Monday, June 17, 2019

Mother Said "Remember and Pray"

By Marjorie Engcoy
Columban Lay Missionary in Fiji 

Few months into the second term, I made a call to my mother and told her, “I want to come home. I don’t understand what’s going on anymore. I’ve had enough; I’m done.” There was a long pause on the other line and I thought the signal was crappy again. Then, she answered me, “Remember whom you made your commitment to; remember how you were given this opportunity; remember who called you; remember and pray.”  

Marjorie with her Mom Elvie and niece
I admit that I was not in a very good space at that moment. Now I know, how depression feels and looks like—it was definitely not the best place to be in. That short conversation with my mother brought me to the corner and a series of flashbacks that played like a movie reduced me to tears that day. I did what she told me: to remember and pray. But there were too many things going on; I needed to talk to someone about it or else, I will go crazy. I called my personal companion and I had the longest conversation with her. God bless her heart for listening to me that long. She listened and helped me to listen to myself and see things clearer. At the end of our conversation, I felt a little better. The process of getting back on my feet gradually took place.

My second term is memorable for me. It has pushed me to my limitations, sometimes beyond my limitations. It made me cry barrels of tears. It taught me some valuable lessons. But it had its beautiful surprises as well, no doubt about that. It allowed me to discover more about myself. It gave me the opportunity to nurture my skills and learn new ones. It blessed me with new friendships and relationships. It made grow more mature. It nurtured me spiritually. It painted more colours in my missionary life. It gave my missionary song a more meaningful melody.

Towards the end of the term, I thought I was so sure of my decision of not renewing. But it looks like God’s plan is better than mine. The Lord turned things around for me; he refueled my tank. This through the faces of the people I journeyed with—mothers, fathers, youth and children. I felt more encouraged and inspired to continue. Then a small mishap came. A few people didn’t quite like it. But I said, all is well—it’s not going to change my decision. The most important thing is I can still serve; I will renew. When I got home for vacation, my mother and I had the chance to talk about my second term experience. And she said one thing that I will not forget: “Giving up is not the answer to all the big difficulties in life; taking a break is.” And this has made me appreciate this vocation even more. Now, I understood what my mother meant, “Trust in the Lord with all your heart.” Surely, Mother knows better!


Tuesday, May 7, 2019

Finding God

by Mavic Mercene 

In March, I attended a group retreat in Chiang Mai inspired by Henri Nouwen’s Common Union of Hearts.  Our facilitator asked “Where can you find God?” We had to share our reflections in our own small group. There were 5 of us in our group coming from different Christian faith background and culture.

Where can you find God?  

I am an introvert and I always find HIM in the silence of my heart, in the stillness of everything else around me.   I find God in nature, in the blowing wind, the swaying of trees, the falling leaves, the chattering noise of squirrels gliding from one branch to another, the pouring rain, the stillness yet brightness of the sky in its midnight blue, in the lushness of grass growing among good crops, in my old and wrinkly faced mother, in flowers of different colors, in the laughter of my grand nieces and nephew. Never did I think that I could find God in the busyness of everyday life. So when Mary, a middle aged lady from Malaysia shared that she finds God in airports, in hospitals, in banks, bus stations, and every place where there seems to be an unending hustle and bustle of activity, I can’t help but wonder how this could be. Mary leads a very busy life as a counselor in a Kuala Lumpur hospital.  She has seen suffering in all its form and degree. She has seen hope lost for many, life ending due to sickness or life ended due to the lost will to live. But she has also seen strangers’ kindness in the most unexpected circumstances. She has seen new life in all its potential, hope and beauty. She has seen her own strength surface when others strength are depleted.  She has seen heroic sacrifice and compassion that can only come from hearts that love.


Today I was at the bank. I had only three transactions so I finished early. But I also needed some help from the customer service so I waited to be served.  In my idleness, I remembered the events that unfolded the previous days at home. My son John Michael is graduating this June from college. Last Tuesday, he defended his thesis and when he came home he brought with him the news that his group got the highest score. The photo he shared with me was a testament of that triumph. Last Wednesday he joined his first ever medical mission which was at Teresa, Rizal where he was assigned to circumcise young boys. Again, he came home happy and fulfilled. Yesterday, his professor (or was it their dean) who broke the news that he and his friend Daniel who is a candidate for summa cum laude  got the highest individual score for their thesis defense. As such, their work will be presented to the whole graduating class of their school through a colloquium.  Though tired, I felt his pride and excitement.  So even in the bustling atmosphere in the bank, I became emotional. I texted my son “Amidst the busyness of the bank, my eyes are misty. I am happy, festive even, and I thank THE ONE UP ABOVE for the gift of your person. You worked hard and now you are reaping what you sowed.” I felt at that moment when I was texting my son, that SOMEONE invisible yet ever present was rejoicing with me and even seated beside me whispering in my ears “I was with you when your father died and when your sister and brother-in-law died. I was with you when your son James Patrick decided to stop school. But don’t forget that I was also with you when your children came to life, when James Patrick decided to return to school, when your mother turned 81 and in every joyful moments you will have, I will be there rejoicing and celebrating with you.” 


It was in that moment that I came to realize that God is ever present with me at home, at work and even when I am in transit between home and work. I see God in the eyes and laughter of Carlo and James, two small children living under the LRT station, and in the resilience of Jennifer and John, the parents of Carlo and James, who continue to persevere and never giving up on life, however hard their life seem to be.

