Sunday, March 23, 2014


Dear Everyone,
    Yesterday was a very important event in our Mariannhill history. We buried a 94 yrs. old veteran of the school of old missionaries. He was a character, full of life and jokes and fun and at the same time deeply serious about making Jesus real to the people who were under his care as their shepherd.
     It was said that once he came out here to South Africa, which was, if I remember rightly, shortly after the second world war—he never returned home to his native Switzerland. He was a once off and when God made him, it seems, he threw the mold away, as they say.
     It was inspiring to hear about him and it gave an impulse to my own determination to be faithful to my calling and never to ease up as long as I live.
     Otherwise, I have still gladly given my self to looking after my confrere, Fr. Macarius Haeusler, who is back for a while from him parish in the North of Zambia. He successfully passed the 3 week checkup after his prostate operation, and the last thing on the list is a visit to a specialist eye doctor who can give him an injection into his eye (ouch!) to prevent the macular generation from destroying more of his eye nerves. He is already blind totally in his left eye and has very, very limited vision in his right eye. It is so limited that after our eye doctor, Casandra, checked out various ways (like magnifying glass, etc.) to enhance his vision in that right eye, nothing worked. So he has to just carry that cross.
    I have been going pretty regularly to a new and growing parish at a place called Savanah Park. I think that we hit it off with each other and I don’t mind at all whenever they ask for a visit from me. They are very kind to overlook my poor Zulu but I think that they still understand what I am trying to say.
     I would have lots of work to do in getting some order in my files but I have been too lazy to do that. The days go fast enough but the nights, from after supper ( a break from about 6pm to 7pm-and, after the news from 7 to 7:30pm) till bed time at about 9:30 or 10pm consists in doing a lot of reading, some heavy and some novels, especially by the priest novelist Andrew Greeley. John Grisham is another favorite.
    Anyway, I am preparing for a visit in just over a month to friends in Zimbabwe. I should start packing now so that by the time I leave, I will have cut down to only those things that I really need. I don’t like to wait till the last minute.
     So, there you have it. I am gradually adjusting to the slowed down life and am at least content for the time being. I would like to look for more, but I am sure that things will evolve.

