Risking her Life for Another A Guileless Man My 40 Years in Latin
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Risking her Life for Another A Guileless Man My 40 Years in Latin
MAGAZINE OF THE COLUMBAN MISSIONARIES MAY/JUNE 2016 Risking her Life for Another The story of a young Pakistani girl’s accident and a Columban’s role in her recovery. A Guileless Man A homeless Japanese man struggles to find a purpose in life. My 40 Years in Latin America A Columban writes of 40 years in ministry in three different countries of Latin America. CONTENTS PANORAMA Panorama 06 08 12 14 16 05. We Are Worthwhile Fr Keith Gorman concludes that we are all worthwhile, especially the elderly, because we are all children of God. 06. Risking her Life for Another Fr Dan O’Connor writes of a young girl’s accident in Pakistan and of his involvement in her recovery. 08. A Guileless Man Fr Joe Brooder writes from Japan of a homeless man, Tanaka Kun, and of his struggle to find a purpose in life. 2 –– FAR EAST He broke with the Sandinistas in 1990, when the Government of Daniel Ortega lost the election to a coalition of small parties, precipitating corruption and power struggles among the Sandinistas. He resigned for the same reason that he had joined the party more than 15 years earlier, his concern for the poor. He later published Faith and Joy, a first-person account of what revolutionary change in the Church meant to the poor. The book is the first-hand witness of a holy man to his struggle to be faithful to the Gospel’s call to care for the poor. 10 10. Breaking the Bonds of Poverty Sr Young Mi Choi describes a number of projects set up to help educate the migrant population in the foothills of the Andes in Lima. 12. Abuse at the Karaoke Bar Fr Peter O’Neill shares the story of one of the victims he has met through his work in Taiwan. 14. Meat and the Environment Fr Seán McDonagh raises questions about the Jesuit Who Served the Poor Fr Fernando Cardenal SJ died at the end of February. Some may remember the days of the Sandinista Revolution in Nicaragua, (1978-’79) and the names of Miguel D’Escoto, Ernesto Cardenal and Fernando Cardenal. Three priests, the first a Maryknoller, the other two, Jesuits, accepted positions in the Sandinista Government. Rome was less than enthusiastic at the idea of ordained priests serving in a Marxist-socialist administration. Fernando became director of the literacy crusade and later minister of education in the post-revolutionary government of the 1980s. He was eventually forced by Pope John Paul II to leave the Society of Jesus. However, he continued to live in the community and later became the first person to be readmitted to vows in the Jesuit order after having been dismissed. - Mirada Global consequences of our meateating diet for the environment. 16. My 40 Years in Latin America An interview with Fr Donald Hornsey, who has spent over 40 years in three different countries of Latin America. 18.Obituaries 19.Reflections 20. Saints for our Times 21. Stories from the Bible 22. Children’s Section Outrageous Inequality Pope Francis, in a message to the World Economic Forum held in Davos, denounced in the strongest terms the growing poverty and ever-increasing inequality in our world today. Underlining the same theme, Oxfam International recently published a report entitled An Economy at the Service of the 1%. The report claimed that the wealthiest 62 persons in the world now own as much as all the poorest half of the world combined. Since 2010, the poorest half of the world has seen its wealth reduced by a billion dollars (41%) while the 62 ‘superrich’ have increased their wealth by half a billion dollars. economic system whose structures and rules are designed to benefit those who have most. The Executive Director of Oxfam International says, “We cannot continue to permit that hundreds of millions of people suffer hunger, while the economic elite absorb the resources that could help these people to escape from this situation.” Today, one in every nine people is hungry, and one billion people survive on less than $1.25 a day. - Misioneros Tercer Milenio. Islam Encounters Modernity How does Islam fare by the criterion of religious freedom? The full picture is quite complex. Judged by the data found in the widely-cited 2009 report of the Pew Forum on Religion and Public Life, Global Restrictions on Religion, of roughly 47 Muslim-majority countries, 12, or just over one-fourth, are ranked ‘low’ on a Government Restrictions Index - meaning that they are the most religiously free. Though a minority, they are too numerous to be dismissed as anomalies. Furthermore, in many of the 35 Muslim-majority countries that are less than fully free, Islam is not the source of the curtailment of religious freedom. While 21 of these countries are governed by Shariah Law, another 14 are “secular repressive”, which means that the regime controls Islam in order to further a Western ideology of modernization .... Partisans of religious freedom ought to acknowledge the forces for freedom that exist in Islam, but also remain firm in their hope that these forces will broaden their influence. Fernando Cardenal SJ. “ He resigned for the same reason that he had joined the party more than 15 years earlier, his concern for the poor. ” After all, the Church came round to religious freedom quite late in history, at the II Vatican Council. In order to arrive at the “Declaration on Religious Liberty”, the Church had to leave behind the ideal of medieval Christendom, where Church and State worked in close partnership. Heresy in that milieu was not merely sin but also an act of sedition. Similarly in Islam’s early history a doctrine of “Islamdom” came to prevail. Muslim thought may broaden in the future, as happened in the Church. - America What is worse, this inequality is growing year by year. We are supporting an MAY/JUNE 2016 –– 3 The Far East: Published seven times yearly by the Missionary Society of St Columban (Maynooth Mission to China). Its purpose: To promote an awareness of the missionary dimension of the Church among readers; report on the work of Columban priests, Sisters and lay missionaries; seek spiritual and material support for missionaries. Subscription: €10/£8Stg yearly through a promoter. €15/£12Stg by post to individuals. Editor: Cyril Lovett SSC [email protected] Assistant Editor: Sr Redempta Twomey Layout & Editorial Assistant: Breda Rogers Manager: Noel Daly SSC Original Design: Tanika, Dublin Printers: Boylan Print, Drogheda Columban Websites News, reports, reflections etc. www.columban.com www.columbansisters.org Missionary Society of St Columban Dalgan Park, Navan, Co. Meath, C15 H5NA. Tel: (046) 9021525 Columban Sisters Magheramore, Co. Wicklow, A67 HY02. Tel: (0404) 67348 Cover: 17-year-old Poni from Pakistan risked her life for her younger sister. Picture shows Poni and her little sister Rebeka with Fr Dan O’Connor (c.f. pp. 6-7) 4 –– FAR EAST EDITORIAL AUSTRALIA Mercy: God’s Identity Card We Are Worthwhile E ver since he became Pope, Francis has made the mercy of God one of his key themes. In his latest book, The Name of God is Mercy (Bluebird Books for Life, 2016) he answers questions from the veteran Vatican reporter Andrea Tornielli on this same theme. The book is short, barely 100 pages, and Pope Francis speaks simply, illustrating his points from a variety of Gospel stories, and from incidents in his own life both as a penitent and a confessor. The book is full of short, memorable quotes like, “Mercy is God’s identity card”(p.7). Of our own times he writes, “We lack the actual concrete experience of mercy. This is also the fragility of the time in which we live believing that there is no chance of redemption, a hand to raise you up, an embrace to save you, forgive you, pick you up, flood you with infinite, patient, indulgent love; to put you back on your feet” (p.14). For Pope Francis this is the time of mercy. “The Church showing her maternal side, her motherly face, to a humanity that is wounded. She does not wait for the wounded to knock at her doors, she looks for them in the streets, she gathers them in, she embraces them, she takes care of them, she makes them feel loved” (p.4). He refers again to “... thinking of the Church as a field hospital, where treatment is given above all to those who are wounded ...” (p.6). The first and only step required to experience