Wednesday, February 13, 2019

My Valentine

By Lilibeth Sabado

Many countries around the world today celebrate Valentine’s Day.  I suppose you will agree with me when I say that this day is loaded  with commercialism. Every place seems to be packed with lovers; this day is filled with special meals, dinner for two, special shows and concerts, roses and chocolates, jewelries, stuffed toys, heart shaped- desserts, cards, balloons, gifts in various kinds including pets like kittens or puppies as romantic gifts!  Traffic congestion everywhere, fully booked restaurants and so on.   I must admit that all these Valentine commotions used to thrill me a lot. When I was younger, Valentine’s Day has to be special. Within 24 hours, it seems so magical, and often times it is more impulsive and is difficult to let go.

Beth's parents
However, as I grow older, I come to realize that the things I mentioned earlier are just superficial expressions. The way I see things is far more different now. The material things and gestures that used to excite me a lot when I was younger has been replaced by something more focused, something more palpable, tangible and deep.  As I journey the second half of my life, I see every day as Valentine’s Day. I see each day as magical.  I say so because the fact that I wake up each day is indeed a gift of love. The day of love no longer exist just one day in a year, but every day I wake up is an opportunity to show love to everyone around me. This love is no longer an exclusive one but an inclusive affection and to everyone that I come to encounter. Day after day is Valentine’s Day. Someone said that, the world is never short of love, for as long as we continue to give it freely and unconditionally. If we continue to give love, then what a lovely world we will have.

Eleven years ago, few days before February 14, my siblings and I were planning and preparing for our most special but unconventional Valentine celebration, there were flowers and food involved, there were friends and relatives who showed up and we felt their love.  We wanted the day to be extra special because on that day, we were celebrating a gift of life. On this day we sent off the man who taught us how to love. On Valentine’s Day, we sent Dad to his final resting place.  On this day we buried our Valentine, my mom’s Valentine, my valentine, the man I love best on earth. His departure on earth was sad and inevitable. Whenever I think of Dad, however, I am comforted in the thought that he is not totally gone. I do not see him physically but I continue to give back love which he taught me how. I think of love, I give love and I know he is there and I feel him in my heart. I continue to miss him every single day but I look forward to the day where I will meet him again, and I believe for sure what a day of rejoicing it will be. Love never dies. Love bears all things. Love is free.  Love is the most powerful force on earth. 

 Happy Valentine’s Day everyone!

The Sabado Family

Tuesday, January 8, 2019

The Road to New Friendships

by Febie Gonzales
Columban Lay Missionary in Taiwan

Good morning! These are two words that made a big difference in my missionary journey in Taiwan. On the first day of my Mandarin class, I went out early that morning to my teacher’s house. I walked slowly while praying the rosary.  There were a lot of people I met on the streets.  I smiled and bowed my head to greet them even if I didn’t know how to say good morning in the local language.  Some people responded back the same way and some did not.  When I learned the Mandarin word for “good morning,” I greeted people saying “zao an.”

One day a woman I frequently met on the street approached me and made friends with me.  I didn’t understand what she was saying at that time because I didn’t know the language, and she spoke and understood very little English. However, I recorded what she said on my phone with the intent of asking my teacher what it meant. To my surprise I learned that the woman gave me her contact number which I then added to my contact list.


From there our journey in friendship began.  Her name is Rainbow. She is 53 years old, married and a mom of three children.  She is a Buddhist. She works as a baby care worker.  She loves to cook too. At our first meeting she invited me to go to her house and visit her family, but I declined because I still didn’t know her well and the place at that time.  Every Friday afternoon we meet at the park to get to know each other and have a conversation to practice the language.  As our friendship grew I felt comfortable with her, and I enjoyed her company During my visits to her home I felt welcomed. I felt happy to have met and known her family and them getting to know me as well.  She also introduced me to her friends, so I gained more friends.

Febie and Mama Rainbow
We spent time together sometimes for dinner and at times recreation like watching a movie or doing some exercises. She brought me to different places in Hsinchu, and one Sunday I brought her to Mass because she was interested to attend.  She showed me her motherly love and care and comforted me many times.  She knows when I am happy and sad.  I shared with her my ups and downs in life through my limited language.  In the same way she would share about her life, and in my limited language I was able to listen and understand her sharing.

