Plotinus in the Jungle

For the Grace to Be Merciful

The first time I lived abroad was a semester in Uganda in 2007, and I would pray this prayer almost every night. I just put it up as a poster in our house and it struck me that while it still applies to the cross-cultural interactions I encounter — the mentally ill woman talking to me at the bank about how her family is hiding 9 billion kina from her, for example — it applies to my relationships with my family members especially.

I thought about changing the word “neighbors” in the original prayer by St. Faustina to “children” to make the point (to myself, anyway) but I decided to leave it as is, in its more universal form. That way it also applies to my children showing me mercy!

For the Grace to Be Merciful to Others

Pulling up!

Pulling up!

Help me, O Lord, that my eyes may be merciful, so that I may never suspect or judge from appearances, but look for what is beautiful in my neighbors’ souls and come to their rescue.

Tabitha kneading bread

Tabitha kneading bread

Annie with her drawings of (r-l) a clown, ice cream, and the president of New Zealand's house

Annie with her drawings of (r-l) a clown, ice cream, and the president of New Zealand’s house

Help me, that my ears may be merciful, so that I may give heed to my neighbors’ needs and not be indifferent to their pains and moanings.

Tobiah on the move

Tobiah on the move

finding all the chewable things

finding all the chewable things

a big dust bunny

what a big dust bunny

Help me, O Lord, that my tongue may be merciful, so that I should never speak negatively of my neighbor, but have a word of comfort and forgiveness for all.

sisterly teamwork

sisterly teamwork

my tiny army of sous-chefs

my tiny army of sous-chefs

Help me, O Lord, that my hands may be merciful and filled with good deeds, so that I may do only good to my neighbor and take upon myself the more difficult and toilsome tasks.

Sounding out "cup on pup"

Sounding out “cup on pup”

a multisensory experience

literature is delicious

Help me, that my feet may be merciful, so that I may hurry to assist my neighbor, overcoming my own fatigue and weariness. My true rest is in the service of my neighbor.

Hanging up the laundry

Hanging up the laundry

Tabitha is picking out her own outfits and putting them on

Tabitha is now picking out her own outfits and putting them on

Help me, O Lord, that my heart may be merciful so that I myself may feel all the sufferings of my neighbor. I will refuse my heart to no one. I will be sincere even with those who, I know, will abuse my kindness. And I will lock myself up in the most merciful Heart of Jesus. I will bear my own suffering in silence.

Cruiser with four tooth-ers

Cruiser with four tooth-ers

May Your mercy, O Lord, rest upon me.

Amen.

A Harry Potter Spoof

When I heard that there is a Harry Potter play called “Harry Potter and the Cursed Child” being staged in London, taking place with the characters as adults, I very quickly imagined the following prologue.  I hope it elicits at least a chuckle.

Piercing cries awoke Harry Potter.  He groaned and sat up in bed.  Ginny, sleepily murmured, “Your turn, dear” and rolled over.  Harry’s protest was on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed it, since he would probably be unable to sleep until Albus quieted down, while Ginny would quickly return to her snoring.

Harry climbed out of bed in an unhappy mood.  He had been up late working on his speech at the upcoming Hogwarts reunion gala and had hoped to get a solid sleep in order to have a productive werewolf hunt tomorrow.  It was cold in their drafty country home and Harry’s drab pajamas offered little protection.  In the darkness, Harry could only find one of his rabbit slippers at the foot of his bed.  They were warm and furry, but had a tendency to burrow under things.  Albus continued crying as he hurriedly put it on.  “Oh, please don’t wake up the other children,” Harry thought to himself.  Harry grabbed his wand off its rack as he half-shuffled out of his room.  “Lumuns,” he whispered and the tip of wand glowed softly.

Dodging the toys on the floor, Harry found Albus crying and thrashing in crib.  Albus had pooped and the poop had stained through his pjs and mucked up his covers.  “Fewmets,” muttered Harry.  An unsuccessful juggling of the baby meant that Harry would have to change his own pajamas too.  Harry placed Albus down on the changing dresser and rummaged around for wipes, a new diaper, and more pjs.  Albus cried continuously.  Harry set the wand down and cleaned off his crying son.  He had just applied the powder when a shrill voice cried out from the neighboring room “Daddy!  Daddy!” which was quickly followed by a shriller voice calling “Daddy, Persephone woke me up!”

