Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Grief: A Universal Experience

I know it was just a coincidence but still…the timing was incredible. I was driving to the village of Xilotlancingo, and I passed an open space high in the mountains where there was cell phone service for a couple of minutes. A beep alerted me that I had an e-mail; it was from Father Fred Monk, founding director of Mission Mexico. The message ended thus: “Take care and keep out of the ditch!! Fred.”
The road near where Godofredo went into "the ditch"
So far I’ve kept out of “the ditch.” That’s important because most of the mountain roads here don’t have a "ditch"—they have deep ravines that go a long way down. And on the day I received Fred’s message, I was on my way to the burial of a 21-year-old teacher, Godofredo, who had driven into such a “ditch” two days earlier.
Godofredo being waked on the dirt floor of his one-room house
Godofredo had just received a permanent teaching job a month earlier. In fact, he had received his first payment, but hadn’t had time to change the check at a bank yet. He and three cousins went off the road on a Saturday night. The three others are still in the hospital. Godofredo died at the scene.
Godofredo's mother, Wilfrida—her husband died two years ago, and she was living
with  her son Godofredo and his family
It was sad to attend the burial. I couldn’t help but think of the biblical book of Ruth, in which Ruth and her mother-in-law, Naomi, were left without a male presence to accompany them. In this case, it was Godofredo’s wife, Camelia, and his mother, Wilfrida, who were left without a male presence to accompany them. And to make matters even more difficult, Camelia now has to look after her two daughters on her own: two-year-old Arleta Alfonsina, and a newborn baby who doesn’t have a name yet.
Godofredo's wife (now widow), Camelia, and their daughter Arleta Alfonsina
Godofredo’s casket was carried from his house to the main square of the village, where the children from his class at school paid their last respects to him. Then the casket was placed on the back of a truck and driven to the cemetery outside the village. I followed that truck with family members and cement, flowers, candles, etc.
The truck driving Godofredo's body to the cemetery in Xilotlancingo
A trail of flower petals were dropped on the road all the way from the house to the cemetery. This was meant to make it easy for Godofredo to find his way home if he wished to do so on his journey to the next life. At the cemetery every person present (and that was hundreds) incensed his final resting place before the casket was lowered into it.
Godofredo's mother, Wilfrida, incensing his final resting place
Before closing the tomb, all of Godofredo’s clothing, shoes, and personal belongings—even a briefcase with school books—were placed alongside the casket in the tomb, so that these possessions would accompany him. Then the tomb was sealed as final prayers and hymns were offered.
Placing Godofredo's belongings inside the tomb with him
As a final detail, a baby chick was placed on the tomb, although it immediately began to wander around the cemetery. The chick is placed there because it can guide Godofredo to water if he needs that during his upcoming journey.
The baby chick meant to help Godofredo find water on his journey to "new life"
The grief expressed at this burial reminded me that grief is a universal experience. Yes, many of the “details” at this Mexican burial were different from those at a Canadian burial, but the sobbing, the crying, the tears, the sadness, the pain…these had no nationality. I don't travel that road too often, but I promised Wilfrida and Camelia that I would drop in to see how they are doing whenever I am near Xilotlancingo.
Some of the women present at Godofredo's burial
Today is the thirty-fifth anniversary of the assassination of Archbishop Oscar Romero in El Salvador. On one occasion he said, “There are many things that can only be seen through eyes that have cried.” The reality here often leads one to cry...but what one sees so very often is the compassion and the faith and the love of people who trust that, no matter what, together, incredible challenges can be surmounted. Mission Mexico tries to help make that happen. Thank you for being part of this effort.

Sunday, March 8, 2015

To Educate Or Not to Educate

It's that time of year again in the mountains. The sisters (nuns) from Chalco have come to the mountains to see if families in the impoverished villages want to send their children with them in August so that they can continue their education after Grade Six.
Sister Areli and Sister Jasmín, Sisters of Mary
The Sisters of Mary operate two schools, each one called Villa de los Niños. The school in Chalco, State of Mexico, is home to about 2,500 young girls; the school in Guadalajara, State of Jalisco, is home to about 2,000 young boys. These students enter after Grade Six and can study either just junior high school or both junior high school and high school. These schools are specifically dedicated to children from impoverished families throughout the country of Mexico. The education offered is completely free; everything from shoes to gym clothes to pens to notebooks is provided to the students.

Sisters preparing tortillas for breakfast in Xochitepec
It is interesting to speak with people about these schools. Some people think that none of the impoverished children from the Mountain should go there. Their thinking is that three or five years away from the families "changes" the students, so that they no longer "fit in" with the indigenous cultures and customs. Other people think that yes, the ideal would be that these children could be educated in their own village, but if the choice is between no education or an education away from home, then the education away from home is better. Especially since the students do return home for the Christmas holidays and the summer vacation.
Some Grade Six students in Xochitepec: Eleuteria, Lorenza, Bernardina, Marisol, Minerva
The sisters at  the Villa de los Niños are aware that their students come from many cultures, and they try to help their students feel proud of their backgrounds. Many of the sisters working at the schools were themselves students there at one time. And many of the teachers in the Mountain studied at their schools.
Sisters Areli and Jasmín meet Maricruz and Claudia, two teachers in Xochitepec
who had studied at the Villa de los Niños
I have been on the road a lot these past few weeks, helping families from the more isolated villages get to the villages that the Sisters of Mary are visiting. And in a few minutes I will leave again for a road trip so that families from around Pascala del Oro might meet with the sisters. If all goes well, I will be back here in Tlapa on Friday (I am writing this on Sunday).
Sometimes going to a village seems to be like driving toward the moon
Most of the week I will stay overnight with the Missionaries of the Holy Spirit in their parish of San Marcos Xochitepec. That's an extra bonus to being on the road. Fathers Juan and Hector have been working there for two years now, and Father David arrived two weeks ago to join their pastoral team. Mission Mexico helps them with some of their projects with the people, and I continue to learn and to be amazed by the incredible accompaniment they offer to their communities.
Fathers David, Hector, and Juan celebrating Mass in their house
Thank you, supporters of Mission Mexico, for helping families here move closer toward the dreams they have for their children. People here are aware of your love and solidarity, and they are most grateful. Have a great week. God bless.
When I was driving Father David to Xochitepec, we met Rosendo,
one of the leaders in the village of Cuixinipa, walking along the road