   Catch you later. Fr. Cas







Friday, March 7, 2014

Saturday March 8, 2014

It's almost a month since I looked at my blog and lot's has happened since then. As you may recall, everyone laughed to hear that Cas was going to be without wheels. Ha! That's impossible. But I was prepared for this. However, it was not as simple as that. But, actually, people, beginning with my Provincial, Fr. Guy, were very understanding and helpful. Fr. Guy said that he would release the Astra (a 2003 model) for my use here at MD (Mater Dolorosa--mother of sorrows, ugh!)
    However, again, when I tried it out after going back to Mthatha to meet my niece and her husband, Ann and Dave, I noticed that the temperature gauge wasn't working so I left it in Mthatha till it got repaired. In the meantime, after my lovely family guests departed, some friends, Classina and John Powell, said that I could use their Tazz (Toyota) while they were away in Mozambique and it came in very handy;
   But before we get into that, the time with Ann and Dave was great. The rural areas, villages, people in Transkei, Mthatha meeting the community, Port St. John's and the beautiful wild coast and friends Dr. O'Mahony and his wife Mbuyi. Durban, Retreat house for lodging, Hluhluwe and Mfolozi game parks for two days and two nights where they saw myriads of wild animals including most of the big five, as they say, except a Leopard (sightings are very rare) and Hippos. They saw gobs of Rhinos and elephants and Giraffes and Water Buffaloes, etc. Dave is an amateur photographer and he thought that he was in heaven. I think that he took at least sixty zillion pictures. We met many families as I wanted them to see who my " family" is here and they were anxious to meet my "home family". The last night before departure we went to the Roma, one of those revolving restaurants where you get a chance to see all of Durban and the seafront with the ships waiting to come into the harbor. The next day, Feb. 27 I led them to the airport with my borrowed Tazz and off they went .Back to work, unfortunately.
     The very next day, a priest friend and confrere, Fr. Macarius (75 yrs. old) had arrived from Zambia and complained about having the old man's trouble about uriniating. I thought that this is more serious than he may think so I called the urologist who told me to bring him in now now. The result of that meeting was being first on the list of operations the next week to clean out his prostate. He has had the operation and is doing fine now. He also is partially blind with something called macular degeneration. He can see shapes and forms but nothing distinctly. I will take him to my optometrist to see if we can't get him a device to be able to at least read a bit. That will be next week.
    In the meantime, I went for my appointment to the ophthalmologist who examined by eyes after taking drops every day for the last 6 months and he was pleased and said it was as good as could be and that I should come back in a year. In the meantime, he also said, cataracts are beginning to form in in a year or two he may have to correct that. I also went to my optometrist who measured my eyes again for the second pair of glasses. I am afraid that I might sit on these or lose them or something and wanted a back up pair. I can drive without them but things are much more distinct with them (like reading signs). Otherwise I don't need glasses to read normally.
    Another great adventure was being able to go back to the hospital and on the first Sunday and again on Ash Wednesday to help with the distribution of ashes, a sign that we recognize that we are a work in progress and there is still more to be done. I had another service that evening in Zulu, mostly, and I see that I will have to do some boning up on my Zulu. I picked up a missal, hymn book and bible to get started.
    I discovered that there is no signal here for my MTN provider but I discovered that I can get a signal in front of the cathedral so usually I go there each morning about 5am and again in the afternoon about 4pm to check my emails and do whatever I have to do in the internet there.
     In the meantime, I am adjusting and things are filling in slowly but surely. The vehicle came in very handy for the many trips to the hospital and to the eye doctors.
    I am happy for Fr. Macarius who will be going back to Zambia in three weeks. I am afraid to think what would have happened to him if he hadn't mentioned his bladder problem. He lives out in the boonies about 1000 miles from Lusaka where he might be able to get some help but it would be, probably, too late.
    So that's enough for now. I will be taking the car, later today, to see if my friend, can fix the heat gauge. I miss Mthatha and my kids and people there and my confreres but I realized that it was time to face the fact that I am getting older now and can't be as active as I was before but there is still some life in the old horse. Love and peace to you all, as usual

   