mercy is to acknowledge that we need mercy. The Pope’s own experience as a warmhearted, merciful confessor makes him appreciate just how difficult it can be to take the first step. He insists that the very fact that a penitent has managed to get himself/herself as far as the confessional is proof of the desire to seek God’s mercy. After that, the words that are used are less important, and he harshly condemns confessors W hen I was chaplain to the Sisters and residents of Nazareth House at North Turramurra, a retirement home in Sydney, Australia, the notion about being worthwhile grew in my heart. Most of the residents were quite contented but some were not, because they thought they could no longer do anything worthwhile. In the past they had cared for their children or had had some trade or profession. Now they could no longer do these things; as a result they believed that they were no longer worthwhile in themselves. This idea became abhorrent to me: I became convinced of the opposite - that we can grow as persons, grow spiritually, as long as we live. who ask inappropriate questions, or make the experience difficult for the penitent. He even quotes a French novelist who tells the story of one about to die, who admits that he enjoyed his sins and is not really sorry for them, but, at the confessor’s prompting, can at least say that “he is sorry that he is not sorry”. Pope Francis comments on this story, “It’s a good example of the lengths to which God goes to enter the heart of man, to find that small opening that will permit him to grant grace”. (p.31). He writes from his own experience of being constantly, repeatedly forgiven. “It might seem shocking, but I derive consolation from Peter: he betrayed Jesus and even so he was chosen” (p.39). The more conscious we are of our own sins, the more we experience the love and infinite mercy of God, the more capable we are of looking at others with acceptance. He even goes so far as to say, “At times I have surprised myself by thinking that a few very rigid people would do well to slip a little, so that they could remember that they are sinners and thus meet Jesus.” (p.66) This book is the testimony of an eminently pastoral Pope who has announced a Year of Mercy. We all need to hear and heed his wise words. This is the work of God whom I like to think of as the Divine Potter. Now and then a vessel he is making from clay will be spoilt in his hands, but he will remould it into another vessel to his liking (Jer 18:24). I love the saying, “Be patient with me; God hasn’t finished with me yet!”. Maybe sometimes the Divine Potter will have to start again, but I am convinced that God will eventually make us into worthy vessels. This conviction that we are worthwhile in ourselves strengthened as I got to know the patients in the retirement home. I saw the help they needed with eating, dressing, having a bath, and going to the toilet. I understood the spirituality of accepting this, but I hesitated to speak of it to the patients because I myself was not dependent in this way. One day, while we were still together after Mass, one of the assistants, opened up the matter for discussion. Sadie, one of the patients who was unable to walk, hold a knife or fork, or care for herself because of arthritis, said simply that she had reached the stage where she could accept these services peacefully and gratefully. She prayed for those who did them for her. On another occasion Sadie told me that when she is put into bed at night she usually goes to sleep quickly, but if she is unable to sleep, she spends the time thanking God for the good things of her life. By Fr Keith Gorman Sadie has been purified by suffering and is like pure gold (Book of Wisdom 3:5-9). The acceptance of disability such as Sadie’s arthritis will let us enter into the sufferings of Jesus. I heard another beautiful statement in the nursing home. Jimmy had had a stroke and made a fairly good recovery but was still confined to a wheelchair. I discussed with him why he hadn’t died and we concluded that God wanted him to live longer. “Why did God want you to live longer?” I asked. “To do good,” said Jimmy. “What good can you do?” I asked. Smiling, he looked around at the other patients and said, “I can help to make them happy.” When we are young and strong we can care for the physical well-being of others. Later we cannot, but at any stage of our lives we can be loving, kind, sensitive, forgiving, honest and truthful. Even if we lack money, power, strength, even health, we can still be worthwhile, as were Sadie and Jimmy. Fundamentally we are worthwhile, because we are children of God. I often think of fellow Columban Fr Edward Sherry from Bolton, England, who died in Australia in August 2006. Towards the end of his life he was cared for lovingly by the Sisters and staff of the Little Sisters of the Poor, St Joseph’s Home, Northcote, Melbourne. Shortly before he died one of the staff who was going away for two weeks said, “I’ll see you when I get back.” To which Eddie replied with a smile, “I may have changed my address by then.” v Fr Gorman is living in retirement at St Columban’s, Essendon, Australia. He was ordained in 1943 and worked as a missionary in Japan. “ Now they could no longer do these things; as a result they believed that they were no longer worthwhile in themselves. ” To make a comment on this article go to www.columban.com MAY/JUNE 2016 –– 5 PAKISTAN Risking her life for Another by Kristan where the family continued to change her bandages and care for her. I first heard about the plight of Poni from parishioners one Sunday after evening Mass. “This tribal girl had her feet cut off when the train ran over her feet,” they told me. When I heard this I was deeply moved. Like many of the poor in Pakistan, Poni suffered a tragic accident. Columban Fr Dan O’Connor writes of her accident and his involvement in her recovery. P oni is a 17-year-old Hindu girl, a member of the impoverished Parkari Kohli tribal community that live in the arid Sindh Province of Pakistan. Like the majority of girls who live in the Sindh Province, she has never been to school. Her father, Krishan, is a landless, peasant farmer, who cultivates land for a landlord, waters and harvests his crops of rice, cotton and sugar cane. He then receives a meagre share of the crop to feed his family. Poni’s mother died when she was very young, as a reaction to an injection given to her by a local quack doctor. Her father then remarried, but his second wife committed suicide. He then remarried a second time. There is a railway line that runs through Poni’s village. On the other side of the railway line is a pond of fresh water, used to wash clothes and cooking utensils, where the buffaloes drink from wallow. One morning Poni took her younger sister, Rebeka, to bathe in the pond. Rebeka then started to walk home across the railway line. Just at that moment, the train from Badin to Hyderabad was approaching. Poni called out to Rebeka to move away from the railway track. Rebeka thought that Poni was calling her back to the pond. In desperation, Poni ran to the railway track where her loose clothing became snagged on the railway line. She fell face down in the path of the approaching train. The train ran over Poni’s feet and dragged her along the line for some distance. When it halted, a large crowd from the village including her family gathered. Her father, Krishan, picked up his daughter, thinking she had been killed. He then noticed that she was breathing ever so slightly. He carried her to the main road where he managed to hire a vehicle to take her to the hospital at Badin, a distance of 12 kilometers. Poni’s uncle and the train guard accompanied him. 6 –– FAR EAST 02 At the hospital emergency ward, she was pronounced dead by the doctor, who asked whether the family wanted a post-mortem. Krishan replied that he did not want a post-mortem. He then thought he saw Poni take a breath. As he lifted her up from the stretcher, she said in a soft voice, “Abba Ji (Daddy Sir), give me water.” The doctor was amazed and immediately began emergency treatment by administering a reviving drip. He then gave Krishan a referral letter for the Civil Hospital in Hyderabad. Krishan then paid for an ambulance to take Poni, himself and the train guard the two hour journey to Hyderabad. On arrival at the hospital, the train guard asked Krishan to