Its Back to Work for Me!

Well...I'm baaaaaccckk!!  In July I returned home to Buffalo to do fundraising through the Catholic Church's mission appeals for the Oikos Mission.  I spoke at three different churches for three consecutive weekends.  Everywhere I went people were so giving and receptive.  It was great!  Then I was able to spend a few weeks with my family before returning to the Philippines to finish my missionary year.  It was an unexpected trip home, and I had a wonderful time!!

Sometimes I feel like a yo-yo.  Going back and forth, to and fro, from the U.S. to the Philippines.  Every time I get to Buffalo, settle in, get used to the life and movement there, it's time to go back to the Philippines.  And it seems the same is true in the reverse.  It's dizzying.  And yet, I cannot imagine life without my family in America or without my family in Borongan.  But then I flip the coin and see how incredibly lucky I am to have such beautiful people in my life, that I am, amazingly enough, given the means to travel and have people who love me in both places.   The negative image of the yo-yo falls away in the face of all of those blessings.  ...just some musings...

Anyways, I'm back in the Philippines and have noticed something.  It's not really anything that's new to me.  Sometimes I can see the same thing many times and  at the 10th time I've seen it, I am moved in a particular way.  Looking out of my hotel room this morning...(yes, the Oikos Sisters get a hotel room for me the day I arrive so I can rest from my travels and build up my strength from the weariness of moving half way around the world...more blessings)...anyways, looking out of my hotel room this morning, the first thing I saw was color.  The amazing, vibrant, almost shocking color of the dock here in Tacloban, Western Samar in the Philippines.  The boats are painted in a vast array of bright and eye-catching colors.  Sitting in the port, as the early morning sunshine beams down and casts a reflection on the gently rippling crystal blue water, the colors of these boats are magnified, almost too pretty to look at.  Then you notice the people, dressed in summery clothes in consideration of the humid Filipino heat, carrying baskets of fruits and vegetables to sell, pulling carts full of the same, hoping to sell enough to survive the day.  And the birds, chittering and flying about, waiting for the perfect opportunity to grab a tidbit for themselves.  It is a dazzling sight.  Then, your eyes are almost blinded by the reflection of the morning sun on metal, tin to be exact.  See, all along the beautifully colored dock with the beautiful people and birds, are tiny shacks with tin roofs.  People, families, live in these tiny shacks along the road next to the sea.  And once again I see the dichotomy of the world.  How can beauty and destitution live so close to each other?  How can something seen at 4 floors up look so peaceful and idyllic, and yet in reality, is bordering on death.  And where do I fit in in all of this??  

It seems, even on my second day here, I am face to face with a stark reality.  What am I doing here?  What is my purpose here? 

You know, a few weeks ago, my mother had a dinner in which she invited me and my nieces and nephew who have been doing some missionary work  (Passing on the torch!!!) to share about our missionary experiences.  Anyways, after the stories about the work that we had all done, stories of hope and stories of sadness, a question was staring us all in the face.  What's it all for?  What difference did I make?  If any???

I remembered a quote from St. Mother Teresa of Calcutta, "We ourselves feel that what we are doing is just a drop in the ocean. But the ocean would  be less without that one drop."

Love.  I came here to love.  To live love.  That's all.  It's what we are all supposed to do wherever we are.  To love one another.  Whether it is in our hometowns or half way around the world, in the workplace or on vacation, we are called to love/. And when we do that, when love is the motivation for what we do, anything we do is enough.  We may never know in this life what difference we made in the lives of others, in the world...but you can rest assured that when you act out of love, you do make a difference in someone's life, in the world, even in yourself!  That's what it's all for!!! Xxoo

A Trip to South Korea!!

In May of this year, I had an amazing opportunity to go to South Korea to a place called Kkottongnae.  This is an order of priests, nuns, brothers and lay volunteers that work in South Korea, near Seoul, caring for the abandoned, forgotten, and homeless people.  I was there with most of the Oikos Sisters attending an immersion retreat, learning about the Kkottongnae philosophy of loving others.  So, in a nutshell... (we'll make it a coconut shell because its a big one and we can fit a lot in there!):

Kkottongnae was started by a priest named Fr. John Oh in the 70's.  He had just become a new priest.  He already had a love of abandoned people at the time of his encounter with Grandfather Che, but here's the story...

