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Category: Mission Experiences

  • THE GIFTED YOUTH-MISSION VOLUNTEERS

    THE GIFTED YOUTH-MISSION VOLUNTEERS

    When the Parish Mission in Balabagan, Lanao del Sur was being planned, our major concern was not on security because it’s a Muslim majority community and not because of restrictions of the health protocols. These were given situations already and necessary measures were already conceptualized. The major concern was, who will be part of the mission team? As a matter of fact, there were only two young Redemptorist Priests and one seasoned Lay Missionary and the possible participation of three seminarians. Yet, this number was not enough.

    In order to respond to this major concern, we need the presence of Youth-Mission Volunteers. Why the young people? The young can easily adapt and mostly characterized by their readiness to learn and unlearn.

    A photo after the Thanksgiving Mass at Our Mother of Perpetual Help Chapel, Purakan, Balabagan, LdS.

    We have expected to have two or three Youth-Mission Volunteers. However, as soon as we have started the Parish Mission, we got two full time, two semi-full time and 2 part time Youth-Mission Volunteers. We have a total of six. This was more than enough.

    Mimi

    Of the six, we have Mimi, a teacher by profession. She resigned from her online teaching career few weeks before the mission began. Mimi is an active member of our Redemptorist Youth Ministry who is already serving and assisting RYM-Iligan during her free time.

    Pearllyn

    There was Pearllyn, known to many as La Ling. She’s a Tourism graduate, a choir leader, half Meranaw – half Christian and speaks Meranaw fluently. Herself and Mimi were our fulltime volunteers and the princesses of the team.

    We have Charles, a college student and an incoming college seminarian of the Prelature of Marawi. He’s quite shy but bright, sensitive to the needs of the team and dependable. With him was Darwin, also a college student, who became a family decision-maker. He’s confident, and intelligent  whose potentials and talents are about to be discovered. Both of them were our semi-fulltime volunteers. Though they were expected to join us on weekends after their online and modular classes but have been with us most of the time. This did not affect their studies though, but was able to manage their time well.

    Charles, Sir John, Jom, Sir Jeorge and Darwin after the Rite of Commissioning of the four at the chapel of San Isidro Labrador Parish.

    We also have with us two teachers. Sir Jeorge is an elementary teacher. He’s an in-demand teacher by the parents because of the quality of teaching he gives to his pupils. He’s gifted with patience and big amount of understanding. There was Sir John too, a friend during my novitiate year. He’s a former seminarian of the Missionaries of Jesus and now a Senior High School Teacher.

    The 3-month Parish Mission would not be possible, lively and fruitful without the presence of these six gifted, talented and self-sacrificing Youth-Mission Volunteers. Each of them gave not just the best in them but the whole of their being for this mission.

    Thus, being with them gave me such three wonderful experiences which I would like to emphasize.

    First, it was a fun-filled experience being with these guys. Our group-study sessions, dishwashing and cooking assignments, practices and module simulations were filled with laughter. We always found the brighter side of our work and of our ministry. We were not only limited to giving sessions and prayer meetings and sacraments to the people, we have also spent time together picking young ferns for salad, digging sweet potatoes, opening up coconuts, eating, playing, swimming, singing and acting.

    Second, it was a spirit-filled experience being with them. We know that the spirit brings creativity, freshness and youthfulness. There was so much creativity shared and being discovered even from the altar decorations to the presentation of modules and delivery of the talks. The very presence of these Youth-Mission Volunteers brings that freshness and youthfulness in the mission.

    Third, it was a God-filled experience being among them. The mission itself with the presence of the people and of these Youth-Mission Volunteers, these were the very opportunities for me to encounter God. “God is young; He is always new”, as Pope Francis said. Even despite our limitations and imperfections, God makes wonderful things out of us. This was what I have witnessed being among the Youth-Mission Volunteers because of the desire for change, for spontaneity and for life.

    Out of these fulfilling experiences, there are two lessons that I have learned as a missionary priest and as a youth minister.

    First, to allow the young to speak and to speak their mind and their heart. This gives a space for the young to be creative, initiative and sensitive to his and her surrounding and community. Their thoughts and ideas, no matter how naive, lacking and limited, but those are ways to expand their horizon and discover more about themselves and others.

    Second, to learn with them and to become a co-learner with them. This does not diminish the direction of a team leader but it rather enhances the process of learning and unlearning things. This helps one another to slowly unravel each gifts and talents, affirm and correct one another.

  • KINDNESS FLOWING LIKE A RIVER

    KINDNESS FLOWING LIKE A RIVER

    About mid-morning, our sub-team loaded our mission vehicle with 12 pieces of plywood to be delivered to Barrio Bakikis. This was a village in the Municipality of Kapatagan, Lanao del Sur but still part of the Parish of San Isidro Labrador in Balabagan. From the Parish Church, the Barrio was about 8 kilometers with a shallow but wide river to cross.