After the full time language course I moved to Zhongli due to my involvement with migrant ministry.  However, due to the need to attend part-time Mandarin classes I traveled to Hsinchu regularly. With this, I usually had the chance to visit my friend Rainbow and her family in their home.  Taking the train back to Zhongli, Rainbow would usually accompany me to the train station.  Mama Rainbow, as I call her, will always tell me, “take care, my girl and come home again.”

My experience with my Mama Rainbow opened up my being. I learned to reach out and befriend others without fear like those I meet on the streets, anywhere and everywhere.  Friends are the golden treasures God has given me.  They listen, strengthen, love, care and comfort me.  They continue to inspire me every day. 

In John’s Gospel, Jesus called His disciple friends. Moreover, it also reminded me that the road to new friendships is to give a smile and be kind to everyone especially strangers.  As Jesus said in Mt. 25: 25 “I am a stranger and you welcome me.” Being a stranger in a foreign land, I feel blessed, thankful and fulfilled with my mission journey here in Taiwan with the gifts of many friends who warmly welcomed me in to their hearts and  homes. 

December 2017, Beautiful Taiwan rainbow shines for record-breaking 9 hours

Tuesday, December 18, 2018

Giving Away a Daughter to Mission is a Mission in Itself

by Mavic Mercene
CLM Staff

Most of the time I am invited to attend the mission sending of lay missionaries in Luzon. Recently, I had the chance, and grateful for it, to have witnessed the mission sending of Hazel Jean Angwani at Sta Rita de Cascia Mission Station in Bontoc, Mt. Province on December 9, 2018.

Sta Rita de Cascia Mission Station, Bontoc, Mt. Province
From Manila, there were three cars who carried twenty Columban priests, lay missionaries and co-workers to Bontoc. Of the twenty were Gloria Canama and Marilyn Semborio, two returned lay missionaries who were assigned in Pakistan, and Monaliza Esteban who will be joining Hazel in Pakistan.  We left the CLM House, Cubao at 4:00am on December 8 and traveled down to Bontoc by traversing the plains of Nueva Ecija, the winding roads of Nueva Vizcaya, the landlocked province of  Ifugao known for its spectacular rice terraces then on to the death-defying roads yet beautiful Mt. Province.  We arrived in Bontoc at approximately 5:30pm.  We were housed at Teng-ab Pastoral Complex which is owned and managed by the Apostolic Vicariate of Bontoc-Lagawe.

The mission sending of Hazel was scheduled for the following day Sunday, December 9. We left Teng-ab for the church at 6:45 and set the Mission Promotion and Fundraising table to give away pamphlets on Columban Misson and sell different Columban items. Many parishioners came early and showed support to our mission by buying rosaries, t-shirts, and the Subanen Craft-made bracelets.

Hazel with her parents
The mass started with the procession which included Hazel walking down the aisle arm and arm with her parents. I saw pride in Hazel's mom but sadness in her father's eyes.   It was  a powerful image of the blessing being bestowed by Hazel's parents on her and to the life she chose, a manifest that they have chosen to actively participate in Hazel's journey and mission. Her parents were giving her away to Columban Mission and to Pakistan. As a mother myself, I could only fathom the sadness and perhaps even fear her parents went through when Hazel told them that she was being assigned to Pakistan. 

During the homily Fr. Michael Tokoyen said that Bontoc has received missionaries and it is indeed an honor to be sending one of its parishioners to be a missionary to Pakistan.  He encouraged everyone to know more about the Columbans and other missionary groups and perhaps one day, another one will follow Hazel's footsteps.

During the ceremony, Hazel received a bible, a mission cross and a candle.  The bible will nourish and strengthen the faith of Hazel. In reading, reflecting and praying God's word, she will continue to grow in her willingness to serve the poor and marginalized of Pakistan.  The cross symbolizes the greatest love ever known which is God's love. It is also a sign of the mission to which she is called for. The candle symbolizes the light, hope and healing of the world. It is also a reminder to Hazel that the Lord's light is the most powerful light ever.

Before the mass ended, Hazel declared her personal mission statement.

 

Hazel's mother also thanked  everyone present and the whole community for their support to Hazel and to the mission. Her words "yaman, yaman, yaman" which means "thank you, thank you, thank you" reverberated inside and outside the Church.

Breakfast was also prepared for everyone at the parish hall. Everyone took time to share the meal and stories among parishioners and guests. This was also an opportunity for us guests to know more of Bontoc and Cordillera history. The "pink ladies" were a hit to all of us.  One "pink lady" had a tattoo inked in her arms.  We circled her and asked her the the story of her tattoo which she willingly shared. She also taught us to dance their local dance.

