Monday, February 04, 2019

A lost month?


I haven’t written in this blog for almost a month. No excuses - just a bit of laziness, I guess.

January is often a quieter month in pastoral work here in western Honduras. But here's an update.

COFFEE

Most of the people are going out each day to harvest coffee, earning between $1.00 and $1.25 for a five-gallon bucket of coffee in cherry. Most experienced people can pick between four and six a day, though I know some young people who claim they can pick between twelve and fifteen. I don’t doubt this since I’ve seen some who can harvest the beans extremely rapidly and carefully.

The coffee harvest is one of the few ways that most people here can earn cash. For this reason, we limit our parish activities, though the pastor still has Mass in at least two villages almost every day.

The coffee situation is extremely precarious this year. The fungus roya has come back and has infected some of the newer varieties of coffee. This can cut down the harvest which especially affects the small coffee farmer who may not have the financial resources to fight the fungus.

But even worse, for the small farmer, is the price that coffee is bringing in – one of the lowest in years. Most farmers sell their beans after they have had the pulp removed and the beans washed, but before they are dried. From what I have heard they are getting less than 70 cents per pound.

The association I am working with will be able to export and sell a small part of their harvests for a decent price to El Zapote Coffee in Ames, Iowa. But most people don’t have that option.

As a result of this and the rising costs of basic goods, the economic situation for most Hondurans continues to worsen. The extremely dry and hot days, unusual for our rainy season, make matters worse.

Volunteers in the parish coffee fields

EMIGRATION

I am thus not too surprised to hear of increased emigration from our area. Until about two years about I had not heard of many leaving, trying to reach the US. But in the last few weeks I have heard of five leaving from a village I know as well as a woman whose four sons left. This does not include the many who have left in the last four or five months – some who made it to the US, some on the border.

HEALTH

The health situation in Honduras is still extremely poor. Funding for health is not sufficient to meet the needs of the people.
One of the most moving parts of my diaconate ministry is visiting the sick.

Each Sunday I try to visit a different community for a Celebration of the Word with Communion. I usually try to visit the sick and home bound.

A few weeks ago in Granadillal, I went with about twelve people, including some young people, to visit four people who were home-bound. We prayed, I share Communion with the sick, and the group sang.

The next week I only had time to visit two persons in San Antonio El Alto. One of the church leaders told me how they go and visit the sick, even going to pray with a non-Catholic. I visited one man, confined to the bed. We prayed and talked. I noticed his prayerfulness and faith and I not so subtly asked if he might want to get married in the church so that he might receive communion.  He said yes.

Then I visited a neighbor. The woman had broken a bone near her ankle but was still experiencing a lot of pain. As I entered the house, I noted two older women applying a poultice to her ankle to relieve the pain.

I spoke with the woman who was clearly experiencing a lot of pain. I could see the tears in her eyes. After praying I shared Communion with her. Before I left I gave her one of the hand crosses for the sick, as a reminder for her of the presence of Jesus with her in her suffering.

SICKNESS

I myself have not been totally healthy. I’ve had a bad chest cold for more than two weeks. I went to a local private clinic and got a shot of penicillin as well as some medicine. However, I had an allergic reaction to one of the medicines and returned to the clinic with swollen lips. That was cleared up with an injection and a change of medicine.

But while I was there, Don Raúl, an older man I know was there with his step-daughter. He had obviously had a stroke (not his first) and was waiting for a ride to the hospital in Santa Rosa. The ride came and he spent a short time there and then returned to his home.

On Saturday we had a meeting of the parish’s delegates of the Word, who lead Sunday celebrations in their communities. Padre German had asked me to do a presentation on the Gospel of Luke, helping them put it into context, as part of the meeting.

I got a phone call from Padre German early that morning, asking me to take over all the morning portion of the meeting. He had gone to visit a sick man in one of the most remote villages – so remote that he had to go on horseback for the last part of the journey. He would not get back to Dulce Nombre for the meeting until late morning. I, of course, agreed.

When I went into Dulce Nombre, I gave a ride to Gloria from Plan Grande. She and Elsa, both communion ministers, had gone the night before at about 10 pm to visit Don Raul. They had to go by car and didn’t get back home till about midnight.

During the meeting, Gloria got a call from a daughter of Don Raúl. When Padre arrived, we told him how Don Raúl was asking about getting married. I told the pastor that I would finish up the morning and that he could go. He went – and Don Raúl wed his wife of many years and received the sacraments of the sick. What joy. I later saw one of his sons, who was baptized at the Easter Vigil about three years ago, and said he has to have a party for his parents!

AUTO BREAK DOWN

Last Monday, I was going to pick up some workers to harvest coffee in the parish fields. The car stopped – but later started. Trying to take people back home after the harvest, the pickup broke down again. I got it home and got it partway to Santa Rosa before it broke down again.


A variety of things led to a breakdown of the engine which, at this moment, is being rebuilt. I should have it back on Wednesday afternoon. Not cheap, but a necessity. My resolution: be much more careful about the pickup, checking fluids, etc., several times a week.

