comboni summer 14 - Comboni Missionaries

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A suffering people
- South Sudan
pages 4-5-6-7
From the Editor
To dream the impossible dream
s summer approaches, we here
the many in distant lands and there in
in these isles, dream of sunfront of us in our pews, Sunday after
shine and weeks of nice warm
Sunday, who continue to go out and
weather. It’s good to dream and gee
stand up and be counted as followers
ourselves up with plans for the holiof Christ.
days (If we will be here in these
The Feast of the Sacred Heart is a
isles!). Most people dream of better
celebration of the love of the heart of
days and good luck to them.We know
Jesus. It reminds us that Jesus had a
however that life is harsh at times
heart. He was not a ghost - He was the
and dreams are often easily burst like
Son of man who gave His life to save
the soap bubbles we used to blow
us. Martyrdom, laying down one’s life
when we were
for others is not
kids.
confined to the
When St Daniel
Church and its
Comboni set out
members. Recently
his plan for Africa it
I was touched by
was a daring dream
the beautiful examand God-inspired
ple of a young
work. This year we
German photojourcelebrate the 150th
nalist
–
Anja
anniversary of this
Niedringhaus –who
Plan – to make
was shot dead
Africa be reborn! It
whilst sitting in a
extends today to
car
in
Kabul,
our Church spread
Afghanistan. She
May Christ the living One
throughout
the
was not employed
Who came back from the dead
world. It refers to
to do photo shoots
Fill your heart
the reevangelisafor Hello magazine
With blessings this Easter
tion
call
proor be at the Oscars.
claimed by our May he share the joy of his presence She wished to give
With you this Easter
Church leaders. As
the underprivileged
To guide you in all your ways.Amen
Pope Francis says it
a voice and for this
is a call for the Church to be more
she worked in Afghanistan, Iraq, and
outward looking and missionary drivBosnia. She was a martyr for justice
en. Today the Church is becoming
and peace.
more and more aware that the whole
And this leads us to the
Church must be more missionary –
Resurrection – Jesus brings Life out
bringing the Faith to others, in the
of Death.
family, in the workplace and to the
whole world! It is a great risk and in
this issue of ‘Comboni Mission’ we
encounter many instances of people
who have risked their lives, and of
A
A suffer
ing peop
le
- South
Sudan
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Comboni Mission • www.comboni.org.uk
In Brief
CHURCH NEWS
Farewell to a dear friend Fr
Tom Morrison SVD. RIP
Fr Downey writes: Tom was a close friend of Fr Clark and myself as
we worked and played together in Brazil and recently in Dublin. Tom
was a keen biblical scholar and musician. He administered the annual retreat to the Comboni Missionaries in Sunningdale a few years
ago.
Many a good laugh we had in the church and ,yes, pubs of Dublin.
We played golf, Royal Dublin, (free entry) and ploughed the green
fields and had a carefree few hours!
Tom’s father was born in Paisley, Scotland. To Tom’s family and SVD
confreres our deepest condolences.
We miss you Tom.
Tom was born in Belfast on March 5th 1947 to James Morrison and Isabella
McCrory. He was baptized 3 days later on March 8th at Holy Cross Church,
Ardoyne. He is survived by four brothers: George, John, Paul and Gerard, and a
sister,Anne.Another brother, James, died 5 years ago.
Tom entered the novitiate of the SVD in Donamon Castle, Co. Roscommon,
in September 1969. He was ordained on September 6th 1975 with his brother
James, a Passionist, at the Passionist Monastery and parish in Ardoyne. His
brother James later left the priesthood and married. It is he who died 5 years
ago.
Tom was missioned to Brazil in 1976. Apart from a few years on rotation in
Ireland he spent all his missionary life in Brazil and was very much appreciated by the people he served and by the confreres.
He died on March 24th at the SVD house in Ponta Grossa, Brazil, of heart failure. He was 67 years of age. He was buried there in the SVD cemetery.
Fr Tom celebrates (centre)
during retreat, Sunningdale
CONTENTS
From the Editor
To dream the
impossible dream
PAGE 2
In Brief/
Church News
PAGE 3
Getting to know
the Comboni
Missionaries
PAGES 4 -7
Mexico
Pages 8-9
Banging the big base
drum
Pages 12-13-14
Looking back in
gladness and thanks
Pages 15-17
Jubilarians
Page 18
Central Africa – The
Days of the Apocalypse
PAGE 19
You Write
PAGE 20
Sr Veronica Morris RIP
PAGE 21
Hitting the 90 mark!
Fr Anthony
PAGE 22
Month of the Sacred
Heart
PAGE 23
Youth Pilgrimage
PAGE 24
Comboni Mission • Summer 2014
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Getting to know
the Comboni
Missionaries
Sharing in the grief,
anxieties and hopes
of the people: An
account of war
conflicts in Leer
Mission South Sudan
by Fr. Raimundo
Rocha, mccj Leer
Parish Priest
Fr Raimundo Nonato,
Comboni Missionary, together with fellow missionaries,
Comboni Sisters and thousands of refugees was forced
to flee his mission of Leer as
it came under severe attack.
Retelling his story he brings
home to us the sheer tragedy
and suffering of the South
Sudanese people.
e were welcomed into the
chapel by local Christians
and settled there thinking
that we were safe. We assumed the
government troops would reach Leer
soon, but through the main road.
Now we were 28 km away from Leer,
and so, safe.What happened was that
Darfurian rebels and SPLA soldiers
attacked us just one hour after our
arrival in Beer. They came from
Mirmir through the bush and were
divided into three groups. When we
heard the gunshots and the sound of
bullets flying over our heads, we took
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The mission is attacked
Right: Fleeing from conflict
what we could and ran into the bush.
I ran with three bags. Fr. Ernest ran
with me and also a lady with her
child. People ran in different directions. The gunfire was intense. I fell
down three times.At one point I had
given up, I could run no more and
was ready if they came to shoot me.
Fr. Ernest was encouraging me.An old
man, whose marriage I had assisted
at, appeared from nowhere. He put a
sheet on the ground for me to rest
and took my heaviest bag. Another
bag was given to one of the sisters.
We heard more gunfire and more
running. The lady with the baby was
left behind.When I and Fr. Ernest got
completely exhausted, we threw ourselves on the ground in the middle of
the dry grass under some palm trees
and remained there unmoved for
more than one hour. We were not
able to figure out what had happened
to the rest of the group.
