
Though I’ve been in the Philippines for more than 37 years, longer than most Filipinos, I am not a Filipino nor can I ever be, even if I acquire citizenship. Filipinos whom I knew as children in Mindanao are now citizens of Ireland, my native country. Indeed, they have more rights there than I have. Though I’ve been a permanent resident here for 32 years I cannot vote, whereas my former parishioners in Ireland with the same status can vote and run for office in the local elections we hold every five years. Those who are citizens and living there can vote in all elections and even run for President, whereas I can’t.
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By Fr Leo Donnelly
A little girl with her small brother strapped on her back gives us a glimpse of life in the mountains of Peru, especially for children. For me it stirred lots of memories, mostly good, but also some sad ones. The little girl stands on a rise in the village of Huacuas overlooking Cotosh in the Andes Mountains. It’s a half-hour drive just to get down to the Cotosh school, but the locals go down the hill on foot in 15 minutes. Cotosh was as far as we could travel in a jeep from the parish centre in Huasahuasi. |
By Marife Padao
There I met religious people - priests, nuns, lay missionaries and seminarians. Gradually I learned to love my work and enjoy it. I forgot the purpose and the pursuit of my dream of working in a hospital abroad. |
By Corazon Mendoza
Simple and clear explanation of the purpose
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By Gelkoff Calmerin
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| By Father Gary Walker Holy Family Home is across between a boarding school and a refuge, It is a safe haven of brightly colored walls, plants and peacefulness on the outskirts of Bacolod, a city on the sugar-rich island of Negros in the Philippines. The 40 or so girls who live there and the 15 or so college students who live in a house near the city center are from poor families who cannot afford to educate their daughters or from families in which the girls could be at risk if they were living at home.
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