Monday, February 10, 2014

Dear Everyone,                                                                                                                     Feb. 10, 2014
      On Wednesday, Feb. 5, after having a lot of trouble with the fading battery of My confere’s bakkie (pickup truck), and having to go back and forth to borrow the jumper cables from our Yaris, I managed to get the vehicle over to our project and loaded my boxes (too many) with the last minute things plus the files that I had taken out of my one remaining file cabinet to make it lighter and easier to carry and load and offload, I asked our maintenance man, Mjuleni, to give me a hand to load the file cabinet and we were all set. I went to see Fr. Guy and his guys for my last meal in Mthatha for some time. I got home at a reasonable hour and got to be early as I wanted to get up at 3am to load up my computer and tooth brushes and hair brush etc. and clean up the place a bit before I left. When I got to the car, about 3:30 am, Ha, the thing wouldn’t start. Jesus, Mary and Joseph, I said. I was forced to wake up Mjuleni and some of the guys who are renting to ask them to give me a push start and then wish them well for the future. They won’t easily forget my early morning departure.
     I got To Fr. Guy’s house, Sabelani, about 4:15 and there was no Fr. Ngadi. He was supposed to meet me there and then we would leave the car that I and he had been driving and leave with his bakkie. He overslept. I phoned him and tried to wake him up but no response.  But eventually he did get the message, somehow, and off we went about and hour later than I would have liked, but, so what…
     It is about a 5 hr. ride, depending on the road repairs and the traffic, but we were lucky and were not delayed by much. We grabbed a quick bite for bkfst about 9:30am and arrived at MD (Mater Dolorosa) about 10:30. We had a lot of help in getting the boxes and stuff up the stairs to my room (s) and he left immediately to visit one of our confreres to pick up something that he had brought from Kenya and was on the road back to  Mthatha right after lunch. I had to smile on the way to Mariannhill because Francis took turns sleeping and working on his tablet. It has a wi-fi built in and he handled it like a pro. I wished I had his tablet and his skills.
     I was given a warm welcome. The two retired bishops are still very active both physically and mentally and they are a pleasure to be with. There are several other brothers and priests who are immobile or slowing down a lot and I am the new kid on the block, the youngest of all, turning 79 this year and 80 next year.
     I had two visitors already, one driving up in his Mercedes sports car which attracted a lot of attention especially at the orphanage when he put the top down. Ooohs and Aaaahs. The other was when my friend Shirley came to fetch me twice, once to go to her son to get me back on the internet (I discovered that my MTN provider is too weak so I couldn’t send or receive emails and couldn’t even get on the internet. That has been solved, more or less with the help of her son who is a guru when it comes to this stuff.
     Then on Sunday, Shirley, my friend, picked me up again and we made a plan whereby I can make use of her vehicle several times this week until I am able to get the vehicle that Fr. Guy promised up here. My niece, Ann, a general practitioner doctor and her husband Dave, from South Carolina, are here since the 8th of Feb. and I will meet them in Mthatha on the 18th and come with them to Mariannhill where we will meet people and take in a game park before they head back for home on the 27th.
     I have already gotten some commitments for Mass and some presentations and have put out my feelers for  other possibilities lest I go stir crazy here. I know lots and lots of people and I will have to control myself. This was my first assignment and my roots in Africa started here and I am happy to renew old friendships and offer my services is there is any way I can be of help.

     So this is a catch up on what has been happening since I left Mthatha, sadly, but necessarily last Thursday. I keep all of you and all of them in my prayers and in my heart.

Friday, January 31, 2014

This is what I wrote this morning.
  I can’t imagine a worse disaster. The cable that leads to the transformer has been stolen by thieves. We have had no electricity for three days and three nights. To top that off there is no water coming from the mains. That means that we rely on the water in the tanks. But it is inaccessible because it depends on electricity to pump it to the taps. What it means practically is that: can’t cook, can’t boil water (especially for babies and we have a few), can’t bathe, can’t flush the toilet, etc. It makes like totally impossible.Also, because there is no electricity, out security has been compromised because I had to disengage the gears of the electric gate so that it can be operated by hand. That means that anyone can do it, including thieves,  If people decide to move away it will be a financial disaster for Mariannhill because this is our only local source of income. And it comes at a time when I have already mostly packed and am ready to leave in a few days time for my new home at Mariannhill. I have already organized other things that side like my niece and her husband who have come on a visit to South Africa.
    If I could have planned a total disaster, I don’t think I could have thought of something worse except, perhaps, a Tsunami or hurricane.
    I am frustrated and demoralized right now. We were on the verge of solving a long standing problem. Now this.

I started this day at 3:30 because I couldn't sleep any more. I was frustrated because the modem wasn't allowing me  to send or receive emails so I left about 4:45 and drove up to the Ultra Save Petrol statiion and tried to send some messages out from there because there was a better signal. Then I went off to have Mass for some sisters and after Mass went back home to change into some old clothes so that I could walk through the bush to the transformer so that I could take pictures of the damage that had been done and to prove that it was Eskom itself that had to replace the cable not us. To make a long story short, I visited the offices of Eskom three times and came back and checked the transformer twice to make sure that we had electrcity, Finally at 2:30pm it came back. Everyone has to throw out all the stuff that was in the fridge and freezer but we can wash again, and cook again, and charge our cell phones again, all the things that one takes so for granted. 
     I am super tired and will hit the sack very early tonight. Time is flying and in 5 days I will be on my way to my new life. We shall take it a day at a time, and let everyithing up to you know who. Love and Peace, Cas