Thursday, March 21, 2019

Following Fr. Chapman's Footsteps

by Haiti Muller

Coming back home from visitation in prison, I felt the beauty of nature, trees so green with cool breeze, birds singing loudly and the heaven starts to open with its blessing of rain making my tiredness go away, hoping that my brothers in jail would feel the same experiences that I have; my heart melt and my tears dropped. I miss them. My mind and heart are restless but how can I help them? What can I offer them? Or is it enough just to give them hope? I failed to find answers to my own questions so I kept quiet and said, “Lord, I need you. I can’t do this alone. Please be with me.” Then slowly some answers came to mind.  Matthew 25:36 said, “I was naked and you clothe me, I was sick and you took care of me, I was in prison and you visited me.” This verse in the bible touches my heart to love and give my time fully for the inmates.

Today is my one year and two months of being a missionary volunteer in the male prison. As I reflect on my journey, I remember that on my first week, I was so nervous knowing that my Visayan language is not good but I was challenged by my coordinator to speak it. One day, we went to jail to follow up on the profiles of the inmates. My coordinator told me to interview some of them. At the thought of hearing their stories, I was excited to meet them but at the same time I was nervous. When the first inmate came and sat beside me, I was confident enough to greet him, “maayong buntag kuya.” He responded and I again said, “kumusta?”  He started to talk in Visaya but I only smiled because I didn’t introduce myself first because my Visaya is limited.  When he heard me talk, he knew that I was still struggling with my language so he started to talk to me in English. I was so happy that he can speak English but when my coordinator found out that we talked in English she told the inmate not to talk to me in English saying further, “speak Visaya to her so that she can practice too.” I laughed and tried to talk in Visaya again. It made my day.

(picture used with permission)
Day after day and week after week, I see in myself the joy every time I encountered them even with my limited Visaya. Laughing and smiling together through the pain they face in jail make them feel light.  Some of their stories are really sad; some are neglected and abandoned by their own families but they still have faith in themselves. After hearing their stories, I came to realize how difficult it is to cope inside the jail which is so crowded with 2900 inmates and the space for them is very small.  But they always find space in the chapel to rest and sleep at day time. The chapel is a place for them to have space and have activities like mass, spiritual workshop, counseling and also a place where I can give them my time.  However, the joy I encountered since my first time in prison slowly faded away because of the heat. I respected the law of the prison not to take anything inside. When we started to talk with the inmates I could feel the heat and I started to fan myself with my hand without knowing that one of the inmates excused himself and went looking for fan. When he handed me the fan, I started to be ashamed of myself and tears started to fall from my eyes realizing that I shouldn’t do that in front of them and realizing too that I was just there not even a month but I already started to show signs of giving up just because of the heat and here they are struggling for many years already but they still manage to smile. They taught me a lesson.


Every time I come home, I always go to the chapel and offer my day of joy and pain in front of the Blessed Sacrament and pray for the inmates and also for me to be strong because this helps me to be relieved. I take as a blessing every experience.

In the jail chapel, there was a painting of a priest.  Every time I visit the jail, I always pass by it. So one day I asked one of the inmates who the man in the painting was and the inmate answered, “You said you are a Columban Missionary but you don’t know him? He is Fr. Chapman, a Columban priest. He loved us so much. He used to hear our confession, gave us food and he built this chapel.” I was so amazed upon hearing Fr. Chapman’s story. His story gave me courage to give the inmates more place in my heart. From that time on, I didn’t want to live a day without visiting the jail. However there were times I have to attend to other duties so I am unable to visit them which makes me very sad.

Haiti learned candle making so 
she can train former inmates.
Eight months through being a jail volunteer, I started to reflect and think of what I can do to lessen the heat in the chapel. Through the help of my coordinator, we were able to come up with a renovation plan which was partly to put an insulator on the roof. So I started to save a bit of my own money although I know it’s not enough to start the work. Through our prayers and trusting God that He will do the rest, we were able to find some benefactors who helped secure materials for the renovation. Likewise, my ministry coordinator also helped financially so our dream could happen. The inmates helped with the labor and the renovation went well. Every day, I visited the construction and I can’t help but admire the inmates for helping one another in order to complete the work. The renovation works started in September. It is now the 23rd  of October and it’s now done and beautiful and I could feel the heat is less.  I fell silent and thank God for what he has done for the sake of the inmates through the generosity of the benefactors. Now we are preparing for the coming Sunday 29th October which is prison awareness Sunday because the chapel will be blessed to God be the glory.

It’s truly a blessing. Words are not enough to express my gratitude. I thank God for making things possible through the generous support of our benefactors, families and friends. I also would like to thank the life of Fr Chapman who inspired me to give my life fully on mission. I salute my ministry coordinator for mentoring and challenging me each day to do my best and give God the glory and put my trust in Him. To the inmates, thank you for giving me  joy and helping me grow each day to  be a good missionary and being patient with my limitation of Visaya. To my Columban family especially my fellow lay missionaries in Mindanao, thank you for being with me here always especially when I feel that life is difficult. Last but not the least I would like to thank my dad for always listening to me, to my mom who is now in heaven for praying for me, and to my siblings for always providing for me when I needed something on my mission. To my nieces and my nephews thank you for always making me smile and happy when I am down. To those who are part of my life journey and those who pray for me, thank you for everything. Without you all I know I won’t make it to be who I am today.

 Haiti, Vasemaca and Liliani

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

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.

Mother Said "Remember and Pray"

By Marjorie Engcoy Columban Lay Missionary in Fiji   Few months into the second term, I made a call to my mother and told her, “I want to...