One night Fr. John was on the streets in Seoul when he spotted a beggar.  Fr. John could tell that the man was sick as he knocked on doors and asked for rice.  The man was dressed in ripped rags and was stooped over, as if in pain.  Fr. John decided to follow him to see where he lived.  When the man arrived at his destination, a drafty place under a bridge, what Fr. John saw astounded him.  This poor man who was sick and in pain wasn't begging for himself, but for the 18 other beggars under the bridge with him who were more sick than he.  Fr. John knew immediately that this was no chance encounter.  The Holy Spirit had led him there to see this man, and at that moment one of the foundational philosophies of Kkottongnae was born:  Even if you only have the strength to beg for food, it is a blessing from the Lord.

From there, Father John built a home for the poor and abandoned.  He only had one American dollar, but he used it wisely and with that and through inspired donations, the first home for the poor was built.  It was a simple home, but it was well built and it's foundation was love and charity.  Over the years, Kkottongnae has grown, volunteers came to work with Father John, some so inspired by his life that they wanted to join him as priests, sisters and brothers.  Father John began working with the South Korean government, helping them to write social welfare laws for the true good of the people, and the government began helping him and his order.  Today, close to 50 years later, Kkottongnae is growing and thriving in South Korea, and in other countries throughout the world.

In this immersion/retreat, we learned and saw so many things.  I'll give you the highlights, the things that really touched me.

At Kkottongnae, there are many state of the art buildings.  They have a university, an elderly home, an orphanage, a retreat center where we stayed and a home for the disabled.  We met this woman pictured on the left.  I wish I could remember her name.  She was probably a little older than me.  She had no use of her hands and arms.  But that did not stop her one bit.  She writes, eats, even does cross-stitch with her feet!!  I kid you not.  She wrote a beautiful prayer for us that one of the brothers interpreted.  It was 2 pages long!!  She even goes up to the second floor where the more sick people live and she helps to feed them!!  I just remembered being floored by her story.  How many times in my life have I complained about my inability to do something, whatever it was, and never finished the project, and here this angel is, thanking God for her life and for the ability He gave her to love others and help them.  Talk about a wake-up call!!

Here is Sister Michelle with a young man whose greatest desire in life was to go to school.  He did in fact go to the school that Kkottongnae runs for people with disabilities.  The school was begun for him, as a matter of fact.  One day his doctor asked him what he wanted, and he said I want to go to school.  The school isn't far from the Kkottongnae campus and many of the city's disabled children go there, thrive there.  At this time he lives in the hospital because he has gotten sick.  By the way, the hospital is located on the campus as well.  One of the great things about Kkottongnae is that they are able to work with the government for the sake of the people they care for.  The government subsidizes the mission for it's help of all the poor people they serve.  So his medical needs and daily living expenses are paid for by the government.  And what do you think this guy does with the extra money that he has after his bills are paid?  He buys eggs for poor children who live in Africa.  Once again, I kid you not. 

Kkottongnae is a prolife mission.  Here is a fetus garden for aborted babies.  They try to help mothers to make the decision to give life to their babies and also offer post abortive care for mothers.  They have a center on their campus where they teach families how to love their children and elderly parents, how abandoning them is wrong and where they can go for help.  They care so tenderly for everyone seeking their assistance.  And that's not all, they care for people at their time of natural death and even after.  They are building a cathedral in their cemetery.  The bricks that make up the cathedral are for the ashes of the people that die there for most have no families who want to care for them, even after they die.  And they pray so beautifully for the souls of their loved ones who have died.  At Kkottongnae, they truly live out a prolife mission, caring and loving all they serve from conception until natural death, and even beyond that. 

 These are pictures of the bricks that will be placed in the cathedral holding the ashes of the deceased, and on the right is the cathedral in the midst of being built. I think this meant so much to me because its one thing to care for the person in front of you...I find it very easy to do that.  But at Kkottongnae, they truly, truly care for these people, while in their care and even after they have passed on.  They remember with love and sincere prayers all of the people God has sent to them, living and deceased.  They are the real-deal.  They are quite amazing.

I guess along with all of this, another thing occurs to me.  (well, a lot does) At Kkottongnae, abandoned people, homeless people are not only cared for, they are celebrated.  With no questions or qualifications...you are living, you are breathing therefore I will love you.  They don't get down on people because they are on the streets.  They don't lose patience with people because of where they are in life.  They don't judge the people they help.  If a person wants to get to a better place, at Kkottongnae, they help them to do that, at his or her pace, with patience and understanding.  And if not?  They are given the same love and care.  Theirs is not to judge.  OURS is not to judge.  Oh...you are a child of God?  I will love you.  Period.  I find it refreshing and hope I can bring the spirit of Kkottongnae into my life, my dealings with others...and pass it on!!