After hurriedly putting a new onesie most of the way on Albus, Harry laid the diaper on the changing pad, grabbed his wand, knocked over the powder, stumbled on some wooden blocks, and finally made it to the hallway.  He opened the girls’ room and said, a little testily, “Minerva, Persephone, it’s alright.  Go back to bed.  Albus just needed a diaper change.”

“But daddy, I’m afraid the goblins will get me.” said Minerva.

“No goblins enter our house without my permission,” Harry snapped, “Now go back to sleep.  Dream of sugarplum fairies.”  Harry closed the door, but the girls quickly started to call out again.  Albus was lying on the changing dresser and still crying.  Powder was all over the floor.  In the light of the wand, Harry watched as his little boy peed over the new onsie, the diaper, and the changing cover.  “Oh curse you, child,” cried Harry, waving his wand in frustration, “may the goblins take you!”

His wand suddenly shone a sickly green.  A small goblin in a tweed suit with horn-rimmed glass and a bowler hat appeared on the changing table.  “If you insist!” he said cheerfully.  Before Harry could think of the appropriate counter-curse, Albus disappeared in a flash of green light and swirl of talcum powder . . .

 

HARRY POTTER AND THE CURSED CHILD.

Cookbooks in the jungle: a review

When we first started packing to come to PNG, this was one of the first questions to spring to my mind: which cookbooks to bring? Now, three years of field testing later, I can tell you what I brought and my thoughts thereunto.

Most of the cookbooks I brought were by organizations with a long history of sending people off to other lands, where you will have to substitute, improvise, and make ingredients from scratch. First off, the Mennonite cookbooks, partially inspired by the Mennonite Central Committee missions. All of their cookbooks use moderate amounts of meat if and when meat is called for.  Each one has little quotes or reflections on almost every page and introducing each chapter.

More-With-Less: The Classic Mennonite cookbook. American dishes, plus some international favorites. Large granola section. From a slightly different era, (all the dried soybeans!) but still useful. What recipe I cook the most: bierrocks, oatmeal bread, tortillas.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Simply In Season: The handy organized-by-season feature doesn’t really help that much when living in the mountains by the equator. Asparagus, tomatoes, pumpkins, and cabbage are all available fresh all year round, so I skip around frequently. But I used that feature when I was in the US and figuring out how to cook my CSA allotments, which was invaluable experience for being in PNG- learning to cook in a vegetable-centric manner. What recipe I cook the most: focaccia, curried beans and potatoes, broccoli-potato soup.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Extending the Table: The international one of the trio. Lots of bean recipes and curry recipes. Liturgical-living wise, it is nice that it divides up the main dishes into “everyday” with mostly vegetarian and small amounts of meat, and “feasting” dishes, with more meat.I just used it today to make pita bread and I felt very proud of myself. What recipe I cook the most: chickpea curry, potatoes with creamy tomato sauce.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wycliffe, or Summer Language Institute (SIL) has a large presence in PNG, but they can be found all over the world translating the Bible.

The Wycliffe Cookbook, newest edition: great at telling you how to create ingredients: how to use powdered milk to make farmers’ cheese, substitute for sweetened condensed milk, etc. If we were living more remotely, has additional sections that would be useful- how to cook over open fires, inside baskets. What recipe I cook the most: favorite pancakes.

 

 

 

I have since arriving picked up a copy of “Yummy Ukuarumpa Meals” produced by the SIL headquarters here in PNG. It varies in how much access to store goods it assumes you have; we fall somewhere in the middle, so various recipes on one side of the scale or the other aren’t that applicable (I tend to skip the village ones that assume your main meat source is spam, and I also have to forgo the ones that call for cream cheese). What recipe I make the most: Buttermilk Yeast Rolls and Italian Sausage.

The Joy of Cooking, 1963 edition complete with diagrams of skinned squirrels and recommendations for what to do with snapping turtles (answer: feed them bread to clean them out for a few days first). Large section informing you about ingredients. Very comprehensive, but again, from a different era (so many things covered in gelatin)! What recipe I cook the most: Guava Jelly.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I also received a copy of Whole Foods for the Whole World by La Leche League from someone who was “going finish.” It assumes more access to tofu and other “crunchy” ingredients then is possible in PNG, but it has some nice recipes for more restaurant-like meals – gyros were a hit and I have ambitions of making chicken mole. What recipe I cook most: Eggplant Sauce.