give him the doctor’s referral letter, with his thumbprints on it and his National Identity Card. He promised to use these documents to get free medical treatment for Poni from the Railway Department. Krishan handed everything over to the guard who then disappeared and was never seen again. After waiting several hours, Krishan and Poni were now in a desperate state, with no hope of admission to the hospital. Finally, a man from a local political party, took up their case and managed to have Poni admitted. Treatment at the hospital lasted for 20 days with Poni’s family staying night and day at her side, bringing her food which is the practice in these hospitals. At the end of treatment, Poni was brought home I then informed the parish’s Health Team who went with me to visit Poni in her village. We brought her to see a local doctor who said to take her to the Jinnah Hospital in Karachi. We have an important contact in Karachi, who fights for the rights of the poor and sick. With Columban help, she organised to have Poni admitted to hospital, where what remained of her feet was amputated. After this, we managed to have her admitted to another hospital for plastic surgery. “ Throughout her journey Poni always smiled whenever I met her. Now her smile shone ever more brightly. ” Some weeks later on one of my visits to Poni in hospital, I noticed her jaw was jammed and her teeth closed. The family told me that they managed to feed her by pushing soft food through her teeth. I spoke with the authorities who some time later operated successfully to release her jaw. Then when the stubs of her two legs had been healed sufficiently, it was back to Karachi for the fitting of shoes with supports. Poni, with the aid of helpers, took a few small hesitant steps with a smile radiating from her and those attending her. Throughout her journey Poni always smiled whenever I met her. Now her smile shone ever more brightly. With practice she is now able to walk even without the supports and to collect water again. Recently Poni said to me, “I am very happy that I now have a new life and am able to walk again. I had felt so sad and upset when I lost my feet. Thanks so much to Fr Dan and all the Columban supporters and everyone who has helped me.” v P.S. Recently the brother of Poni’s step-mother lost his two legs in an accident with a wheat thrasher harvester - one leg was lost above the knee and the other below the knee. New Zealand Columban Fr Dan O’Connor has spent many years as a missionary in Pakistan. 01. Poni is very happy that she can now walk again. 02. Poni with Fr Dan O’Connor, Catechist Master Dilaver and some of her family. Photos courtesy of the author. To make a comment on this article go to www.columban.com MAY/JUNE 2016 –– 7 01 JAPAN A Guileless Man By Fr Joe Brooder His family name was Tanaka, a name as common as Murphy in Ireland, or Smith in England. He used to call me Joe Chan which is a very familiar way to call your friends. He told me of the village where he was born and reared; he had left after Middle School never to return. I offered to drive him back to his hometown for old time’s sake but he politely refused, “I cannot go back. I am too well-known there”. Whatever had happened there I never did find out. It was not for me to probe but for him to reveal. He chose not to. “ As I heard his story, all I could think of was of Nathanael meeting Jesus for the first time. Here was a good man who did not know the good things of life and the Good Man that came from humble Nazareth. ” W ord came into the Church that a homeless man was sleeping rough under Sotohori Bridge, in Japan. The local Church-group looking after the homeless went to visit him. Yes he was there living in an exquisite home-made cardboard-style home. He would slide in and out of it like a drawer. He was a quiet soft-spoken man, and my first impression was that there was no guile in this man, “incapable of deceit” - just like Nathanael in St John’s Gospel 1:45-48. The first winter I invited him to stay in the Church Hall overnight with seven other homeless men. He accepted and for four months he stayed, each morning getting up early to sweep up the fallen leaves in the Church grounds, and the discarded rubbish on the pavement outside. The following winter he declined the Church offer as he found living with other homeless was stressful. He wanted his freedom and privacy, and returned to his castle under the bridge. After our initial contact, we would visit him once or twice a week, bringing him rice balls, soup and items he might ask for, but overall, he fended for himself, doing odd jobs and eating sample foods handed out free at supermarkets. His home under the bridge was a car park by day so each morning he got up early to tidy up the place, stashed away on a ledge above what he did not need, and moved off on his bicycle until the car park emptied at night. His belongings were few. He did his laundry and washing at a water tap in a local park. Some years later, word came in that he had disappeared. There was no trace of him. His abode was immaculate - no evidence left that anyone had lived there. We searched high and low for him but all in vain. We presumed he had just taken off on his bicycle to rediscover himself in another part of Japan. During my daily walks I would always look under the bridge hoping against hope that he might have returned, but only darkness and silence welcomed me. When I visited while out for my late evening walk, I often found him alone. I would sit down beside him in the twilight and gradually we became good friends. 8 –– FAR EAST One early morning, months later, I opened up the Church to let God out and fresh air in. I went down to the Convent to say early Mass for the nuns. I could sense it was going to be a good day. I expanded my lungs to breathe in the fresh air and at that moment I heard a gentle, angelic voice saying, “Joe Chan”. There he was under a tree with a gentle smile on his haggard face. I gave him a bear hug and told him to wait around as I had to go to the Convent. The nuns never got such a short Mass before, and for the first time ever, I refused breakfast with them. He was waiting for me when I got back and he told me his story of disappearance: “I got tired of living. I felt I was a burden to the nation, to the Church and to you. I decided to say goodbye to this world and go to the other world, if there is one. I did not want to leave a mess behind for others to clear up. I brought my bicycle to the junk yard and put all my clothes and cardboard boxes into the proper disposal bins. I made sure not to leave a scrap behind. I silently said goodbye to this world and from the top of the bridge I jumped into the river below. But I could not sink. I kept coming up for air. I jumped again but with the same result. I gave up. I walked all night to the next town and dried out. I managed to survive on scraps of food. The sea beckoned me. I waded out into the deep but the waves kept driving me back ashore. I tried that a few times too but I ended up what I am - a failure. One day, walking aimlessly along the beach I found a rope obviously discarded by some fisherman. I was given new hope. The river and the sea refused me. Surely, I figured, the wood would not let me down. I went into the woods, climbed a tree, tied the rope to a branch and to my neck and jumped. I had no luck. The rope broke and I nearly broke my leg when I met mother earth again. Joe Chan, that was last night. I decided I was not worthy to die. Then I thought of you. That is why I am here. Where do I go from here?” As I heard his story, all I could think of was of Nathanael meeting Jesus for the first time. Here was a good man who did not know the good things of life and the Good Man that came from humble Nazareth. Then he got up, looked into the Church and gazed on the big, life-size crucifix on the wall behind the altar, “That is my kind of man. I can identify with him. He is a good man. I like him.” I thought not bad from a non-Christian. Since then, through the efforts of the Church-group looking after the homeless, Tanaka Kun is now nestled in his own apartment, receives assistance through social welfare from the City Hall, and each day enjoys sweeping up the fallen leaves around the Church grounds. He is very active also in helping to look after other homeless people, with other Church members. He has kept gentle, soft-spoken and guileless. I have now moved away from that area but occasionally I do get chances to return. Meeting Mr Tanaka Kun is one of my great joys and he still calls me Joe Chan. He is not far from the Kingdom of God: in fact he is part of it but does not realise it yet. Some day, please God, he will. Fr Joe Brooder SSC lives and works in Japan and has been a missionary priest there since 1969. 