"Saranghamnida" means We love you.  And when you say it, your make a heart over your head with your arms, like Sister Clarissa is doing here:

 

And when you're standing with someone, you each put up one arm to make the heart like Sister Minerva and me:

 

Kamsahamnida (thank you) for reading about my experiences in South Korea!!  And many, many thanks to the Oikos Sisters, the Diocese of Borongan and my sponsors for allowing me to experience the amazingness of Kkottongnae!!

 

Most of all, kamsahamnida to the Lord for His goodness to me.  Salamat sa Dios!!

(gee, I'm becoming quite the linguist!)

 

God is good...oh so good!!! 

 

Want to find out more about Kkottongnae?  Go to http://www.eng.kkot.or.kr

 

xoxo

 

Graduation Time in Oikos

Graduations are always exciting times, even here in Oikos.  All of the hard work and time sacrificed to studies has paid off and has culminated to a jubilant walk across the stage signifying crossing from one side of life to another.  The scholars in Oikos have worked so very hard and we are all so very proud of all of them!!!  These are the students who are sponsored by the Poor Household of God and who board within the Oikos Mission Houses, called Oikos Angels, who graduated college this year:

Kate graduated with a Bachelors Degree in Business Administration

Benedict graduated with a Bachelors Degree in Elementary Education

Rosalinda graduated with a Bachelors Degree in Elementary Education

Maria Lyn graduated with a Bachelors Degree in Elementary Education

Joy Lyn graduated with a Bachelors Degree in Agriculture

Ivan (Cum Laude) and Lino graduated from the College Seminary with Bachelor Degrees in Philosophy.  Both of them are going on to Theology, with hopes of entering the priesthood.

Me with Roselyn, Nanay Evelyn(Ivan's mother), Ivan and Lino

Sister Minerva with Kate and Maria Lyn

Sisters Minerva and Ethel with the graduates from Eastern Samar State University (except for Kate)

Sister Ethel with Lino at the Seminary graduation.

Since the City of Borongan is adding two years on to high school beginning this year, senior high, there were no high school graduations this year, nor will there be any next year.  But we did have a few elementary school graduates this year.  In the Philippines, students graduate from elementary after grade 6:
                                         This is Lhans who graduated from grade 6 and will be
                           attending a boarding school in Cebu run by the Sisters of Mary for poor
                                                                    girls and boys.

This is Jake who graduated with honors from grade 6.  He will be joining

Lhans in the boarding school in Cebu.

 This is Angel who also graduated from grade 6.  Angel will be attending high school here in Borongan. 

 

 

We are all so proud of our graduates!  Truly, all of them have worked so hard to achieve this great honor.  And all of them, all of the Oikos Family, are so grateful to The Poor Household of God who makes it possible for these children not only to go to school, but to be able to have money for their fare to and from school, money for their school projects and for food each day. 

 

And not only that, each one of these students, and in fact ALL of the students sponsored by The Poor Household of God, each one of them knows that this day, their graduation day, might not be possible if it weren't for the generosity and love of people all around the world who sponsor them.  The thoughtfulness and love of these sponsors gives these children wings to succeed in school and in life.  If you are an Oikos Sponsor, THANK YOU!!!

 

If you would like to become an Oikos Sponsor and provide the opportunity for a poor child in the Philippines to break out of  the bonds of poverty, please click here.

 

We give praise and thanks to God for His great providence and love.

 

xxoo 

Holy Week in the Philippines

So... WOW! 

Today it is Easter Sunday and we are celebrating the resurrection of Our Lord Jesus Christ!!  The gifts of Our Lord keep coming to me, as unworthy as I am to receive them.  I do not think that these gifts are in response to anything I did or are for me alone.  We are all surrounded by the gifts of the Lord, we just need to open the eyes of our hearts to see them.  For years I my heart was near-sighted, missing so much.  Now, after being in places where my wants and dreams come, willingly, last, my heartsight has improved immensely...not 20/20 yet, but I'm working on it!!