Mission Promotion
Hazel's parents prepared lunch in their house. During lunch, she shared how she felt when Hazel talked to her about last will and testament. Columban Missionaries are normally buried where they die. In case of death in Pakistan, Hazel will be buried in Pakistan. But if the family wants to have her body returned to them, they have to facilitate its transport. At first Hazel's mom, did not want to hear any of these. In fact, she cried while hearing what Hazel was saying. But seeing that going to mission is where Hazel's heart is, she listened and asked that if anything happens to her, she wants Hazel's ashes back to the family.  Hearing it as a mother myself, cut my heart like a knife.

The trip to Bontoc was not only witnessing the meaningful and beautiful mission sending of Hazel. It was also feasting our eyes and enjoying the mountains and terrain of the Cordilleras, and experiencing the Igorot culture, of a people who highly values nature, ever grateful for the missionaries who evangelized them then, very respectful to their elders, and keeping centuries old traditions, like farming and loom weaving, alive.


Banaue Rice Terraces

Wednesday, November 14, 2018

Three Confident Christian Women

By Fr Neil Collins, SSC
Misyon Vol.8 No. 3 July - August 1995 issue


A couple of years ago, I spent a week in Pakistan, visiting our three Filipina Columban Lay Missionaries: Pilar Tilos, Emma Pabera and Gloria Canama. As the Columban Lay Mission Co-ordinator for Mindanao in the Philippines, the experience was invaluable for me. It has coloured all I’ve said and done since. 

First Impression 
My first impression of Lahore, where Emma and Pilar worked, was formed in a night drive through streets packed with cars, buses, weaving motorcycles, bicycles and wagons hauled by oxen or buffaloes. I admired the skill and the coolness of our driver, Fr. Mike Gormly. But I remember even more the driver of a truck who gave us directions, and then followed to make sure we didn't get lost. Such courtesy was one of the constant themes of my visit. 

Filipino Meal
The lay missionaries had prepared a Filipino meal to welcome us. For me, after living in the Philippines for ten years, it was like coming home. 

Cricket
In the morning I realized I was far from the Philippines. I awoke puzzled by a thump, thump, thump and the sound of children's voices coming from downstairs. It turned out that a game of cricket was being played against the front door. That was another of the constants, cricket in the streets, on every patch of dusty, waste ground, everywhere. At the time the Pakistanis were the world cricket champions every boy seemed to see himself playing on the national team.
Lahore, 1992, Emma with the children in the village
Women Only 
As it was a Sunday, we went to Shadbagh parish where Mass was celebrated. Emma and Pilar went off to speak to friends and organize some meetings. I took off my shoes and went inside. I found a space near the back of the hall which was almost full. Something was bothering me, but is was only when Pilar came to rescue me that I realized that I was sitting on the women's side. When I saw that at least half of the congregation were men and boys, I was impressed.

Only Crawling 
Emma told me she gets letters from home, asking, "What are you doing there? Why aren't you here where the action is?" I think she is tempted at times to agree with the writers. "We're still only crawling," she confessed.

Presence as Main Contribution
I was struck by the reaction of various people to our lay missionaries. One young girl in the family who came to lunch was obviously taken by Emma and her way of acting. Fr. Finbar Maxwell summed it up by saying that the main contribution of the Filipina missionaries may well be, "Presence, as confident Christian women, leaders in their communities, free". Evening brought Pilar and me to another Catholic family for a hot and spicy meal. Pilar had to drink three glasses of water.

Street Sweeper 
Pilar Tilos
Like many of the Christians, the father was a street sweeper, working in the middle of the night. He had a second job also. His wife worked cleaning a house. They managed to have a comfortable home, and the were putting their son through technical school. Half of his school fees are paid by the government.

Chauvinism 
Pilar told me one story about her friendship with them. One evening when she was eating with them, the boy ordered his older sister to get him a glass of water. Reacting to this example of the male dominant culture, Pilar snapped. "Get it yourself!" For a second everyone froze, then the boy got up and poured his own glass saying, "All right." The girl looked at Pilar as if to say, "If I tried that my parents would have punished me." It's a small example of how a foreign missionary can sometimes do what a local can't do.

