Dear Dreamers African, here is a sweet and touching story of one of the many days of the daily life of Angal (Nebbi). We come from P. Mario, one of our Guardian Angels mission Angal, fathers following the construction of our school Omyer. Thanks P. Mario to give us these Stelline ... Christmas. Antonella
Stelline ... ... ... ... Christmas 2008
The sudden warm after a heavy rainy season, fatigue, other real or bogus reasons, but above all the diligent action of the evil that threatens our gioia cristiana fanno sì che da qualche giorno non mi sento proprio in gran forma né fuori nè dentro…...Succede!
* E così prendo la motorella col caldo delle tre del pomeriggio. Destinazione: un villaggio chiamato Oryang per portare la comunione ad un’ammalata.
Tentar di portare la gioia e la pace intorno pur con Gesù sul cuore ma con la pena nel cuore, è come navigare nel folto labirinto di sentieri infiniti della savana senza qualcuno che ti indichi la via giusta…
Ma ci arrivo, grazie a Dio, senza non pochi tentativi.
Venturina, così si chiama l’ammalata, mi attende.
- Rwoth omeri (Dio ti ama), le dico.
- Emeri de, father (ama anche te, padre) I answered very clearly in his suffering on his face ... ..
I give the forgiveness of God, anoint the forehead and hands praying that the Lord comfort and heal, then I give the Body of Jesus and she answers: Amen.
Perhaps his heart rejoices, but my constant moaning ... ..
* I return to my "red horse", an old Fantic 125, 1998, but singing and happy as a sparrow ... that as a gazelle trotted onto the tarmac, pushing through the dirt trails and jumps up and complain about potholes and stones are not always visible when the grass is still high. The rains have just ended.
Another target is a small Christian community for the celebration Eucharist. The sun has already dropped but the land is still hot, are 5 pm.
I give the sacrament of forgiveness to a dozen people, I am talking about Madonna, her joy of having told her yes' to God who chose her as his mother on earth.
During the pint-sized mass under the trees, a girl shaking and sweating from head to toe for an attack jakajaka (... a kind of epilepsy). I get close, I caress the love and ask Jesus to help and heal.
to communion, to the surprise I see in the small row of Christians Salome, supported by her mother who receives Jesus and said Amen !....
* Then the village chief named Peter, a devout Christian and animist, tells me that his elderly mother she waits in the hut near the communion. I go now while everyone else continues to sing. The song fades as I move away from the place of celebration but a little voice comes to me more and more clear ear
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want;
in fertile pastures ... He makes me lie.
You prepare a feast at your table ...
in your home and make me sleep forever! ....
I find it incredible! Yes, it's Mother Pierina that ... like a queen sitting on the mat outside the hut welcomes the Lord ... singing.
The community and respond decisively and with joy Amen! ... .. despite the weight of its 100-plus years.
* We need to return before dark, almost sudden sunset equatorial me create problems, because I have to push my horse into the water of a stream. But the Lord gives me more ... a star: an encounter with a very nice little girl and I can not help but say goodbye to my little friend, but for which I can not name ...
- "Anyonga! she says with a smile bright. "Nyinga Anyonga" ... = Joy, my name is Joy .. Do not you remember, father, how many times I told you?
E 'joy for me because the Lord lifts me up from sorrow and I say: Come on!
There was so much joy that night in Bethlehem!
The angels sing ... because he was born the Savior for us all!
Merry Christmas with all my heart and Happy New Year
brother, sister, friend!
Thanks also because many times I've thought in prayer and help.
Rwoth shoulders! = The Lord loves you, take heart!
P. Mario Zecca
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