My lent began with a bang...literally!  After 5am mass on Ash Wednesday, Sister Minerva and I were crossing the street to go home and were hit by a motorcycle.  We didn't see him coming, he was in the wrong lane so we weren't even looking in that direction.  I was knocked down on my right back side and hit my head on the ground.  Sister Minerva landed hard on her knees.  The driver was an unlicensed kid who was in a hurry.  All of us are ok.  My biggest pain is in my tailbone area and Sister Minerva's knee is slowly improving.  But, after the shock of it all, it occurred to me that I was supposed to make empanadas on that day with the Baking Mamas to sell for snacks.  The only problem being that it was Ash Wednesday, a day of fasting.  Would we be leading people into temptation by making and selling empanadas on this day?  Here in the Philippines, most people are Catholic.  Well, the blessing of this  day was that I don't remember being hit at all.  What I remember is crossing the street, feeling like I was hit by a pillow and landing on a pillow.  I can't even remember hitting my head.  The fall didn't hurt at all.  Now, afterwards the pain came, and came big, but I must have been surrounded by angels during the accident!!  So, no empanadas were made on Ash Wednesday, our consciences were clean and I just rested the whole day. 

My first Holy Week in the Philippines was without a doubt, the most meaningful one I think I have ever had.  On Holy Thursday, we went to morning prayer at the cathedral.  Then, at 4pm, we attended the Last Supper Mass.  It was celebrated by the Bishop with about 8 other priests concelebrating.  It was a beautiful mass attended by so many people that there must have been a few hundred people standing outside the church because there wasn't enough room for them inside.  The bishop washed the feet of 10 parishioners.  Then, the Oikos Sisters and all of the co-workers, of which I am one, went to Providence Home for our Last Supper ceremony and washing of the feet.  It was a love-filled dinner, one that reminded me of the Holy Thursday dinners of my youth.  Then for the washing of feet, we all took turns washing everyone's feet.  For me, it was an incredible bonding experience that I took very seriously.  Feet have always been my least favorite part of the body!!!  Aside from babies, whose feet I love to nibble on and kiss, I can't remember a time when I even touched someone else's feet!!  And to kneel at someone's feet, wash and dry them, kiss them...it is a humbling experience.  But it brought home to me the message of Jesus on this night like no other experience in my life.  After the dinner and feet washing, we went to the cathedral for Eucharistic Adoration.  Our hour was from 11pm to 12am with other religious sisters and the college seminarians.  Truly beautiful.

Once we got to bed, around 1ish, I did as the Filipinos often say, I slept hard and fast because we had to be up again around 4:30!!  At 5am on Good Friday, we had morning prayer at the Cathedral, and then that was followed by Stations of the Cross at dawn.  Not inside the church, which has always been my experience, no this was out around the city of Borongan.  Walking with the Bishop of Borongan, Bishop Crispin Varquez, and about 3 thousand other people, we stopped at each station to kneel and pray right in the street.  As the sun rose, we walked and prayed.  It was so solemn and beautiful!  I saw one woman walking barefoot.  Later I asked Sister Minerva about it.  She said the woman did that as a sacrifice.  The roads in Borongan are not smooth.  They are concrete with little pebbles and big stones scattered around the road, with cracks and uneven parts...it must have been very painful. Sister Minerva said she has done that a few times as well.  It hurts my feet just to think about it!!  Singing, walking, praying out in the street in a procession of sorrow laced with hope for all of Borongan to see...it was easily the most meaningful Stations of the Cross I have ever experienced.

Later that day, I went to a series of talks on the 7 last words that Christ spoke on the cross.  One of the talks was given by Sister Minerva, "Woman, here is your son; son, your mother."  Sister Clarissa gave a talk on the words, "My God, My God, why have you abandoned Me." Both sisters gave great talks on the words they were given to speak on.  Afterwards, we attended the 3pm service at the Cathedral which was followed by another procession throughout the city.  This was a burial march.  We walked with statues of Saint Peter, Saint Mary Magdalene, Saint Veronica, Saint John, and Sorrowful Mother Mary.  Behind us was Jesus in a glass casket.  This time, there were around 10,000 people!!!  Oh my goodness!!!  Once again, we marched through the city praying the rosary all together.  I know in the U.S. there used to be processions on certain holy days...I have to say, I wish that would come back.  There is something so beautiful about walking throughout your town or city, proudly praying, announcing your faith to all without even speaking to them.  At home in Buffalo, I would sometimes walk around my neighborhood praying the rosary and one time someone asked me what I was doing and we talked about the rosary and Mary for a while.  I think I made a teeny difference in someone's life that day.  How much more of a difference can an entire parish make?  Really...it was such a beautiful day.