Very Hospitable 
The Pakistanis were very hospitable to me as a man. Each time I went to a mosque, someone would approach me, grasp my hand and say,"Welcome to Pakistan." When I went out alone, and becoming confused had to ask for directions, people would go out of their way to guide me. In shops, in a very fine local museum, at the airport, it was always the same, a little initial suspicion, then a handshake, a huge smile and helpfulness.

Look Straight Ahead 
But when Pilar and I shared a horse-drawn buggy with a Muslim family, Pilar had to sit in the middle, with the mother on one side and me safely on the other. "I have to walk like a buffalo," Pilar complained, meaning that a woman could look neither right nor left, in case she caught the eye of a man.

Gloria Canama with Filipino migrants in Pakistan

Pilar, Emma and Gloria 
In the prayer groups that Pilar, Emma nd Gloria organize, they help the women to reflect on their lives and on their faith, so such incidents and the attitudes that underlie them must be discussed. But it's their own example and freedom that is the loudest message.

How About You? 
Since I've come back to Mindanao I have met many possible lay missionaries, men and women, married and single, who wish to go as partners in mission with the Columbans. I carry a packet of photographs from my visit to Pakistan, and I find that they explain what lay mission is all about much more eloquently than I can. Difficult, still crawling, effective - all of these describe the work of our Filipina lay missionaries and, Emma would add, 'very enriching.'


This article first appeared in Misyon Vol.8 No. 3 July - August 1995 issue. Fr. Neil Collins was the Columban Lay Mission Program's Mindanao District Coordinator then. Emma, Pilar and Gloria were the first Filipino Columban Lay Missionaries sent to Pakistan in October 1990. Emma (Candoni, Negros Occ.) completed one term of three years in Pakistan and then joined the Formation Staff of CLM - Philippines from 1994 until her retirement in 2006. Pilar Tilos served in Pakistan for five years before she joined our creator while in mission. Gloria Canama was a Columban Lay Missionary from 1990 until 2013 spending most of her mission work in Pakistan.

Thursday, October 4, 2018

Called to be Missionaries

by Ms. Nene Yap

As a mother of eight, I am proud to say that three of them joined the Columban Lay Missionaries.  And there is no other joy than seeing my children willing to offer their life as missionaries serving our God through others.  Hence, I am most thankful for the opportunities to touch other lives. I thank the Columban Missionaries for providing my children a venue to express their love of God through service to our brothers and sisters who are in need of spiritual care.  I thank the Columban family for having a program where one can offer his/her life as a missionary for the service of our God and the Church.  You are an instrument of God's love not just to our family but to the world.


Being a missionary is not so new to my children, for us their parents, have also been missionaries in our own unique way.  We have mostly lived our life as a couple working and helping closely with the Jesuit missionary fathers in building and establishing our then Prelature of Ipil, which was recently erected as a Diocese.  As a couple, we have been missionaries locally and internationally helping form Basic Ecclessial Communities (BECs)  or Gagmayng Kristohanng Katiligban (GKK) in our context and strengthening the Family Life Apostolate.  So with all of our participation and involvement in these missionary activities, our time as parents to be physically present for our children had to be sacrificed.  There were many times that we had to leave our children with our adult relatives or friends.  And it is an absence not just for days but weeks due to time and distance that we have to take in order for us to be able to fulfill our missionary endeavors and commitment. It is an unfortunate fact that some of my children have grown in this unlikely kind of family environment.  But it is with no regret that as a couple we have accepted the situation relying only in God's grace.

Yap Family
It is only with God's grace also that we have given all our children the proper education they need for them to fulfill their own dreams and aspirations.  Some of them even went to some big universities and institutions which was unimaginable then for our meager salary (honorarium) combined as a couple that we were receiving from the Prelature.  With our love of God and continuous service for the Church, I can proudly say I have seen and felt God's generosity through the many people we have worked with.  Indeed, 'seek ye first the Kingdom of God and all things will come to you' has been our real experience as a couple with our family.  In serving the Lord with our whole heart, He didn't let us down for He provided the things that our children needed for their growing up.  I believe that it is because of our family's unique setting that a calling to be missionaries for some of my children came with not much of surprise to us.   As a couple, I believe we have made ourselves clear to our children that they can choose to be whatever they want to be and we will give them the support they need in the best way we can.  And is with great joy that the call of my children to be missionaries was not from an outside force but from their own willing and personal spiritual discernment.