 

 

 

Since I left the King Arthur Flour cookbook in the US (it is a big hefty volume and would have been hard to fit in our initial luggage) I also read the King Arthur Flour blog Flourish for baking ideas. They can stray a bit into plugging their own products like fancy sugars or specialty baking tins, though. What I cook the most: Spinach Calzone.

What I really need to do in the cooking realm is actually make and execute meal plans. I’ve gotten as far as “know what’s for dinner by 10 am” but planning out a whole week or even month is currently not happening. It’s a little tricky when perishable ingredients just show up on our doorstep (8 ears of corn! a stalk of cooking bananas!). Give me all your menu planning secrets in the comments.

Beginning of the Year of Mercy

This post is about a pilgrimage that Annie, Tabitha, and I did last December (2015) at the opening of the Mercy Door at the local Divine Mercy Shrine in Jiwaka Province.  For my non-Catholic readers, Pope Francis declared that the 2016 liturgical year (Dec 2015-Nov 2016) is a Year of Mercy, in which pilgrimage sites were designated at significant churches throughout the world.

Before beginning my post, I ask for mercy and forgiveness for all those that I have unintentionally offended during my stay in Papua New Guinea.  Being in another culture can be difficult, and I know that I have not always navigated the challenges well.  In particular, I ask forgiveness for comments I made regarding the Good Shepherd staff and students when my students boycotted my class in July 2015.  I regret some of the things I wrote and I should not have written so publicly about the incident.  I have deleted some of what I wrote.  At Good Shepherd itself we had a reconciliation mass that ended the affair; I ask for a similar reconciliation for anyone that I have offended though my inappropriate words.

Annie, Tabby, and I woke up before dawn, picked up some local seminarians and working staff from the seminary, and then drove to an outstation called Aviamp along the highway.  We located our previously arranged guide and started off over the foothills for the Divine Mercy Shrine.

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Our guide was very happy to share his sweet bananas with us. We walked by his house and garden.

Our guide, whose name I have sadly forgot, was very happy to tell us stories of the old colonial times.  He said that his clan used to quarry stone from the hills, sharpen them into axe heads, and then trade them for food and women to tribes throughout the Highlands.  Also, the main valley of the Waghi was originally a swamp, so the old Australian patrol road went through the hills we walked.

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There is now a cell tower on top of the ridgeline. Our guide also pointed out where a tree used to stand that the Australian patrol office had shot in order to demonstrate the power of his gun.

 

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Here is our pilgrimage party. The man to the left of Annie is my student, Daniel. The man crouching is our handy man, Michael. My friend James is holding Tabby. The man with the green hat on the right is Andrew, who was in the BA program last year.  Some of the other young me were postulants in the Brothers of Charity.  Some people from Michael and James’s villages also came along.

 

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The first of many gates indicating the way to the Shrine.

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“Mt Anglimp City” is an exaggeration . This place used to be called Kantaimin = Kar turn’em; i.e. the place where the road ended and so cars turned around.

The walk was not as strenuous as I thought it would be.  We arrived near the Shrine well before the service was to begin, so we went to see a local Catholic high school.

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The symbol on the bottom left is the traditional Jiwaka headdress.

 

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The school was quite small, but had a very scenic setting.

 

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Maybe Tabitha should be the school mascot?

 

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We decided to be adventurous and walk through a stream bed to get to the shrine.

 

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You get a good sense of how remote the shrine is from this picture.

 

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The last gate

 

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The girl on the right was named after the Archbishop of Mt. Hagen. Her name is “Douglas Young”!

 

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A mix of western and PNG aesthetics. It’s the most beautiful church I’ve been in in the Highlands.

We loitered around for a few hours, I made my confession, and then we eventually made our way back to the local village for the official procession to the Shrine, which was led by the Archbishop.

 

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As always, my children drew their own crowd.

 

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The Procession begins!

 

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Here’s a gate we missed during our stream walk.

 

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The line for the Mercy Door

 

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The door, after the mass

 

It was a well-organized mass, with lots of good singing and music.  The Archbishop explained well the nature of indulgences and merit in tok pisin.  After a hearty meal, the Archbishop then gave us a ride to our car.  We actually got a flat tire on the way home, but my car full of young gentlemen fixed it for me and the road-side vegetable venders gave us free cucumbers to tide us over.

