fintan that she break it gently to the next person who might inquire as to their destination.

Sr Fintan had a temporary assignment to the Ruttonjee Sanatorium in Hong Kong in the hope of moving to Burma when a visa would be issued. That visa never came. So Fintan lived and loved the people of Hong Kong all her missionary life. She was in Hong Kong from 1962 until last year when she returned to us, apart from 2 breaks, one on Mission Awareness program in Scotland and another term nursing in our Nursing Home here in Magheramore. During her HK years she nursed in various capacities as nurse and ward sister in the general wards and especially in the Children’s ward and later as an efficient theatre sister. The Ruttonjee was famous for its care of patients with TB which was rampant in HK at that time. Later Sister ministered in a rural clinic and nursery school in Daguling on the very borders of China. This in some ways would have reminded her of her native Co Limerick and the Old Bog Road. This was where many of us came to, from the noise and pollution of the big city, for rest and recreation. Fintan always made us most welcome. She laboured tirelessly in Daguling until she was assigned as a Catholic Chaplain in the large Prince of Wales Hospital in Shatin, a suburb of Hong Kong, and within St Benedict’s Parish. Here she spent her last years on mission in Hong Kong, China.

The best way for me to pay tribute to these years is to quote from some of the tributes paid to Sr Fintan by her work colleagues, many friends and past patients and I quote briefly from some of the cards, letters and emails: “We love you, you were so patient,… ’you taught me to trust in God, how can I live now that you are gone?’ Each message is so sincere and I cannot really convey the grief written on the pages. There are many trophies and tributes and I feel this little one says it all: “Total Commitment Award winner, Sr Fintan Ryan.” Lastly, a short snippet from a long tribute from Maryknoll Father Ahearn, PP: “…a wonderful example of a faithful religious Sister and friend.” Speaking with our Nursing Home staff here in Magheramore about their time with Fintan, I got the following the response, “It was far too short. We would love to have had more time to get to know such a wonderful lady.”

Life for Fintan was great and I am reminded of a short poem:

There is but one journey afforded each one of us.
At every step of the way
We seek out the meaning of life and existence
And cherish those moments
That clearly make the journey
Worth the gift of life.

Sr Fintan is physically gone but our Faith tells us that she is with us and this is the mystery.

Before the remains were brought to the Convent cemetery, two Hong Kong born Chinese, Columban Sister Lucia So and a friend, Sally Chan, led a short Chinese funeral ritual making the three bows of respect for the deceased before the coffin.

Source: http://www.columbansisters.org/sister-m-fintan-ryan-enters-eternal-rest/




Fr Joseph F Gallagher (2 August 2013)


Fr Joseph 'Joe' Gallagher
(1923 - 2013)


Fr Joseph 'Joe' Gallagher died in the Dalgan Nursing Home, St Columbans', Ireland, on 2 August 2013. Born in Ballinacurra, Killasser, County Mayo on 30 June 1923, he was educated at St Joseph’s National School, Killasser, and St Nathy’s College, Ballaghaderreen, County Roscommon. He came to St Columban’s, Navan, in 1941 and was ordained priest on 21 December 1947.


The old National School, Killasser, which Father Joe attended as a boy [thanks to Kevin Peyton]

He was appointed to the Region of the Philippines in 1948 and assigned to the District of Lingayen. He served in the parishes of this district, in Labrador, Domalandan, Dasol, Naguelguel, Sual etc. over the next fifty years. The only break in this sequence was a period of nine years spent in Manila from 1966 to 1975 as District Superior and later Director of the Region.


Swinford, County Mayo, near where Father Joe grew up

Father Joe was full of zeal and energy for the Gospel. He devoted every moment of his time, and every penny of his money to serving the people, building and repairing churches, chapels and schools. He organised and trained catechists for the many primary schools of his parishes. Blessed with a pleasant, good-humoured, open personality, he established close relationships with the people, and loved to play cards with his Columban colleagues.


San Pedro Martir Church, Sual, Pangasinan

He would have been more than happy to have lived out his days in the Philippines, but failing health meant that he reluctantly returned to Ireland and the Dalgan Nursing Home in 2007. He deeply appreciated the care of the nursing staff and the regular visits of his relatives.

May he rest in peace.


Co-cathedral of the Epiphany of the Lord, Lingayen, Pangasinan


The obituary by Fr Cyril Lovett mentions that Fr Gallagher served in Labrador. Here is an account of how he helped restore the Church of St Isidore the Farmer [emphasis added].


St Isidore the Farmer Church, Labrador, Pangasinan

The Holy Sacrifice of the Mass was first offered in Labrador in 1575 when a section of the Spanish army was encamped on the shores of Lingayen Gulf at the mouth of the Agno River or in in attempt to cut off the retreat of a Chinese pirate, named Limahong, who had invaded this area. It was not until 1755 that Labrador was set up as a parish under the care of the Dominican Father Antonio Ruiz. The parish was dedicated to St Isidore the Farmer, who is the patron saint of Madrid and who is still greatly venerated here, especially by farmers.

After World War II the Columban Fathers took over the administration of the parish in April 1949. The church was in very bad condition.

In May of 1952, Fr Joseph Gallagher took over administration of the parish. He began by repairing the altars, setting them back in their original positions, replacing the wood carvings that had been damaged and repainting each altar. Then the façade was plastered and painted. Although much remained to be done, work was temporarily suspended on the church because it was felt that the more immediate need was a Catholic High School for the spiritual formation and instruction of his young parishioners.

In June, 1954, the first class was admitted, and since then the attendance has grown each year, requiring additional rooms and gradually forcing him to leave the old rectory entirely to the school and to build another rectory nearby for himself and his assistant.




Fr Patrick C Hickey (1 August 2013)


Fr Patrick C Hickey
(1929 - 2013)


Fr Patrick Claver Hickey died from a heart attack in the Epworth Hospital, Melbourne on 1 August 2013 in his 84th year. His death was unexpected.

Father Pat’s life as a Columban missionary priest could be divided into three sections.

The first, from 1958 to 1979, was the 21 years he spent in the southern Philippines on the island of Mindanao. He returned there briefly in 1982 before being appointed to the Australia and New Zealand Region. His years in the Philippines were like those of many Columban priests, focused on building up the local Catholic Church. He wrote an article in 1968 expressing this missionary outlook.


Municipal Hall, Mahayag, Zamboanga del Sur

He wrote, 'Beginning a new parish can be frustrating, exhilarating, challenging. Here in Mahayag, I have inherited a delightful two acre site with the possibility of extending it a little more, suitable for church, presbytery and high school'. The first project was to build a temporary house to live in; it cost $340. But the first real project was to build the school. After a year, the school was in existence, just three rooms, a beginning, and 125 students. The teachers were qualified, all taught by the Columban Sisters in Immaculate Conception College (now La Salle University), Ozamiz City.

Next came the church. His letter describes how the people started to gather money to build the Church in dribs and drabs. They hoped to start soon. Then the plan was to build a proper presbytery.

His final sentence in that article is 'Such is the work of starting off: frustrating, exhilarating, challenging, but on the whole satisfying'.

Father Dan O’Malley who is the acting Regional Director in the Philippines wrote, on hearing of Pat's death,

'Pat Hickey was particularly kind to me when I was District Superior in Mindanao. I was 20 years his junior but I got respect and kindness from Pat.'


Sto Niño Cathedral, Pagadian City

A following group of letters in 1974 talk about the influx of Columban priests into Mindanao, the Diocese of Pagadian being established in November 1971 and the local Church being built up.

The next phase of Father Pat’s life was as Regional Bursar in the ANZ Region from 1983 to 1988; he spent a few years in Perth and Melbourne but the next ten years involved ministry in South Australia in the Diocese of Port Pirie, pastor of Quorn /Carrieton and then of Streaky Bay until 2002. When he had a stroke he retired to St Columban’s Essendon.


Municipal Chambers, Quorn, South Australia

Father Pat was a private person, well organized . He went on weekly excursions; his lack of mobility because of the stroke did not stop him and he used the train system extremely well. He was a man who read widely and had a particular interest in Australian Rules Football and cricket.

The Director, Fr Gary Walker was the main celebrant and homilist. He reminded us that the Messianic banquet described by the prophet Isaiah is an invitation to all people. As a Columban missionary Father Pat carried on the mission of Jesus who announced what it was in the synagogue in Nazareth, and like St Paul's, his life was finally poured out. He had fought the good fight, he had kept the faith.

Father Pat's funeral took place on 7 August and he was laid to rest in the Columban section of Melbourne General Cemetery, Carlton North, Melbourne.

May he rest in peace.


Melbourne General Cemetery, Carlton North, Melbourne




Sr Amada Martin (21 July 2013)

Columban Sister Amada Martin died suddenly but peacefully early on Sunday morning, 21 July 2013, in the Columban Sisters’ house in San Juan, Manila, Philippines.

May Sister Amada enjoy the everlasting peace of the Lord.

The wake took place in the Sanctuarium, Araneta Avenue, Manila, where family members and friends from Lingayen, Pangasinan and Bulacan attend each day.

On Monday, 29 July (10:15am Philippine time), Fr Brendan Lovett SSC was the main celebrant at the Funeral Mass. Burial followed at Holy Cross cemetery.

The Mass Reflection was given by Sister Ann Rita Centeno, the text of which follows below.

“In raising Jesus from the dead he has given us new life and the hope of sharing enduring life beyond death.” 1 Peter 1: 3

The suddenness of Amada’s death took us by surprise. Sunday mornings in San Juan are usually more quiet that other mornings because it is a chance to take a sleep-in. Our weekly mass is celebrated every Saturday at 5.30 pm with Fr. Brendan Lovett as the presider. That Saturday morning, Fr. Mike Kalaw, the parish priest of Our Lady of Fatima came to the house for a visit. It is in his parish where Sisters Minerva and Julie work. Before leaving, Father Mike gave Sisters Amada and Mercy (who sprained her right foot) the anointing of the sick.

At our evening Eucharistic liturgy, it was Amada who read the first reading. She read well and after the mass we had our dinner. Amada enjoyed her meal and she even had her favorite “ube” flavor ice cream. When Father Brendan had left, the next activity was to watch one of her favorite TV programs (Maalaala Mo Kaya), which usually finishes at 9 o’clock in the evening. We usually watch the program together. That night after the program, she got up to go and we said goodnight to each other.

Amada was never bedridden. In fact she was faithful to her daily walk in the morning and in the afternoon as recommended by our family doctor. In the afternoon, she says her rosary outside the house, in the garden. About a month ago, she lost her balance and fell hitting her head against the wall. There was big bump in her head and forehead. She was taken to the hospital. An MRI was taken and so was a CT Scan. Both tests yielded negative results. Since her accident, she had been going to St Luke’s Hospital every week for the cleaning and dressing of the wound in her head. The bruises she sustained on her face gradually disappeared. The daily cleaning and dressing of her wound was done by the caregiver at home.

At about 9 o’clock in the morning of Sunday, the caregiver and I went to her room, she to dress her wound and I to settle some house accounts. The caregiver tried to wake her up telling her it was time to get up. She was sleeping on her left side, her face very peaceful. When she was not responding we immediately called for an ambulance which arrived in about 15 minutes. The St. Luke’s hospital staff immediately tried to resucitate her but without success. Almost immediately some members of the family arrived.

Amada was waked at a funeral parlor nearby San Juan. Two of her cousins from the United States wished to attend the funeral so the wake was extended to four days. Masses were celebrated everyday by Columban Fathers and attended by many of Amada’s friends, relatives and former students from Lingayen, Olongapo Labrador, Bulacan, London and Caloocan parish where she was an active member of the Legion of Mary.

A number of Columban Fathers concelebrated the funeral mass; the presider was Fr. Brandan Lovett. At the graveside we had a simple ritual of saying our final goodbye to Amada as she was laid to rest beside Sisters M. Campion, M. Oliver, M. Consuelo and Clarita.

“Blessed be God, the source of all life and comfort.”

Thank you very much for all your prayers and all the messages of support that you have sent us.

On behalf of all of us in the Philippines,

Sister Ann Rita Centeno

Source: http://www.columbansisters.org/sr-amada-martin-enters-eternal-life/




Fr Oliver Kennedy (21 June 2013)


Fr Oliver M Kennedy
(1942 - 2013)


Fr Oliver Kennedy died suddenly in the Columban Nursing Home in St Columban's, Dalgan Park, Navan, Ireland, on 21 June 2013. Born on 2 June 1942 in Newcastle West, County Limerick, he was educated at Mercy Convent School, Christian Brothers' School, Tuam, and St Jarlath’s College, Tuam. Coming from Tuam in those days meant that he came to the Columbans in 1959 with an enviable reputation on the sports field, one that proved well founded and lasted well into his days on mission.