With my husband Lito during our younger years
As a parent of three missionaries, I have nothing but joy in my heart that our hard  work and sacrifice, as a missionary couple, have more than paid off.  As I recall the loving memories of my husband Lito who has gone ahead to our Creator on June 6, 2006, I know that he is smiling with me knowing some of our children had somewhat followed our footsteps to be missionaries with our model and guide who is Jesus.  I know that the life of a missionary is never easy. It is a  path of sacrifice, pain and danger but at the same time a path for great self-discovery, adventure and spiritual fulfillment. It is a path that I would not want to bargain with anything else in this world, for it was a path for my knowledge of the great love of God for me and my family. Yes, it will be a path that I will always recommend but not force on anyone else because I know that each of us here on earth has different calling in serving our God.

To end, I express and offer my endless gratitude and prayer to the Columban Family who embraced my three children as their own and shared their missionary spirit.  I hope for more of God's blessings  for the Columban Family that you will continue to touch many lives by providing opportunities to touch other lives.  I thank you for providing my children a venue to express their love of God through service for our brothers and sisters who are in need of spiritual care. You are an instrument of God's love not just to our family but to the world.

With my daughters visiting the grave of my husband.
From right counter clockwise: Joni, Jenny, Joan and Jasmine
With Jasmine, USA
Ms Nene Yap, fondly called by many as Mommy Yap, has three children who joined the CLM over the years.  Jenny joined the orientation in 1999 and was assigned to Fiji from 2000  to 2003.  She is now married and has her own family.  Jasmine joined CLM in 2004 and was assigned to Taiwan from 2005 until 2007.  She is now married and lives with her husband in the United States. Joan joined the CLM orientation in 2010. She is now on her 7th year as a Columban Lay Missionary in Taiwan.  Mommy Yap's youngest son Marcelo is preparing for his Diaconate Ordination set for November 2018.

Thursday, September 27, 2018

Behind a tattoo is a story

By Mavic Mercene

Liliani Maafu, from the Kingdom of Tonga, one of the many islands in the South Pacific, arrived in Manila on the 28th of December 2015 with two of her team mates. After only a few days in the capital, they flew to Cagayan de Oro to spend the new year with the lay missionaries assigned in Mindanao. Right after new year they again moved to Davao City for six months studies of the Cebuano language. Now she is assigned at the Barra Chapel as well as in women’s ministry of the Archdiocese of Cagayan de Oro.

Liliani has met many people in and out of her ministry and every time she tells them where she comes from, she is always bombarded with more questions like: Where is Tonga? Is it in Africa? Who is the president of Tonga? Oh, you do not have a president only a prime minister? And you have a king? What is the money (currency) in Tonga? And so on and on and on. Later, she realized that some people just want to make a small talk as a sign of respect and they do not really mind what your answer is. So one time, she told someone that she is from Hawaii and he seem satisfied with her answer and no more questions followed.

Liliani Maafu, 27th June 2018 at CLM House
Liliani has been in the Philippines for almost 3 years now as a Columban Lay Missionary and she feels overwhelmed with the graces she has been blessed with through her many experiences, some funny, some good, some not so good, and there are also ordinary daily experiences which made her stop, think and contemplate. An example is this: One morning in a jeepney ride going to her ministry, she sat beside the driver. She felt the driver’s curiosity on her. When she paid her fare, he asked if she was a foreigner. She said she was a local but he did not believe her because of her accent. She told him she had been away for quite a while, hence, the accent. The jeepney ride continued and he noticed her t-shirt which at that time was a red T-shirt with the Columban logo on the left breast. “Are you a missionary?” he asked, and with quiet pride she said yes. “Why do you serve the Lord?” he asked. She was taken aback and kept quiet for a while to gather her thoughts and then she said “because this is the right thing to do”. He kept quiet. Few minutes into his silence, he noticed and pointed at her right wrist and asked, “Is that a tattoo?” he asked. She nodded. He looked surprised and incredulous and asked, “Why does a nice lady like you have a tattoo?” She looked at him perplexed and said, “Why not?” The driver went on to say that he always had bad impression of girls sporting tattoos. In his opinion women with tattoos are loose and not supposed to serve the Lord. But he looked at her with what seemed like admiration and said, “Yet here you are, a nice lady with a tattoo serving the Lord.” And when she looked at him, she saw that he was also sporting tattoos in his arms up to his shoulders and she threw back his own question. “Why do you say all these when you yourself have tattoos?” she asked. “Ooh, this is different. I can have tattoos because I do not serve the Lord,” he said. “That is not true,” said she. “What difference does a tattoo make to a person? What is important to the Lord is the heart, what is in one’s heart, not how one looks like on the outside. The LORD doesn't see things the way we see them. People judge by outward appearance, but the LORD looks at the heart.” After a very long pause he said “Now, I will never look at women with tattoos the way I used to. Thank you.” Liliani’s heart rejoiced with this enlightenment.