All in all a good trip, though I want more mountains to cross on my next pilgrimage.

Fatima Parish 60th Anniversary

The founder of Good Shepherd, Fr. Peter von Adrichem, purposely situated it in a parish so that the seminarians would have practical experience and be involved with a community. Fatima Parish celebrated its 60th Anniversary “Diamond Jubilee” earlier this month.

The first day of the three-day festival we skipped, but Anastasia did get to tambourine practice with her Sunday School teacher.

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The second day had the main event of a singsing. Our neighbor Cornelia was going to dance with a group from the Primary School.

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Meriam works on Cornelia’s face paint

Rock-a-bye baby... Tobiah hangs out while Meriam's busy

Rock-a-bye baby… Tobiah hangs out while Meriam’s busy

Tabitha saw her getting ready and said that she wanted to wear bilas too! So I got out the child-size purpur (yarn skirt) that Annie had worn and the feather headband, necklaces and bracelets with it.

She was very happy to be wearing bilas!

She was very happy to be wearing bilas!

Anna Ding puts on her nose paint

Anna Ding puts on her nose paint

But she got tired of waiting...

But she got tired of waiting…

We learned that toddlers should put on their bilas last, because when Tabitha had been done and ready to go for at least 20 minutes and Cornelia had still at least 40 minutes of prep left, Tabitha decided to start taking necklaces off. So, no traditional dancing yet for Tabitha.

We went down to see the singsing at lunchtime. There was a carnival atmosphere and lots of stalls to buy food from; Brandon bought fifteen fried potatoes and some egg sandwiches and we walked around munching and looking at the sights.

Some students from the vocational training school in coastal headdresses

Some students from the vocational training school in coastal headdresses, plus a woman in local garb

We found Cornix in her full regalia, with a proud Anna looking on

We found Cornix in her full regalia, with a proud Anna looking on

To get this girl with the interesting headpiece to smile for the photo, Brandon said "Say "Waitman'!"

To get this girl with the interesting headpiece to smile for the photo, Brandon said “Say “Waitman’!”

The dancing groups were spread out over a large field, showing off their chops to knots of people around them

The dancing groups were spread out over a large field, showing off their chops to knots of people around them

This group from the parish outstation of Mala had beautiful voices

This group from the parish outstation of Mala had beautiful voices

Some groups opted for a fusion asthetic

Some groups opted for a fusion aesthetic

others decided to enter the "modern dance" category

others decided to enter the “modern dance” category

An assembly of salacious skeletons (complete with suggestive hip wiggling?!)

An assembly of salacious skeletons (complete with suggestive hip wiggling?!)

I often see older people with nose piercings, but not often with someone wearing a nose ornament

I often see older people with nose piercings, but someone wearing a nose ornament is rarer

There were also a few comedy sketches - this one was a teacher trying to educate rubes from the bush. I like the pens stuck in his socks.

There were also a few comedy sketches – this one was a teacher trying to educate rubes from the bush. I like the pens stuck in his socks.

Annie's schoolmate Ainsley is ready for an Islander dance

Annie’s schoolmate Ainsley is ready for an Islander dance

The final day of the Jubilee was a mass with the Archbishop. Anastasia had all her practice dancing in the living room come to fulfillment when she got to be part of the procession leading the celebrants in!

An outdoor mass at the Fr. Peter Grandstand; we sat on a blanket at the back

An outdoor mass at the Fr. Peter Grandstand; we sat on a blanket at the back

Annie and the other sundayschool chlidren have one last practice of their moves

Annie and the other sundayschool children have one last practice of their moves

All lined up and ready to go

All lined up and ready to go

Processing!

Processing!

Annie (and now Tabitha too) are still banging tambourines in the house and singing “Diamond Jubilate, everybody, serve the Lord with all your ways! Enter now his gates with singing, enter now his courts with praise. Jubilate, Diamond, Jubilate Deo!”

Happy 60 years, Fatima Parish, we wish you many more!

Tabitha, the two year old

Tabitha likes to help take care of her brother.

Aren't I so helpful?

Aren’t I so helpful?

I'm not sure you have enough books...

I’m not sure you have enough books…

Tabitha loves her birthday present doll carrier and taking walks with it on.

She also likes red cordial

She also likes red cordial

Pink Dolly is also known as Bubu Anna after our neighbor

Pink Dolly is also known as Bubu Anna after our neighbor

On the back is her preferred carrying position

On the back is her preferred carrying position

Tabitha had lots of fun at her joint birthday party with Annie!