We thought some could
be dead. The gunfire went on
from 3 p.m. to 6 p.m. suddenly,
two cattle herdsmen walked by and
saw us lying on the ground. We identified ourselves. They moved on and
came back later with Rebeca, a lady
of the church, who took us to where
the rest of the group was. We were
glad to see they were alive too. We
had so far miraculously escaped
death. No doubt God protected us all
along. The lady with the baby and a
few others were still missing.We had
information they had run far and
would be alive.We spent the night in
a house nearby still in shock and fear.
Reaching another area
Early in the morning we moved to a
far off spot in the midst of the
swamps.There we would be safer.We
were welcomed to a house.There we
set up temporary home and would
sleep on the ground for the next
twenty days. Little by little the group
was getting together again.We felt so
relieved and grateful to God. Now we
learned that one Nuer person had
been shot dead; two of our cars were
taken and another car was set on fire
by the Darfurians and government
soldiers while civilians and other military rebels were looting the mission.
We had lost almost everything. Most
of us remained with the clothes we
were wearing. We shared our clothes
and other items with those who had
little. I was able to save my documents, old computer, hosts, and a few
clothes.And so
was Fr. Jacob.
Some money was also saved with
which we could buy our food.
Life in the swamps
The new area was very swampy. It
was inhabited by hippos and crocodiles. It was cold at night and very
windy during the day. Soon our resting area became over - crowded.
Many other displaced families joined
us. One day I counted over 140 mosquito nets tents each sheltering three
or more people.We were around 500.
Food was getting scarce. Local
Christians were collecting food to
feed us. We got four goats and a bull
which we shared .The same we did
with dry fish. Hunting was also part
of the menu (buffalo, hippo and crocodile). We drank from the same
swampy water we bathed with .We
just boiled it. I had some medicine
which I was sharing with the sick.
Most children were affected with
coughs and suffering from malnutrition. Some were sick with malaria. It
was the burning season and to make
things worse, fire was set on the dry
grass. On 10 February a large fire
headed towards our camp. We ran a
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Missionary group from Leer with Fr Raimundo ( front rt )
short distance till the fire was extinguished. Now most of the firewood
was used up. The bush was also our
‘toilet’.
copter had been shot down last year.
We intensified our prayers.We got all
possible support from some local
Christians.
Solidarity in difficult times –
Our prayers are answered
We were in the same situation as
everyone else. We had very little to
rely on, but we all had our confidence
in God. In fact, every evening at 5
p.m. we celebrated mass using an
improvised small altar and with people sitting on the ground. We were
sure that many would be praying for
us around the world. We never lost
hope that we would survive...
The biggest challenge was communication.The catechists and two of us
walked three hours till we found a
satellite phone with which we were
able to communicate with Juba. We
felt more relaxed that people in Juba
and our families and friends would
know that we were alive and well.We
also came to know that Fr. Francis
Chemello was still in Panyinjiar and
Fr. Michael Barton had reached Old
Fangak mission and Fr. Stephen was
taken to Bentiu.We hoped they could
rescue us, but UNIMISS was not risking rescue operations since a heli-
We ate little, but never lacked food.
The people shared the little they had
with us.The regional catechist of Leer
walked two days looking for us.When
he found us he shared with us the
money of a goat he had sold to help
his handicapped son.And there were
many signs like that.We were worried
and anxious also because the longer
we would remain, the more we
would become a burden on the people. However, the only way to evacuate us was to go to Leer airstrip. So, I
wrote a letter to the commissioner to
enquire if it was safe to move to Leer
and if we could stay in our houses.
The commissioner had been searching for us unsuccessfully. When we
got a reply saying to walk to the main
road and be picked up by car, we
decided to move back to Leer next
morning at dawn.
We left our base at 6 a.m. It was
very cool and we were helped by the
moonlight.We walked for four hours.
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Sr.Agata, a 67 years old nun, was truly
courageous. Some Christians walked
with us up to Mirmir. We walked in
fear since some armed youth were
threatening us seeing our presence
there as attracting the rebels. When
we reached Mirmir we learned that
the cars had gone to another location
to collect us. We had to spend two
days in Mirmir.
The soldiers were friendly and supportive. No harassment or animosity.
They gave us food and mosquito nets
and mattresses to spend the night.
Transport was delayed. Later we
learned that they had been
ambushed. They had to clear the way
between Leer and Mirmir. Finally,
transport arrived and we were taken
to Leer in great fear of a possible
ambush.
Destruction around the
mission compound
It was heart-breaking to see our mission houses completely looted. Only
the walls were standing with doors,
gates and bathrooms damaged.
Everything else had been taken by
both civilians and soldiers. The
church was not touched, but all the
buildings had been burnt down. It
was very sad indeed to see huge
investments and years of hard work
all destroyed. However, our lives and
our faith were not taken. The possibility to go on to Juba was more real
and that night we celebrated a
thanksgiving mass for having reached
this far.
safe in pain and suffering...As for the
two religious communities, what
made us stay basically was the hope
that government troops would not
reach Leer and there would be no
fighting in the town.And if they came
at all, we hoped that they would
respect us as the Church and would
not loot the mission properties. We
also hoped that the cease-fire agreement would be implemented and
was imposed on us. It was our free
and conscious choice and we have
never been neglected.
Final remarks – We are now in Juba
and for the time being we will
remain for some time recovering
from stress and exhaustion. Juba is
safe.We shall monitor the situation in
Leer and in the rest of the country.
We pray and hope that this war may
come to an end soon and peace may
Coming safely to Juba –
On February 16 we were informed
that there would be a flight the next
day, but there would be only four
seats available.We met and discerned
who could be the first four passengers to leave. We let those who were
sick travel first. These were Sr. Agata,
the lady with her sick daughter, an
old lady and Sr. Carmita. They flew
out on a Caravan Cesna by
UNIMISS/WFP. Nine of us remained
behind for another flight which
would come two days later. This
allowed us time to clean the mess in
both houses and to recover some
books. We were given some more
food, which was added to some food
sent from Juba by plane. Finally, we
left Leer on February 20 at 2:30 p.m.
on a Mi-8 UNIMISS/WFP helicopter.
After landing in Rumbek for refuelling, we reached Juba at 5:45 p.m.,
exhausted but happy.
Fr. Raimundo and the people celebrate togther.