St Jarlath's College, Tuam

He was ordained in Dalgan Park, Navan on the 21 December 1965 and appointed to Korea. After two years of language studies he was assigned to the recently-created diocese of Wonju. After a short time in Wondong city parish, Oliver spent the next ten years in the mountain parishes of Jongson, Hwangji and Pyeongchang. These were poor and isolated places with few Catholics. This was also the time when the military government of Park Chung Hee was clamping down on dissidents liked Bishop Daniel Tji of Wonju. When the bishop was jailed, his diocese led the protest movement in the country and suffered heavy police surveillance. Fr Oliver himself got a 24-hour grilling by the Korean CIA, but he was an obvious target as he stood out head and shoulders over most of the other protesters.


Wonju

He studied Spirituality in Rome for two years from 1976 and relished the vibrancy of Italian life and the Charismatic Renewal. He returned as pastor of Samchok on the east coast of Korea until he was asked to engage full-time in retreat and spiritual direction work from 1983. He had a brief spell on vocation and retreat ministry in Ireland before returning to Korea to join in building a mission training programme for Columban students and to continue his retreat work with priests and Sisters.


Pontifical Irish College, Rome

Fr Oliver left Korea in 2000 after 35 years and was able to take the experience of those years with him into the role of Spiritual Director in the Irish College in Rome. He enjoyed his work there and reluctantly had to give it up following a severe stroke in 2008. As usual he took on the challenge of dealing with his disabilities and learned to talk and walk again. Fr Oliver gave his life in the service of others and enjoyed doing it. He certainly paid little attention to himself and to his own needs but his family, and many friends throughout Korea and Ireland, will remember his generosity and his friendship for a long time.

May he rest in peace. [Fr Noel Daly]


Cemetery, St Columban's, Dalgan Park

Editor's note. I last met Father Oli early in May after coming home on vacation from the Philippines. He loved doing cryptic crosswords and used to photocopy the Crosaire cryptic crossword from The Irish Times and give copies to other Columbans in Dalgan Park who liked to do it. I reminded him of the time I asked him if he had a copy of the Simplex crossword, a somewhat easier one, from the paper. He looked at me with mock disdain - but went and photocopied it for me. He laughed when I recalled this.




Fr Owen O'Leary (12 May 2013)


Fr Owen O'Leary
(1932 - 2013)


Fr Owen was among the most sociable of Columbans and made life-long friends wherever he worked. Though he was physically strong, he suffered from indifferent health, particularly over the past ten years. He was very solicitous of others who were sick and rarely complained of his own sufferings.

Fr Owen O'Leary was born at Readrinagh, Headford, Killarney, Ireland, on 8 January 1932. He was educated at Barraduff National School, Gneevguilla NS, Christian Brothers' School, Tralee and St Brendan's, Killarney. He went to St Columban's, DaIgen Park (the Columban seminary in Ireland), in 1949 and was ordained priest on 21 December 1955. After ordination he was sent to study agriculture at Lafayette, Louisiana, USA. In 1957 he was appointed to Burma, and while awaiting his visa did promotion work in the USA over the next two years.

Fr Owen spent seven years in Burma. After language studies in the Bhamo (Banmaw) area, he worked in Bhamo City as assistant, and later as pastor in Kajihtu. Even in those early years his health gave cause for concern. The Burmese government had long restricted the admission of new missionaries. In 1965 they decreed that all foreigners with temporary-stay permits could not have those permits renewed and would have to leave the country before the end of 1966. Owen therefore had to leave in 1966, but he contiued to support the diocese financially down the years and he had the joy of visiting them again thirty years later.

After Burma there followed ten years in promotion work in Britain and Ireland. Then, twelve years in pastoral work in various parishes in Ireland: in Castleconnell (Killaloe Diocese) 1976-78; in Ennistymon and Lahinch 1978-'82; in Renmore 1982-'85, and Castlegar 1985-88, (all Galway Diocese). He served as Director of the DaIgen Nursing Home from 1988-1996, before retuming to pastoral work once again in Lahinch (1996-2002). He retired to the Dalgan Nursing Home in 2002 where he resided until his most recent illness.

Fr Owen was an older brother of Columban Fr Francis O'Leary, ordained in 1958, who died suddenly in Chile on 25 January 1992.

Fr Owen was among the most sociable of Columbans and made life-long friends wherever he worked. Though he was physically strong, he suffered from indifferent health, particularly over the past ten years. He was very solicitous of others who were sick and rarely complained of his own sufferings. Fr Owen died in the Hemitage Medical Centre, Lucan, County Dublin, on 12 May 2013.

May he and his brother Father Frank rest in peace.




Sr Frances Daly (21 April 2013)

Sister Frances Daly passed away peacefully in St Columban’s Nursing Home, Magheramore, Wicklow, Ireland, on Sunday morning, 21 April 2013. The funeral Mass was celebrated on Tuesday, 23 April, followed by interment in the convent cemetery.

Word spoken by Sister Ita Hannaway at the Funeral Mass on Tuesday, 23 April:

Good morning to you all! I’m sure Sister Frances is proud to see the great turn-out of the Daly clan as she takes her leave of us all and journeys into eternal life.

The Readings of our liturgy today give us an insight into the guiding faith and urge which have always been characteristic of Frances’s life. As early as the age of eighteen, in 1939, she took a definite step in response to a belief that she was to be a servant of the Gospel after the example of Jesus life. She would search for Jesus and, finding him, would give her life to sharing his message of love by word and deed wherever his grace led her. She would be his disciple for the rest of her life.


The Owenroe River or Moynalty River, near where Sr Frances grew up

Being a disciple of Jesus, like paying for the field that held the treasure, would be a costly business, a challenge which would make demands on all aspects of Frances’s life. She rose to the challenge with all the faith and gifts which had been nurtured and encouraged in her in her family home in Cormeen Valley, near Moynalty, County Meath.


Moynalty, County Meath

Faith was at the heart of the Daly family; each child’s gifts noted appreciated and fostered. Frances came to the Columban Sisters in Cahiracon, familiar, even at eighteen, with methods of good housekeeping, gardening and caring for health. It was in the latter capacity, as a trained nurse, that she set off for China in 1946. For the next twelve years she served the neediest in body and soul both in Hanyang on mainland China and later in Hong Kong. She was an excellent nurse, beautiful in appearance and all-round in her care of the sick – not just healing their illnesses but also trying to do something to overcome the causes of their ailments. This was a demanding ministry in many ways; for Frances it called upon all her resources of energy and competency. But she knew that this was the price she was paying for the treasure and privilege of sharing in the mission of Jesus.


Cathedral of the Immaculate Conception, Hong Kong

A different challenge awaited Frances when she was assigned to the Philippines and became part of the parish pastoral team in Ozamiz on the island of Mindanao. Now her days were given to visiting and caring for the sick in their homes or in hospital as well as participating in feeding programmes and medical care for the undernourished poor who came for help. In this work she was surely reminded and inspired by the public life of Jesus who reached out with loving, caring compassion to all in need.

A totally new ministry awaited Frances when she moved to another diocese some distance from Ozamiz. From Molave, in the diocese of Pagadian, she initiated a parish/diocesan programme for family life enrichment and guidance. As a wise missionary, she soon began training a core group of women who would go with her from parish to parish throughout the diocese, meet and give seminars to married couples or couples soon to be married, training and encouraging them in maintaining good marriage relationships, in natural family planning methods and encouraging them to keep prayer at the heart of their homes. The people of Molave were sad to see her leave their parish, but they have not forgotten her. To this day her core group of faithful companions continue her work with the same zeal which she inspired in them. They will be really sad to learn of her death.


Sto Niño Cathedral, Pagadian City

Frances’s health began to decline in the late 1970s and it was time for her to withdraw from active ministry abroad. Back in Ireland, she participated for as long as she could in the mission of our community here, still maintaining and expecting the same high standards which she had set herself at the beginning of her missionary life. However pain and disability gradually claimed her energy and independence. For me it was sad to see this great nurse submit to being nursed, but just as she had made demands upon herself in the course of her various ministries, so she expected the same high standards from those who cared for her. She could be quick from time to time to ‘have a go’ at those of us who tried to meet her needs on any level. It was always good to know that her fine spirit was well in touch with what was going on around her.

Gradually she entered the realm of peace and contentment. She had given her all to God, had experienced that nothing could come between her and his love. Her motto, adopted on the day of her Final Profession stated simply: ‘My God and my All’ – God was her all and she was all his. No wonder she ended her earthly life so peacefully.

It has seemed to me for many, many years now that when Frances joined our Congregation her parents and family joined us also, but in a capacity different from that of Frances. She would go to mission lands; they would remain at home with us, sharing our efforts to provide for the maintenance of our missions. We are all aware of the Produce Stall set up annually at our Sale of Work. At this stall customers and supporters can still find the finest homemade jams – which weren’t made overnight but demanded painstaking fruit picking and cooking in the course of months from the Dalys and their co-Columban supporters. Farm and garden produce from many sources find their way to the stall which they manage and it is a stall sure to be cleared well before the Sale ends.


Brittas Bay, near Magheramore, County Wicklow, Ireland

It seems fitting that on this day when we thank God for giving Frances to our congregation that we thank her family too – the generations of Dalys who walk with us generously as we do our best to share the treasure of God’s love which inspired and impelled Frances throughout her life. Frances has now made her generation of the Daly family complete win heaven. May she enjoy with them forever the unimaginable joy of God’s infinite peace and love!




Fr Liam Griffiths (11 March 2013)


Fr Liam Griffiths
(1923 - 2013)


Fr William (Liam) Ignatius Griffiths was born 26 November1923 in the Parish of Abbeyknockmoy, Tuam. He was educated at Newtown National School, Abbeyknockmoy, and St Jarlath's College, Tuam. He came to St Columban's College, Dalgan Park, Navan, in 1942 and was ordained priest 21 December 1948.

In 1949, Liam was among the first Columbans appointed to the Region of Japan; he was to serve there for 24 years, and served in all four Columban areas in that region. In Yokohama he served in Chigasaki Kamakura and Ninomiya Parishes. In the Diocese of Osaka, he served in Wakayama City and Kengun.


Ruins of a 12th century Cistercian abbey, Mainistir Chnoc Muaidhe, anglicized as Abbeyknockmoy.

In Fukuoka Diocese he served in Waifu and among the lepers in Keifu-en. From 1967 to 1971 he was Coordinator of the Columban Catechetical Bureau in Tokyo. The Bureau produced and distributed a series of homilies, occasional talks, and commentaries on the New Catechism in Japanese, which were much appreciated by fellow Columbans.


Wakayama City

Assigned to the Region of Ireland and Britain in 1974, he first spent three years as Assistant in Sacred Heart Parish, Leigh, Lancashire, followed by three years as Assistant in St Joseph's Parish, Ballymun, Dublin, and then two years as Chaplain to the Little Sisters of the Poor, in Waterford. In 1982 he took charge of the Solihull Office. He did this work methodically and faithfully for many years. He also followed up his interest in history and published an attractive popular booklet on the Life of St Columban. During the same years he helped with promotion work in Middlesbrough, East Anglia, Cardiff, Lancaster, Arundel and Brighton, and Southwark Dioceses.


Solihull High Street

Up to October 2012, he continued to reside in Solihull, being helpful in a variety of ways and enjoying caring for the grounds. Apart from history, gardening and cycling, he was an ardent follower of Galway hurling and football teams. A gentle and courteous man, he was dedicated to his family and, above all, to his priesthood. He died in Our Lady of Lourdes Hospital, Drogheda, on 11 March after a short illness.

May he rest in peace.


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Your editor worked with Father Liam in Solihull from September 2000 till April 2002. Father Liam would be the first into the office to open the hundreds of letters that arrived each day with donations for the Columbans. He had a real sense of the fact that each letter came from a person willing to sacrifice so that we Columbans could carry out our mission. He was very focused and I learned quickly not to disturb or surprise him when he was at his desk. He wouldn't show annoyance but would be thrown off his stride.

Father Liam loved to spend the afternoon working in the grounds of our house in Solihull. He was never short of work there. As the obituary above states, he was a gentle and courteous man, qualities that all who lived and worked with him appreciated.




Srs Mary Rose and Mary Ita O'Mahony (10 and 14 February 2013)

Sister Mary Rose O'Mahony died peacefully in Loughlinstown Hospital, County Dublin, Ireland, on Sunday 10 February. Her funeral Mass took place on Ash Wednesday, 13 February, at the headquarters of the Columban Sisters in Magheramore, Wicklow.

The following day her own sister, Sister Mary Ita, died at St Columban's Nursing Home, Magheramore, and was buried the following Saturday, 16 February.

Sister Rose worked for many years in the Philippines and was Directress of Immaculate Conception College, Ozamiz City, in the early 1970s.

She also worked in the USA and in Britain. Sister Ita also spent some years in the Philippines after the Columban Sisters were forced to leave Burma. Their older sister, Sister Gabriel O'Mahony, a medical doctor and Columban Sister, worked for many years in Hong Kong with TB patients. She died some years ago.


Looking north, Brittas Bay, near Magheramore, County Wicklow

Sister Ita Hannaway, a former Superior General of the Columban Sisters who spent many years in the Philippines, spoke on the occasion of the funeral of Sister Rose.