Monday, January 20, 2014

Dear Everyone,
     It is January 20th and a lot of things have happened since the last entry. Yesterday I had Mass at a parish where I could speak English. Not my normal Sunday fare. In the  homily I recalled that I had just experienced 4 funerals. Mandela's, last month, then Nomonde's son on Jan. 4th (Lita was stabbed to death on Christmas day); Benny Ntumbane (who was raised by the Holy Cross Sisters in an orphanage since his mother died a month after he was born and his father had already died before he was born). He worked for the land affairs department and tried to see to it that those people whose land was stolen under the apartheid regime, got it back, and also to prevent profiteers from making false claims so that they could get some land that they really weren't entitled to and make some money.; The last one was last Saturday, Nothemba who succumbed to a long illness being in her early 40's. She tried to raise, single handedly, her 4 children, and struggled against all odds, moving here and there wherever she was able to find a job (she was a good chef) but wound up unemployed, like so many others,. The common denominator for all these funerals was that all those who attended these funerals witnessed to the fact that all of them were loving, caring, giving, generous people who touched the lives of all around them, in spite of their own difficulties.

At Benny's funeral, one of the young women who grew up with him (along with others who were also present) challenged the participants in the funeral with the words : What are people going to say about you when you die. Willl they say how grateful they were to have been touched my your life? Will you feel that, really, your life was worth living?

In the readings for last Sunday, the first reading was from the Prophet Isaiya, who was handpicked by God to do a specific job in his time being the spokesperson for God and reminding the Isrealites of what it was that God expected of them. The second reading was from Paul, who also had a special job, going to the pagans and reminding them and the Israelites that God doesn't pick favorites, God's love is boundless and for everyone, us too. The Gospel had John the Baptist announcing that the one they had been writing for had finally come. He had that special job. And what about us. I can't, as a priest go into a factory or an office or a school or in every family home to do what God expects of me. Each of us in unique and is given a job to do that no one else can do, in our home, work, school or wherever or whatever. If we listen to God, and respond, we will also hear ( we will be out of the body by that time and smiling at the people who will come to our funeral, probably some surprises too..) the nice words that  people will say about us (hopefully), how they felt that they were better persons because we (you) had touched their lives.
     I guess that's the message as we step well into 2014. The response after the first reading was " Yes, Lord, I come to do your will!" God has great expectations for each of us. Love and Peace, Fr. Cas

Saturday, December 28, 2013

Here I am , back again, wanting to share with you some of the reflections brought about by the Person of the Year, Pope Francis. I love the guy. With a bit more time, he will also have a chance to rethink a few things that have been stumbling blocks for catholics, which I won't mention by name right now. But take a look at this reflection.

A very Franciscan Christmas after all

After you’ve been in the Vaticanology business for a while, it’s hard to be surprised by the occasionally tone-deaf questions people ask. During a Christmas Eve broadcast just before the pope’s vigil Mass, however, I was briefly at a loss when asked how I expected Francis to “shake up” Christmas.
On the surface of it, the notion that any pope would consciously upend one of the most sacred periods on the church’s calendar seemed so silly it was tough to know how to respond.
I choked down the temptation to reply “next question” – especially since the last guy to use that phrase in Rome, Polish Archbishop Konrad Krajewski, who’s in charge of the pope’s personal charitable activity, inadvertently created an urban legend about Francis roaming the streets at night incognito.
Instead, I muttered something about how the difference probably wouldn’t be in substance, but in the fact that Francis’ popularity ensured people would be paying attention. Given perceptions of Francis as a maverick, it wasn’t quite the answer the host wanted, but it was the best I could do at the time.
Upon reflection, the reply now seems inadequate.
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For sure, Francis did not redact the basic Christmas message, nor did he significantly depart from the script that previous popes have followed. Yet there was nonetheless a distinctive Francis imprint on Christmas 2013, which can be expressed in terms of how it reflected three emerging pillars of his papacy.
I’ve written before that those three pillars are:
  • Leadership as Service
  • The Social Gospel
  • Mercy
Leadership as Service
In his brief speech to the Roman Curia on Dec. 21, Francis stressed the importance of a spirit of service in the Vatican, saying that without it, the place becomes no more than a “ponderous bureaucratic customs house.”
He charged Vatican officials with striving to ensure that their work is animated by dedication to service, especially to local churches around the world, rather than constantly “inspecting and questioning” others.
Later that afternoon, Francis provided a new visual of what a spirit of service looks like by spending almost three hours visiting sick children and their families at Rome’s Bambino Gesù hospital.