Saturday began with morning prayer, and then our preparations for Easter began.  My job was to make pizza and cookies.  Well, with the help of a lot of kids and some of the mothers here, we got the work done in no time!  And what a fun day we had!  We made 6 sheet pizzas, and because of a new oven we received from a friend of Oikos (more on that in another post) we were able to bake all 6 sheet pizzas at the same time!!  It was a great day!  In the evening, around 8:30, we went to the Cathedral for the Easter Vigil mass.  It was quite solemn and beautiful.  I think that mass should be a requirement for Catholics!!  It is just so darn beautiful and full of meaning.  It is a long mass, ours ended after 1am, but well worth the time!!  Once again, the church was packed.  I've never been to a packed church for an Easter Vigil mass. 

After going to bed late again, you'd think I would have slept in late, but alas, I was up once again by 6am!!  I remember waking up on Easter with the thought, God, I thank you for this special time in the Philippines celebrating the sacrifice of Your Son and His glorious resurrection.  I truly have not felt this close to You in a long time.  And although all of the services and masses have not been in English, I have felt surrounded by Your mighty presence.  It is hard to not have anything familiar to me...none of the traditions and celebrations here are like the ones I have always had at home and a sense of loneliness came upon me.  I remember thinking not even songs are ones that I can connect to, like my favorite song on Easter, "Jesus Christ is Risen Today."  Well, I got up, got dressed, went into the prayer room to say my morning prayer, and what do you think the morning song was?  yep.  "Jesus Christ is Risen Today!!" Some people may look at that situation and say, What a neat coincidence.  But I say, I've just been hugged by God! 

On Easter we sang, played many games, ate lots of delicious food... spaghetti, pizza, fried chicken, salad, cookies and a delicious mango dessert!  All together for the whole day, the Oikos Family cherished every minute, laughed together and had an amazing day.  Jesus Christ is risen today!!  Alleluia!!! 

Well, because of the accident, my Lent got off to a rough start.  But it was nothing compared to what Jesus suffered, to what millions of people suffer today much worse than me.  It was a wake-up call.  Not only look both ways when crossing the street, but look around you with your heart.  God is present everywhere, He is showering us with blessings every day.  Some may be harder for us to discern than others, but when seen through the eyes of the heart, especially when that vision is 20/20,
His blessings abound!!

Happy Easter, Alleluia, Alleluia!! xxoo

The Baking Mamas Ministry

I would imagine that, if you have been a follower of my blog, you know already how amazing the Oikos Sisters are here in Borongan and throughout all of Eastern Samar.  Their sole purpose here is to help the poor.  Period.  And they will use anything they can and any person willing to help them in their purpose.  They often tell me that whoever comes to them is sent by God to help them and is welcome in the Oikos Mission.  The Sisters are very good in finding people's talents and figuring out ways in which one person's gifts can be useful in their endeavors... they may even create new programs or rustle up old ideas put aside for lack of help and bring them to life in the mission.

And so it is with me!!  In my first trip, the Sisters made use of my talent and education in the field of education.  I taught weekly catechesis to the elementary and high school students, among other things.  In this mission, my cooking skills are being highlighted, and in a way that is so cool!!!

One of the goals of the Oikos Mission is to help poor people in finding livelihoods that can help bring them out of poverty and take care of their families.  They have a fruit and vegetable growing program and a piglet recycling and fattening program to teach people and give them a way to provide for their families.  The thing that I absolutely love about the Oikos livelihood programs is that the Sisters help the people, they will even give them supplies needed to start their new livelihood and offer rewards as incentives to keep the people motivated through the length of their program...but, the people themselves do the lion's share of the work.  They sign an contract or covenant agreeing to do the work needed to receive help from the Sisters, and there is a penalty if the people drop out.  Nothing huge, but the people know, going in, that they have to work, and work hard, to be successful in the Oikos Livelihood Programs, and continuing on after the program is over.