01. Tanaka Kun (left) with Fr Joe Brooder. To make a comment on this article go to www.columban.com MAY/JUNE 2016 –– 9 02 01 Breaking the Bonds of Poverty By Sr Young Mi Choi M y name Sr Young Mi Choi and I live and works in the parish of Cristo Liberador, one of twelve parishes which comprise the district of San Juan de Lurigancho in the eastern part of Lima, in the foothills of the Andes. It is the most densely populated district in all Latin America, with a population of over one million people. Most of the people who live there have come as migrants from other parts of Peru over the last 25 to 30 years. In our parish we have a population of about 130,000 people. Those who live in the valleys have basic services and conditions have improved greatly over the years. However, there are still thousands 10 –– FAR EAST of people, living on the cerros (hills) in precarious dwellings, who do not yet have running water or basic services. We have started a number of projects to help educate the migrant population in the area. One is a small pre-school for 3 to 5 year-olds, with a room for children with special needs. Many are children of very young single mothers who have very little education themselves. We saw this project as a way of giving basic formation to these children, so that they could have more options for life and a better future. We also wanted to have something for special children because there are no services for them in our area. My own background is in Montessori and special education. We have about 80 children in the school. They come around 8.30am and are with us until 3.30pm. This gives the mothers the opportunity to work, as many do, in the local market and other areas. We provide breakfast, dinner and a snack for the children before they leave in the afternoon. Three years ago, a little girl named Sandra came to our school. Her mother, a widow with three children, who sold pieces of charcoal in the market, asked me with tears in her eyes if I could take her because Sandra had a hearing problem. She almost caused a serious car accident that day as she was unable to communicate with anyone. Sandra stayed with us for three years. We worked with her on her own and at other times she joined the normal children for classes. From being wild and without even minimal education, she has become a caring, confident and beautiful child who has become an example to the other children in her class. The director of the local elementary school says, “When I see Sandra blossoming in our school and playing with normal children I see the value of inclusive education.” Our task is to maintain the quality of our educational programme, to prepare our teachers and to provide education for the parents. We get no government assistance whatever for running this school. Our second project is in Cristo Rey at one end of our parish where the people live on a series of high hills, in extremely poor living conditions, with huge social problems of alcohol abuse and family violence. The alcohol abuse and domestic violence coupled with a lack of education - very few adults have completed high school means that education is not a priority for the children. For example Susana, age 11, is still struggling to read and write because the parents ask her to mind her four younger siblings at home instead of going to school. She asked me to convince her parents to allow her to come to our educational programme. Last year we began an educational programme in this deprived area as an outreach from our school. The general idea was to build up the community. I could see from our school that the problem was where the children were coming from, and I felt that in Cristo Rey we could help the community beginning with children and women. With our teachers and others volunteering, we began workshops in the afternoons with children of different age-levels, helping them with their reading and writing skills. On Saturdays we have handicraft and drama workshops for the children, and a programme for women with a psychologist and social worker. This year we hope to have a threepronged educational programme for adults - development of practical life skills, human development, and leadership in the community and chapel, so that they can take responsibility for their lives. We will also continue the work with the children. v Korean Columban Sr Young Mi Choi lives and works in Peru. “ When I see Sandra blossoming in our school and playing with normal children I see the value of inclusive education. ” 01. Children enjoy some foot-painting. 02. Sr Young Mi with a student. Photos Far East. To make a comment on this article go to www.columban.com MAY/JUNE 2016 –– 11 TAIWAN Abuse at the Karaoke Bar By Fr Peter O’Neill www.shutterstock.com need to continue her bank-loan repayments. As time went on Siti started suffering severe stress and the beginnings of a mental breakdown. Columban Fr Peter O’Neill works with migrant workers, immigrants and victims of human trafficking at a centre run by the Diocese of Hsinchu, Taiwan. He shares with us the story of one of the victims he meets in his work. S “ Siti was terrified that her family would lose their home and land. She and the other girls were locked in the bar after it closed each night. They had no means of escape. ” iti (not her real name) comes from a very poor family in Indonesia. Her family managed to send her to primary school but could not afford secondary education for her. Siti’s family own a small plot of land on which they barely support themselves by growing rice. When Siti turned 18 a man from the village came to her home offering her a job as a carer of elderly people in Taiwan. This man worked as a recruiter for a labour agency. Siti was told that she would be able to earn a lot of money which she could send home to her family. Siti accepted the job offer. She was then sent to the agency’s office in Jakarta where for several months she learnt Mandarin Chinese, Chinese cooking and how to use modern utensils, unknown in Siti’s village, such as microwave ovens, electric irons and washing machines. She also learnt the different skills necessary to be a carer of the elderly. A few days before Siti was due to leave for Taiwan, she was told by the Agency to take out a loan from the local bank at an interest rate of 18%. This loan and the interest rate added up to $3000 that was to be deducted from her first year’s salary. Siti’s 12 –– FAR EAST parent’s home and small plot of land were offered as collateral to the bank, in case she could not pay back the loan. Siti then flew to Taiwan. She was met at the airport by the Taiwanese agent and taken to the family where she was to care for the elderly. The family that received Siti live on the second floor of a two-storey building. They own a restaurant located on the ground floor. Siti soon discovered that she had to rise at 4am every morning to go to the market to buy ingredients for use in the restaurant. She then had a full day ahead of her, working in the restaurant. She prepared and served meals, cleaned tables and washed dishes. Throughout the day, Siti constantly had to check on the elderly members of the family on the second floor. When the restaurant closed at 9pm she then had to spend the next three hours cleaning, washing and ironing for the family on the second floor. Her salary was $600 per month. At the end of her first month, however, she only received $40. She had to repay her bankloan at $300 per month over 10 months. Another $200 went to pay for her visa and her medical certificate and $60 went to the labour agency. After six months of working like this, Siti was sleep-deprived and in a totally exhausted state. When she complained to the labour agent he threatened to send her home which she greatly feared due to the It was in this weakened state that Siti fell prey to the promises of an illegal labour agent who offered her an illegal job in a karaoke bar. She accepted and ran away from the family where she was working. She