Follow Pope Francis through the eyes of a cartoonist: Francis, the comic strip.

It’s worth observing that the vigil Mass Christmas Eve lasted a little over an hour and a half, while the Urbi et Orbi address on Christmas Day, “to the city and to the world,” took under an hour. Francis devoted more time to the Bambino Gesù outing, therefore, than to any other single activity on his calendar during the Christmas season.
While photographers and TV cameras were permitted to get images of the pope arriving and departing, the rest of the visit was off-limits, so coverage was largely dominated by young patients and their families talking about what the pope’s presence meant to them. In the end that actually made the story more powerful, transporting it out of the realm of a mere photo-op.
There was another glimpse of the pope’s special fondness for children at the end of the vigil Mass, when a group of youngsters, representing the five continents and had given him the Christ child for the nativity set, were presented to him. Francis delayed the closing procession for a few moments while he chatted with the kids and embraced them.
Fundamentally, what Francis seems to want to accomplish is to recalibrate public impressions of leadership in the Catholic church. When people see the insignia of office in the church, such as Roman collars and pectoral crosses, he wants them to associate those symbols with service rather than power.
Much of his first nine months has been about setting that tone, and it ran through his approach to the Christmas season.
The Social Gospel
During his Sunday Angelus address on Dec. 22, Francis spotted a cluster of Italy’s “pitchfork” protestors, upset with unemployment and cuts in social services, holding a banner in St. Peter’s Square that read, “The poor can’t wait!”
Francis pointed to the sign and exclaimed, “That’s beautiful!”, launching into an extemporaneous rift on homelessness and how it attacks family life, while also urging the protestors to remain non-violent.
In his homily at the Christmas Mass, Francis laid out the spiritual basis for the social gospel. He stressed the special “vulnerability” implied in God’s choice to be born into a poor family. He also noted that the first to receive the message of Christ’s birth were the shepherds, “because they were among the last, the outcast.”
As popes generally do, Francis used the Urbi et Orbi address to highlight a number of global hotspots, beginning with Syria and radiating out to the Central African Republic, South Sudan, Nigeria, the Israeli/Palestinian conflict, and Iraq. His remarks came before the church bombings in Baghdad that killed at least 38 people Christmas Day, which offered further grisly proof of the special threats facing the dwindling Christian population there.
While Americans may not quite have caught it, Italians saw an especially politically pointed moment in the speech when Francis referred to Lampedusa.
That’s the Italian island in the southern Mediterranean that serves as a major point of arrival for impoverished migrants from Africa and the Middle East seeking to reach Europe, where tens of thousands have died trying to make the crossing. It’s been on the front pages again lately because of a major scandal involving revelations of degrading treatment at a detention center on Lampedusa.
Francis made his first trip outside Rome to Lampedusa on July 8, and it’s been a significant preoccupation for the pontiff ever since.
“Grant that migrants in search of a dignified life may find acceptance and assistance,” Francis said. “May tragedies like those we have witnessed this year, with so many deaths at Lampedusa, never occur again!”
Here’s one indication that Francis’ influence extends beyond mere rhetoric: A group of Moroccan and Tunisian immigrants warehoused in a Roman detention center, who had dramatically sown their mouths shut to launch a hunger strike, suspended their protest on Christmas Day when a priest promised to carry a letter to the pope. Although most of them aren’t Catholic, they wrote in the letter that they believe Francis will “make sure we’re heard.”
The priest who brokered the deal, Fr. Emanuele Giannone, director of a local Caritas operation, said that Francis may actually have saved lives, given that the hunger strike, combined with a vow by the migrants to sleep outside in freezing temperatures, had put their health at risk.
The Urbi et Orbi speech also found Francis at his most impassioned, the one moment during the Christmas events when he seemed to set aside the sobriety and reverence he generally displayed in order to drive home his points.
Mercy
Francis in many ways is the “Pope of Mercy,” seeing it at the core spiritual principle of his life and his papacy. The idea of mercy is in his papal motto, and it’s in his favorite catchphrase: “The Lord never tires of forgiving!”
When Francis recently directed cardinals and other senior Vatican officials to spend time hearing confessions at a nearby Roman church, it was a reflection of how much value he attaches to the church’s premier rite of mercy.
That emphasis on mercy shone through again during Christmas. His reflections on the season began, at least informally, with a lengthy interview with La Stampa in mid-December, in which he once again called on the church never to be afraid to stress the “tenderness” of God.
He returned to the point Christmas Eve, when the only time he departed from his prepared text was at the very end. Francis added another reference to how the birth of Christ reveals the immense mercy of God, and added a version of his signature phrase: “The Lord always forgives us!”
During the Urbi et Orbi address, Francis came back to the same idea.
“Let us allow our hearts to be touched,” he said. “Let us allow ourselves to be warmed by the tenderness of God. We need his caress.”
From a spiritual point of view, one could read everything Francis is doing as pope, from the nitty-gritty details of restructuring the Vatican bank up to loftier matters such as policy on divorced and remarried Catholics, as an effort to ensure that the Catholic church is genuinely a community of mercy.
For sure, Francis is no naïf. He knows that ministers of the Christian gospel must express both God’s judgment and God’s mercy on a fallen world – one without the other is an over-simplification.
His calculus, however, seems to be that the world has heard the church’s judgment quite clearly, and now it’s time for the world to hear, and to experience, its mercy. That’s probably what Francis meant when he said back in July that the present time is a kairos, meaning a privileged moment, for mercy.
For those with eyes to see, in other words, 2013 turned out to be highly “Franciscan” Christmas after all.
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This is a shorter, more condensed version of what I sent in my previous blog. The Questions is still, what can we do to make " family " where there really is none, at least according to the traditional understanding of what " family"  is, which, for the majority of our kids here in South Africa, doesn't exist now, and probably will not be a part of their lives and they grow up and reduplicate the situation they are in themselves.