The Sisters are trying very hard to help the mothers around Borongan to rise up above their poverty and reach for more for their families.  They have tried to start a few programs to help the mothers, but so far, none has really taken off.  Well, when I returned to the Oikos Mission in October, the Sisters began talking about a cooking/baking livelihood program for the mothers.  It has taken a bit of time to get rolling...but we are rolling!!!  Of the 10 mothers the Sisters have invited to take part in this pilot program, all 10 are interested in it!!  Working out the schedules of everyone and the talents of all will take a bit of time, but here's the gist of it:

In Borongan, many mothers make and sell a lot of food on the street.  Most of it is deep fried...delicious, but not too healthy!  Not many people here have ovens, so baking is not really done at all except in the bakeries.  Well...that's our tactic!  We bake!  We have two large toaster ovens that we use.  Mary Jane Trinkus endearingly calls this group "The Baking Mamas".  So far we have made tons of empanadas!!  We've made sweet ones and savory...and every single time we make them, they sell out!!!  People want more!!!  Yeahea!!!  The idea is to branch out into other baked goods as well, but to be known for one or two particular baked goods that people can order.  Most of the mothers are unfamiliar with baking, so I am the teacher, organizer and treasurer of the group.  But the goal is to teach them, build up their confidence in baking, perhaps get a stand or storefront (!) and hand it over to them to do!  It is a new project so there have been a few bumps, and  there will probably be more, but, let me tell you how awesome it is to see the huge smiles on the mothers faces as they come back from selling, having sold out and been told how "marasa" (delicious) the food is and that they want MORE!!!  Even now, I can see the confidence growing in the mothers I have been working with, and their excitement is palpable.  And can I also just say that there is an incredible, undeniable feeling of unbelievable joy in having had a part in putting that smile on that face.  That smile that says I did it, I can help my family, I am so enjoying this. 

You know, God is so good, and He is so wise!  When I left teaching and got into catering and restaurant working, I began saying that one day I want to combine teaching and cooking in some way.  Never in my wildest imaginings did I think for a minute that I would leave everything and everyone I know and love to combine the two in the missions, almost exactly half way around the world from my loved ones!!  But God placed that desire in my heart and He knew where He was leading me.  Not to be the one in the front accepting the thanks and recognition, but to be the support and a guide to others to succeed.  I never knew it could be, but it is so much better!!

Here are some pictures of the Baking Mamas making empanadas:

 


And here are our ovens!! 

 

Please pray for the success of the Baking Mamas!!  Who knows where it could lead if this pilot program really takes off!!  To God be the Glory!!!!!  Thank you!! xxoo

If you want to learn more about all of the programs the Oikos Sisters have to help the poor here in the Philippines, check out the website, http://www.PoorHouseholdofGod.org

Update on the Charity Village!!!

Quite a long time ago, the Oikos Sisters began dreaming about building a village where the poor people of Eastern Samar could live, those without land or a home of their own.  One of the philosophies of the Oikos Sisters is that all things happen in God's time.  We cannot demand or rush God...we simply have to trust.
Well, it was just about one year ago that things began rolling for the Charity Village, and now we are in "full swing" mode!  It seems like every month there is a new development, a new accomplishment or a new challenge making itself known in the dream land of the Oikos Sisters.

The Charity Village, just to remind you, is on land donated to the Oikos Sisters...1.5 hectors, in fact.  It is located in a central part of Borongan, away from the river and a little bit higher than the surrounding areas.  This makes the Oikos Sisters quite happy...basically being on land that is not prone to flooding.  The land is rich in flora and fauna, having many coconut trees, fruit trees, avocado trees, and beautiful plants.  The Sisters plan to add to the bounty coming from the earth with a community garden where all of the residents of the Charity Village will learn how to grow vegetables and be responsible for the garden's care.  The plan right now is to have 25 homes built, along with a chapel, an evacuation center and a medical clinic.  The evacuation center will be three stories and will house the Oikos convent, rooms for scholars, a large meeting area and plenty of room for many people to find refuge in times of need.  And the medical clinic will include rooms for OB/Gyn care, ambulatory care, a dental clinic, beds for overnight care should that be necessary and the Oikos charity pharmacy.  There are local doctors who donate their time to clinics such as the one the Oikos Sisters are planning.  Right now, the Sisters have funding for 21 out of the 25 homes and, the awesome news is...they have begun building the homes!!!

The first two homes were built during the Diocese of Joliet Partnership in Mission Medical Mission that was in Borongan during the first two weeks of February 2017.  Along with the medical team, a construction team also donates their time, talent and treasure to the poor people of Borongan.  Together with local community volunteers, the mission team made first homes of the Charity Village a reality for the Oikos Sisters!!