UPCOMING

This Wednesday, we have a meeting of all the catechists of the parish. This year I plan to initiate a small team to help with our formation for catechists and will introduce this to the assembly. We will also begin special formation for new catechists. In addition, I am hoping that we can introduce a new way of doing religious formation in communities where there are more than a few catechists. Up to this point, much of the religious formation of children has been sacramental preparation. The Honduran Bishops’ Conference now has some material to do formation by levels – starting with six year olds. At least one community will be starting this program later this month and I’m hoping that there will be a few more. The material is good, though limited to about 24 sessions pre level. We’ll try to supplement this with material so that there is enough for almost every week of the year.

This Thursday, we have called for a meeting of two representatives of Social Ministry from every community. I am hoping that we have a good turn-out since this is an area that needs a lot of work – both in the formation of people in the parish on the social mission of the church and in response to some serious problems.

One of the most serious problems emerging this year is water. On one part of the parish, the run off from coffee processing has polluted a river causing a terrible odor in several communities and contaminating a source of water. This needs to be investigated and monitored. There is also the problem of water for the communities. Most of the communities get their water from springs in the mountains. There is sometimes a problem of contamination of the source and there is definite a need to monitor the sources and ensure that there is sufficient forestation. There is also the problem of scarcity of water in some places, especially this year. We have had a very dry wet season with much higher temperatures than usual. This is probably due to general climate change but also to the deforestation that we see around us.

I hope that we can organize the parish Social Ministry to respond to these and other needs.

DIOCESAN MEETING OF RELIGIOUS AND CLERGY

Last Saturday, the feast of the Presentation of Jesus in the temple, the diocese celebrated the Day of the Consecrated Life – remember the women and men religious who have dedicated themselves in a special way to service of God and God’s people. This year the bishop also invited the clergy to attend for a presentation, a Mass, and a meal. It was good to be there, seeing some of the sisters whom I’ve known for several years, as well as meeting other as well as some Capuchins from Ocotepeque. It was a day of blessings.


AND MORE

On the feast of the Baptism of the Lord, I went for a Celebration of the Word with Communion to Agua Buena, Concepción, which had initiated a new water project last year. After the celebration we walked up to the water tank, prayed, and blessed the tank. It was a rainy morning and the way up to the water source was too muddy to go there. So we put off that thirty-minute trek to another day.


I went to San Agustín one morning last month to visit the sick. I try to get there every few months since there are so many ill and home-bound. What struck me this time was that three of the persons I've visited, either alone or with the pastor, have died within the last few months. How important it is to accompany the people in their last few months of life. 

One other point about visiting the sick. When i visit them in their homes I often ask about those who are taking care of them. I take time to often them thanks for what they are doing and offering words of encouragement and patience. My experience caring for my father in his last years impressed on me the importance of being present not only with the ill and dying but also with those who are caring for them. They are often very stressed. A word of thanks and a prayer for them seem to be important.

HOME IMPROVEMENT

Where I park my car outside the house is muddy when it rains.


I finally got around to paying someone to pave it with concrete. The car will still get muddy in the rainy season, but I’ll be able to park it where there is no mud.



THE NEXT FEW DAYS

Today and tomorrow I’ll be preparing for my meeting with catechists and social ministry, but I am really looking forward to being able to get around a bit more, visiting the communities. 

The pastor is taking a needed break for about a week. So I'll be leading a few more Celebrations of the Word with Communion on Thursday night in Dulce Nombre and in four or five locations on the weekend.  I better take enough time to prepare my homily.

A FINAL WORD

A few nights ago, unable to sleep because of some stomach problems, I began to think about my ministry here. Suddenly it came clear to me what motivates it. I turned the light on and wrote:

“I want people to know that they are loved by God.”

That’s it - together with a photo of a flowering hibiscus, sign of life, and a partial rainbow, sign of hope.




Monday, January 07, 2019

The first week of 2019


The new year is almost seven days old. What has this new year brought me?

I spent New Year’s eve at Mass in Plan Grande and then reading at home. New Year’s day I preached at the 11 am Mass in Dolores,

The second day of the year was a domestic day – washing clothes, reading, writing and more. 


I even got around to writing a chapter of a book I’ve been working on sporadically on my call to be in mission and to be a deacon. It was a fruitful day. I even took a walk down to the parish coffee field to see how it was doing. It was full of ripe coffee berries.


Thursday and Friday were workdays. I got up early both days to transport parishioners to the parish coffee fields. On Thursday more than 120 parishioners harvested more than 500 galones of coffee berries. On Friday about 75 people harvested more than 400. A group came bag on Saturday to finish this harvest. There are still enough green berries that we’ll have at least two more harvests.



"Un galón" is actually a five gallon bucket, as seen here.


After the work day I helped transport people back to their villages – and finally got home to Plan Grande about 6 pm.

On Saturday I went with some people from the parish to the deanery’s celebration of the World Day of Prayer for Peace. Padre German asked me to pick up the small water bags for the people and so I transported two people from Plan Grande and about 500 bags of water.

