I didn’t expect to be so moved.
Last week, while I was in El Salvador, a seventeen year old
died in our village. While Rigoberto was fishing, he fell into the water and
drowned.
Gloria, my neighbor and a leader in the church here, told me
that he was her godson and that I would recognize him because he was one of the
guys who played futbol (soccer) in
the small field across from her house.
Tonight was the last night of the novenario, the nine nights of prayer in the house of the deceased –
usually with the rosary and other prayers.
When I entered the crowded room, I went up to the altar and
looked at the picture of Rigoberto in a soccer shirt.
I found tears coming to my eyes. I recognized him but really
didn’t know him. I had seen him often but never really spent time talking with
him.
RESOLUTION: Spend more time just standing around, talking
with folks. And try to remember their names.
I asked where his parents were. His mother was in the
kitchen. No surprise. Since she and other women had probably been spending most
of the day making tamales for those who would come to be with the family for
this last night.
I spent a little time with her and then went back to the
main room. Gloria asked me to lead the first decade of the rosary.
After the rosary was over they were going to have a
Celebration of the Word. I was tired (after a long day on my feet at the
ordinations) and I also hadn’t eaten. So I left after the Rosary was finished.
I went to the kitchen and talked briefly to the grandmother
and mother. The grandmother wanted to send a tamale home with me. I deferred,
mentioning I don’t eat meat.
Then I went outside.
What is very interesting is that most of those inside were
women. Most of the men were sitting or standing around outside.
I spoke with a few of them. I asked a small group of young
men if they were friends. They were and
one of them was a brother. I walked up to another group and spoke briefly with
them.
I saw a young man who often played futbol in the field and probably knew Rigoberto well. I remarked
how he had lost someone who had shared the soccer field with him.
I walked home, praying the Jesus prayer.
But I thought as I walked home that I wondered if I should
have asked the young guys what was the best memory they had of Rigoberto,
giving them an opportunity to share their feelings.
RESOLUTION 2: Spend time offering people, especially young
men, a space to share that they are feeling and thinking.
When I got home, I wrote a brief note on Facebook. The sentence
read:
I feel privileged to be a part of this community and to be allowed to accompany them.
It is a blessing to be allowed to share in people’s sorrows
and joys. May I be worthy of their trust in me.
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