Decision to stay in Leer –
Many people wondered why we
stayed in Leer when we knew it was
extremely dangerous to do so. On this
I offer my opinion, which may coincide with that of my colleague missionaries.Actually, I was afraid to stay
and was the only one who expressly
told the Provincial by email that I
would leave Leer, should I see my life
at risk and if it was safe enough for a
plane to land. Some family members,
other missionaries and friends were
encouraging me to leave and come
back later with my colleagues... It
was not an easy discernment. What
weighted more in my decision to stay
was the fact that, if I left to Juba, leaving all my colleagues behind to suffer
alone and even being killed, I would
never forgive myself for such an attitude. My religious community is my
family. I would not abandon my family. I would rather face all hardships,
even death, than to remain alive and
conflicts would end soon, instead it
was violated and violence was escalating.
Besides, we thought that our presence around Leer would somehow
inhibit atrocities and harm towards
innocent civilians.We wanted also to
give hope to our people and stand by
their side during this war. We had
been there for them, we would stay
with them. However, we were very
aware of the risks.We were not naïve,
did not under estimate the situation
and did not want to put any one in
trouble either. It was our missionary
option. We only considered running
into the bush, if that was necessary. In
fact, that is what happened. All along
we tried to make decisions together.
Both the Provincial Superior of the
Comboni Missionaries and the
Provincial Superior of the Comboni
Sisters respected our decisions and
supported us all through. No decision
be re-established. I am very grateful to
the God of life and love for all God
has done for me, for the sisters, for my
colleagues and the people who
helped us.
I want to thank each and every one
of you who has been praying fervently for our safety. God listened to your
and our prayers. I believe in miracles.
Now we are fine, but our people are
suffering a lot in the bush and
swamps. Please pray for them and do
what you can to help them. Also, my
immense gratitude to all Christians
and other people who helped us in
Leer in many different ways. I am still
recomposing myself and trying to
make sense of a lot of things, but I am
happy and proud of being a missionary member of the Comboni Family.
May St. Daniel Comboni and St.
Josephine Bakhita intercede for us
and for the peoples of South Sudan.
Remain blessed and in peace.
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Mexico
- Communal living as a way
of life and resistance
The indigenous Zapotec cultural system of living in harmony with
nature coincides with the Andean concept of Good Living.
n Sierra Juárez, Oaxaca State, in
southern Mexico, people live the
experience of communality. “We
are communality, the opposite of individuality, we are communal territory,
not private property; we are cooperating, not competing; we are polytheism, not monotheism. We are
exchange, not business; diversity, not
equality, although in the name of
equality we are oppressed. We are
interdependent, not free. We have
authorities, not monarchs. Just as
imperial powers have been based on
the law and violence to subjugate us,
in law and harmony we are based to
replicate, to announce what we want
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and what we wish to be”, explains
Zapotec indigenous thinker Jaime
Martínez Luna. Territory is the physical space where the community
stands.The relationship with nature is
special, magical, spiritual, for it is
known that life depends on that harmony between human beings and
nature. It is made up of natural goods
and sacred goods; it is the basis of
physical and social reproduction; it is
the principal site for the proper development of the communal culture.
General Citizens Assembly
The social and political organization
has been established in such a way
that it involves the participation of all
members of the community in decision-making. They gather in the
General Citizens Assembly - considered to be the space that represents
maximum authority within the community - where men and women
freely express their opinions to reach
consensus for the benefit of the community.The council of elders or select
body (a group designated by the
General Assembly that is made up of
citizens who were outstanding in carrying out the duties of various positions within the community)
becomes a space of consultation and
opinion, where experience and
knowledge guide and orient the path
to follow. The positions of the community are decided and assigned in
the general assembly; this way, communal authorities, commissions, and
committees made up of inhabitants
of the community are designated.The
election of authorities is based on
prestige and, consequently, on the
work done. Exercising public offices
does not entail an economic reward,
but brings prestige and trust that
increases in accordance with the
hierarchy of the position.
The resistance of the indigenous
peoples of Sierra Juárez has allowed
for the conservation of values and
principles of complementarity and
reciprocity within a harmonious environment. These values have been
undermined and destroyed by capitalist practices characterized by the
control and depredation of natural
resources, as well as violence
towards the communities of the
region. Said resistance, motivated by
the history of each community, has
led these peoples to have more possibilities to reach and/or maintain
their wellbeing, happiness, and that
which they call communality (or
communal life) which coincides
with the idea of Good Living stemming from Andean thought.
Identifying with Mother
Earth
Santa Catarina Lachatao, a Zapatec
community located in Sierra Juárez,
represents a clear example of the
reunion between human beings and
nature. In past times, its people
decided to exploit its natural
resources. Tree logging came to be
one of the main economic activities
in the region. Today, however, they
tread a different path. Juan Santiago
Hernández, former municipal president and now the communal representative, said that the relationship
that exists with nature is now a harmonious one.To him, Mother Earth is
part of his identity. “If we have land
and we take care of it, we will continue to exist”, he says. “A harmony
with the soil, the water, the air is all.
Nature is the most important thing
for us; it is life”.
ments such as trust, complementarity, reciprocity, brotherhood, must be
taken into consideration. For the
Zapotec communities of this region,
teamwork and supporting each
other in a communal activity named
tequio brings them well-being.
Tequio is an organized way to work
towards a collective benefit, where
all the citizens volunteer their time
and labour to build and maintain
community facilities, such as schools,
water supply systems or road cleaning.This way of living is not new; it is
an intrinsic part of how the indige-
nous peoples view the world, something inherited from their ancestors.
However, the influence of the western world and the constant attacks
from privatization of resources, in
addition to the penetration of communication media that is based on
market principles, have distorted this
world view, which is why communities such as Santa Catarina Lachatao
seek to recover their tainted values
and rescue the harmonious equilibrium between human beings and
nature.
Ana Lilia Esquivel Ayala
Preserving the Forest
For his part, Santiago Hernández
remembers: “Grandparents talked to
us about the harmony with nature;
they told us that before there was a
lot of water, that before one went to
the forest and heard birds and other
animals. Now we go and the forest is
dryer, we no longer find the birds or
the animals that they used to see.
Because of this we know that, yes,
there must be respect for nature.We
also think of future generations, for
they would tell us that we had the
opportunity to conserve the forest
and to put a halt to its exploitation.