had to pay this agent $300 to get this job which would be deducted from her salary. She was introduced to the mamasan (the female manager) of the karaoke bar who told her all she had to do was to serve the customers (all male) and sing karaoke songs. She would live with the other women at the bar. Siti remained at the Shelter for one and a half years until a court decision was made about her case. The mamasan and the owner of the karaoke bar were sent to prison. But although Siti had been a victim of abuse, the fact that she had run away from the family where she first worked meant that Siti could not remain in Taiwan and would have to return home. This was the end of her opportunity to earn money to support her family. We, at the Diocesan Migrant Workers Centre, continue to lobby the Taiwanese government to protect victims like Siti. Australian Columban Fr Peter O’Neill first went to Taiwan in 1991. To make a comment on this article go to www.columban.com When Siti began work, she soon discovered that she was forced to wear “suggestive” clothing which made her feel uncomfortable. She was told by the mamasan that if a customer wanted “extra service”, she had to provide it. Siti told the mamasan that she did not want to work as a prostitute. The mamasan threatened her that if she did not, she would inform the police of her illegal situation and she would be sent to prison. Siti was terrified that her family would lose their home and land. She and the other girls were locked in the bar after it closed each night. They had no means of escape. Unknown to Siti, the local Taiwanese police had received a tip off about the karaoke bar and it was raided. Siti and four other Indonesian women were rescued by the police and sent to the Hsinchu Diocesan “Shelter for Abused Migrant Workers and Victims of Human Trafficking”. The Shelter offered Siti and the other victims legal aid and helped them find another job while their case was being processed through the courts. In this way, Siti could continue to repay her bank loan. The Shelter offers victims a variety of support such as counselling, Chinese classes, computer lessons, arts and crafts, dance lessons and workshops on personal development. MAY/JUNE 2016 –– 13 Making your Will? By Fr Seán McDonagh Impact of Meat on Humans and the Global Environment I n his encyclical, Laudato Si’, Pope Francis reminds us that “our sister (planet earth) now cries out to us because of the harm we have inflicted on her by our irresponsible use and abuse of the goods with which God has endowed her. We have come to see ourselves as her lords and masters, entitled to plunder her at will” (No. 2). Shortly after, he tells us that he ...” would like to enter into dialogue with all the people of our common home” in order to determine what needs to be done. The Pope is aware that this will call for serious sacrifices which amount to changing our modes of production and consumption and opting for an ecological conversion (No. 5). “ One of the most difficult conversations which must take place is about the amount of meat which many of us eat each day. ” 14 –– FAR EAST One of the most difficult conversations which must take place is about the amount of meat which many of us eat each day. In November 2015, the World Health Organisation (WHO) warned us that eating too much meat can cause cancers and heart disease. Our human body is not designed for a heavy meat diet. Our hands are flat which facilitates pulling fruit and nuts from trees. Our teeth are designed to grind plant material. Our intestines are 12 times longer than our trunks in order that they can absorb nutrients slowly. Finally, our stomachs and livers have a low tolerance for acids which are needed to digest animal protein. Contrast that with a tiger - a true carnivore. Their intestine is only three times longer than their trunk. Their stomach and liver have high concentrates of uric acid to help them break down animal protein. So, even if we do not become vegetarians, meat should only be a small portion of our diet. We might think that this generation is merely following the tradition of our ancestors when it comes to eating meat. In reality the global meat industry has grown dramatically in recent decades. Between 1963 and 2014 meat production globally has grown from 78 million tons to 300 million tons. This amounts to a fourfold increase.1 With growing prosperity in Asia, meat-eating has increased in China and India. Experts believe that with population increase and a growing appetite for meat, production will increase by 75 percent by 2050. According to Damien Carrington in The Guardian, to reach a healthy level of meat consumption, citizens of the United States would have to cut their meat consumption by two-thirds, while in Britain and Ireland we should be eating half as much meat as we do.2 01 Our current effort to produce meat takes a huge toll on our environment. A total of 40 percent of the world’s land surface is used to feed the world’s population which now stands at 7.2 billion. Much of this land is grazed by cattle, pigs and chickens. One third of the world’s fresh water is used in food production. The 75 percent increase which is expected to take place by 2050 would be disastrous, making it impossible to keep the increase in the average global temperature to 2 degrees Celsius above preindustrial levels. Please remember the needs of the Columban missions. Without your help we cannot continue our work. While people are aware that transport and industry contribute hugely to climate change, most people do not realise that agriculture is responsible for 25 per cent of greenhouse gas emissions. Fifteen percent of greenhouse gases are attributed to the meat industry globally, because ruminants produce methane, which is 20 times more heat retentive than carbon dioxide. This is more than all the cars, trains, planes and ships combined. We are expected to reduce greenhouse gases in response to the agreement made at the UN Framework Convention on Climate Change (UNFCCC), in Paris in December 2015. I have pointed out on numerous occasions the contradiction in the commitment made by An Taoiseach, Enda Kenny, in Paris, to be actively involved in reducing greenhouse gases, while at the same time planning to increase our bovine herd in Ireland by 300,000. An analysis from Glasgow University and the Chatham House think-tank found that in 12 countries measures to change peoples’ behaviour can be acceptable to the public if they are seen to promote the common good. Of course, if there was a concerted effort to begin to tax our use of meat, the farming lobby and large multinational agribusiness corporations would be up in arms. The average subsidy on livestock in 13 OECD countries in 2013, was $190 per cow. There would need to be a huge education campaign to support initiatives such as Missionary Society of St Columban, Dalgan Park, Navan, Co. Meath, C15 H5NA 02 cutting subsidies to livestock farmers. Farmers would have to be given support to diversify their food production. v Any Old Irish Currency? Fr Seán McDonagh, a missionary in the Philippines for many years, has worked tirelessly to improve the care of the earth, and has published numerous books. 1 Conor Purcell, “Meat production Big Environmental beef,” The Irish Times, January 21st 2016, page 12. 2 Damian Carrington, “Tax on meat not too hard to swallow, study suggests,” The Guardian, November 2nd 2015, page 11. 