Annie and the lunch spread (so many sausages!), plus Dr. Mark slicing oranges

Annie and the lunch spread (so many sausages!), plus Dr. Mark slicing oranges

Guests included the Crouch family from Kudjip and the Daff family from CLTC

Guests included the Crouch family from Kudjip and the Daff family from CLTC

Our neighbors the Dings, Miriam and her family, plus a few of Annie's friends from school and church

Our neighbors the Dings, Miriam and her family, plus a few of Annie’s friends from school and church

Singing Happy Birthday to Tabitha

Singing Happy Birthday to Tabitha

Blowing out candles (Tabitha still needed help with hers)

Blowing out candles (Tabitha still needed help with hers)

Serving cake in the roundhouse

Serving cake in the roundhouse

So much cake! The staff cook made us one too!

So much cake! The staff cook made us one too!

And now off to play games to work off all that frosting...

And now off to play games to work off all that frosting…

First was red light green light, then duck duck goose, then tag.

First was red light green light, then duck duck goose, then tag.

Happy birthday Tabitha! You are sweet and spunky. You require Bingo to be sung after every injury. You wander off several times a day. You love to sing. You want to try all the things Annie does. You make us smile. We love you a lot!

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Annie, the five-year-old

Anastasia turned five this weekend!

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What is she like these days? When not at school she will probably be found playing hopscotch or practicing writing letters and numbers.

I hear "Is it all right if I go outside and play hopscotch?" about 6 times a day,

I hear “Is it all right if I go outside and play hopscotch?” about 6 times a day

she favors a variant called kickstone, where you both hop and push a stone along with the side of your foot

she favors a variant called kickstone, where you both hop and push a stone along with the side of your foot

If she's indoors you will probably find her like this

If she’s indoors you will probably find her like this

practicing her numbers while sprawled out in the middle of the kitchen floor as I'm making dinner

practicing her numbers while sprawled out in the middle of the kitchen floor as I’m making dinner

Her attention span has really increased in the past year and it shows in the level of detail she can put into a picture, and in the longer stories she can listen to – Brandon got her My Father’s Dragon as a birthday present.

admiring her work

admiring her work

To celebrate the day of her birth, we went to Mt. Hagen Aiport Hotel to enjoy their pool and eat some pizza with our neighbors the Dings.

she has the kicking down but the arm movements not so much

she has the kicking down but the arm movements not so much

Tabitha is a water baby

Tabitha is a water baby

Tobiah and Anna watch the action

Tobiah and Anna watch the action

Cornelia dives in

Cornelia dives in

poolside chat with Elijah

poolside chat with Elijah

wrapped up in a pool noodle

wrapped up in a pool noodle

It was a nice relaxing time.

Cornelia kicks back

Cornelia kicks back

Annie catches some rays with a praying mantis

Annie catches some rays with a praying mantis

Tabitha and Anna singing "Husait i wokim pis i swim"

Tabitha and Anna singing “Husait i wokim pis i swim”

The girls will have a joint birthday party later this week, backyard-style like last year (and the year before!) Annie, you’ve grown so much since we were packing up to come to PNG. We love you!

Stations of the Cross, Melanesian Style

Jesus is condemned to death.

Jesus is condemned to death.

 

Station 02

Jesus carries the cross

 

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Jesus falls the first time

 

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Jesus meets his mother

 

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Simon of Cyrene helps Jesus carry the cross

 

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Veronica wipes Jesus’ face

 

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Jesus falls the second time

 

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Jesus meets the women of Jerusalem

 

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Jesus falls the third time

 

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Jesus is stripped

 

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Jesus is nailed to the cross

 

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Jesus dies on the cross

 

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Jesus is taken down from the cross

 

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Jesus is laid in the tomb

 

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Resurrection

 

These are draft version of the Stations that are displayed in the seminary chapel.  I am afraid that I don’t know the painter.

 

While Jesus was a Hebrew, and thus neither white nor brown-skinned, when we hear that God became man, we imagine Jesus as a man according to our own cultural norms.  It is very important in missions that Jesus is not the God of the white-skins, but the God of all peoples, the universal Logos.  Therefore, I think that it is a good mark of the reception of the Gospel within Melanesian culture that native artists can imagine the Gospel scenes with Melanesians.