And perhaps they will think that it is
for money that we continue to
exploit and kill nature. Instead, we
want them to say that we put a stop
to it, that we tried to initiate the
struggle to conserve our nature”.
To understand communal life, eleComboni Mission • Summer 2014
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One Step Further
- Volunteering in Uganda
Sr Graca Almeida, Comboni Missionary Sister
ecently a member of the
Young Adults Group in the
parish of Our Lady of Grace
and St. Edward decided to spend part
of her gap year working with the
Comboni Missionary Sisters in
Uganda. She was inspired by the
desire to serve the most poor
through listening to the works and
seeing the examples set out by Pope
Francis. Her desire was to learn from
its cultures and simplicity of the
African people in contrast to the
materialistic living of the West. She
wanted to go one step further.
Natasha Lytton, 19 years old has
been the first from the Youth Group
to take up a mission in Uganda. She
was found a place with the Comboni
Sisters in their hospital in Northern
Uganda.A period of preparation was
offered and Natasha began to feel
more confident and aware of the task
before her. A period with the
Volunteer Missionary Movement
(VMM) in London introduced her to
an initial understanding of Africa and
its culture and faiths. She also took
part in the Youth Pilgrimage to
Limone, the birthplace of St Daniel
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Patients queuing at the clinic
Comboni.
Before setting off, Natasha
addressed the parishioners of her
local parish in Chiswick. She also outlined her plans during the Youth
Mass in Chiswick parish church. She
was to spend some months at St
Kizito hospital in Matany, north east of
Kampala, Uganda.
As part of her project Natasha created
a Mydonate web page to raise funds for
St Kizito Hospital. The donations forwarded to this project will be to construct a new water tank .The link to the
webpage is: https:/ www.facebook.com
/ p a ge s / S t - K i z i t o - h o s p i t a l - U g a n d a Fundraiser-For-Donations-go-to-wwwmydonatecom/180092782187730?ref=hl
The Church calls all of us to be a missionary people. Let us pray for Natasha
and all young people. SUPPORT HER
PROJECT!
And what is God saying to you? ‘Go
one step further’!
Mother caring for her child
at the hospital
Natash writes:
As a volunteer at St Kizito Hospital in Matany,
Uganda, I was able to work in many of the different
wards – maternity, medical, children, theatre, surgical –
all of which gave me a close insight into the procedures
and feel the pain and anguish suffered by both patients
and their relatives. In particular I recall an 11-year-old
child brought as long distance from Kotido. Her
patience and resilience was truly remarkable. Suffering
from a cardiac disease and having to endure long and
intense tests she never uttered a cry of complaint. I felt
so much pain for her.
Working in the hospital of Matany taught me about so
much resistance to pain by so many children and adults.
Also the dedication of doctors and nurses and the
togetherness of patient and relatives was admirable.
While shocked by the suffering of children and adults
I feel inspired and hope to return home with a stronger
heart and prayers for the mant wonderful people of
Matany.
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Banging the big
“G ood evening, People of
God,” bellowed Bishop
Fernando Panico across the
warm night air to the crowd
of 4,000 seated on the
esplanade of the Franciscan
sanctuary in Juazeiro do
Norte, in the northeastern
Brazilian state of Ceara. As
head of the Diocese of Crato,
which includes Juazeiro,
Bishop Panico was the host
to this assembly of Brazilian
church base communities,
the thirteenth in a line that
goes back to 1975.
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uring the evening there was a
roll call of the 12 previous
assemblies, a gospel reading,
dancing and fireworks, which almost
drowned out the hymn, "See, God's
Glory is Shining!" Then the delegations from Brazil's 19 church regions
were bussed off to their host families
in neighbouring parishes to rest
before the work of the next four days.
As always, the groups' assemblies
are a fascinating display of Brazil's
ethnic and cultural diversity, from the
descendants of German immigrants
in the south, through Afro-Brazilians,
to the remaining indigenous peoples.
There were a few delegates from
other countries in Latin America
Argentina, El Salvador, Mexico,
Paraguay and Peru but essentially this
was a Brazilian event. A striking fea-
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A religious celebration in Brazil in honour of Nossa Senhora de Aparecida
(Our Lady).
ture was the strong presence of people in the 18-30 age group.
This year, there was a particular
buzz in the air. After more than a
decade when they seemed to be at
best tolerated, the communities
found themselves greeted directly by
the Pope the first time a pope has
ever sent a message to this assembly
in its 39 years of existence. Pope
Francis talked of the base communities' "most important role in the
Church's evangelising mission" and
quoted his Evangelii Gaudium: "Base
communities bring to the Church a
new enthusiasm for evangelisation
and a capacity for dialogue with the
base drum
The thirteenth Assembly of Latin America's base
communities last week found delegates in good
heart, particularly as for the first time these
mainly Catholic groups, rooted in the Second
Vatican Council's spirit of renewal, received a
message of support from the Pope
Fr Ezequiel ’Lele’/Comboni missionary
in Brazil/’martyr of charity’: Pope John
Paul 11. Assassinated 24 July 1985
world that renew the Church", provided that they maintain links with
the parish and the diocese. In British
terms, base communities could be
thought of as a combination of a
prayer group and a justice and peace
group, but the important thing is the
combination for the base communities, prayer and action go together.
And they are political, though the politics comes not so much from ideology as from the circumstances of their
origin in the post-Vatican II renewal
of the Church in Latin America,
launched by the Second General
Conference of Latin American bishops at Medellin in 1968.
In the late 1960s, Latin America was
in turmoil as elites tried to clamp
down on demands for social justice
and turned to the military and their
death squads in Argentina, Brazil,
Chile, Colombia, El Salvador,
Nicaragua and Guatemala. Such experience of the fragility of human rights
on this continent has given the base
communities' commitment a special
edge.
Base communities took off in Brazil
more than anywhere else, and their
five-yearly national assemblies model
the workings of a local group. Every
day in Juazeiro began with a Liturgy
of the Word, and then delegates broke
into groups to discuss one of seven
themes: spirituality, the different challenges of urban and rural environments, the role of young people, base
communities defending life, base
communities and the subjects of justice, prophecy and their missionary
role.
In the group I joined, there were
complaints that a local bishop did not
want anything to do with base communities, and that young priests did
not even know what they were. A
woman from a rural area said that
they did not use the phrase "base
communities" because, if they did, the
local rancher would not donate a
cow for the annual fair.Another point
raised, in a tone of some disgust, was
that some base communities had
turned themselves into parishes!