01. Grass-fed beef on an Irish farm. 02. Front cover of Pope’s encyclical on the environment which has a commentary by Fr Seán McDonagh, the author of this article (Orbis Books, April 2016). To make a comment on this article go to www.columban.com Sincere thanks to our readers who have sent their pre-Euro currency as a donation for the missions. We are most grateful for your generosity. Donations can be sent to Missionary Society of St Columban, Dalgan Park, Navan, Co. Meath, C15 H5NA MAY/JUNE 2016 –– 15 LATIN AMERICA My 40 Years in Latin America 02 later, one night during a raid by the army on our shantytown, with a total blackout and an army tank parked 20 metres away, I heard a loud knock at the door. 01 Columban Fr Donald Hornsey has spent over 40 years of priestly life in Latin America, working in all three countries where the Columbans have or had a mission. He spoke with the Far East magazine. “ Perhaps the busyness of many people in the western world creates an obstacle to seeing God in nature, in our lives, and in others. ” Tell us about your missionary experience in Latin America. I have been very fortunate to work 10 years in Chile, 17 years in Brazil and 13 years in Peru. After ordination in 1964 I was sent to Rome to study Theology and Liturgy. After that I became a member of the teaching staff at the Columban Seminary in Sydney for seven years. From there, I went on to spend the next 40 years as a missionary to Latin America where for the first time I came face to face with people living in poverty. During these 40 years, I have always been impressed by the deep lifelong friendship which Latin American people offer you. Your first experience was in Chile? After several months of Spanish language classes in Bolivia, I spent my first three years in a parish in the Archdiocese of Santiago, in the Chilean capital. During that time my mother became ill and died. When I returned from her funeral in New Zealand I was met at the airport by a truck load of parish youth welcoming me back. When the Columbans decided to open a new mission in the far north of Chile in the Diocese of Arica, I volunteered along with two Scottish Columban priest-associates. 16 –– FAR EAST On arrival the Bishop offered us a rather well-off parish which we decided not to accept. Soon after while walking around the city, a man yelled out to us from across the street, “Go up there!” He pointed to a large shantytown on the side of the large hill that dominates the city of Arica. As there was no church presence there and the people were very poor, we decided to take this area. We soon settled into our new home, our ‘maisonette’, a shack similar to those of our neighbours. My seven years in Arica coincided with the earlier years of Chile’s oppressive military dictatorship. On one occasion when I joined our shantytown residents in a protest against the military dictatorship, an army truck arrived full of soldiers who soon formed a line in front of us pointing their rifles at us. Someone said to me, “Play a song on your guitar, Padre!” I replied, “I think it is more sensible for us to remain quiet.” I was denounced in the local newspaper as a foreign agitator. When the Columbans decided to open a new mission in Brazil in 1984, I placed my name on the list of volunteers even though I had been very happy in Arica. A short time Thinking that the army had come to take me away for interrogation, I said to myself I am not going to hide, I will open the door. I opened it and heard a voice which said to me in Portuguese, “Welcome to Brazil, Padre”. It was a Brazilian seminarian visiting Chile who somehow had heard from the Columbans before I did that I was to be appointed to Brazil. You then went to Brazil. We were divided into two groups. One group worked in the Archdiocese of Salvador on the north east coast of Brazil and the other group, which I joined, worked 1000kms inland in the Diocese of Barreiras. For the first two years, I lived on the outskirts of the city of Cristopolis and rode a push bike 16kms a day to the town of Bainopolis. During the wet season the only way to get that bicycle up the steep muddy slopes was by walking backwards and pulling the mud-caked bike behind me. I later moved to Bainopolis, becoming the first resident priest there. There I spent eight years organising the church in the surrounding townships into Christian communities. I shared the same diet of beans, rice and tapioca-root as the local subsistence farmers. My last seven years in Brazil were spent working on the outskirts of the city of Barreiras. There I managed to change my diet on Sundays at least to boiled potatoes, a tin of peas and canned sardines. 03 You then moved to Peru after the Columbans decided to close the Brazilian mission At the age of 63, I left the 40 degree night and day temperatures of Brazil for the night temperatures of 10 degrees below zero of the Peruvian Andes mountains. I joined my fellow New Zealander, Columban Fr Paul Prendergast, in Sicuani, a Quechua-speaking area at 3500 metres above sea level. I now had to learn the language of the local indigenous people, “Quechua”, in addition to my Spanish for Chile and Portuguese for Brazil. In all of my time in Latin America, this was probably the place that suited me the most, due to my rural New Zealand background, my love of nature, my interest in indigenous cultures and my desire to work with, and accompany, the local subsistence Quechua farmers. What are the main things you have learnt during your 40 years in Latin America? The people of the Andes have taught me to pray in a contemplative manner. I believe it is because they spend the entire day up on the mountainside watching over their llamas and cattle and are close to nature. Perhaps the busyness of many people in the western world creates an obstacle to seeing God in nature, in our lives, and in others. In town, when the bank system breaks down, I go home trying to find something to make me busy. The local people wait patiently for the bank to reopen. One can learn so much from other cultures. v New Zealand Columban Fr Donald Hornsey has spent over 40 years in Latin America. 1. A group of community leaders welcome Fr Donald to their village. 2. Fr Donald celebrates Mass for farmers whose livelihood is under threat. 3. Protestors enjoy a wellearned rest in the shade. Photos courtesy of the author. To make a comment on this article go to www.columban.com MAY/JUNE 2016 –– 17 OBITUARIES REFLECTIONS Rest in Peace Fr Geoffrey (Geoff) Revatto died peacefully in the Columban Nursing Home in Dalgan on 28th December 2015. Born on 15 October 1925 at Guileen, Whitegate, Co. Cork, he was educated at Guileen NS and at St Colman’s College, Fermoy, Co. Cork. He came to Dalgan in 1943 and was ordained priest on 21 December 1949. In 1988 he was appointed back to Ireland, where he took up various tasks in the “Far East” offices. Even as he gradually lost the use of his legs, he continued to drive in a specially modified car and to faithfully put in a day’s work at his desk. By the year 2000 he had to give up that activity also. Geoff was a quiet, dedicated, patient man who rarely complained as his health deteriorated and when even the simplest activities demanded huge effort. He enjoyed a joke in the company of fellow-Columbans and always found ways of contributing to the life of the community. May he rest in peace. Fr Brendan Fahey died peacefully in the Columban Nursing Home in Dalgan on 24th January 2016. Born on 8th May, 1930, in Cloonfad Co. Mayo and educated at Derrylea NS, Cloonfad NS and St Jarlath’s, Tuam, he joined the Columbans in 1947. He was ordained on 21 December 1953 and appointed to Japan. In Japan he ministered in Wakayama, Chigasaki, and Kisarazu in Chiba district. He developed great skills in Japanese language and culture and maintained his links with people there all his life. He left Japan for the U.S. in 1978 and took the opportunity to pursue his interest in spirituality and spiritual direction. He was then assigned to Britain and to St Bede’s Parish in Widnes where he spent ten years. This was followed by years on the staff of St Bueno’s Centre for Spirituality in Wales where his skills as a spiritual director were highly regarded. Following this, he became 18 –– FAR EAST Returning to Ireland in 2002, he made himself available to help out in the Nursing Home and continued to care for less-abled colleagues till he needed that level of care himself. His health deteriorated rapidly in the last few months. Brendan’s quiet and caring personality, made him an attractive and approachable mentor and guide for many people. He left us with memories of a caring missionary, with an impish sense of humour, who introduced many people to the loving God whom he served so well. Fr Geoffrey Revatto Everyday Faith www.shutterstock.com He was assigned to the Philippines and to the island of Negros. He spent the next twenty-seven years in various assignments on that island, including La Castelana, Sipalay, Ma-ao Central, Dancalan, Binalbagan and Biscom. He served for three years on mission promotion in Ireland from 1978 to 1980. Then he was once again assigned to Negros where he served as District Bursar in Batang and Cawayan. pastor of the nearby Parish of Denbigh, where he spent ten happy years. May he rest in peace. Sr Genevieve Blanchfield died peacefully in