28/12/2020
December 28, 2020
Christmas at Gekano Parish
Each year the Bismarck Mission hosts a Christmas gathering for the orphans enrolled in the Educational Program. As this time, we have 459 enrolled. In the week before Christmas, we went to each parish—Ichuni, Manga, and Gekano—for a celebration. Because of co-vid our gatherings were altered this year but did include the distribution of their Christmas gift which consisted of wheat flour and cooking fat that are used to make mandazi and chapata, two traditional foods used in celebrations. They were served a lunch of a small loaf of bread and a soda. As a result of a donor from the Diocese of Bismarck, each orphan also received a gift of KSH 500 ($5.00), a significant amount of money that would represent the approximate value of one day’s wage.
School for the children and youth of Kenya is scheduled to resume on January 4, 2021, a long ten months since school was suspended in March 2020, although grades four, eight, and twelve returned to school in October to prepare for national exams. Simply put, there will be challenges.
Amidst the Christmas gatherings, I tried to prepare for the Mass of the Fourth Sunday of Advent and the Mass of Christmas, most notably, to write homilies in Kiswahili. We do know that Christmas fell on a Friday which meant the following Sunday was the Feast of the Holy Family, another Mass for which I needed to prepare. I did feel stress.
On Christmas Eve, we received 1.60” of rain which meant the roads were muddy and slippery. On Christmas Day, I went to three mission parishes to celebrate with the people. As I left the house at 6:30am to venture forth for Christmas Masses, the area was shrouded in fog and mist, dense enough that the road was barely visible. I said to myself, “How does one see the potholes and ruts in such conditions?” Creeping along in first and second gear I arrived at the first mission at 7:00am, climbed the steep hill only to find the church locked—no one was there. After five minutes, a man came to unlock the church and said the people were told Mass was at 8:00am. I descended the hill to the vehicle to wait inside it—it was damp and cool so I warmed myself with the heater. We did start Mass at 7:30am.
I arrived at the second mission to a church full of people, at least 500 were crowded into the building with the choir singing vigorously. With the strength of all the people singing, ululating, and dancing, I thought the roof of the church might be lifted. It was an experience to behold. Inside the church, it was hot… After Mass, the catechist mentioned that Mass at this mission parish was to be at 7:00am and the Mass at the aforementioned mission parish was to be at 9:00am. The people waited nearly two hours for Mass. In my defense, I did show him the message I received from the pastor stating the times and places. Evidently, somewhere along the line there was miscommunication and misunderstanding.
At the third Mass of the morning, I arrived to a large group of people in an open field. During preparations for the celebration of Mass, I did a rough count of the assembled faithful, about 900. The sun was blazing, and the skies were clear. The altar and chair in which I sat were mercifully under a makeshift shelter shielding me from the intense sun of the day.
By the time I returned home, unloaded the vehicle, cleaned up and ate lunch, it was 3:00pm. I was tired. By 7:30 that evening I was in bed for a good night’s rest.
Just to make matters more interesting, on Holy Family Sunday, I was scheduled for three Mass, again at three different mission parishes. When I arrived at the third place at 11:00am, the gates and the church were shuttered. I waited about ten minutes, and no one showed up so I went home and had the remainder of the day to rest.
As I have often written, “Every day is an adventure.”
Heri ya Krismasi na Heri ya Mwaka Mpya! (Blessings of Christmas and Blessings of the New Year.)