Good morning to each of you. It is a blessing to have you with us as we give thanks for our dear Sister Mary Rose’s life and return her to God who gave her to us all. Rose has reached the place where, for many years, she has longed to be.

Yesterday evening, during our service of bringing Rose to our chapel here for her final visit, those of us who were present heard a Reading from the Scripture which puts today’s celebration into context. It read:

What you have come to is Mount Zion and the city of the living God,
where everyone is a first-born child and
a citizen of heaven... and to Jesus...

There is no doubt about the wonder and joy which surround the birth of a first-born child here on earth – and to think that all this wonder and joy is only the faintest reflection of the joy in heaven when a new citizen arrives is a consolation beyond words to express.

Sister Rose, our new citizen in heaven, is safely home.



Mount Zion

The Reading tells us that the city of God is on a mountain, Mount Zion. The word Mount suggests a climb if one is to reach its summit, and, as we know, the prospect of a steep climb can be both thrilling and frightening, dangerous and delightful. These feelings might all have been experienced by young Kathleen O’Mahony as she left the security and ever-immediate love of her family in Lissarourke, Enniskeen, County Cork, and set out for Cahiracon, County Clare where two of her sisters, now Sisters Mary Gabriel and Ita, had gone before her to join the Congregation of the Missionary Sisters of St Columban.


The River Bandon, which flows near where the O'Mahony sisters grew up

Kathleen, soon to be named Sister Mary Rose, wanted to be a missionary, one single-mindedly devoted to bearing witness to God’s love and to the teaching of Jesus wherever there was need for such teaching and witness. For her, this would be to a great extent, amongst those who, while knowing about God, had little chance or opportunity of growing in knowledge or relationship with Him – those also who, on the fringes of society had little hope of being educated to a degree of being secure enough in themselves to take their place and make their voices heard in situations which badly needed the influence of Gospel truth and Gospel values.

Right after First Profession, Rose was off the a mission newly begun amongst American Mexicans and immigrant Mexicans on the West Coast of California, in the United States. Now her climb towards Mount Zion was beginning to become steep. She was not a qualified teacher, nevertheless, she would soon be expected to begin teaching catechism to pupils in local public schools as well as taking her place in the new school opened by the Columban Sisters in Westminster. But she was bright, and she had a solid faith foundation both at home and in the schools she attended. Nevertheless each day challenged her creativity and her belief in God in whose name she had been sent to California. In addition to teaching, she took courses in education which eventually resulted in her being recognised as a qualified teacher. She had kept her foothold so far along the mountain road. God had not failed her.

By the time she was ready to make Final Profession, Sister Rose was ready also to name the missionary journey she had undertaken and the goal she hoped for. Her motto, taken on the day of Final Profession, summed up her aspirations as a missionary Sister. It was written on her ring and read: ‘To Jesus through Mary. Abba, Father.’ She was going towards Jesus, holding His Mother’s hand as she made her way in bearing witness to the Gospel. They would lead her to her Abba, Father.

When she was transferred from the United States to the Philippines in 1970 her journey took on a new challenge as she entered a scene more sinister than anything she had experienced in her missionary life until now. Tensions were everywhere in the lead up to Martial Law with its oppression and additional atrocities.

Sister Rose was teaching college students – idealistic young men and women who wanted the best for their country. She shared their pain listened to them and tried to calm their mounting frustration. Above all, she prayed with them and for them, always trusting in God’s love and in the protection of the Blessed Virgin Mary, the dearly beloved queen of Filipino hearts. She remained in the Philippine mission long after peace had been restored to that beautiful country and its people.

In later years in the Philippines, Sister Rose experienced both gratitude and pain as schools and pastoral ministries begun by the Columban Sisters were being passed over to local women and men, very many of whom had received their education in the same schools and pastoral settings. It is in situations such as these that the calibre of missionary single-mindedness is tested, as they are challenged to let go and move away from places where their missionary lives and energies have been spent. Sister Rose stood up to this testing; she left the Philippines lonely but grateful.

Back in the West, she gave her energies and the fruit of her years of missionary experience abroad to the service of isolated and sometimes stigmatised members of the society of the community within which the Sisters lived in Birmingham. To them she brought cheerfulness, gave them back a sense of self-worth and of hope as she treated them as what they were – sisters and brothers of Jesus and therefore her sisters and brothers, too.


Derekh Ha'Apifyor (Pope's Way) leading up to Mount Zion, so named by the Israeli government in honor of the visit of Pope Paul VI in 1964.

The final part of her climb to Mount Zion was, as is usual when reaching mountain tops, the most demanding upon Sister Rose. Pain, patience and gradual loss of independence challenged her enduring spirit as day followed day and the route became steeper. But she was holding the Blessed Virgin Mary’s hand; Jesus was within sight, and her heavenly Father was waiting for her. She seemed to be very clear about all this because, when she was being admitted for the last time to the hospital she was asked whether, in the case of its being possible, she wished to be resuscitated, if such a step were needed, she replied firmly: ‘No. Let me go to the Father’. She was really sure of her destination and she was not kept waiting for too long.


Coronation of the Virgin, Francesco di Giorgio Martini (1472-73)

Throughout her life Sister Rose experienced and bore witness to the truth of what St Paul teaches in the first Reading for today:

I am certain of this: neither death nor life, no angel, no prince,

nothing that exists, nothing still to come, not any power, or height

or depth, not any created thing can ever come between u

and the love of God made visible in Christ Jesus.

Yes, Sister Rose is home – to the place where Jesus has planned and made ready for her as he promised. We thank the O’Mahony family for entrusting her to our Congregation, and we thank you, our sister, Rose, for the sixty seven years of your bright presence amongst us.

Go dté tú slán, a Róisín. (May you go safely, Little Rose).




Fr Charles Gregory O'Mahony (10 February 2013)


Fr Charles O'Mahony
(1918 - 2013)


Fr Charles O’Mahony was proud to be a Columban missionary priest and proud of ‘all things Columban’. He died in his sleep in his 95th year at Caritas Christi Hospice, Kew on 10 February 2013.


Allan Street, main street of Kyabram

Father Charles was born in Kyabram, Victoria, on 20 November 1918 but the family moved to Geelong, Victoria, where he finished his schooling. He worked in the Taxation Department of the Public Service in Melbourne for four years before deciding to try the missionary priesthood.


St Mary of the Angels Basilica, Geelong

He began his study in 1938 at Essendon then travelled to the USA to Omaha, Nebraska where he completed his theological studies. He was ordained by Archbishop Richard (later Cardinal) Cushing in Boston, Massachusetts on 21 December 1944.

He was blessed with a good mind and intellect which marked him out for further studies which he undertook in Rome from 1948-1951.

But on his return to Australia he was appointed to Fiji, being one of the first group of Columbans to open a new mission there.


Navasa, a traditional village in Fiji

He was barely in Fiji when he was recalled to teach in the seminary in Wahroonga, Sydney. He was a member of the planning team for building a new seminary at Turramurra. His brother Tom was the architect and Father Charles was the first Rector when it opened in 1959.

He held all positions of major Columban responsibility in Australia: Regional Bursar, Office Manager of The Far East Office and Regional Director of the Australia/New Zealand Region.

In 1980 an appointment as Rector of the Columban house of studies in Rome was the beginning of a fulfilling six years. Many Australian bishops and priests who resided at the Columban house while they pursued their studies spoke of his interest in them, his willingness to assist and his enthusiasm for Aussie culture.

His performance of excerpts from Banjo Paterson’s ballads was legendary.

At 76 years of age Charles returned to Fiji for 12 years as the manager of the Columban Central House in Suva, 42 years after his first appointment there.


Sacred Heart Cathedral, Suva

In 2007 he retired to St Columban’s, Essendon where his journey began. He became proofreader for The Far East until December 2012. He was a kind and generous priest.

May he rest in peace.


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The obituary above, from the website of the Columbans in Australia and New Zealand, mentions Father Charlie's love for the ballads of bush poet Banjo Paterson. Here is one of the best known, Clancy of the Overflow.

I had written him a letter which I had, for want of better
Knowledge, sent to where I met him down the Lachlan, years ago;
He was shearing when I knew him, so I sent the letter to him,
Just "on spec", addressed as follows: "Clancy of The Overflow".

And an answer came directed in a writing unexpected,
(And I think the same was written with a thumbnail dipped in tar);
'Twas his shearing mate who wrote, and verbatim I will quote it:
"Clancy's gone to Queensland droving, and we don't know where he are."

In my wild erratic fancy visions come to me of Clancy
Gone a-droving down the Cooper where the Western drovers go;
As the stock are slowly stringing, Clancy rides behind them singing,
For the drover's life has pleasures that the townsfolk never know.

And the bush hath friends to meet him, and their kindly voices greet him
In the murmur of the breezes and the river on its bars,
And he sees the vision splendid of the sunlit plains extended,
And at night, the wondrous glory of the everlasting stars.

I am sitting in my dingy little office, where a stingy
Ray of sunlight struggles feebly down between the houses tall,
And the
foetid air and gritty of the dusty, dirty city
Through the open window floating, spreads its foulness over all.

And in place of lowing cattle, I can hear the fiendish rattle
Of the tramways and the buses making hurry down the street,
And the language uninviting of the gutter children fighting,
Comes fitfully and faintly through the ceaseless tramp of feet.

And the hurrying people daunt me, and their pallid faces haunt me
As they shoulder one another in their rush and nervous haste,
With their eager eyes and greedy, and their stunted forms and weedy,
For the townsfolk have no time to grow, they have no time to waste.

And I'd somehow rather fancy that I'd like to change with Clancy,
Like to take a turn at droving where the seasons come and go,
While he faced the round eternal of the cashbook and the journal -
But I'd doubt he'd suit the office, Clancy of The Overflow.




Sr Mary Winefride Sorensen (13 January 2013)

Columban Sister Mary Winefride Sorensen died peacefully on Sunday 13 January, the Feast of the Baptism of the Lord, in St Columban's Nursing Home, Magheramore, County Wicklow, Ireland. She was buried on Wednesday 16 January in the Convent Cemetery.

Sister Redempta Twomey spoke about Sister Winefride on the occasion of the funeral.

Funeral Mass of Sister Winefride Sorensen 16.1.2013 Magheramore

2 Cor 5:1,6-9; Matt 13:44-46

Today we celebrate the funeral Mass of our much loved sister, aunt and friend, Winefride, who died on Sunday, the great feast of the Baptism of the Lord. Just as his baptism was the beginning of his public life we can look on Winefride’s death as her baptism into eternal life. She too heard the words, “This is my beloved.” Though I cannot help thinking she must have reproached him, “Lord, why did you keep me here so long? I’ve been waiting to come to you for a long, long time.”

Because indeed she was. She dearly loved her family, to whom we extend our deep sympathy; your presence here today is a testimony of who she was and of your great love for her. But her eyes and heart were always fixed on what is beyond our understanding, the Face of God. We are all witnesses to this as in our presence, in this house, we saw, as St Paul says, “her outer self wasting away, her inner self being renewed day by day.” (2 Cor 4:16). This lovely woman, who throughout her 94 years in this earth always, and with great courage, walked by faith, not by sight, is now at home in that house not made by hands but is eternal in heaven, as we have just heard in the first reading (2 Cor 5:1).


University College Cork, where Sr Winefride studied and taught.

Her life began in Cork where in a loving family with her sister and two brothers her talents developed and were encouraged. With a keen intelligence and an enquiring mind she succeeded in all her studies and went on to take an honours degree in science in the University College, Cork. This was followed by an equally brilliant MA. She went across the water and taught in Wales for a year or so. While there she heard of St Winefride’s Well and so began her devotion to this saint whose name she took in religious life. On her return to UCC she, now a staff member, was a valued demonstrator in Botany and Zoology.


The entrance to St Winefride's Well, Wales

But don’t be deceived into thinking she was a regular ‘geek’ to use the current terminology. She had a delightful humour and could see the funny side of a situation and share the joke with others. Along with this was her love of and talent for music. Not only the classics but jazz, which she sometimes played with her friends in Cork. Alas, I think she eschewed this when she decided to join the Columbans. Which is a pity – we might have been up there in the charts with Ella Fitzgerald, Dizzy Gillespie and others!

Winefride had more serious things on her mind; her search for truth, for the Will of God in her life, led her to give up what would have been a glittering career to join the sisters in Cahiracon. She would use her talents to spread the gospel, to work among the poor, inspire them and help them on their journey. After her profession of vows she was sent to the US where she learnt aspects of school management and curriculums before going to the Philippines.


Capitol Building, Lingayen, Province of Pangasinan

There, in Lingayen, and later in Ozamis, she was an excellent and popular teacher. The boys especially loved to work in her laboratory and learn the intricacies of the dissection of small mammals. Her students responded to her gentle manner and learned from her far more than the rudiments of science. The enjoyed too performing in the operas she presented, and learning the piano from her. Winefride had a well- developed sense of fun, often hidden under her reserved manner. She could lighten things in community, entertaining them after supper, for example, by pushing aside the dishes and performing whole concertos with her fingers on the table while humming along. All the time with a twinkle in her brown eyes.