Magheramore on February 15, 2016. She was 91 years old. She grew up in Killarney, Co. Kerry where she attended the Presentation Convent School. After her secondary education she entered the Columban Convent in Cahiracon, Co. Clare and made her first vows there in 1943. In the early fifties, she was sent to California where the Sisters were involved in education. A natural teacher, Sr Genevieve, worked tirelessly for the good of her students, many of them immigrant children, encouraging them to develop their talents. She herself took graduate degrees in Pitsburg and San Francisco. After thirty years in the US, Genevieve was sent to the Philippines. With her singleminded dedication and her commitment to helping people, especially the students, she soon found herself at home in Columban College, Ozamis City. Artistic by nature, her classes were always marked by great originality. Her tireless work was greatly appreciated by her students. Genevieve loved teaching and in sharing this love with others, she inspired them to greater commitment. Her later years were spent in Manila where she continued with adult education before finally returning to Ireland. Her gentle manner endeared her to everyone and she was seldom without a smile. Genevieve bore her increasing infirmities with characteristic patience; she never complained of her suffering. After a long struggle she died in the Nursing Home and is buried in the convent cemetery. May she rest in peace. Fr Brendan Fahey S Sr Genevieve Blanchfield ome days when it feels that God is far from us we may begin to harbour a real doubt: is there a God at all? Am I fooling myself giving time day after day to pray and nothing seems to happen? Others who don’t believe at all do well, are happy and live life to the full. Not only that, everything seems to come their way whereas I can be beset with troubles of one kind or another. “How is it,” a woman asked at a prayer meeting, “that though I really believe in God and pray to him every day my family is coming apart? And my neighbour, who never puts a foot inside the church has everything going for her?” This is a situation well known to the psalmists. “I was envious of the arrogant when I saw the prosperity of the wicked. For they have no pangs, their bodies are sound and sleek. They are not troubled as others are, they are not stricken as other people. ... People praise them and find no fault in them. And they say ‘How can God know?’ ... All in vain have I kept my heart clean and washed my hands in innocence. For all day long I have been stricken, and chastened every morning ...” (Ps 73) We may feel like the psalmist, bitter over our fate especially when we see the pleasant life others have without God. But in the end the man recovered his balance and in an act of great faith he understood that, “My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.” We too, deep in our hearts know that this is the truth; like a homing pigeon we keep coming back to God. “For God alone my soul waits in silence, my hope is from him” (Ps 62). We will find strength and hope in these psalms, the inspired word of God, in times of bleakness, times of doubt. No matter how dreadful, how painful our situation the Lord really is with us. “Trust him and He will act” (Ps 37). Leave it to God and in the meantime pay attention to those little moments of grace which come gently throughout your day. St Ignatius said that grace is “delicate, delightful. It may be compared to a drop of water penetrating a sponge.” The very gentleness of the Holy Spirit in our lives may not be noticed at all unless we make a habit of naming the good things that come our way. Little things mostly, like small brush strokes, but full of blessings. To note these and to give thanks is to deepen our faith and our relationship with God. God is found, as St Teresa of Avila said, “among the pots and pans.” No need to go looking for him in ‘special’ places; He is by your side. We can take each task, no matter how uncongenial, as an opportunity to say ‘Yes’ to God in our lives. As one writer put it, “ordinary tasks carry a kind of redemption.” Making the tea, writing that report, listening to your teenager, doing the laundry – here you will find Him waiting for you because as scripture says: “You are precious in my eyes” (Is 43), - whether or not you are full of doubt. v S.R.T. “ No need to go looking for him in ‘special’ places; He is by your side. We can take each task, no matter how uncongenial, as an opportunity to say ‘Yes’ to God in our lives. ” To make a comment on this article go to www.columban.com MAY/JUNE 2016 –– 19 BIBLE STORY Bible Quiz No. 57 1. In Acts ch. 8, who asked Philip, “Why shouldn’t I be baptised?” ...................................................................................... 2. In Genesis ch. 50, who said to his brothers, “I am about to die, but God will surely come to your aid and take you up out of this land?”. ....................................................................................... 3. “Go make the tomb as secure as you can”: who in Matthew ch. 27 gave this instruction? ........................................................................................ 4. In Deuteronomy ch. 31, who told the Israelites, “At 120 years old I am no longer able to lead you”? ........................................................................................ 5. In Acts ch. 7, who said while being stoned, “Look I see the heavens open and the Son of Man standing at the right side of God”? ........................................................................................ 6 In Numbers ch. 22, which king of Moab said, “A whole nation has just arrived from Egypt, they cover the face of the land”? ........................................................................................ 7. In Acts 16, who said to Paul, “The magistrates have ordered that you and Silas be released”? ........................................................................................ 8. In Acts ch. 27, who urged his travelling companions, “Have something to eat I beg you your lives depend on it”? .......................................................................................... Consult your Bible, answer the questions above and send your entry to: Bible Quiz No. 57 St Columban’s, Navan, Co. Meath, C15 H5NA, before 30th June 2016. Book vouchers for the first three correct entries received. Name: Address: Age: Bible Quiz No 55 Winners: Mairead Porter, Raphoe, Co. Donegal; Stéphane de Bairéid, Enniskerry, Co. Wicklow and Elaine Masterston, Birr, Co. Offaly. 20 –– FAR EAST Saints for our Times “I do not intend to work just for my own eternal salvation, closing my eyes to the people around me”. Satoko Kitahara, “The Mary of Ants Town” (1929-1958). Satoko Kitahara was raised in an affluent Tokyo suburb. Her father was a professor, a position of considerable status. They all suffered during World War II, her father was drafted into the army, her brother died, while Satoko collapsed with tuberculosis. She survived the firebombing of Tokyo, but in the wake of her country’s defeat and revelations of its war crimes, she suffered a crisis of meaning. Her younger sister had enrolled in a Catholic school run by the Mercedarian Sisters. When Satoko asked one of the Sisters about the meaning of life, she was encouraged to study the Catholic faith. This eventually led to her Baptism, to the dismay of her family. Around this time she read an article about a shanty-town of homeless squatters who supported themselves by collecting recyclable scrap and rubbish. They called themselves “Ants Town”. Satoko decided to go and see for herself; she was profoundly shocked by their poverty. However she found the people hard-working and was attracted to the idea of helping them. At night she would return to her affluent home. Eventually her father challenged her concept of charity. His words left her speechless: it seemed as if Christ himself had spoken through this unbeliever. Next day she joined some children begging from door to door and searching trash cans. Shortly after this her recurring tuberculosis forced her to leave her work at Ants Town for six months. Upon recovering, she told her family she wanted to go and live there permanently. To her surprise the leaders of the community opposed this, fearing that the harsh conditions would kill her. Though deeply hurt