The event was a procession through the streets of Santa Rosa followed by Mass in the cathedral. People carried banners on this year’s theme. “Good politics is at the service of peace.” That’s a message that is really needed here.



Sunday I had planned to go to Pasquingual for a 9 am Celebration of the Word with Communion and then to Mass in San Agustín. But I had changed my plans and decided to go to the 7:00 am Mass in Concepción.

As I got into my pickup at about 6:30 am, I looked across the valley and saw something I’d never seen before – a spectrum of light above the earth. It wasn’t the end of a rainbow or a sun dog – but it was like the star of Bethlehem for me – a sign of God’s presence. How appropriate for the feast of the Epiphany of the Lord.

I preached at Mass in Concepción. After Mass, Padre German said he thought I was going to be at the Mass in San Agustín. He had seven Masses that day (including at least one funeral) and wanted some relief. (When I serve as deacon at Mass, he almost always wants me to preach.) So I agreed to go to San Agustín in the afternoon.

But first I went to Pasquingual. It was a beautiful Celebration of the Word with really good music, which was enhanced by the presence of a young guy from Tegucigalpa with an incredible singing voice. Of course, I preached again.

After the celebration I went to visit the sick with two members of the community. The second person we visited was named Jesús. He’s deaf and mute, but attentive. We sat and prayed with his wife and daughter. I remarked that it was interesting that we three had come to visit Jesús – two kings and a queen. Afterwards I visited a woman in her home and shared communion with her. On the way out I stopped and said hello to Don Salatiel, 95 years old but still walking around unaided.

This week probably broke one record for me – I preached three times in one day. But that’s nothing like what our pastor does as he responds to the needs of the people in the nearly 50 places of worship in the parish.

Today, I’m off to the clergy meeting with the bishop.

In the next few weeks I need to begin preparing for events this year, especially with the catechists. I also hope I can find time to do more work on my book.

The life of a deacon here is full - of many different ways of trying to live out the call to help us as the People of God show forth Christ the Servant, born among the poor, to a world in need of His Love and Peace.


Wednesday, January 02, 2019

A proposed Epiphany homily

Today I began preparing for my homily for Sunday, the feast of the Epiphany, which I’ll share at a Celebration of the Word with Communion in a village as well as at Mass in a town. Many ideas are going through my head and heart as I ask God to help me speak the words we need to hear. But I thought of a homily I might give if I were in the US. Here are some reflections.

Twice this week as I was walking to my house after an evening Mass, I looked up and beheld the heavens filled with myriad stars. I stopped and gazed in wonder.

                 
But as I began to prepare for my homily for the Epiphany, I began to wonder about the magi, these wise men from the East. How could they have noticed a single star in a sky filled with these little points of light. What could have led them to leave behind the security of their homes? They would have to travel overland, for weeks, probably on camels, without the assistance of GPS. They had an idea that a “king” had been born but they had no idea who he was or where he was. They were just following a star that they had somehow noticed.

On their way they were distracted by the bright lights of the city of Jerusalem and went there to ask questions. These star-struck foreigners must have surprised many of the city-dwellers. But when they asked Herod about the newborn king of the Jews, people were startled – and filled with trepidation. “Greatly troubled,” Herod conferred with the religious leaders, who were probably his cronies. They said that the king would be born in nearby Bethlehem, but they made no effort to go with the magi. They returned to their labors in the temple (and the court).

The magi left buoyed with the news that they were probably going in the right direction. But then they noticed the star – and they were “overwhelmed with joy,” or, as N. T. translates it, “they were beside themselves with joy and excitement.”

They entered the house and saw a mother with her child. I wonder if that might have felt like an anticlimax, a real disappoint.

But, falling down, crouching down, they worshipped the child.

 

These wise men had been filled with wonder at the sight of a star. They had not fawned over a king but merely sought his advice. But here they were, falling down, crouching at the feet of a baby.

Wonder led them to the stable; wonder and joy led them to prostrate themselves before a child.

Have we forgotten wonder? Can we look with delight at a star-filled sky – and see a special star? Can we look at a baby on his mother’s knee – and see God come among us? Can we adore God among us, on our knees?

The Jesuit priest Alfred Delp, from a Nazi prison, recognzied that they were free, having left all behind. As he wrote:

When those worshippers knelt in homage on the floor of the humble stable with everything else put behind them—their homes, the wilderness, the guiding star, the agony of the silent star, the palace of the king and the grandeur of the city—when all these had lost their value and their impressiveness and the worshippers’ whole being was concentrated in the single act of adoration, the symbolic gesture of laying gifts before the manger signified the achievement of liberty. Then they were free.

What was important was recognizing the mystery of God, here among us.

The star showed the way – but their hearts led them to fall down and worship.

Are we free enough to worship?

Are we free enough to follow the signs?

Have we left behind all, in search of Love come among us?

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The first image is from Ravenna, the second is by Ade Bethune.