 

An often overlooked truth that always comes to my mind when I think about the Stations is that not even Jesus could carry his own cross.  Our crosses are meant to be shared; they are not private burdens.  Alone, our individual crosses will crush us . . .

 

A New School Year, New Life and New Challenges

I, due to the great generosity of my wife, spent the first week of February in Melbourne, attending the Australasian Society for Classical Studies annual conference.  It was great to be around other scholars and to have my own scholarly gifts affirmed!  I delivered a paper on Augustine on Platonism and Creation.  I returned to PNG on the 7th and the 8th was the mass kicking off our new school year!  Here are most of the faculty and students together in the chapel (the light and background there are strange, so it’s not a great picture unfortunately):

IMG_2212  Back row, left to right.  John Ding – a lay man and the director of our program that trains our students to teach religious education classes.  Fr. Thomas – a missionary priest from India, teaches history of philosophy and Scripture.  Fr. Paul Walua – Priest of the local parish in Banz.  He teaches block courses in theology.  Fr. Raphael Mel – Former Dean of Studies, now comes in two days a week to teach pastoral courses.  Fr. Paul Sundu – The rector, teaches church history and systematic theology.  Archbishop Young – Australian missionary, chairman of our governing council.  Peter and Steven – Third-year students, today’s altar servers.  Fr. Joe Mesa – A missionary from Indonesian, our parish priest.  Paul Misic – A seminarian during his pastoral work.  Will probably be ordained as a deacon this year.  Gabriel – Third Year Student.  Rebecca Zimmerman – Bursar extraordinaire!

The men sitting in the front are our students.  The old man in the center is a widower in his 60’s.  He attended minor seminary back in the late 1960’s.  Now his bishop is sending him to do a crash course in theology so that he can be ordained as a priest!  His name is Ansgar Minak.

As some of you may know, Good Shepherd has been having enrollment problems and thus financial problems.  There is a preparatory program that all our students attend before coming here and this program added another year of preparatory studies.  This meant that last year we did not get a new First Year Class and this year we have no Second Year Class.  Last year, there were only 11 residential students by the year’s end.  This year, there are 1o in the first year, 4 in the third year, Ansgar, and three in the non-residential BA program – so 15 residential students; 18 total.  However, if we keep having new classes of 10+, then we’ll have 30 students in two years, which would be closer to the number we need to keep operating.

So please pray for vocations in PNG!

One consequence of not having many students is that it is difficult to get the bishops to assign us all the staff that we need to function well.  The full time residential staff is us, the rector, Fr. Thomas, and Mr. Ding.  Fr. Raphael comes in two days a week.  Fr. Christian Sieland, our Dean of Studies, comes in two and half days.  Fr. Paul Walua is in one morning a week.  Robert, a Marist brother, comes on Fridays to teach computer courses.  This puts a heavy load on the residential staff in supervising the students and running the seminary.  Thus, in addition to my teaching, I serve as the Assistant Dean of Studies, I organize sporting events, I make sure the water pumps are turned on three times a day, I oversee the academic office when the Dean is not here, and I’m also the faculty liaison with the librarian; in addition to directing the BA program.  The last two years have been busy and stressful for me.  Please pray that I am able to balance all my responsibilities and still continue to make progress on my dissertation and have time for my family.

Here are the staff, though without Frs. Raphael and Paul Walua:

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Left to Right: Br. Robert, Fr. Paul, Rebecca, Me, Sister Regina the librarian, Fr. Christian the Dean of Studies, Fr. Thomas.  Mr. Ding is in front.

Annie and the first day of school

Once upon a time there was a girl named Annie.

Playing with a christmas present from Grandma

Playing with a christmas present from Grandma

Her Christmas break was fun but it had come to an end and now it was time to go back to school. Except! This year she was going to a new school.IMG_2200

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Monday morning arrived and she got dressed in her uniform and packed her school bag with a snack.

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She got on the bus with her friend Siki and they drove to Banz.

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The principal said a prayer to start the day and read out the names of the students assigned to each class. Annie and Siki were in the same class, Reading Readiness, and so was her new friend Leanne.

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She went into the classroom and met her two teachers, Ms. Ellen and Ms. Corse.

One of these desks is Annie's very own "office!"

One of these desks is Annie’s very own “office!”

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At the end of the day she rode the bus home again.

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Hurray for Annie!