In this busy, committed life there grew in her a longing for more silence and solitude. After much prayer, pondering and inner struggle she asked to go to a contemplative Order of nuns in Ireland. This, she felt, was God’s will for her and she once again left what was familiar and dear to go to the Poor Clares. By then she had been nearly 20 years in the Philippines, among a people she delighted in and in a community who cherished her. It was a hard going, the wrench being felt on both sides. But, for Winefride seeking God was all that mattered, whatever the cost. So she went to Cork and lived the life of a Poor Clare with zeal and devotion. But after 6 years, when it came to making her final vows she knew she had to leave. We can only imagine her turmoil at that time: Why had God led her there only for her to leave again? For a sensitive and deeply spiritual woman this was surely the dark night of the soul. Winefride, with great faith and no little courage, readjusted to Columban life, a life which had changed much over the years as the community strove to implement the directives of Vatican 2. The sisters of course, were happy to have her back and helped to ease her way in. But it was a hard and lonely struggle.


Altarpiece of St Clare, Unknown Italian Master, 1280s (Web Gallery of Art)

Back again in the Philippines, she gave of herself unstintingly, her trust in God strengthened as she faced the challenges of each day. Who can tell how many were the lives this prayerful, zealous woman touched as she led others to the Lord who was the centre of her being? When after nearly 10 years she returned to Magheramore she once again set out to bring his love to others. Now in her seventies, she was a familiar sight cycling in to Wicklow to the boys at the de la Salle school where she taught them music - and theology, though the boisterous boys may not have always cottoned on to this latter. She also gave piano lessons to some folk who came here.

Her years in the Nursing Home were a period of greater solitude as she felt free to spend more time in prayer and meditation. Family visits meant a great deal to her and she was always graciously welcomed anyone who called in on her. We will not forget her smile which seemed to radiate peace. About two months or so ago I asked her what was the marrow or the core of her prayer. She paused a moment and then with a smile that lit up her whole being she said, “God is everything; I am nothing.” The rest is silence.

Let me end with a prayer which she had and which, in some measure, I think, epitomises her life; and is her gift to each of us here today.

May He give us all the courage that we need to go the way that He shepherds us. That when He calls, we may go unfrightened. If He bids us come to Him across the waters, that unfrightened we may go. And if He bids us climb the hill may we not notice that it is a hill, mindful only of the happiness of His company. He made us for himself that we should travel with Him and see Him at last in His unveiled Beauty in the Abiding City where He is Light and Happiness and Endless Home. (Fr Bede Jarrett O.P.)




Fr Edward Roberts (15 December 2012)

Father Ed Roberts died peacefully at Grace Nursing Facility on Saturday, 15 December. He had been in failing health for some time.

Born in Quincy, MA, 31 August 1931, Ed was educated in Boston High School and graduated in 1949. He went to Bristol and the Columban major seminary in Milton where he was ordained on 21 December 1960.

He was assigned to the Philippines in 1961 and worked in Mindanao and Negros Occidental (Diocese of Bacolod) before he received permission to enter the United States Navy Chaplain Corps.

After graduating from the Naval Chaplain School in Newport, RI he was assigned to the US Naval Stations in the Philippines from 1969 to 1976 after which he returned to the Naval Station in Mayport, FL. He was promoted to Commander four years later.


Insignia for Christian, Muslim and Jewish Chaplains in the US Navy Chaplain Corps

In 1982 he resigned his commission in the navy and returned to North Pembroke, MA, as associate pastor in S. Thecla’s parish. His health took a downturn two years later when he had a cancerous kidney removed.

He retired to Florida but continued doing mission appeals from Maine to Florida throughout the year until he suffered a stroke five years ago.

Looking back on his years on mission, Father Ed said, 'As far as I am concerned, everything, life experience, seminary, early assignments were prophetic preparation for the life in La Castellana, Negros Occidental. The most memorable time of my life'. (Fr Tim Mulroy, Regional Director)


US Naval chaplain with marines and sailors in Tikrit, Iraq




Sr Anna Tseng (28 November 2012)


Funeral Mass Reflection for Sister Anna Tseng was given by Sr Margaret Devine in St Columban’s Chapel, Silver Creek NY on Monday, 3 December 2012.

Today we are all here to celebrate Sister Anna’s very final transition to her Heavenly Home. Reflecting on her life, it seemed to me that she was faced with a whole series of transitions which she made with faith, generosity and gratitude in her own very unique journey back to the Father.

In response to Jesus’ call to leave all and follow Him, Anna’s first notable and rather dramatic transition was to leave her own country, the vast area of China to travel to the tiny country of Ireland, more than half way across the world. Looked at humanly, this was a wrenching experience, but seen with the eyes of faith, it was the journey of one who desired to give her life to God as a religious missionary and participate in Jesus’ Call to “Go teach all nations…"

Imagine how traumatic the change of language and culture must have been, in addition to the added challenge of learning to live the religious life! Although helped a lot by the Sisters she associated with, still, for Anna, it was a personal journey only she alone with God’s help could undertake.

After her years of formation in the novitiate, etc., she had more language study in Dublin. A very serious student, Anna lost no opportunity of learning new words and phrases in English, and her own language-mastery plan included an ever-present notebook to record the new words and which helped her keep better track of her progress.

Around this time, Anna was told she was about to have another change of location. This time she was being sent to the United States – to Chicago to study in Mundelein College. Arriving in the United States for college, Anna encountered still another challenging transition and another way of doing things.

In order to get her college degree and teaching credential, Anna worked really hard. This time also offered her an opportunity to develop her creative potential in the multi-faceted area of Art, and she thrived on this.

One of her greatest hopes was to share the art pieces with her mother some day when she’d get back to China. Unfortunately, word came soon afterwards of the unexpected death of her dear mother – - we can only imagine what effect that news had on her sensitive loving heart…

Time was passing and another transition loomed ahead. After college graduation Anna was sent to teach at Our Lady of Guadalupe School in Los Angeles. With her customary courage and endurance she forged ahead. Steps were taken to help her ease into this transition, which she was able to do with her characteristic energy and deep faith. In her own way she gave herself fully to the teaching task, as well as reaching out to the parents of the children. Her spontaneity and goodness shone through and she was loved at Guadalupe, where she spent wonderful years.

After retiring officially from the school she was invited to work as a part-time receptionist in St. Stephen’s multilingual Church. This afforded her an opportunity to work with Chinese people. Anna developed friends easily and quickly, and once again she saw a need to give more specialized help to some Chinese emigrants. In order to do this, she taught English, and later even added piano lessons to her schedule. Ever alert and aware, her resourcefulness was admirable.

Time was marching on and retirement came all too quickly. This presented her with an added difficulty: a change of location. Over the years Anna has been a wonderful companion on the journey of life. Her friendliness, helpfulness and cheerful humor enabled us to enjoy the ups and downs of community living. We all loved her and saw in her a woman of deep enduring faith and resiliency.

One Californian spoke about leaving his heart in San Francisco … Anna left hers – or a large part of it in Los Angeles! We missionaries face transitions and we leave bits of our heart in many places. The California sunshine had got into her bones, and now she and Ellen, whose retirement also became a reality at this time, had to negotiate coming to terms with moving to the East Coast.

As you know, the thought of change becomes even more challenging as one advances in years. Change of scene, the varied kinds of weather, rain and snow, was a new hurdle to cross. Fourteen years ago when Anna was assigned here to Silver Creek, the change seemed overwhelming initially. But there was “new life” here, too.

In a short time, Anna grew to love everything here in Silver Creek. She enriched the community with her presence. Although she came here to retire, the opportunity to outreach to the residents was a delight for someone who always wanted to be of service. Ever interested in physical exercise, she started a program for the residents.

One of the highlights of her day became distributing the mail. It was an informal opportunity to connect with her many friends.

One very big cross for Anna was Sister Ellen’s tragic death in a car accident. Deeply saddened by this, she experienced unspeakable grief which the Lord alone could comfort. This event, too, was a major and dramatic transition in her life.

As time went on, it became evident that Anna’s health was going down, and regretfully, age and illness limited her activity. This situation was a physically insurmountable obstacle for her, and very difficult to face. Each transition that Anna hitherto experienced was a carrier of grace for her. It was evident that “new life” came about through the process of a small “mini-death” of some kind. God was preparing her for the special and final transition.

We, Anna’s Columban Sisters, and friends must pause and try to imagine the wonderful welcome she has received and is receiving in heaven. Like St. Paul, she fought the good fight, finished the race, stayed the course and the crown of Glory awaits her. “Life for her is changed, not ended.” Yes, we will all meet again, where “eye has not seen, ear has not heard, nor has it entered the mind to know the great things God has prepared for those who love Him.”

Anna’s Final Transition is to be at Home with the Father whom we imagine saying,

“Well done, good and faithful servant. Enter into the Joy of the Lord.”


Source: http://www.columbansisters.org/funeral-mass-reflection-for-sister-anna-tseng-rip/




Fr Sean Rainey (16 November 2012)


Fr Sean Rainey
(1940 - 2012)

Father Sean was born in Derry, Northern Ireland, on 21 June 1940. He was educated at Newtowncunningham National (Primary) School, the Christian Brothers' School and St Columb's College,

Derry, before joining the Columbans in Navan in 1958. He was ordained on 21 December 1964 and assigned to Fiji.

He began his study of Hindi in India enroute to Fiji with a view to working with the Indian people who comprised nearly half the population in Fiji. He was stationed in Lautoka and Tamavua before he was began his Indian ministry in Sigatoka area.

After fifteen years in Fiji he was appointed to Ireland and given the role of coordinating the various Columban ministries in Ireland. He helped produce the award winning video Columban Mission Today which still stands as a record of the energy and vitality of mission at the time.

Father Sean left Ireland again in 1985 to join the new Columban mission to Pakistan and after studying Urdu in Lahore he worked in Hyderabad, Sindh, a city that was prone to much turmoil, ethnic violence and curfew. It was in May 1987 that he fell ill with a serious strain of viral hepatitis and was lucky to get to a Karachi hospital and survive.

As it turned out this was just the beginning of a long battle with serious illness that marked the rest of Father Sean’s life. It was never a battle just to get well again it was always to get up and get going, to continue or to develop a new outreach to people. Father Sean spent most of 1989 recovering from treatment of a brain tumor but still availed of a course of biblical studies in Jerusalem while waiting to return to Pakistan.

Back in Pakistan in 1992 he was able to combine a role in the Bishop’s house in Hydrabad with a chaplaincy to St. Elizabeth’s hospital.

In 2001 Father Sean joined the late Fr Pat McCaffrey in Bradford, England, in the Columba Community ministry and its efforts to build bridges between people of different faiths. He continued with his lifelong ministry of care and compassion until he had to return to the Columban Nursing Home in Ireland.

This was a difficult time as his illness progressed but it gave Father Sean’s family the opportunity to care for him and to support him with their great faith and love. It was something they had done for him all his life and surely was the source of his care and compassion for so many people across the world.

Father Sean died peacefully in Dalgan on 16 November 2012.

May he rest in peace

Editor's note. Father Sean was three years ahead of me in the seminary. We last met just over three years ago in Melbourne when I was doing some mission appeals there and he was on a visit to there and to Fiji, even though his health wasn't great at the time. Reading his obituary reminds me of the quiet dedication and missionary spirit of Father Sean.




Sr Mary David Mannion (8 November 2012)

Funeral Mass Homily for Sister Mary David Mannion was given by Fr James Ronayne, P.P., (of Clifden, Co Galway) in the Convent Chapel, St Columban’s, Magheramore, Wicklow on Saturday, 10 November 2012.

In 1975 my first assignment was to Inishere one of the three Aran Islands. My first trip to the neighouring island of Inis Meain was by currach to attend the traditional “stations” or house Mass (a revered custom on the island) in the home of Mairin Ni Dhomhnail. At the breakfast table in her cosy sitting room Maureen pointed to the mantelpiece which had an array of magnificently coloured dolls which would do justice to any Christmas shop.

She proceeded to relate to myself and my fellow priest at the table the extraordinary story of her own near death experience at the very complicated birth of one of her children which necessitated the sending for and subsequent arrival of the emergency flying squad from Galway Regional Hospital. Thankfully, the outcome of the emergency was a happy one. Maureen told us in her own words about this “Bean rialta, an t-Suir David” who saved her life and that of her baby. Sr Mary David was home on a two-year leave from Korea to do a course in Obstetrics. This was 1968. At that time Providence allowed that she was on duty that night and attended the emergency needs of Mairin Ni Dhomhnail and her child. The remarkable thing was that every years since then Sr Mary David would send a Korean toy to that new-born child. Now years later at a Station Mass in 1975, here they were on display on Mairin’s mantelpiece.