Liliani (in red shirt) with other Columban Missionaries

Back in Tonga, tattoos are quite common among men. It is a cultural thing.  But tattoos are not common among girls and women.  When Liliani was in high school, she met a girl from another island who was in the same class as her.  They became very close and as a sign of their new found friendship they vowed to have their name tattooed on each other. Young and foolish Liliani was then, the promise was just a half hearted one for her.  But when classes ended and just before going back home, her friend tagged her along to see a tattoo artist and to have the tattoo they promised.  Her friend went under the needle first and she had Liliani tattooed on her back.  Even at that very moment, Liliani did not know if she really wanted to have a tattoo, let alone her friend's name.  Her friend kept asking where to have her tattoo. Again, Liliani did not know where to ink her friend's name in her body.  Liliani want it hidden since her father will not approve of any tattoo, at the same time she did not want to expose her body to a total stranger who will do the tattoo.  So she decided to have Melania Waqa on her right wrist. This tattoo is a piece of art and symbol of friendship.

After the death of his father few years back, four of her brothers had their father's name Sikifi tattooed on their body.  Liliani had hers only last year when she was missing her family, most of all her father.  Putting her father's name on her wrist was to honor him and to let him know that gone he may be but never forgotten.  This tattoo is a permanent memorial, a remembrance tattoo to an unbreakable bond of a daughter  to her father, a daughter's love and reverence big enough to merit an art in her body.

My Ministry with the Elderly

by Jenanydel Nola

When I was first sent to Beongcheon dong in South Korea as a Columban Lay Missionary I had doubts and uncertainties as to why I was here.

I roamed around the city and hoped that just seeing the place might help me understand my presence there.

During that time, I noticed many elderly people sitting in the street. One night I saw an elderly lady standing alone. I greeted her with a smile and she invited me to her house.  Inside we sat on the floor while she shared her life story with me. As I was leaving to go home at 9:00pm she asked me to visit her again as she lived alone and rarey had company.  I promised that I would return.

For more than a year I spent most of my time visiting the elderly.  The work is enjoyable but takes a lot of energy, and a peaceful mind and heart to be able to listen to them.

Among the people I have engaged with are:
  • A woman who was left by her own family and is now living alone.
  • A woman who shares the smae stories every time I visit her because she is suffering from Alzheimer's disease.
  • A woman with whom I have to coverse through writing because she can't hear.
  • A woman who can hear but can't see me because she is blind.
  • At least two who are sick.
  • At least two from North Korea.
As time passed, my face became familiar to them, and I would meet up with some of them in the church and after Mass I would walk with them on their way home.  Often I was invited to visit them in their homes.

After more than a year in Bongcheon dong mission parish I decided to spend some of my time at GuRyong village which is known as the last shanty town in Gangnam, Seoul's wealthiest district.  Most of the residents in the village are elderly.




With the help of Fr. Lim Yong-Hwan (the Chief of the Urban Poor Apostolate Committee), I met Sr. Lucia who lives in in the village.  She introduced me to the residents, many of whom I now spend time with playing the guitar and singing and learning Korean songs. I massage their shoulders, back or aching legs and hold their hands to let them feel they are not alone.  I listen to their stories and complaints and share my own, despite my imperfect language which makes them laugh.  I sit with them silently while we watch their favorite TV program.

In reaching out to comfort those in need it is I who feel comforted and loved by them.  By God's grace and mercy, I finished my first mission term in Korea.

2016, Seoul, With fellow Columban Missionaries



Jenanydel Nola joined the orientation for Columban Lay Missionaries in June 2013 and went to Korea on May 20, 2014 for her first mission assignment. After almost 4 years of mission work there, she is now back in the Philippines with her family  in Maitum, Sarangani.
(Posted: September 2018)

My Valentine

By Lilibeth Sabado Many countries around the world today celebrate Valentine’s Day.   I suppose you will agree with me when I say that t...