    It was raining the night before but when we have reached the river, it was still shallow and the water was clear, enough for us to see the sand below. We have to cross the river again, we did it many times before this. Yet, ahead of us was a big truck loaded with sacks of cement already stuck and buried in the sand.

    I wanted to take the risk. To make sure of it, I asked Darwin, our local-youth mission volunteer to check the level of the water. The water was below the knee. It was very shallow.  So, I took the risk and took the right side of the already-stuck-and-buried truck. I was confident then, our mission vehicle is a four-wheel drive. I engaged the gear and drove.

    To my horror, our mission vehicle began to slow down once it was fully in the river. I felt the sand below was soft but deep. It was like mud. My confidence fell down and I knew at that moment, there will be two vehicles stuck in the sand of that river. No matter how I stepped on the gas, the tires got more buried in the sand. I had to stop then, and prepared to get wet.

    It was sunny and the heat was scorching. It was still mid-morning and the rain would usually come late in the afternoon. Yet, I noticed, the longer I stood in the sand, my feet were slowly buried. I realized, the tires of our mission vehicle as well as of that big truck, were slowly being buried into the sand.

    I was very worried and blamed myself for being so confident. People along the river watched us but no one dared to help us, at least not yet at that moment.

    A Christian who recognized me as the new priest, crossed the river with his motorcycle. He volunteered to get help from Barrio Bakikis. He noticed that there were strong and well-built men along the river, but expressed his dismay that they will not be able to help us. They were Mëranaw, an Islamized Indigenous group of people in Mindanao. It was their Holy Ramadhan and they must have been fasting. They could not help us and not willing to help us this time. “They do not have the strength,” he said. This was understandable. I can only blame myself. The man went with Jenel, our postulant to call for a rescue.

    Yet, it was almost an hour, no rescue arrived. The tires were slowly buried in the sand. I became more worried and anxious. Several small and four-wheeled cars have crossed the river already and offered us no help.

    However, something inspiring happened. It began with a young man, he was a Mëranaw, who tried to cross the river with his motorcycle from our side but got stuck too in the middle.

    Immediately, Mimi and Pearllyn, our lady-youth mission volunteers offered help to him. The three of them pushed the motorcycle. But to the disappointment of the man, who did not understand Cebuano, his motor got more buried in the sand. I came and help them too. The only way to rescue it, was by carrying it. And so we carried the motor with all our strength. It was not that big but it was really heavy. Finally, he was able to cross the river.

    To my surprise, he did not go ahead to his destination. He left his motorcycle in dry land and secured it and went back to us. By that time, few men arrived from Barrio Bakikis to help us but they were not enough. The young Mëranaw joined with us and lo and behold, other Mëranaw who were merely watching earlier joined us in the river. The young Mëranaw personally tied the rope and led in pulling our vehicle. Another Mëranaw man volunteered to maneuver our car. Others were at the back to help in pushing and others also were lining up with the rope to pull.

    Simultaneously, the car engine kicked then together we pushed and pulled. We did that in three attempts until we have secured the mission car out of the river. There were more than 20 men who pushed and pulled our mission vehicle, both Muslim-Mëranaws and Christians. Everybody was delighted and everyone shared a victorious smile.

    (Once our vehicle was secured, we also tried to do the same to that big truck. Yet, it was just too heavy and our number was not enough. We tried the same process for a few times, but no luck at all. All we could do was contact a bigger truck to pull it back into the dry land. Later, I was informed that the heavy truck was rescued late-afternoon just before it rained again.)

    I realized, it was indeed, a wonderful sight. Not just because our mission car was rescued finally but I saw a rare event where kindness was overflowing like the river at that moment.

    I realized, kindness can cross barriers, boundaries and differences may it be in our language, culture and faith tradition. Our team experienced kindness from people we did not expect. Indeed, kindness from strangers is inspiring and infectious. As kindness inspires and moves people, kindness also touches our heart and soul. Thus, kindness itself is like a river. It freely flows and flows abundantly.

    From this moving and inspiring experience while being stuck in the river, there are two invitations that we can always remember.

    First. Be kind to everyone even to strangers. To be able to express our kindness to a person in need of help reveals our innate goodness. This makes us more human.

    Second. Let our kindness flow and see how it inspires others and brings changes into our heart and mind. Kindness is not a calculated act of charity and does not even count the cost. It does not expect anything in return because kindness is an expression of a truly generous and happy person.

    The Small Christian Community in Barrio Bakikis. The first two photos were during the Thanksgiving Mass, end of the 3-month long mission. The last photo was during the BEC (Basic Ecclesial Community) re-orientation.