I could only bask happily in Maureen’s telling the story about “Bean rialta, an t-Suir David” and when she had finished telling her story I smiled and said that I too could fill a mantelpiece with all the birthday cards I received from Sr Mary David who was both my godmother and my cousin. It was one of life’s rare confluences of grace to be able to hear and tell about Sr Mary David on that night in Inis Meain. What struck me then and now was that Sr Mary David’s care wasn’t just in the moment, but enduring:

“As long as you did it to one of these the least of my brothers or sisters you did it to me”

I have never been to Korea, but I feel sure that there are many Inismean-experiences and many Maureen Ni Dhomhnails with a similar story. After long hours of working as a doctor in her clinic whether in Mokpo, Samchok or on the Island of Cheju Do, Sister David would make her way through villages carrying medicines for the poor. She was a brilliant doctor. She always put the patient first. She was sharp in her diagnosis, thorough in her treatment and always humble in her manner. She would often be heard be heard to say: “The Lord is at work here.”

“As long as you did it to one of these the least of my brothers or sisters you did it to me”

For us, her family and her cousins, Sr Mary David is our last link with all our parents. We have memories and stories to cherish of those earlier times when they would meet, in Patrick Kavanagh’s words “going to second Mass on a summer Sunday”, or ”on a fair day by accident after the bargains are all made.” The place of meeting was her home, Mannion’s Pub, or in its kitchen where they would meet, greet and share their lives. Those lives had an extraordinary work ethic, a loyalty and decency. It was here that that Sr Mary David was born Bridget Mary, and known affectionately to all in Milltown as well as to all her family as “Babs.” She grew up a very bright, attractive young woman and when she had just qualified as a doctor she decided to be a missionary in the spirit of St Columban. She became a wonderful missionary giving herself totally to the work of the Lord and totally to the Lord of the work. Today’s reading from Isaiah (41:28-31) describes so well the struggle of serving the Lord when it says: “Those who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength.”

Coming here to Magheramore for this final farewell to Sr Mary David, it was comforting to hear all the Sisters describe the peace she had in her final moments and indeed in her last weeks. It was a most extraordinary blessing because Sr David so desired such a grace and I believe her whole life was a very conscious preparation for this moment of blessed departure from this life. Such a happy death is so eloquently described by poet, priest and mystic, the late John Donohue:

“I pray that you will have the blessing
Of being consoled and sure about your death.
May you know in your soul
There is no need to be afraid.

When your time comes, may you have
Every blessing and strength you need.
May there be a beautiful welcome for you
In the home you are going to.

You are not going somewhere strange.
Merely back to the home you have never left.
May you live with compassion
And transfigure everything

Negative within and about you.
When you come to die
May it be after a long life.
May you be tranquil

Among those who care for you.
May your going be sheltered
And your welcome assured.
May your soul smile

In the embrace
Of your
Anam Cara.”

To the Sisters and Staff, whose lives were touched by Sr Mary David, I offer you condolences and I pay tribute to your wonderful care returned to her who had herself given so much.

“As long as you did it to one of these the least of my brothers or sisters you did it to me.”

So, farewell, Sr David, as you go home. We are also thinking today of Sr Mary Assunta Mannion and Sr Mary Stephen Mannion and all the other great foot soldiers who have fought the good fight and have finished the race.”

We pray for all of them and for Sr Mary David:

“Blessed are those who sleep in the Lord, now you can rest in peace for your good deeds go before you.”

An dheis De go raibh a hAnam usual*

*May her good soul rest in God’s right hand


Source: http://www.columbansisters.org/funeral-mass-homily-for-sister-mary-david-mannion-rip/


Memorial Mass For Fr Joseph Gallagher

By Fr Patrick J. Baker

‘He was . . . a perfect gentleman’. These words from the homily of Bishop Marlo M.

Fr Joe Gallagher
Fr Joseph Gallagher (1923 – 2013)

Peralta of Alaminos at a Memorial Mass for the late Fr Joseph Gallagher in Labrador, Pangasinan, echoed what everyone said about Father Joe at his funeral in Ireland, which your editor attended.

Fr Joseph Gallagher died in Ireland on 2 August at the age of 90. He had retired to Ireland in 2006, having spent 57 years in the Philippines, 22 of them in San Isidro Parish, Labrador, formerly part of the Archdiocese of Lingayen-Dagupan but since 1985 part of the Diocese of Alaminos, Pangasinan.

One of Father Joe’s greatest services to the parish was to establish a parish school in 1954, St Columban's School, which is still flourishing. It was originally a high school, but for some years now it has had a large elementary department.

Because he was so dearly loved and remembered in Labrador the community there organized a Memorial Mass for him, celebrated in the parish church on Sunday, 25 August. The idea of having a Mass was first floated by the very active Alumni Association of the school under the presidency of Dra Corazon Macaraeg. But the whole parish wanted to be involved, especially the Parents/Teachers Association, the school, and various parish organizations. It was very obviously a joyful community celebration.

The Columban Fathers and the Columban Sisters were invited to attend. Fr Dan O'Malley, Acting Regional Director at the time, arranged for a group to travel in the van of the Columban Lay Missionaries, with John Din, the coordinator in the Philippines, driving. Four other lay missionaries went along, Arlenne Villahermosa, Nani Mo'unga, Gertrudes Samson and Rosalia Basada. Nani had recently returned from a visit to her homeland, Tonga, while Gertrudes and Rosalia have since returned to Britain for a second term there. Regional Archivist Fr Pat Baker also joined the group.

On arrival in Labrador we were given a very warm welcome by the Sisters of St Joseph of Cluny who have been running St Columban's School since 1996. The Columban Sisters, who had been in charge of the school since 1960, left in 1995. Sr Priscilla (Pricy) George SJC is the present Directress of the school. Originally from India, she has been in the Philippines for eight years. She and her Community and staff provided the Columban visitors with a very substantial breakfast and filled us in on the details of the ceremony about to take place.

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Bishop Marlo M. Peralta of Alaminos graciously accepted the invitation to be the Main Celebrant for the 10:30 am Mass. Concelebrating with him were the present Parish Priest, Fr Mariolito S. Ferrer, and Fr Isidro R. Palina who had come all the way from Sts Peter and Paul Parish, Calasiao, Archdiocese of Lingayen-Dagupan, because Father Joe had given him a lot of support and encouragement while he was a seminarian. Fathers Dan and Pat also concelebrated.

It was obvious that a lot of preparation had been made for the Mass. There was a big tarpaulin in front of the altar with a photo of Father Joe and some details of his life. Mr Primitivo Rico, the first teacher hired by Father Joe in 1954, carried a large, framed photo of him in the Entrance Procession. The church was full. The Mass was a joyful Mass for the Dead, even though it was a Sunday, a celebration of Father Joe's long life and a prayer that he now enjoy eternal rest.

In his homily, Bishop Peralta explained that he was not yet Bishop of Alaminos when Father Joe left Labrador, but that he had met him once. He had made a special trip from Urdaneta Diocese, where he was the Vicar General, to meet him. He had heard what a wonderful priest he was. Father Joe made a lasting impression on him with his warm welcome, his openness, his kindness. The Bishop went on to elaborate on Father Joe's reputation for kindness and generosity towards all whom he met. He was a holy man who never seemed to get angry, a perfect gentleman, able to relate warmly to everyone in the parish, an inspiration to the Bishop and to many others.

Before the final blessing Mrs Lilia Ocampo gave a eulogy about Father Joe on behalf of the Alumni Association. She was a member of the very first graduating class of St Columban's School in 1958. Her sharing made it very clear what an impression Father Joe had made on the students in those early days, what an inspiration he was. The values that he instilled in the students and staff are still a feature of the school. The fact that the Alumni Association is still so active is a testimony of this.

Fr Dan O'Malley was then invited to say a few words on behalf of the Columbans. After thanking the organizers for the invitation and commending them on a very moving celebration, he mentioned that it was appropriate to include Sr Armada Martin SSC in the celebration. She was the last Columban Sister to be involved in the school when it was handed over in 1995. She died unexpectedly on 21 July in San Juan City, only 12 days before Father Joe.

After the Mass lunch was served, provided by generous parishioners and various organizations.

We Columbans came away with a great sense of pride in what Father Joe's presence had meant to the people of Labrador and also with a sense of challenge to try to imitate his kindness, his dedication and commitment to his ministry.

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Memorial Mass For Fr Timothy Leonard

By Fr Pat Baker

Fr Tim Leonard
Fr Timothy Leonard (1893 – 1929)

Fr Timothy Leonard was ordained in 1918 for the Diocese of Limerick, Ireland, and joined the newly-established Society of St Columban that year. He was in the first group of Columbans to be assigned to China in 1920. He worked with Columban Co-founder Fr Edward Galvin for four years in Hanyang where Fr Galvin became the first bishop in 1927. Then he was assigned to Ireland in 1924 for two years of mission appeal work. He became a well-known figure, riding his bicycle from parish to parish in all kinds of weather.

Father Tim returned to Hanyang in 1926 and in 1928 was a member of the first group of Columbans to go to Nancheng where Columban Fr Patrick Cleary became the first bishop in 1938. While saying Mass there on the morning of 17 July 1929 a group of Communist bandits stormed into the church and attacked Fr Leonard. His vestments were torn off him, the ciborium with consecrated hosts was snatched from his hands and the hosts scattered on the floor and trampled on.

Father Tim was a big, strong but normally gentle man. Seeing this terrible sacrilege, he upbraided the bandits. One of them smashed him in the mouth, then he was dragged bleeding outside. He was thrown to the ground and hacked to death. His head was nearly severed. He was the first Columban to be killed in China. His death was a terrible shock to all the Columbans in China and elsewhere, as well as to all the Chinese who knew him.

A cousin of the Columban priest, John Leonard, had details about Father Tim’s original burial place and wanted to arrange a more suitable place.

John had come to the Philippines in July this year to visit the graves of two Columbans on behalf of their families whom he knew in Ireland.  One was Fr John O'Brien, also from County Limerick, who died in a motorcycle accident in 1950, aged only 26 and who is buried in Olongapo City, and Fr Rufus Halley, murdered in 2001 in Lanao del Sur and buried in Cagayan de Oro City, Mindanao.

John Leonard alerted Fr Dan O'Malley, Acting Regional Director at the time and also from Limerick, that 17 July would be the 84th anniversary of the death of Father Tim. John said that he would like to attend the Community Mass on that day, if possible. He would be willing to share some background on Father Tim, his early days in Limerick and in China. John has gone to a lot of trouble to locate the original burial place and to have the remains transferred to a more suitable site with a Celtic cross and an engraved marble slab with details.

Because we had two students from China in our Formation House in Cubao, Quezon City, Father Dan suggested we might have the Mass there. It was arranged for 6:30 pm on Thursday 17 July.  Father Dan was the main celebrant, assisted by Fr Raymond Husband, Rector of Formation. The ten students were present, plus some Columban Missionaries and Columban Sisters. One of them, Sr Mary Ita O'Brien, is from Limerick.

John shared very eloquently about Father Tim. It was a moving experience for all present to feel such a close connection with this first Columban martyr and with the other Columban pioneers in China. It was good for the two Chinese students to hear this story as it helped them to understand why we still have such a passion for mission in China.
Much informal sharing took place during the dinner that was served by the Formation House staff after the Mass. Then we were shown a ten-minute DVD with some historical footage of the very early days in China. Father Tim appeared in one short clip, getting into a rickshaw.

 

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Reflection - Suicides in Japan and God's gentleness

By Fr Barry Cairns

Fr Barry Cairns from New Zealand has been a Columban missionary in Japan since 1956.  He offers us this reflection, written from the heart, on the tragedy of suicide and the closeness and gentleness of God.

I have just come from a very emotional funeral of a young girl of 18 who committed suicide. I write this after sharing with the distraught parents and realize that I too need to share with someone.

Both parents are indeed devastated. Their sorrow was not only the sadness and loneliness of loss, but also had a background of deep felt guilt.’

"Could we have prevented our daughter's death? Should we have listened more and been more supportive?’

I feel that these post-event questionings are in so many cases not valid. The parents are very human and did their best with someone already an adult.

I will explain how my personal spiritual life has been affected by suicides. I have come to believe more deeply in God's gentle understanding of the human heart and its frailty, and in his loving-kindness and acceptance. The word in Japanese for this attitude of God towards his frail children is ‘Itsukushimi’.

Sometimes a new and strange word helps to bring back meaning to a much used one. ‘Itsukushimi’ is used in the Japanese Bible and liturgy and is a word full of feeling, atmosphere and nuance. It is used to translate the Hebrew word ‘chesed’.

God's ‘Itsukushimi’ is a combination of gentleness, understanding, love, mercy, compassion, warmth and that wonderful ability to feel with a person. For me ‘Itsukushimi’ is the principle trait of Abba, my Father-God, to each of us, his very frail children. But rather than use words, ‘Itsukushimi’ is seen in the concrete in Jesus, who is divine love in a human heart. Jesus cried in front of the grave of his friend Lazarus. Jesus felt deeply with Lazarus's sisters, Martha and Mary, and cried with them.

