May-June 1997

Remembering Tita Pilar

By Raymund Tilos Santes

On behalf of the Tilos Family, I would like to thank the Columban Fathers, especially Fr. Des, lay missionaries in Pakistan and to the Pakistanis as well for giving Sr. Pilar a very beautiful funeral. And the people of Hinobaan for proving once again that friends are friends –near or far, here or gone away.

When I was about 7 years old, things that most parents would probably not want their children to do were my favorites going to the beach alone, climbing trees, rooftops and even flagpoles, playing in the streets and going out with the big boys.

The Desert is Fertile

By Sr. Remedios de los Reyes, OSB

Sr. M. Remedios left the Philippines and went to Africa to respond to God’s call of becoming a Missionary Benedictine Sister. Here she shares with us her life in Namibia as a teacher.

Off to Africa

In March 9, 1993, I was sent to Africa as Missionary Benedictine Sister. Namibia is very beautiful. Windhoek is the capital city. Afrikaans and English are the official languages and German is the local language. The African populations follow traditional animistic beliefs. However, many have been converted to Christianity. Education has become available to all since the country gained its independence in March 21, 1990.

A Brave Woman

By Fr. Jim Mulroney

A Young worker chooses to suffer with her workmates rather than accept a bribe.

Several hours of following a trail of former addresses brought me to the font door of the home of Delma, her husband Rikki and their three children, I was in the middle of one of Manila’s largest squatter areas, and even on his hot, dry night, the soil oozed water my feet. Philsite is a swamp it cradles a shanty homes of 30,000 people. I entered their stuffy two room home and we spoke excitedly over the scream of mosquitoes. It was 13 years since I had last met Delma. She was then a 20 year old catechist at a community centre in a shanty town in another part of Manila. She had left her catechist job to work in a department store; her mother was sick so Delma needed a bigger income. Educated, intelligent and articulate she was promoted to section head. However, the staff saw her qualities, too. There been a long running dispute with the management about payment for overtime. Everyone had to work nine hours a day and were only paid eight. When they heard their union representative had been paid P160, 000 pesos for her resignation, they began to look towards Delma as one of their leaders.

Bloom Where You are

By Bo Sanchez

I’ve been traveling too much. I sometimes wake up in the morning wondering what city I’m in. Am I in Davao? Or Bacolod? Or Toronto. Or L.A.? Or Jakarta? Or Cebu?

Everything is a giant blur.

But at moment I step outside into the sunny day and inhale the heavy, poisonous, potent, mutant, radioactive, genetically –altering, tuberculosis-causing, cancer-inducing fumes of the air...

Forbidden Isle

By Josefina Evidente, DC

I am Sr. Josefina Evidente, a Daughter of Charity of St. Vincent de Paul. I am working with three other Daughters of Charity, (one American, and two Filipinos) in this tiny island of Quemoy or Kinmen. Since this is a strategic place and because of the tensions between the two Chinas I have to limit my description of this beautiful mission to our apostolate here.

Inside Showbiz

By Mario J. De los Reyes

I am an assistant to the Great Artist. I was only in the kindergarten in Letran when I realized I wanted to be a director. Whenever there was a show, a declamation contest for Christmas decoration contest, I was always assigned to be in Charge, even at the early age.

But my dream to be a director flourished because I lover the movies. I would sell macopa, the proceeds of which I used to watch double program movies of Sampaguita Pictures or LVN at Clover, Majestic in Recto and others. And then, when I entered the seminary, I continued to volunteer my services to the drama guild.

The Smile of a Child is worth It

By Fr. Rudy Ramos, CICM

Suru

On the playground of Sao Martinho, a six year old child is crying alone. Her name is Luciana but everybody calls her Suru. She has just quarreled with her friends in kindergarten. On her shoulder is the mark of the burns. They told me that year ago her mother had heated a spoon and hit the shoulder of Suru. The mother was drunk. Three years before her husband had left her. 

The Tex-Mexico Dilemma

By Fr. Michael Montoya

Father Michael Montoya, a native of the Philippines, was sent to the US Province after his novitiate in 1990 for his theological formation. Ordained in 1994, he has been working in St. Joseph the Worker Parish since then.

Salt of the Earth...
Light of the World

The fire on the wicked of the candle dances briskly and brightly, giving a sparkling effect to the grains of salt on the platter next to it. A bible lies open at the Gospel of Matthew announcing, “You are the salt of the earth...the light of the world.”

Water, Water Everywhere Nor Any Drop To Drink

By Fr. Welfredo L. Lañete, SVD

Surrounded by Water

El Banco is a historic town in the province of Magdalena, Colombia. It is surrounded by water yet suffers lack of water. At El Banco is the confluence of two big rivers of Colombia – the Magdalena and the Cesar rivers. To the northeast of El Banco is the big lake called Zapatosa. On the other side is another lake called Chilloa. With this water situation, the majority of the people of El Banco are fisherman and farmers.

Sing Sing

By Bro. Mario G. Dorado, OFMCap

Bro. Mario Dorado joins the native dancing and discovers a new way to inculturation.

Singing our History

Recently we had a youth rally for the five highland regions of Papua New Guinea. Before the rally, the youth asked me to join them in their “Singsing” – their way of dancing and singing the different parts of their history and culture. I did not have any second thoughts about is because I believe that’s’ one way of winning the youth. And I was correct.

Angola Diary

Fr. Efren de Guzman, SVD

January

January 12, Friday

One of our beloved lepers died. His name is Macupa, 39 years old. Our leper catechists read the psalm 116: “Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his saints.” During our shared homily, another leper said: “People usually think of the dark side of death. For us lepers, death is a blessing from God. For us lepers, death is not gloom but glory.”

By Fr Joseph Panabang SVD

Joe is the name

“What is in a name?” is a program watched on television. Then I recalled my own name history. At the seminary we were three Joe’s. They called me Joepay (shortened from of Joseph Panabang to distinguish me from the other two. Then at the basketball court, they called me “Magic Joe” alluding to my style of play. Then came the new soft drinks Mountain Dew and they called me “Mountain Joe” (referring to mountainous Kalinga where I come from). Next was my mission appointment to Ghana Africa, whereupon my classmates called the "Chief Joepay” as a joke. Then when I shared my experiences from Ghana in the magazine MISYON the editor called me Fr. Joe-ker. Pinoy in Ghana. So what’s my next name?