These comments illustrate the ups
and downs of the groups in the last
40 years. It is not long since they
were frequently shunned as "political" that is, left wing. A Scottish missionary at the Assembly said that in
one nearby diocese the base commu-
By FRANCIS McDONAGH
With kind permission:
www.thetablet.co.uk
nities had been "persecuted':
The issue of base communities and
parishes is more complex.The idea of
base communities was to take the
Church out to where the people
were, whether in remote rural areas
or into the cities that rapidly expanded across Brazil from the mid-1950s
on. By the 1980s, with a church leadership suspicious of "Marxism" in
Latin America, the then new charismatic and other renewal movements,
were seen as a safer option. Perhaps
attitudes are now changing.The president of the Brazilian bishops' laity
commission, Bishop Severino Clasen,
who is responsible for links with base
communities, told me that in his diocese he insisted that charismatic
groups be rooted in a community and
engaged with its issues.
Carnival in Brazil.
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A meeting with Fr Comblin,
Belgian Jesuit and great
writer and inspiration for
Basic Christian Communities.
Fr John, Editor, during his time in Brazil
No one could accuse the groups in
Juazeiro of being reluctant to pray.
Brazilians like singing and dancing
and very often a hymn turned into a
dance. But there were also moments
of reflection and deep silence across
the sports hall where the plenary sessions were held.
One morning was devoted to spirituality (which Fr Luis Mosconi
described as engaging our core),
what makes us tick and living at this
level in the spirit of Jesus. The
"Kingdom" that Jesus talked about is
not a religious concept, he argued; it
goes beyond religion and is about
how we live in society. Then
Carmelite Carlos Mesters told us that
the Gospel is not something outside
us: looking at Jesus is like looking in a
mirror that shows us what we can be.
The title "Son of Man" that Jesus used
so often means being as human as we
can be.
Winding up the session, Methodist
theologian Claudio Ribeiro, who is
part of the organising team for the
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event, challenged the Assembly to be
inclusive of homosexuals. A key
moment of every base communities'
assembly is remembering the martyrs. We made a pilgrimage to the
nearby shrine of Padre Cicero, where
Bishop Edson Tasquetto from Sao
Gabriel da Cachoeira in the Amazon
region led a service that began with a
version of the Good Friday
Reproaches, after which the martyrs
were remembered with a drum beat
for each.
The list of martyrs commemorated
in Brazil included church members
such as Sr Dorothy Stang, Fr Ezequiel
Ramin, - murdered for their defence
of poor peasants against the violence
of the landowners. Base community
members from Sao Paulo carried
placards of Archbishop Oscar
Romero and Fr Rutilio Grande from El
Salvador and, for the first time, of victims of the Brazilian military dictatorship of 1964-85.The delegates packed
for their often long journeys home
four or more days by bus to the north
western state of Rondonia for one
group, for example they also took
with them renewed enthusiasm and
commitment, new friendships, perhaps some new ideas.
But some were also asking questions. Had the meeting been too big?
For all the generosity and hard work
of volunteer helpers and the host
families, was this five-day meeting of
more than 4,000 people a real opportunity for learning?
There are also questions about the
culture of the base communities.
With their straw hats and country
music, are they reliving a rural past
that has long gone? That was certainly the view of a young woman from
Manaus: "They need a real makeover
if they are to deal with the issues facing young people today rather than
those of young people of 40 years
ago!" Cue Bishop Clasen: "The
Brazilian Church hasn't worked out
how to deal with urban issues."
But the energy generated by this
Assembly should help the Brazilian
Church to face this issue and the
thorny question of the role of parishes, charismatic movements and base
communities in a new spirit of dialogue.The presence in Juazeiro of 72
bishops is a positive sign.And there is
the "Francis factor". To quote Bishop
Clasen again: "The base communities
have never had a stronger ally."
• Francis McDonagh writes for The
Tablet from Brazil.
Looking back
in gladness and
thanks
Fr John Fraser recalls his years of mission and priesthood
Starting out on a journey
At 14, I boarded a train from Glasgow
Central to London to start my training
to be a missionary with the Verona
Fathers. There were three of us,
Charlie Duffin, Frank Goodfellow and
myself.All three of us became priests.
We were supposed to go on to
Sunningdale but stayed in London for
a whole week the people in charge
found some beds for us. The staff of
the Norwegian Navy had just moved
out of the seminary they had occupied during the war and left little
behind. Sunningdale was a dream
location with Windsor and Ascot
nearby and access to the Wentworth
golf course. Our A level exams,
Novitiate and Philosophy took six
years of our life but our Fr. Superior
who later became Archbishop of
Khartoum was a wise and holy man
who prepared us for life in Africa.
Theology in Rome
I was sent to Rome to study Theology
and the four years I spent there
opened a whole new world. I met
students from Uganda and decided
that was where I wanted to go to. I
read every book I could find on
Uganda and picked up some of the
language.
The day we finished our final
exams the superior handed us our
Sunningdale
Enjoying life in Uganda
appointment letter.Two lines.You are
appointed to Uganda. Pick up your air
ticket in London and proceed to
Amsterdam to board the RAPTIM mission plane, 20 October 1960. God
bless. Fr. G Briani Superior General.
My dreams were coming true. We
landed in the lush green paradise of
Entebbe. This is what I had dreamed
of for over 12 years. I was in Africa!
I was sent to a remote village in
northern Uganda near the Sudan border where no one spoke English and
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At Sunningdale… just back from
Uganda
there I did my training for life. I
leaned to eat with my fingers, wash
my hands with a cup of water, sleep
on the ground with a blanket round
me and sit round the fire at night listening to the elders tell their stories
and battles won against other tribes.
After three months a Landrover
came to take me to the seminary to
start teaching in the minor and major
seminary of Gulu. For the next four
years I was kept busy with History,
Philosophy, football and athletics.
Then one evening I heard that the
priest in Aduku mission had been
brought to the hospital and I was
asked to replace him. I jumped at
the chance of finally being in a real
mission.
One evening out of the blue the
provincial Superior came and told us
that the parish priest of Aduku had
been rushed to the hospital. The
doctor had said that he could not
return to Aduku which was largely
swamp land since he had severe asthma. He asked me if I still wanted to
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do parish work and when I said yes I
was told to pack and in the morning
I should go to Aduku as parish priest.