Again Jesus reached out in gentleness to the grieving young widowed mother of Naim whose only child had died. Jesus felt with her. The Scriptures have an eternal present tense. We too today have a God who cries with us. That ‘Itsukushimi’

Year
Males
Females
AUSTRALIA
6
12.8
3.6
CHILE
7
18.2
4.2
CHINA (Selected rural & urban areas)
99
13
14.8
CHINA (Hong Kong SAR)
9
19
10.7
IRELAND
9
19
4.7
JAPAN
9
36.2
13.2
NEW ZEALAND
7
18.1
5.5
REPUBLIC OF KOREA
9
39.9
22.1
PERU
7
1.9
1
PHILIPPINES
93
2.5
1.7
UNITED KINGDOM
9
10.9
3
UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
5
17.7
4.5

Suicide rates per 100,000 by year and sex in some countries where Columbans work

Most recent year available; as of 2011 [Source: World Health Organization]

So it is, at funerals, especially of suicides, that I speak of God's understanding and gentleness. I believe myself and tell my people that God's ‘Itsukushimi’ is stronger than human frailty.
In one special case of a schoolteacher mother in her 50s where everyone knew she had taken her own life, I spoke on suicide itself. I borrowed words from the yearly article on suicide by Fr Ronald Rolheiser OMI available on the internet.Nowadays when someone dies of cancer it is publicly mentioned. It is recognized as a sickness which brings death.

So too is the very real sickness of depression which also sometimes brings death. Let us accept it as a sickness. Do not let us go into self-incrimination – ‘If only I did this’.

There are nearly 100 suicides a day in Japan. The sad rate for Australia is six per day and New Zealand has 547 suicides a year. In a Japanese Government report published in April 2012, 30% of Japanese in their 20s have seriously considered committing suicide. But 37% of the total suicides are men in their 60s.

Depression is given as the main cause of suicide including a relatively newly coined Japanese word ‘Karoshi’ which means fatigue from overwork resulting in death.

Debt is the second biggest cause due mainly from the easily borrowed but high interest system of the loan sharks. The recent increase of schoolchildren who have been bullied and committed suicide has received a high profile in the media.

These personal experiences and reports in the media make my mission in Japan more meaningful. The Nobel Laureate Kenzaburo Oe speaking of his own Japanese people has said in an interview: ‘We Japanese are a society that has lost hope’.  I consciously try to be Christ's instrument of hope.

At the funeral of a mother who took her own life amidst depression I spoke on God's tender loving kindness - Abba's ‘Itsukushimi’. The son who was an architect student designed his mother's grave stone. In the marble column was engraved deeply just one word, ‘Itsukushimi’.

May God's gentle compassion be engraved deeply in our hearts. Let us share God's ‘Itsukushimi’ with others.

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Suicides up in last 20 years in PH, mostly among young – NSO

 

 

Some Reflections on the Community at Mass

By Rowena D. Cuanico

The author, from Samar, is a former Columban Lay Missionary who served in Fiji and the Philippines. She is a frequent contributor to Misyon and other Columban magazines.


Weng with her Fijian friends

I often go to Mass at a chapel located in a shopping mall in an affluent part of town.

People are dressed nicely in fashionable clothes and shoes, carrying fashionable bags. They come mostly with their families. Some also come with their well-uniformed nannies and caregivers in tow.

Sometimes I would wonder why nannies and caregivers have to wear their uniforms. Is this to set their employers apart and bestow on them some status or prestige? Or is this to distinguish these nannies and caregivers from the rest of the congregation and assign them their place in society? I feel sad that even in a faith community where there should be ‘no more Gentile or Jew, servant or free, woman or man’, you can still identify their positions in society simply because of the uniforms some have to wear. I can't help but wonder,  is this how far we still are from the Kingdom of God whose dawning we have come to celebrate?

I often joke with friends that there are only a few 'natives' like me in the congregation. Of course the 'natives' would include the nannies and caregivers. Most members of the congregation are mestizo or mestiza, either Spanish or Chinese or of mixed heritage. You seldom hear Tagalog spoken. You often hear people talk in English. It is no surprise that the seven Masses on Sundays are all in English – not even one in Tagalog!


Weng during her CLM days

Most of the time I feel odd and strange. Only a road separates the place where I live from the condominiums and exclusive villages. But it is fascinating to recognize how much distance there is between ‘their’ world and mine. Indeed I can truly say that I live on the ‘other’ side. The road marks the great divide.

One recent Sunday, I was seated next to a seemingly nice lady in her early 60s. She came with her family. Her face looked serene and wasn’t heavily made up. She had a pair of diamond earrings and a diamond ring on her finger. The bag she was carrying was of an expensive brand. When seated she placed her bag on her lap. And then when we were singing the Our Father she had her arms outstretched – with the bag on one arm. I didn't know how heavy or light the bag was. But I did wonder  if this was about the bag and its contents or the person next to her - me?.

I really felt amused that even in that chapel, where people can see and observe each other, where there are security guards, ah - one can't put one's bag on the pew, even for the few moments it takes to sing the Our Father!

People seem to know each other. They must be neighbors in a condominium or village. They usually talk to each other before and after Mass. Yet in the two years that I have been attending the Eucharist there, nobody has ever spoken to me, except to ask if the seat next to mine is vacant or occupied. But I take comfort in the fact that they do turn their heads around and offer me their blessings of peace.

Why do I go there? It is convenient. It’s just about a ten-minute walk from the house. It is air-conditioned. I don't have to look for the pew nearest the electric fan or bring a fan!

The chapel is very quiet and the sound system very good. You can hear a lot of whispers before the Eucharist. But the chapel suddenly becomes quiet when the bell is rung to signal the beginning of Mass.

If the road is the great divide then the gadgets can be the greatest distractions. Before the Mass you can see them tinkering with these. Despite being reminded that cellular phones should be turned off or put into silent mode, there are still some ‘brave’ souls who defy the reminder.

Children are well-behaved. This can be explained, perhaps, by the fact that before Mass  there is an announcement asking parents to make sure their children are quiet and well-behaved. Most often when children start feeling restless or noisy, they are brought outside.

There are times when the choir is good. But I do appreciate the fact that they do join in the congregational singing!

And the most important reason I attend Mass there – the homilies are short and crisp. Most are less than ten minutes, which is a blessing and a relief!

In the nearly two years that I have been attending Mass there, I haven't heard any announcements about prayer meetings or about parish organizations, Couples for Christ, for example. I haven't heard any announcements about talks on issues of national significance. Not even about First Communion or Confirmation.

Ah - it 's nice to come here and not be bothered by other concerns. But I am proud to say that when there is a second collection, for example for catechetical programs of the parish where the mall is located or for relief operations, the people give generously. I seldom hear the sound of coins being put into the collection box. It's almost all bills.

When we pray the Our Father which thankfully is usually sung and in Filipino, I often wonder what does 'daily bread' truly mean and what does it signify for them and for me. Here's my thoughts on their 'daily bread ' and mine.

Theirs. Mine
Whole wheat  bread White bread
Rye bread Pandesal
Organic brown rice. White@37/kg
Muscovado. Brown sugar
Olive oil. Vegetable oil
Salmon fillet Salmon head
Lettuce. Kangkong
Chicken breast fillet. Wings
Cadbury Chocnut
Apple cider. Datu Puti
Branded Anything on sale

 

Amen.

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Christmas with a Purpose

By Richelle Verdeprado

The author, a social worker by profession and a campus journalist from elementary school through college, joined the editorial staff of Misyon in October. We have published a number of her articles in previous issues. She is from Himamaylan City, Negros Occidental.

Each year of my life I’ve celebrated Christmas in a different way. When I was still living with my family in our simple town, we used to celebrate Christmas with neighbors. We would share whatever we had with each other and would all end up having more than enough to eat for the celebration. In the eyes of the child like me that time, such a spirit of sharing made me wish for everyday to be like Christmas Day. That was a decade ago.


Richelle and her classmates in graduate school spending Christmas at Sagada, Mountain Province in the northern part of the Philippines

In 2011 I spent the Christmas Eve with the girls and Sisters in Holy Family Home, Pembo, Makati City. It was a night of prayers and laughter, a night of singing and hugging, merriment and reconciliation. For each girl in the home it was another night of being with a family, a family where they were being cared for and loved. By this time, I wasn’t a child anymore. But Christmas has its magical effect of bringing out in everyone the simplicity, innocence and joy of being a child once again. No matter where you are or who you are it just comes out naturally for you to be excited in giving and opening gifts, in putting up decorations in your house and in dancing to the beat of songs that we only hear when Christmas approaches.

While the celebration was going on, I suddenly thought about the Sisters. They had offered their lives for the mission. Being with the girls, seeing them grow in faith and making each day for them a day closer to their dreams being fulfilled has been the way of life of the Capuchin Tertiary Sisters of the Holy Family. Holy Family Home is a home of wonderful dreams and a home filled with love. More than any material thing that the Sisters have provided for the girls is the assurance of unconditional love for each of them. More than the diploma the girls could acquire is the Sisters’ deeper desire of educating them in wisdom that they can carry for a lifetime and of values that penetrate not only their own lives but also those who are significant to them and people around them.


The children and staff of one of the homes of Virlanie Foundation Inc. after attending a morning mass few days before Christmas

Through the years, people have come and gone, have entered and left the homes of the Sisters.But surely, each girl that they have welcomed is already part of their family forever. Such has made Holy Family Home a true home because the love that the Sisters have for the girls is something that will never be cut anymore. It goes on, and it grows for it is a kind of love coming from God. It transcends time, as though Christmas is really everyday.

Then came last year when I had a different taste of Christmas. I spent it in Sagada, Mountain Province, with nine other people. We were so diverse--- with four Muslims in our group. What made that Christmas different wasn't the spelunking experience in the Sumaguing cave or the hike towards the Hanging Coffin but the actual walk in cold streets on Christmas Eve. We were doing something we had never done before and it made us feel like children. Once more we were greeting strangers happily as we gave them our biggest smiles. Nobody knew us there so we could jump and run in as carefree manner as we wanted.


        Holy Family Home girls on their way to an Advent Concert together with the center's directress,
Sr Luz Maria Buitrago, TC

But this showed us another meaning of Christmas, perhaps a deeper meaning of Christ’s coming to Earth. It showed us that we are all brothers and sisters and all the other factors and factions should not make us different from one another. It was a new place for most of us but all of us felt at home. As we heard the sound of a gong while children danced around burning firewood, I thought of my little angels in Virlanie Foundation where I was working at the time. For sure, they were having a wonderful time too, together with the house parents who sacrificed spending Christmas with their own families to be with these children. Surely, it was all something done with love and because of that love, our souls will witness what faith and mission truly mean.

In my heart, I know that I will always be thankful to God for my little angels and the house parents in Virlanie Foundation, as well as for the Sisters and the girls in Holy Family Home, for those who have been in our neighborhood before and for those new faces in Sagada that we might never see again. They have all taught me that Christmas may come in many shapes, colors and forms, but in the end, these will all speak about our faith in that one special night that has given us Jesus. Then, because of that faith, we are moved into carrying out our purpose in life which is love in action, a purpose we recognize now as our mission.

A Nightmare

(My Sendong Experienced)
By: GINA BUENA L. MAGNO
July 12, 2012

It only took one night for our family to experience a tragic event. Sometimes such events paralyze us and leave us broken and fragile. Many were devastated by the tragic floods caused by Typhoon Sendong. Houses were washed away, lives lost. Thousands, including my family, were victims of the floods. We are all alive, my husband, my 17-year old twins, 25-year old son and me. This is our story.

16 December 2011, Dep.Ed Night . . . I was one of the awardees of the Search for the Ten Most Outstanding Public School Teachers in Iligan City. Though earlier in the night the rain was very heavy the Dep.Ed night celebration continued, the presentations were great, everybody was dancing and joyously exchanging pleasantries with one another. Me? As an awardee I felt proud as did my husband. After the awarding we immediately went home and arrived at our house at Orchid Homes Subdivision, Brgy. Santiago, Iligan City, at 9:20.

I noticed that the rain wasn’t too heavy but the wind was very strong. We went to sleep. I was awakened by the noise outside our house. As I went out to see what was going on I glanced at clock. It was 12:20 midnight, 17 December. I saw no one on the street, so I went back to our bedroom and lay down, but again heard noise all over the neighborhood and a siren. So I hurriedly stood up to check what the commotion all about.

I was shocked. Water was rushing in like a devil ready to take our lives. I called my husband and woke up our sons.  In just a few seconds the water was already at knee level. My mind was disturbed with many questions and thoughts. ‘What will I do? What will I do first? Can we be saved? Will we be saved? I have to be strong for my children .I should have presence of mind.’

I told myself, ‘Don’t panic! Everything will be OK’.

But it wasn’t OK. The water now reached my waist. Despite my desire to save important things I had no time to do so. We have to vacate the house because everything inside was already floating. I just grabbed my bag with my wallet inside, my cellphone and my glasses. My husband ordered us to settle in my neighbor’s house with a second floor. But it was 20 meters away and the current was very strong. We had no choice but to climb onto the roof of our own house. The water was still rising very fast and reached our roof. So we had to transfer to the higher roof of a neighbor’s house at the back, with my cousin’s family and two other neighbors, crawling because it was very slippery.
Then very big logs entered the picture, destroying and washing away some of the houses in the subdivision. I can still clearly remember neighbors shouting for help on rooftops when logs crashed into their houses. Then the cries for help just vanished. That was when I cried because I knew that my neighbors, my friends were gone. I could no longer heard their voices or the crying of the children.

