Misyon Online - January-February 1992

January-February 1992

And God said, ‘Mulon I Ji Jaz

By: Sr. Jasmin Peralta, SSC

Jasmin Peralta is a young Columban Sister in Korea.

Here she describes some of her “teething” problems.

Humiliated and Frustrated
I never felt humiliated and frustrated in all my life until I came to study “hangu mal” Korean. Every time my teacher talked to me I heard nothing and understood nothing. All I could do was to keep guessing the meaning of the sounds and most of time I guessed wrong! Indeed, language study id draining. I would come home from school dead tired.

Maybe They’ll Laugh at Me

By Fr Joseph Panabang SVD

Unworthy Vehicles
In Ghana you have to register your car every year at the Ministry of Transportation for road worthiness. After I registered they asked me to pay four thousand “cedis” (local money). I complained that it was too expensive. But they assured me the money was for road repair, to which I replied, “The road may soon be worthy but the cars would not.” At this the fierce looking face of the registrar melted into a smile like clouds giving way to the rising sun.

Koza: Thank You and Goodbye!

Fr. Pedro Peñaranda, CICM

Continuing Pedro Peñaranda’s reflection on his trial period as a seminarian in Cameroon.

Double Irony
In Koza, among the Mafas people, it is the traditional chiefs and soothsayers at their side who make all the decisions be it on the social level (sowing, harvest, disputes of all kinds) or on the personal level such as marriage and sickness. The State is virtually non-existence for the Mafas except for the annual burden of taxes they have to remit with much difficulty even if these taxes never return to them in terms of social services. To pay t heir taxes, the men usually leave their mountains and villages during the dry season to get menial job in the cities of Maroua and Garuao, or, ironically, for those who have no identity cards, in Nigeria.

Republica Mexicana

By: Sr. Felicitas Aranda

Childhood Dream
Mission for me in Oaxaca Mexico is a childhood dream. I had a deep desire to help the people of Mexico ever since I heard of their religious persecution and the martyrdom of Fr. Miguel Pro S.J. This was renewed in 1986 when I met Sr. Cyril Jacko. I was invited to join her in Mexico.

Where Trees Still Grow

By: Fr. Bobby Sagra, MSP

Two Months Old
Last November 14, 1990 I arrived here in Kerema, Gulf province, Papua New Guinea. I was only two months and seven days old as a missionary priest on the day of my arrival.

My first experienced of “missionary initiation” was walking four days four days from Putei the main parish where I am assistant parish priest, to Wanto, the outmission station located in a hidden valley in the remote mountains. On December 12, I started walking together with one guide and two local seminarians.