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Chile

Letter To My Torturer

During the dictatorship of General Pinochet in Chile thousand of victims were tortured. But once Pinochet was arrested, Tito Tricot, a victim of the regime, got the courage to confront a man who had carried out Pinochet’s orders and he wrote him this letter.

I have often wondered what has happened to you. Maybe you take your grandchildren to the town square on Sunday to listen to the local band. Have you ever wondered how many children never got to know their parents because you killed them? I do not think so, because you were a raging animal when you beat me and forced me to take off my blindfold. “Don’t you ever forget my face,” you said, “because I am the one who is going to kill you.”

Our Youth Our Future

By Sr. Virgie Mozo

Sr. Virgie Mozo arrived in Chile in 1989. After a few years, she was assigned to Lancoche which is peopled by the Mapuchi race. There is a great lack of pastors so she joined a summer team to set up some Basic Christian Communities.

I was invited to be a part of a summer mission team in Loncuimay through Mirta Urra, a lay missionary from Lancoche and two other youth who are in the group of Jovenes Sin Fronteres (the Missionary Youth Group) of the parish of which I am the coordinator.

Spring Water in Barren Hills

By Sr. Teresita Bernad, SSC

Huavina, one of a cluster of small pueblos among the hills of Iquique in Chile, never had a source of water. Water was brought to them by truck.

Eureka!

One day they got electrifying news: a spring had been discovered in one of the valleys. If channeled it could bring water to Huavina. So the people started to work at once, and of course, they had to begin with a blessing. They invite Sr. Kathleen, who in turn brought Sonia (one of the our co-workers) and me along.

A Little Child Shall Lead Them

By: Sr. Virgie Mozo, SSC

New Mission
Sr. Catherine Hurley and I arrived in Loncoche in March of last year to open a new mission in this Southern part of Chile. Locoche is a Mapuche word that means, “head of the people.” There are large industries in this area: Lonco Leche, a dairy milk plant, supplying milk for the north and south of Chile; Fourcade, an expert furniture factory and Tecno Frio, a raspberry and asparagus farming and food processing industry.

IQUIQUE: A City to be Loved

By: Sr. Cecilia Cuizon, SSC

Sr. Cecilia Cuizon is a Filipino Columban Missionary working in Iquique, Chile. At Christmas time she reflects on her present ministry in that city.

Christmas in Iquique

This year for me seemed to fly so fast that I did not even notice that it was time to send greetings to my loved ones. Here in Iquique, the joyful melodies of Christmas season are not heard until the 23rd or the 24th of December. Christmas is mainly for Children in Iquique. No wonder, fathers have to set aside a bit from their salary every year for their children. When Christmas comes, all workers dressed in deferent styles, with Santa Claus in the middle of them and with their vehicles decorated (because there is a price for the best decorated vehicle) deliver the gifts to their respective children. So, a group of children wait for Santa Claus’ truck to pass by, all day and all night in case they will miss him.

Days in the Desert

By: Sr. Virgie Mozo

Sr. Virgie Mozo goes into the desert to prepare for her final profession. There she finds herself and finds God-she also finds that the people have no priest and have joined other faiths.

Special Preparation
Part of my formation as a junior sister before making final commitment is to have approximately two months of special spiritual preparation before the final profession. As I’m working  in a ‘poblacion’ with different groups such Basic Christian Communities of women, men, and children I asked Sister Ita McElwain, who is my companion on my journey in religious life, that I would withdraw from actual participation during this period of preparation I would go into the desert.

Goodbye Mountain Province Hello Chile

By: Fr. Paulino C. Sarac.

A young Filipino priest tells the steps he took which brought him to Chile, in Latin America as a volunteer missionary working with the Columbans.

39 Steps
I’m Fr. Paulino C. Sarac. I was ordained in 1978, and belong to the Vicariate of the Mountain Province, Luzon, Philippines. In 1985, I went down to Pagadian Diocese, Zamboanga del Sur, Mindanao for a vacation. There, the Columbans as if I could take charge for sometime of San Pablo Parish. It’s a parish that was vacant for a while after Rev. John Wanaurny was transferred to Brazil. I accept and took care for almost two years. While there, Rev. Dan O’ Malley, who was the superior, asked if I was interested in an overseas mission. My reaction was yes, but first to ask the permission of my bishop. My bishop at that time was Msgr. Emeliano Madanggeng. The answer was positive, we made all necessary arrangements like psychological test, contract, passport, and visa. After these things, I flew to Australia for a Missiology course- a Latin America; then to Cochabamba Bolivia, for five months, to learn Spanish.

Filipino Among the Ayramas

By: Fr. Arsenio Redulla, SCC

Arsenio (Dodong) Redulla, a Diocesan priest from the Diocese of Iligan, volunteered to work with the Columbans for three years. He was appointed to Chile. Subsequently, he decided to stay on for another three years. Here shares a little of his Chilean odyssey.

Off to Chile
From 1983 to 1989 I work as a volunteer missionary priest with the Columban Fathers in the Diocese of Iquique, Chile, South America.

Walking Together in Chile

By Sr. Aliciela Cudiamat

Together with a fellow Sister, I arrive in July, 1978 in Chile. After a rapid and informal orientation about the culture, relearning Spanish, I began teaching religion in Colegio Verbo in Santiago by September of the same year. This apostolate continued for ten years: teaching religion, preparing the boys for first communion, at the same time giving a helping hand in the pastoral work among the parents and teachers. The well – organized teamwork in the school, the boys, the varied experiences among Chilenos in his atmosphere helped me grow in faith and missionary spirit. With all the rest, it was a walking together, a ‘give and receive’ in mutual respect and understanding.

I Remember Manolito

By Sister Ann Rita Centeno

A poor mother in a Chilean barrio shares her grief with the author.

I wish I could forget that evening of September 4, but how can I? Early that morning Manolito was in a good spirits. He wanted to watch a football match of his favorite team on television but since there was no electricity in our area he asked permission to watch it at his sister’s house, which was only a block away. He washed himself – my Manolito liked to be neat and clean always- combed his curly black hair and was just ready to leave the house when he asked me, Mommy could I used you jacket tonight? ‘ But you have your own jacket,’ I replied. But he insisted and so I let him have his way. ‘And Mommy,’ with a big smile, ‘Id liked to borrow your rubber shoes too,’ How could I refuse him?

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