   Working long hours in the sun and the rain, the construction team did an absolutely amazing job building the homes that are sure to be the answer to many prayers here in the poorest region in the Philippines.  For certain, the team of missionaries and volunteers have answered the prayers of the Oikos Sisters!

So...without further ado... (drum roll, please...) here are                                                                   THE FIRST TWO HOMES IN THE CHARITY VILLAGE:

 

We give praise and thanks to God for His generosity and His providence.

And we thank the many people who have been praying for the Oikos Sisters and their endeavors.

What is up next for the Charity Village?  A road will be built for easy access to the land and construction on more houses will begin.
What is still needed for the Charity Village?  Funding for a few more homes (the cost to build one home is $2500.00 for labor and supplies) and funding is also needed for the evacuation center, a few more homes and the medical clinic.  If you want to help financially, you can donate here.  And your prayers are always needed and appreciated. xxoo

When Jesus Sighs

Sometimes when I am listening to the readings at mass, one phrase jumps out at me and either stuns me, makes me laugh, makes me cringe or shudder.  And, as the daily readings in the Catholic liturgy rotate every three years, its not like I haven't heard all of these things before.  At times, I think God allows us to hear something for the first time, even though we've listened to it many times before.  For some reason, at a certain time, our hearts are more ready to explore thoughts and ideas that can help us become closer to God than at other times.  God, who knows us better than we even know ourselves, can pinpoint the moments we are ready to really hear Him.

So, the phrase that caught my attention the other day was this: "With a sigh from the depths of His spirit..." taken from the Gospel of Mark, chapter 8.  In the gospel, Jesus was addressing the Pharisees who were asking Him for a sign, trying to test Him. 

I know that I have sighed like that before.  As a teacher with my first or fourth grade students, when trying, for the 80th time, to explain something to someone, many times at myself!!  A sigh from the depths of your being.  I know I have heard that kind of sigh before, sometimes directed at me!!  A sigh felt throughout your entire body.  It says more than one thousand words can, you know? 

I never thought about Jesus sighing like that before.  I have talked about my experiences with religious education before...even though I had gone to a Catholic school, my education of the faith could be described as "fluffinutter catechesis."  Even though I know my teachers were doing what they were told to do, and were very hard working, I think they fell short on passing on our Catholic Faith.  Jesus loves me...I love Jesus...I love others.  So, even though I have learned more on my own and have grown quite a lot in my faith, I still see Jesus as always patient, loving, and kind.  Even though there are places in the gospels where He calls people fools, turns over selling tables in the temple, and seems to have a difficult time getting through to his apostles, my early catechesis causes me to glaze over such parts when I hear them.  But sometimes, like the other day, it gets through my thick skull and pierces my heart, makes me think.

A sigh like that usually isn't in anger... maybe frustration, losing patience, longing for understanding.  It makes me think of the times I may have caused Jesus to sigh like that... like all the times I didn't hear Him asking me to become a missionary!!   The Filipinos have a phrase they say, and actually it is just 2 words, but when they say it, I can feel a sigh like that.  Usually it is said tinged with humor, but sometimes it seems like a sigh like the one Jesus had in today's reading.  They say to me,  "Ayyye Sarah."  It always makes me laugh.  But now I think sometimes Jesus is up in heaven, watching us, trying His hardest to help us, and sometimes blowing out His breath, saying "Ayyye Sarah," or Bob or Jennifer or Peter...whoever. 

In the missions, I can see many things that might cause Jesus to sigh from the depths of His spirit, thinking when will they finally love each other, when will they finally open their eyes and see who it is that is in front of them?  And in our world... oh my, His spirit must be hurting I think.  At the many times we turn on each other, the many times we fail to love one another, the many times we put ourselves first, the many times we are not patient, kind, understanding and caring. 

If you put everything else aside... finances, societal pressures, politics, economic classes, skin color, all the things that the devil has constructed to divide us and just see who God created each of us to be, maybe we can save Jesus some of His breath, and live much happier lives.  But we can't wait for someone else to start.  Gotta start now, just me, just you...and others will see the good works we do and want to be included.

The greatest need of our generation is for God's Word to be taught clearly and undiluted, and for Christians to demonstrate that it works.  After all, we are the walking, talking evidence before the world that God's Word is true.

There!  That's a lot of thinking from 9 words in the bible!!  When Jesus is looking at me and says, "Ayyye Sarah," I want it to be with a twinkle in His eye and a smirk on His lips!!  😉

xxoo