Then a deep silence, with only the sound of logs crashing into houses to be heard. I thought it would also be the end of us.

My husband was trying to find a way for us to jump to the other side of the road. I gave instructions to my sons: ‘If mabungkag ning balay atong gitindugan (if our house is destroyed), save yourselves. Don’t think about me kay dako pa kaayo inyong chance mabuhi mo (because you have a better chance of surviving), I know ug unsa man gani mahitabo sa ako ug sa inyong Daddy dili jud mopasagdan sa inyong mga auntie (Whatever happens to me or Daddy, don’t neglect your aunties) both sides. Be good and responsible’.

The side story of this tragedy was that my then 16-year-old twins hadn’t been on good terms for four years, never speaking to each other, I’d tried so many times to patch up their differences but to my dismay nothing worked. So I just waited for the right time where they might be friends again and I never thought, even in my wildest dreams, that a destructive storm would be that right time. In the midst of our fear and anxiety they really showed how much they cared for each other by thinking about each other’s safety. I asked them, ‘Kinahanglan diay mahitabo ni aron magamigo mo ug balik?’ (Does it take something like this for you to be friends again?) And I added, ‘Whatever happens ug mamatay ko or kami sa inyong Daddy (If I or your Daddy and I die), don’t stop loving and caring for each other. You should draw from each other’s strength so that you will survive

Everybody was  praying so hard I even wanted to shout my prayers to make sure I could be heard by God. Thinking that night would be my end, I asked forgiveness for my sins and from those I had sinned against. And I forgave those who had caused me pain, heartaches and trouble. What I thought might be my last words were, ‘Thy will be done.

It seemed that we were just waiting for our deaths. At 2:00 to 3:00 in the morning of 17 December - I was constantly checking the time on my cellphone - the water was still rising but the current wasn’t so fast anymore. But we didn’t know when the water would subside. And if it didn’t we were trapped on the roof where the water was already at ankle level. My husband decided that we should cross to the other side of the road by the electric wire connecting posts. (Electricity had by then been totally shut off). But I strongly disagreed with him because I knew it wouldn’t work. I said to him, ‘Kung mangamatay man gani ta karon dinh dili na to tagbuon atong kamatayon, atong hulaton’ (If we die here nowlet’s not avoid it, let’s wait for it).
So we just stayed where we were and prayed, prayed and prayed because I strongly believed  at that time that the only weapon we had was to pray and trust in God and whatever plans He had for us.

And a miracle happened . . . at 4:30 the water started to subside slowly but surely. Praise God, He answered our prayers. All our family were alive, destined to live longer.

The  next thing I knew was that the  3-year-old daughter of my close friend and neighbor and the 31-year-old special child of another close friend and neighbor were missing. Their bodies were never found. So many bodies were found trapped in their houses, and others were drowned.

Our house was totally damaged, and everything in it, including appliances, destroyed, I had nothing left. Back to Zero. But still I have to be thankful that God gave us another chance to live. And most importantly, my twins are now friends, talking to each other sharing their  ideas. For me that was the best thing that happened toour family, because of the Typhoon Sendong tragedy.

Carols Echoing Angels’ Songs

Pope stresses importance of dialogue to Japanese students.
On 21 August Pope Francis met with 200 students and staff from Gauken Bunri Seibu Junior High School, Tokyo, Japan.

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Back from Fiji

Kurt Zion Pala is a Columban seminarian from Iligan City. Earlier this year he returned from his two-year First Mission Assignment (FMA) in Fiji. Here he is interviewed by Anne B.Gubuan, assistant editor of Misyon and Columban Mission.

What happens now after your FMA in Fiji?

I will continue my studies in theology another two years. (Editor’s note: these began last June.)Then I’ll be ordained deacon. Less than three years more. I’m getting nervous. I’m almost there. It’s more of an excitement, can’t wait to reach that stage already. Living in Fiji, I’ve seen my life as a missionary priest. That’s where my choices were affirmed.
It was tough but I was happy. Life on the missions is full of challenges that you will not really experience if you are in your own place.

Members of the traditional Indian Mandali Catholic prayer group of which Kurt is also a member.

At first I thought I was ready for the missions. I had my spiritual year, then philosophy, then theology,not to mention all the exposure trips and the experience of being immersed in different pastoral situations. I tried ‘nibbling’ at it all in to nourish me and prepare me for the journey ahead. But right now, I can really say that nothing will prepare you for missionary life.

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My Life In Arko Punla Community

By Vera Santos

On 13 April Gaudencio Cardinal Rosales, retired Archbishop of Manila, was the main celebrant at a Mass to celebrate the 25th anniversary of the founding of Punla, the only L’Arche community in the Philippines. It is located in Cainta, Rizal.’L’Arche’ is the French for ‘The Ark’, a name derived from Noah’s Ark. L’Arche Philippines is known as Ang Arko ng Pilipinas.


Lala and Hachi


Over the years a number of Columban seminarians have done pastoral work in Punla.

In this article Vera Santos tells us how her ten years of involvement with AngArko has blessed her.

‘Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and God of all encouragement,who encourages us in our every affliction, so that we may be able to encourage those who are in any affliction with the encouragement with which we ourselves are encouraged by God’ (2 Corinthians 1:3-4, New American Bible Revised Edition).

For the past ten years that I have been a friend and now a volunteer in the Punla Community, I’ve come to realize that one of the most joyful discoveries in my encounter with the Core Members is that in recognizing, affirming and comforting them, I find myself being recognized, affirmed and comforted as well. Let me recount my experiences with Raymond, Jordan, John Paul, Mariflor, Rea, Lala and Benito and why I find peace, joy and comfort when I am in Arko:

 

Ang Arko ng Pilipinas – Special Friends

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Responsible Stewardship in Mission

By Sr Alicia Alambra FMM

Sister Alicia is a Franciscan Missionary of Mary from the Philippines. She has written before for Misyon, from Bolivia and from the USA. She is currently working in the Archdiocese of Chicago. The missionary work of the Church could not continue without the service of those who spend much of their time in front of a computer ensuring that financial resources are properly used.

‘Build a community of administrative andfinancial leadersin support of pastoral practice to achievethe mission of the Church.’


Sister Alicia in her office in St Donatus Parish as Business Manager

This is the goal of our work as Business Managers OF the parishes in the Archdiocese of Chicago.

Our Parish

I working ina parish, St Donatus, Blue Island, Illinois, founded by the Comboni Missionaries in 1909,.that includes few skilled but many unskilled workers, some of them migrants. The former residents were Italian who in recent years left the parish and went west of Chicago. Now about 90 percent of the populace are from Mexico and Guatemala.

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Death Anniversary of Fr Douglas

Shaken and Stirred

By Fr Pat O’Shea

Fr Francis Vernon Douglas
Fr Francis Vernon Douglas

The 70th anniversary of the death of Columban Fr Francis Vernon Douglas, a New Zealander, was observed on 27 July this year. He was last seen alive in Paete, Rizal, Philippines, on that date in 1943 when Japanese soldiers took him away in a truck after days of torturing him. Fr Pat O’Shea, an Irish Columban who worked in Mindanao in the 1970s, writes here about an event in the Archdiocese of Wellington, for which Fr Douglas was ordained before becoming a Columban, to mark the anniversary.

On 21 July Wellington experienced two strong earthquakes, the first about 7.17am and the second, measured at 6.5, at just after 5pm. Thankfully, there was little structural damage and no serious injuries but many people were badly shaken by the experience.

Here was a strong and brave man

By Fr John Keenan


Fr Francis Vernon Douglas

ColumbanFr John Keenan first came to the Philippines in 1966 and is currently chaplain at Centro Escolar University, Manila. We are republishing this article, which first appeared in Misyon in the January-February 2001 issue, in conjunction with Fr Pat O’Shea’s article Shaken and Stirred in this issue.

As a new century and a new millennium begins, Pope John Paul II is anxious that the lives and deaths of those who suffered and died heroically in the service of others be recorded and documented. The sufferings and death of Fr Francis Vernon Douglas at the hands of the Japanese Military Police in the Philippines during World War II is one story that must not be forgotten. Fr John Keenan tells us about it.

 

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The way we were – home to roost

 


Father Patrick Claver Hickey 20 April 1930 - 1 August 2013

Fr Patrick Hickey died in Australia on 1 August 2013. This article, which shows a lighter though very practical side of missionary life, first appeared in The FarEast, the magazine of the Columbans in Australia and New Zealand, in October 1967 and was posted on the website of the Columbans there in 2009.

Certainly I had no intention of raising chickens. I am no chicken farmer. But what could I do?

The pullet arrived, a gift from a family in the parish. Having no chicken coop, I adopted the practice, followed locally with fighting cocks, of tying one end of a piece of string to the bird and the other to a stake in the ground. At night she was locked in the shed.

After two days of this, our pullet learned where home was and we turned her loose. Each afternoon she returned, promptly at five, stopping by the door of the presbytery for a few minutes until she was noticed, then waiting in the shed for her supper.

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Fatima’s Story

By Fatima de Castro

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fatima comes to the Mission Office in Manila to do volunteer work. She is the eldest of five siblings. Her father is a seafarer and her mother a housewife.

I’m Ma. Fatima de Castro, a Fourth Year college student at St Paul University, Manila. We have a way of life that’s austere and humble. Let me begin my story involvinga friend named Mike. He used to go to this place overlooking Teresa, Rizal, four hours from Manila. There he met an old lady he calls ‘Nanay’ who sellscoffee, snacks and cigarettes to passersby, especially truck drivers who deliver vegetables and meat downtown. She lives in a small crowded spot beside the highway. She never has a long sleep because she’s watching out for customers that might come and buy.

I went to this place with Mike to relax, enjoy the view of the sunset and of Laguna de Bay and also meet Nanay. The first time I saw her, I felt sad and pitied her because she was on her own. Her husband is always drunk and she can’t depend on him. They have no electricity so theydepend only on a lamp. No gas stove, just a grill. Mike gave her a cellphone with a load so that the three of us could keep in touch.

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Christmas in Another Home

By Clarace J. Galeno

The author works at Riyadh, Saudi Arabia as a nurse. She grew up in the parish of Holy Family, in Bacolod City which was run by the Columbans before. Clarace used to be an active member of the Legion of Mary while she was still here. Here she shares her longing for Christmas at home and how she tries to celebrate it in a country that doesn’t believe in it.


Clarace with colleagues as they try to celebrate Christmas in their workplace.

One of the sure ways to uplift a Filipino spirit is to have a thought of Christmas. It is always a positive memory that we all hold dear in our hearts. Mine is no difference, having grown up in a close family that keeps Christmas tradition faithfully. It always brings a smile recalling those 9 morning masses preceding Christmas -It brings a smile to see the Christmas lights in each home, the decors, gifts, and lovely Christmas carols, and the spirit of faith, hope and love that it all evokes. Those were such happy memories to start. Yet, changes do occur.

In 2007, I started working as a nurse at the Emergency Department in one of the hospitals in Riyadh. December is wintertime in the city but I never expected it to be that cold. I thought Riyadh is a desert country and so it would always be scorching with dry heat.

Winter then was the busiest time in Pediatric Emergency. Most children who were brought in were suffering from various respiratory problems. It was Christmas Eve but I had to work for a night shift duty. Of course, it is not always a happy disposition to work during such time when every Christian would want to spend it with their love ones together instead. The call of duty demanded me to be in the hospital and to do the job. It was really a chaotic night with all those different cases to attend to that I had forgotten that it was already midnight. It was Christmas!

We paused for a while too, greeted one another and shared food. We celebrated in the workplace.

As the days passed by, things have become a routine that our daily encounters seemed to lose sparkle. In an area where stress is part of the job, it became normal to be cynical with all the happenings. It is said that we can see Christ in every person. But personally, it is quite difficult to be confronted daily with a culture so unlike from what I used to. And to see Christ in them? It is a challenge that I posted to myself. It somehow got me through to stay in perspective in dealing with other people. However I could say Divine Providence is more sustaining. By myself I can easily turn negative but the God of Love brings people even the irritating patient or colleague and unfavorable circumstances into an opportunity for growth.


Celebrating Christmas at home

In every decision being made in the workplace, there are a lot of things to consider. Yet above all, it is for the sake of our patients– persons made in the image and likeness of God deserving dignity and care. The idea of being far from home makes me hold on to my roots. The ingrained Filipino Christian value of patience is really tested in instances of petty encounters in an emergency scene. I may complain every once in a while but Jesus never did. I am blessed with good health and the opportunity to work and bless others with what I am doing is something worth thanking for. Being far from home makes me hang on to my faith, to the promise of Christmas that Christ Jesus brings salvation to all of us. It is making me reflect on to the message of Benedict XVI at the Catholic University of the Sacred Heart, Rome on May 3, 2012. He said, “A place in which the relationship of treatment is not a profession out a mission; where the charity of the Good Samaritan is the first seat of learning and the face of suffering man is Christ’s own Face."