At 29 I was the youngest parish
priest in the diocese. When I arrived
at the parish the nuns came to welcome me. Mother Superior was not
impressed. She announced to all and
sundry that the bishop had sent
them a little boy as their parish
priest.The parish was 100 miles long
with the river Nile forming the western boundary. Luckily I had bought a
250cc motor bike with money I
received from home and could travel
to all the scattered villages.
Back in England - Mirfield
Six years later I was on first home
leave. Another surprise. I was
informed I had been appointed to
the Verona Fathers’ seminary in
Mirfield, Yorkshire. I reluctantly
agreed for three years. The day the
three years expired I was back on
the plane to Entebbe. I was to spend
the next fourteen years of my life on
the Nile opening a new parish at
Alenga mostly populated by fisher-
men and their families. Catholics
were few but people were asking for
baptism and I had some great catechists who in a short time caused a
surge in new converts.
Barefoot apostles every one of
them and their families looked after
me when I arrived in their village for
my regular week's stay.
Then Idi Amin appeared on the
scene. Fear spread through the
whole country.There was chaos after
he expelled all the Asians from
Uganda. They had run the economy
quite efficiently but he turned
against them and every shop in the
country closed down. The fear
spread to the Anglican Church when
Amin shot their archbishop dead in
an argument.Then he turned on the
Catholic Church and Priests, Sisters
and Catechists were his targets. One
Sunday my parish council in Ibuje
were taken out of the church by the
soldiers and shot. Eight years later
Obote returned backed by the
Tanzanian army. Amin took a fighter
jet to Libya but left behind a tape
played repeatedly on radio Uganda
urging his troops to fight to the last
man.
In 1983 I received another surprise
when I was transferred to Canada to
the Verona Fathers’ house in
Kitchener, a small German town 40
miles from Toronto. There I met the
Mennonites an Anabaptist community whose Old Order live in the style
and simplicity of the 18th century.
No TV, no cars, no telephones and all
their farm work done with horsepower. They were a happy family
centred community and very welcoming.
Returning to Africa - Malawi
After five years I was on my way
back to Africa this time to Malawi, to
re-open a mission that had been
closed for years called Lisungwe. I
had been warned by another missionary who knew the place that it
was known as "the hell hole of
Malawi". The people were delighted
that their mission was being opened
again and were very helpful, cleaning
rats and bats out of the house and
making me feel very welcome. My
biggest problem was trying to get my
head round the Ngoni matriarchal
system. The men were pushed aside
and the grandmother was the head
of the clan. Nothing moved without
her approval. I soon realised that
these people had a unique musical
skill and could harmonise any tune
spontaneously. I set up a Music
Festival and invited every one of the
12 villages to come with a choir and
instruments. The appointed day was
magic. As each choir came on the
footpaths over the hills to Lisunge
they sang and the whole valley was
full of the sound of music.
Pure magic!
After five years I was back in
Canada, in the National Mission
Office of the Canadian Bishops. I
lived next door at the Scarboro
Foreign Missions mother house, a
Canadian Mission to China whose
founder was also called Fr. John
Fraser. My years there were some of
the happiest of my life and an added
bonus was that I was only a mile
away from the homes of my mother,
brother and two sisters. I could see
Lake Ontario from office window
and travelled all over Canada to
spread the good news of the
Missions to the parishes of the
Canadian Provinces and edited the
magazine Mission Today. But one day
in a reflexive moment I knew I had
to return to Africa soon or I never
would.
On the first day of the new millennium, I boarded a plane at Heathrow
taking me back to my second home Uganda.The one thing I had in mind
was to start up a Catholic radio station and luckily the bishop thought it
was a great idea. So I set about learning everything about radio and fund
raising to buy the equipment and
searching for enthusiastic young people to man the station. The bishop
Last mass in
Uganda
gave it its name RadioWa (Our Radio)
89.8 FM. Our priority was to contact
the thousands of children abducted
from their homes and schools by the
Lord's Resistance Army and turned
into child soldiers. We brought their
parents and school friends into the
studio, to call them home.The bishop
and the chiefs added their voices and
the children started escaping and
were welcomed home. But we paid
the price of our success. The Lord’s
Resistance Army attacked the station
in September 2002 and destroyed
the radio.We had rescued thousands
of children and the market women
pleaded with us to get back on air so
the children still in captivity would
not lose hope of being saved. So we
started another campaign to build
another radio station with a more
powerful transmitter. The Comboni
Missionaries, the Scottish Catholic
International Aid Fund, the Uganda
Celebrating in Glasgow – 50 years of
Priesthood
Government and the Canadian
Government all helped and within
months we were back on air.
Celebrating 54 years of priesthood
and my 80th birthday I can only
thank God for a life full of meaning
and happiness. My family, the people
I have met on three continents and
my Comboni confreres, have all been
a blessing.And it's good to be back in
Glasgow.
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In thanksgiving for the
Missionary Priesthood
During the month of June the London Province is proudly celebrating
the missionary priesthood of three of its dedicated members: Fathers
Angelo Anzioli, Pasquino Panato and Robert Hicks.
By Fr John Clark
Mission Office for England and Wales
until very recently.
Father Robert is a born-and-bred
Belfast man of Down and Connor
Diocese. He became a Comboni priest
on 30th June, 1964. During these past
fifty years he has occupied leadership
roles in the London Province as
provincial, bursar, rector and vice-rector of the minor seminary, vocations
promoter and editor of Comboni
Mission Magazine. In fact, he is
presently the longest active serving
member in and of the London
Province, having spent well over
thirty years steering it
through some challenging moments. He has
worked also in
Uganda for a
while
and
nearly ten years in Brazil where he
was the pastoral coordinator of the
Espirito Santo Diocese in the State of
Espirito Santo.
To all three we extend our warmest
congratulations. We thank God for
them and all the invaluable work they
have accomplished in the beautiful
adventure of building up His
Kingdom among
the People
of God.
ather Angelo is twenty-five years
a Comboni Missionary. He
comes from Milan Diocese and
was ordained on 24th June, 1989 in
his native Cuggiono, northern Italy.