Only 33% of SA kids live with both parents

2013-03-11 12:42
Johannesburg - Only 33% of children in South Africa live with both their parents, the SA Institute of Race Relations (SAIRR) said on Monday.

SAIRR said its recent survey showed that only a third of the country's children lived with their parents and the rest lived with single parents, on their own, with relatives or in foster care.

Just over 39% of children live with their mothers only. About 4% live with their fathers only.

Eight percent of children lived with their grandparents, great aunts or uncles, but without their own parents.

Child-headed households, where the oldest resident is younger than 18 years old, accommodate 0.5% of children.

The remaining 16% of children included those living in care homes and with relatives other than their biological parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles.

‘Kids more likely to have problems’

Thuthukani Ndebele, a researcher at SAIRR said the living arrangements of children could have an impact on their future.

"Those who live without both parents are often more vulnerable to poverty and unemployment, and may also be exposed to various forms of abuse," he said.

Ndebele said SAIRR previous research suggested children who live without both their parents may be more likely to have behavioural problems or even turn to crime.

"Children living with both parents are statistically less likely to become teenage parents or drug and alcohol abusers, and perform better at school," he said.

Apart from burdening the elderly, the absence of parents could also contribute to an increasing state welfare bill, Ndebele said.

"For example, foster care grant beneficiaries increased more than tenfold, from just over 53 000 in 2001 to nearly 600 000 in 2011/12."

In 2011/12, foster care grants cost the government R442m, Ndebele said. 
- SAPA
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