A Blessed Christmas to each one of us!!!


Death is stark for the poor

By Sr Mary Dillon SSC

The author is a Columban Sister from Ireland. She has been in the Diocese of Myitkyina, Kachin State, Myanmar (Burma) since 2002. She has developed a home care health program for people with HIV/AIDS and established a respite house, Home of Hope, to enable people from distant places to avail of medical care. Here she reflects on her experience of burials in Myanmar.

I was shocked when I read about the costs of funerals in Ireland. An exorbitant sum was quoted, several thousand euro (€1.00 = PHP58.00), even for a simple, ‘no frills’ burial. Many people it seems spend a long time paying off the debt. Others talked of the cost of a grave, the advantages of cremation, the necessity of a wake or a meal after the burial, and so on. It was all very sobering.

What a contrast to my experience of burials in Myitkyina, Myanmar! For the past nine years here in Myanmar I have been working with the very poor.

In the last year we buried approximately 48 patients from the 30-bed Home of Hope where I am. Most of these, men and women, died of AIDS. The majority had no one to mourn them, no family to grieve at their going.

Some left small children behind them with no one to care for them. All of them had sad stories, sometimes almost unbearable, as they struggled with the disease, especially in their final weeks.

Six years ago we built this Home of Hope, with the help of many benefactors in different countries. Even if I say it myself, it is a lovely place, simple but well-structured, a light-filled space.

We wanted to give the best to the poor who suffer so much in their lives, struggling to eke an existence in a country that is so rich in natural resources, resources to which they have no access.

If the sick come in time, even though they have AIDS, they make a good recovery with the help of retro-viral drugs, good, nourishing food and care. Never fully healed, they are nevertheless able to go back to their families with new hope. Many of them live hundreds of kilometers from the Home of Hope so it is a great day when they set out on their journey back.

Over the years, because of the many deaths here, I have learnt a lot about the local burial customs here. First of all, I always have a good supply of wood at hand. When someone dies I tell our handyman, Bwak Naw; he looks at the body, and quickly fashions a simple coffin from plywood boards. The body is then brought in a three-wheeled pedicab (trisikad) to the temple.

After the temple prayers, the coffin is brought to the graveside, accompanied by the relatives (if any are present) and some of the patients. I always go with them. The group are met by the graveyard master before whom the coffin is swung gently to signify submission of the dead person to him. It is then placed on bamboo poles over the grave and the graveyard master walks around it, bending to make chopping movements signifying the severance of the dead from all earthly ties.

The relatives may then sweep a towel over the corpse to gather his/her spirit to take back with them to the home place. When the body is put in the grave the mourners talk to it, telling their relative that he/she is now in a good place with lovely scenery, beautiful trees, rivers and lakes. The earth is then put in. A cross with the name and date of death is placed over every grave, regardless of the religion of the dead person.

After the burial all come back to the Home where, after washing our hands, we partake of coffee and bread. Then the relatives, if any, go back home, often a long journey.
There have been some heartbreaking cases where the only relative is a child. Before I left we had a 38-year-old mother of five children who made a nine-hour train journey to

reach us. Her husband had already died from AIDS. Her eldest daughter, 13-year-old Bwak Ja, traveled  with her, leaving the other children at home. Not one of them had ever been to school. The woman was seriously ill and sadly she died after surgery.Alone now, her destitute daughter stood in the Temple as the monks chanted. She stood at the graveside as her mother was put into the grave and wept as the final shovel of earth fell. She had no one at all, no relative, no friend at this terrible time. We took her back to the Home where she stayed for a few days and then I helped her to face her long journey home to join her four orphaned siblings. What future does this child face?

Death is very stark for the poor here in Myitkyina. They have little time to mourn; they must return straight away to eke out a living for their family. You feel their pain, you know their grief, but you know they will get on with life, however wretched their situation.

Survival is the goal. How much does a funeral cost here in Myitkyina? About €100 (PHP5,800). Nobody saves for their burial; somehow it all works out.

Fond Memories Bring the Light

By Fr Niall O’Brien

This article was written by the late Fr Niall O’Brien, founding editor of Misyon  for The Visayan Daily Star, a daily newspaper published in Bacolod City, where he had a weekly column. Father Niall died on 27 April 2004.

‘Fond memories bring the light of other days around me.’ So go the words of a 19th century Irish melody by Thomas Moore. That’s the way I feel when I remember Christmas as a child.

In my family there were strictly no presents given throughout the year, except birthdays and Christmas but particularly Christmas. I had many maiden aunts and bachelor uncles and they added their presents to those of Santa Claus so there was quite a pile waiting for us we new awoke at dawn on Christmas morning.

I recall not being able to sleep with the excitement. My parents could hardly go to bed at midnight before we would wake up. They used to leave three wineglasses and a tiny trace of sherry in the bottom of each glass to show that they had had a drink personally with Santa Claus. That third glass was proof that he had been there and it certainly convinced us.

I recall skating on the road outside our house at 2:30 am on my new roller skates on Christmas morning. I wonder what the tired neighbors thought because roller skates in those days were metal and made a terrible noise.

Then there was the Mass at 6:00 am. Now that sounds very normal in the Philippines but in Dublin 6:00 am in mid-winter is ‘black midnight. You see we had no Midnight Mass in Dublin because the Archbishop was afraid of drunken revelers wandering in and causing havoc and his fears were not unfounded. Anyway 6:00 am in December in Ireland is the middle of the night. Pitch dark except for candles lit in the windows of some houses to guide Mary and Joseph on their way. I wonder does that custom still exist?

Anyway, during the night my father put together an ingenious crib with a star lit secretly by a battery from behind. In our family we never anticipated anything. The crib could only be put up the night before the 25th. Even the Christmas tree could not really be decorated till Christmas Eve. We had old decorations going back to sometime before the late 1940s in Dublin. These were precious relics from a mythical time before the War, when things were said to have been wonderful.

Of course in Ireland our Christmas breakfast was porridge and cream – the porridge cooked during the night – and bacon and eggs and black pudding. (Editor’s note: This is similar to dinuguan but in the form of a large sausage that is sliced and then fried or grilled). In our family we had coffee, not tea, on Christmas morning and my mother ground the beans in an old grinder and the aroma wafted through the house. Then ‘all hands on deck’ to help prepare the Christmas midday dinner. That was the meal of the year.

The centerpiece, of course, was the roast turkey with roast potatoes around it. But there were other things. Ham was de rigeur and in our family we used to have creamed celery for some reason or other that I don’t know. The dessert of course was plum pudding, heavy enough to sink a ship. I am not surprised that nowadays when people bring plum pudding at Christmas through airports they set off the alarms because the sensors thinks that the plum pudding is the explosive semtex. They both have the same density! After lunch you had time to lie around and examine your presents and maybe do a jigsaw together with some member of the family who had got it as a present.

The evening meal was when we opened our presents to each other. My father used to exasperate us all because he would insist on opening the knots with his fingers, never cutting them, and folding the Christmas wrapping paper meticulously before he eventually looked at the present and gave a quiet comment. Not so my mother who attacked hers with zest and gave a cry of joy. ‘That was very thoughtful of you. That was just what I wanted!’

After the evening meal we would sit around the open fire. Alas, open fires are mainly a thing of the past now; central heating has taken their place. The fireplace forms such an intimate focus in the family. You could be lost in your new book but you knew the others were right beside you. In our house we finished the night with the family rosary. For me Christmas day would be ruined if there was the slightest tiff or misunderstanding among us brothers and sister to overshadow the day. I always wanted that day to be perfect. To this day my vision of happiness is still that sense of contentment around the fire in the evening in the heart of the family.

Then came the time when my brother and I, under pressure from our peers, began to doubt the reality of Santa Claus. We decided to confront my mother one lunchtime before we sat down to leat. ‘Mum, is there really a Santa Claus?] We waited expectantly. Considering she had no warning of such a momentous question, she didn’t do too badly. ‘Yes,; she said, ‘there is. But God has made your parents to be Santa Claus’.

When I went to the seminary I had to miss the family Christmas for the first time. That was a Rubicon. I suppose we cannot cling to childhood but the memories are stored away somewhere building up our inner spirit. Today I think how right it was that the mystery of God’s bursting into this world should have been such a day of joy.

Christmas really is a festival for children. Our age has not dealt kindly with children. This Christmas there will be many children in Zambia, the Philippines and East Timor alone, parentless, living in the streets. No parents to be Santa Claus to them.

Christ has given that task to us.


Father Niall refers in his article to a line in a song, Oft, in the Stilly Night, by Thomas Moore (1779 – 1852).  The recording by Irish tenor John McCormack (1884 – 1945) is the version that he would have been most familiar with.

Oft, in the stilly night by Thomas Moore

Oft, in the stilly night, 
Ere slumber's chain has bound me,
Fond memory brings the light
Of other days around me;
The smiles, the tears,
Of boyhood's years,
The words of love then spoken;
The eyes that shone,
Now dimm'd and gone,
The cheerful hearts now broken!
Thus, in the stilly night,
Ere slumber's chain hath bound me,
Sad memory brings the light
Of other days around me.

When I remember all
The friends, so link'd together,
I've seen around me fall,
Like leaves in wintry weather;
I feel like one
Who treads alone
Some banquet-hall deserted,
Whose lights are fled,
Whose garlands dead,
And all but he departed!
Thus, in the stilly night,
Ere slumber's chain has bound me,
Sad memory brings the light
Of other days around me. 

World AIDS Day 2013

This year World AIDS Day is observed on 1 December. Here we feature three Columban missionaries working with persons affected by AIDS/HIV, Sr Mary Dillon, an Irish Columban Sister in Myanmar, Jhoanna Resari from the Philippines and Kim Jung-Woong (Bosco) from Korea, two Columban Lay Missionaries in Taiwan.

‘AIDS’ Angels

by Sr Mary Dillon SSC

Columban Sr Mary Dillon has been in Burma (now Myanmar) since 2002. Here she tells us about her work with HIV/AIDS patients at the Hope Centre, a respite house that she established to enable people from distant places to avail of medical care. Sister Mary has also developed a home care health program for people with HIV/AIDS. She relates her work to the gospel story of Lazarus.

Last year in Myitkyina, Myanmar, I met a Lazarus, a young man with AIDS, thrown out of the family home, abandoned by all and living in a small hut nearby. No one spoke to him. No one visited him. His brother would push in a plate of food to him once a day without saying a word.

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Sr Mary Dillon at the Hope Centre

When I saw him, I could only think of Lazarus at the gate, the searing parable Jesus told the Pharisees in St Luke’s gospel (Lk 16:219-31). He spoke of a poor man lying at the gate of a rich man’s house, covered with sores which the dogs licked.

I found out that his name was Du Hkawng. He was a small man in his early 30s, unmarried and belonging to a fairly well-off family. He had taken anti-retroviral drugs for a while but decided to do without them and gradually his immune system broke down. Unable to walk or sit up, he lay day after day under a piece of tarpaulin, unwashed, incontinent, stinking. It was in this miserable state that I found him, this poor modern-day Lazarus.

Solidarity with people living with and affected by HIV/AIDS

By Jhoanna Resari and Kim Jung-Woong (Bosco)

The authors are two Columban Lay Missionaries working in Taiwan. Jhoanna, ‘Jao’ to her friends, is from San Mateo, Rizal, Jung-Woong is from the Republic of Korea.

Jhoanna Resari

I was 26 when I first arrived in Taiwan, a little apprehensive about how I might cope with all that would be so different from what I had grown up with in the Philippines, my home country. Even while I was in college I was interested in reaching out to others and doing something worthwhile with my life, but I did not know quite what that might mean in practical terms. One Sunday on my way to Mass I saw a big banner outside the church announcing, ‘Columban Lay Mission’. I realized immediately that as a lay person I could also be a missionary, but when I phoned the Columban contact person and answered her questions about my age, studies and work experience I was advised to get a job and come back in three years.

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Nicole Yang, founder of Harmony Home Association, Taiwan

I found a job and continued discerning. I worked as a graphic artist and in my free time did volunteer work in emergency relief and community outreach, all of which seemed close to my idea of mission work. I thought that if I liked this then I’d probably like mission work.

Kim Jung-Woong, Bosco

Before joining the Columban Lay Mission program I had a varied experience of life. Among other things, I worked for eight years in a hotel chain in Seoul, Korea, as a room sales manager. For three years I wandered around Australia and New Zealand working and learning English.

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Ji-Young (Tina) and her husband Jung-Woong (Bosco)

During the Columban Lay Mission orientation period in Seoul I visited Columban Sisters who were running a shelter for HIV/AIDS patients. Even though I was afraid when I shook hands with patients, I was moved and wanted to overcome this fear. Later, in Taiwan, I chose to work at Harmony Home with people living with and affected by HIV/AIDS.