After ordination he enthusiastically
worked throughout Ireland actively
engaged in Youth and Vocation
Ministry for six years. In 1996 until
last year he ploughed the missionary
furrows of Sudan and Egypt, a specialised ministry in an Islamic and
Arabic setting. With a characteristic
smile on his face, he is with us after
having weathered several difficult
years of labour in the vineyard of the
Lord where he and so many people
witnessed much social unrest,
upheaval and suffering.
Father Pasquino celebrates fifty
years of missionary priestly service on
28th June this year. He was born in
Vestenanova, near Verona. His first
appointment was working with
minor seminarians in Barolo, Cuneo
and Asti, Italy. Afterwards he spent
nearly twenty years living in
Khartoum, Sudan, as an educator in
Comboni College. With fondest memories and much gratitude to God he
recalls this precious time of his life.
Returning to Italy, he studied
Missiology in Rome. Thereafter, he
worked in mass-media with Nigrizia
before departing for USA. It was in
Washington and New York where he
entered the world of the United
Nations campaigning for Justice,
Peace and Integrity of Creation and
the Africa Faith and Justice Network.
He arrived in the London Province in
2006 where he has been directing the
F
‘A mission as arduous as ours
cannot survive with superficial
holiness…Our candidates must
be set alight with love’. St.
Daniel Comboni, 1881
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Central Africa
-The days of the Apocalypse
e heard explosions and
gunfire. We panicked.
Each of us tried to hide
wherever he could. Gunfire came
closer to us. We heard screams, and
crying. Shots hit our door. We came
out with our hands up. The rebels
kept on shooting. A group of Seleka
broke into our room. They took anything within arm’s reach. They were
shooting everywhere, on the ground,
over our heads, just for fun". Father
Cipriano tells us about the arrival of a
Seleka militia at Bocaranga Mission, in
the Ouham Pendé region, not far
from the border with Chad and
Cameroon. He looks tired, his legs are
shaking. The Seleka rebels left only a
few minutes ago, he is still shaken.
They stole a car and destroyed another one. He tells us about the violence
against unarmed civilians, guilty only
of being in the wrong place at the
wrong time. “We were not able to
save a wounded woman”, says Father
Cipriano. The missionaries tried to
provide first aid to those wounded in
the courtyard of the mission while
they were reached by alarming news
of people killed or injured far away,
'in the savannah'.
The same tragedy occurred in
Ngaoundaye, a town of 7,000 inhabitants, at about twenty kilometers
from the border with Chad and
Cameroon. Here is Father Benek’s
story. "As soon as we heard about the
raid in Bocaranga, we decided to seek
refuge in the forest, but it was too
late. Seleka rebels soon arrived riding
their motorcycles.They were looking
for Anti- Balaka and since they did not
find them, they started to assault people and things. They shot to intimidate and stole somecars. They also
kidnapped one of our missionaries,
who luckily, was released an hour
later. Sister Barbara also has a dramatic story to tell with regard to the
Ngaoundaye assault. “For the first
"W
The Central African Republic has been a hostage of
violence for more than a year now. The Seleka rebels and
Anti-Balaka ('anti-machete') militants, loot, ravage, kill.
Places of worship are not spared. Here are some
missionaries’ reports.
Above: waiting to go to mass.
Right: young Catholic dancers.
time - says the missionary - I found
myself face to face with Seleka rebels.
We heard gunshots and we immediately realized that we could not
escape. We came out with our hands
up. The rebels began shooting in the
air. They wanted to scare us. They
asked us if there were Anti-Balaka
troops there and then came into our
rooms. They took everything they
could. There was a man with them
that spoke Sango, Central Africa’s
national language.The Seleka instead
spoke Arabic.We were ordered to get
out. I was afraid.They ordered me to
get on a motorcycle, but I refused to.
One of them took a rope and I
thought they would beat me or tie
me up.Then they decided to go to the
Fathers mission, not far from ours. In
the meantime, two of them stayed at
our Mission, pointing a gun at us,
screaming and demanding money. I
feared they would tie and rape us. I
do not know how much time had
passed, when suddenly we heard
somebody screaming and the noise of
a car. We rushed off".
Sister Barbara also tells us her opinion about the relations between the
Seleka and Chad. "They are just
pawns in a game directed by someone else". “These tragic events are
also an opportunity for personal and
deep reflections. In those terrible
moments - remembers the missionary
- I was tempted to abandon the mission. I went through a moment of crisis and wanted to escape. But it was
only a moment". (K.P.)
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Mailbag
Sr Pat Holloway, Comboni Missionary Sister, before moving from Glasgow to Chiswick wrote to the
magazine regarding an ecumenical initiative.
Dear Readers,
I’ve recently been involved in Interfaith sharing here in
Glasgow. It is a pilot project and funded by the Scottish
Government to help understanding and cohesion within
society. It is called ‘Talking Books’ and is hosted by Interfaith
Scotland.There have been several meetings so far, and all
located within the culturally mixed area of Glasgow around
Pollokshields and Govanhill.We are about a dozen participants from various faiths: Moslem, Baha’i, Sikh, Seventh Day
Adventists, Christians (Catholic), Jewish and others. We are
divided into pairs, and each participant is given 15 minutes
to explain his/her faith to the other – 7 minutes for the
speech, leaving 8 minutes for the other person to ask questions.Then we switch roles. It isn’t easy to express oneself in
Sister Pat with Eritrean family.
7 minutes but ‘Interfaith Scotland’ is helping us in this.
The ultimate aim of the pilot project is to engage with various segments of society, so as to broaden understanding of each other’s customs and religious faiths.The first such
recipient group is the Police! We are going to a Police Station in Glasgow where we participants will express ourselves
with an individual Police Officer (7 minutes exposition and 8 minutes questions).As the time allotted at the Station is
over an hour, we will get the chance to speak to 4 or 5 Police officers in turn.We hope to be instruments of greater
awareness and empathy in our multicultural society.
Dear Fr John
I received the ‘Comboni Mission’ magazine and enjoyed reading all the
articles very much. I was impressed with the one on South Sudan – my
heart went out to all people there and the confreres who won’t leave their
mission posts in spite of everything. I would like to make a donation to the
people of South Sudan and I pray for them
I also remember Fr Bob McCahill and his great work in Bangladesh!
Sincerely
Anne Marie Alle, Cheltenham, Glos
Ed. We thank on behalf of Fr Daniel Moschetti, Provincial in South
Sudan , the missionaries and people for the many acts of charity made
towards the recovery of damage made to mission houses , chapels, and
aid for the people. God bless you all!