at their refusal, Satoko entrusted herself to the will of God. But, as her condition deteriorated, her doctor suggested that she should be allowed to follow her heart’s desire. The leaders agreed: she would probably die in Ants Town but at least she would die happy. In fact, so moved were they by Satoko’s faith and her devotion to the poor that two of the principal leaders asked to be baptised. With this issue we continue our series of stories from the Bible. Joseph sees his family again F or seven years, there was plenty of food. Joseph was put in charge of making sure that grain was stored carefully all over Egypt. Then came seven years without rain. Many regions went hungry, but not Egypt, and soon people started travelling to Egypt to buy food. Amongst them were Joseph’s elder brothers. Joseph knew them at once. But they did not recognise him. Joseph accused them of being spies. They assured him they were not, but Joseph kept one brother as hostage and told the others to return home and fetch their youngest brother, to prove their story was true. It was just a trick so that Joseph could see his brother Benjamin again. The next time the brothers came to Egypt, they brought Benjamin with them. Joseph hid a silver cup inside the bag that Benjamin carried. Then, when the brothers tried to leave the palace, he had them arrested. Benjamin was ordered to remain in Egypt as a slave. “That would break our father Jacob’s heart,” said the brothers. “Take one of us instead.” Joseph could not hide his secret from them any longer. Overcome with tears of joy, he told his brothers who he was, and begged them to hurry home to fetch their father, Jacob. So it was that Jacob and his whole family came to live in Egypt, joyfully reunited with Joseph. The people of God lived in Egypt for many years, and Jacob’s twelve sons eventually became the ancestors of the twelve tribes of Israel. Read also Chapters 42-47 Illustration by Val Biro, from One Hundred Bible Stories for Children published by Award Publications Ltd. Meanwhile the city was making plans to evict the ragpickers. Satoko said that if they attempted this she would sit in front of city hall fasting and praying until they relented, or she died. One of the city officials was so touched by her witness that he personally arranged for an alternative site under financial terms that the ragpickers could afford. The leaders credited this victory to Satoko’s prayers. Now, they said, was time to pray for her recovery. She refused adamantly to hear of this and so they concluded that she had offered her life for the people of Ants Town. The next day she slipped into a coma and died at the age of twenty-nine. To read more, see Blessed Among All Women by Robert Ellsberg, The Crossroad Publishing Company, New York, 2005. MAY/JUNE 2016 –– 21 KIDZONE Pontius’s Puddle Jazzy Jellyfish By Elizabeth McArdle www.shutterstock.com light and this may also help them to attract prey or distract predators. If we could keep jellyfish in our homes, they would emit light and think of all the money we would save on electricity. J ellyfish first appeared in the fossil record about 650 million years ago and are in every ocean on the planet from surface waters to the deep sea. Some are also found in freshwater. Pudsy’s Diry A new prieest kem to our class an he was tellin us that people can say their prayers in lots of difrent ways like some while they are workin or walkin or even ridin their bikes. Theres no need to be always kneelin down he sed but some do that too. Then he sed any qwestions An nobody said anythin for a long time then I put up my hand and sed our Uncle Edward sez his prayers kneelin down in front of Humphrey and wavin a spanner at the same time and one time I asked him what he was doin and he sed he was sayin his prayers. And the new priest said this is very intrestin and who is this Humphrey you are tellin us about. And I said Humphrey is the traktor and when it wont start our Uncle Edward has to kneel in front of it with a spanner and saying somethin at the same time. An the priest sed as I was sayin difrent peeple have difrent ways an no doubt Humphrey starts then. And I sed yes father; but I didnt say the prayers were not like what we had to learn in skool...... Ha! Ha! 1. Why did the turkey cross the road? 2. Why are teddy bears never hungry? 3. Why do French people like to eat snails? 4. What kind of tree can fit into your hand? 5. What kind of table can you eat? A Gaelic Proverb Ní scéal rúin é ó tá a fhios ag triúr é. It is not a secret if it is known to three persons. Competition Winners - January/February 2016 Colpaint Winners 6. What’s the only school where you have to drop out to graduate? 6. Skydiving school! 5. A vege-table! 4. A palm tree! 3. Because they don’t like fast food! 2. They are always stuffed! 1. To prove he wasn’t chicken! 22 –– FAR EAST Win a prize for writing a corrected version of Pudsy’s Diry and send it to Pudsy’s Diry, St Columban’s, Navan, Co. Meath, C15 H5NA, before 30th June 2016. Under 8: 1st Olivia McBride, Coleraine, Northern Ireland. 2nd Calum Morrissey, Ballytruckle, Waterford. 3rd Nicole Condron, Carrick-on-Shannon, Co. Leitrim. Scientists have popularized the terms jellies or sea jellies because jellyfish are not fish at all. Since they are composed of 90% water, floating is easy for them and they can float for miles and miles waiting for a meal to come to them. Their nearly clear bodies which blend into the water, plus their slow movements, make jellyfish almost invisible. And meals do come their way because they are remarkably efficient predators, able to stun and kill their prey with stinging cells called nematocysts. Each cell contains a tiny harpoon which, when triggered by touch or movement, shoots into the prey and delivers a toxin. Many jellyfish have bioluminescent organs which emit What is most amazing is that all of this is done without a brain. Jellyfish do not have brains but rather have a loose network of nerves called the nerve net. These nerve nets sense changes in the environment and coordinate the jellies’ responses. This would be the same as you or I having to live our lives and survive with our heads chopped off. Jellyfish have been around for a very long time (long before the dinosaurs), therefore God must have a special place in His heart for these very old friends. If you look them up on the internet their wonders and colours will definitely give you the wobbles. Colpaint Colour the drawing and send it with your name and address to: COLPAINT, St Columban’s, Navan, Co. Meath, C15 H5NA, before 30th June 2016. Prizes for under and over age 8. Don’t forget, if you also send a corrected version of Pudsy’s Diry, you’ll have another chance to win a prize. Name: Address: 8 and Over: 1st Damien Finnerty, Gort, Co. Galway. 2nd Gráinne Casey, Bruff, Co. Limerick. 3rd Ciara Dempsey, Carrigeen, Co. Kilkenny. Pudsy’s Diry Bridget Sheehan, Killarney, Co. Kerry. Age: MAY/JUNE 2016 –– 23 Burial of a Woman of The Old Stock Down along the ebbing laneway lurching to the graveyard and the sea they shouldered Annie’s coffin. It was varnished like a new canoe. More people than she ever knew came to see the launching. Half a cable inland from the shore lay the hulk of a battered church: two centuries before the English gunners gave their corvine kin an entrance her people roofed it for the psalter. When the bearers bowed and went inside, the walls stood up erect; then they placed her coffin on the trestles in the very chancel, of all sacred places: it was the same as setting up an altar. The mourners entered and at once stepped out of the footwear of their talk and stood in silence. Through the window slender as a lance Longinus peered, and on the ground next to the open grave there was a mound of fine grained earth the sainted powder of four hundred years. There are strong farmers buried in a bog and bishops inside concrete bunkers. Outside the ring of friends outside the folded arms of church there was a third enclosure. This was a lios of circling fog a rath enclosing as raths always did people and cattle, life and death. Beyond it, there was no world to be seen; within it, was a world of reverence and at the centre of that quiet world there was a coffin, an altar, a canoe and a woman of the old stock, through and through. Jerome Kiely Swallows in December Trafford Publishing (UK) Ltd, 2005 Reprinted with permission