Left: South Sudan - a suffering new nation.
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Chiswick 26.3.2014
Sr. Veronica
Morris (RIP)
By Sr Pat Holloway
r.Veronica was born in Glasgow
encouraging to all our younger
03/11/1922. Together with
Sisters. She made them all feel at
another Scottish girl (who
home. She worked for the Little Way
would later become Sr. Gesualda
Association. Also, she would spend
RIP), she travelled to Verona to join
hours making rosaries and crocheting
the Verona Sisters as we were called
shawls which she sold for the misat that time.Then World War II broke
sions. She was always doing someout and these young women
thing!
remained inside the convent walls.
In about 1988 Sr. Veronica went to
They could only speak Italian so as
work in the Parish here, answering
not to be identified as ‘aliens’. During
superiority. Fr. Michael Johnston,
the door and telephone and became
this time the group of four had their
Parish Priest at that time, said she was
a well-known figure in Chiswick.
spiritual preparation and made First
very supportive of all the Priests who
Parishioners remember her for being
Profession. Then after the war ended
came through Chiswick – the visiting
so kind and cheerful and always
Veronica was assigned to Sudan (Lull)
Priests, the newly ordained and the
ready to ‘muck in’, with no sense of
where she was a primary
Parish Priest. She was also parschool teacher. She used to
ticularly good with poor men
walk miles encouraging famwho called at the door for
“May they speed you to paradise,
ilies to send their daughters
food. She did this very munMay the Lord enfold you in his
to school.That’s why she had
dane simple work at the
mercy.
those bad feet. She was also
parish door for about 12 years
teaching in a seminary in
until she started getting forMay you find eternal life.”
Lull, Sudan. It was her great
getful and it was decided that
joy in later life when she
it was better for her to remain
heard that one of her pupils
in the convent. Fr. Michael
had become a Bishop or
regrets that he’s unable to be
Archbishop. In 1958 she was
here for the funeral Mass this
called back to London as
morning.
Novice Mistress. She is
We remember the commuremembered for her many
nity of the Comboni Sisters
virtues and especially her
here at Chiswick and in a spehumility. In 1964 she was
cial way, Sr Teresina, who
elected on to the General
cared for her in her long illCouncil based in Italy.
ness. And our condolences to
In 1970 she returned to
her family and relatives from
London
as
Provincial
Glasgow.
Superior and after that went
In her last years when
back to Sudan in 1974 until
something could catch her
1983. She was based in
attention she would become
Omdurman and El Obeid.
alert – at least with her eyes: Throughout her life, Sudan
when her old friend Sr.
was very important to
Claveria spoke to her, - when
Veronica.When she received
there were children around,
bad news of what was hapand - when people were
pening there, it made her
speaking about Sudan or
very sad. When she returned
Africa.
to London (Chiswick) in
May Veronica intercede for
1983, she went on Mission
Sudan!
May the choirs of angels come to greet you.
Appeals and was very
Rest in peace,Veronica!
S
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Fr Anthony hits
the 90 mark!
Able Seaman
A. J. Wolstenholme
1942
Happy Birthday
young man!
r.Anthony. J.Wolstenholme celebrated his 90th birthday at Nazareth House Rest Home, Glasgow, in the
company of fellow priests, his brother Peter
Wolstenholme, sisters Margaret Young & Ann Garlick from
Sheffield, friends from St Joaquin parish, Carmyle and the
Comboni Missionaries’ Carmyle House, Glasgow. He was
delighted when Archbishop Philip Tartaglia telephoned his
congratulations.Anthony Joseph Wolstenholme (Tony) was
born in Hawley Street Flats in the centre of Sheffield on
March 18th 1924 to William Reginald & Elizabeth Theresa
Mary Wolstenholme, the second of seven children born
between 1921 and 1939, two girls, Mary & Philomena died
in the 1920s. The family moved to the Manor in 1928, a
new Sheffield Council housing estate built in green fields
on the outskirts of the city. He attended St. Theresa’s
Elementary School, Prince of Wales Road, Manor Estate.
Fr Anthony with younger brother Peter Wolstenholme & Sisters
Ann Garlick & Margaret Young.
Following a pass in the Scholarship he was educated by
the Brothers at De la Salle Grammar School, Pitsmoor, and
Sheffield. From 1935 to 1940, after O-levels he was Estate, on August 10th. 1957. He was sent to the Mission at
employed as a trainee Metallurgist at Vickers Steels in Arua, Uganda in 1958 returning to Sunningdale 1965
Sheffield’s East End. He joined the Royal Navy in 1942 to where he served for several years. He was then sent to the
train as a Radio Operator in London, Portsmouth and Comboni Mission House in Carmyle, Glasgow. Failing
undersea in the submarine HMS Seraph sailing from the health this year resulted in him becoming a resident in
West coast of Scotland. During his time in Campbeltown Nazareth House in Glasgow run by the Sisters of Nazareth.
the crews of submarines HMS.
Seraph, Scorcher & Safari were invited to a Civic Dinner at the Town
Hall. He returned to Portsmouth and
was posted to a transmitting station
on the Faroe Islands serving shipping from the Atlantic to the Arctic
convoys. Demobbed in 1946 he
returned to Vickers Steels for one
year before answering a vocation to
the priesthood. After studying at
Varese, Italy he was ordained in
Milan in June 1957, returning to
Sunningdale Berkshire. He travelled
to his home town, Sheffield to celebrate the marriage service of his
younger brother, Peter to Margaret
Bell in St. Theresa’s Church, Manor Birthday guests at Fr Anthony's 90th
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Date:
3rd - 11th August 2014
Age group:
18 - 30
Cost of the pilgrimage:
£200.00
Walk: 110 km
More information from:
Sister Graça Almeida
email: [email protected];
Tel: 0208 994 0449; Mob: 0778 7132 912
Meeting point 3rd August 2014: Centro Juvenil Don Bosco, Rua Belvis, 2 - Santiago de Compostela.
Walk starting point: Sarria • There are places available for 10 people only. First come first served.
This Pilgrimage is organized by: Comboni Sisters in UK, Portugal, Spain and Italy.
Pilgrims must make their own way to and from Santiago de Compostela Airport.
Youth Walk Pilgrimage to Santiago de Compostela 3rd - 11th August 2014
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Name
Date of birth
Address
Email
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CLOSING DATE: 30TH JUNE

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