Since we are travellers and pilgrims in the world, let us ever ponder on the end of the road, that is of our life, for the end of our roadway is our home (St Columban, 8th sermon).
23 June 2023
'Her spirit of kindness and sacrifice towards us prisoners will be my most precious memory.' Sunday Reflections, 12th Sunday in Ordinary Time, Year A
Readings(Jerusalem
Bible: Australia, England & Wales, Ireland, New Zealand, Pakistan, Scotland)
GospelMatthew 10:26-33 (English Standard Version
Anglicised, India)
Jesus
said to the Twelve:
So
have no fear of them, for nothing is covered that will not be revealed, or
hidden that will not be known.What I tell you in the dark, say in the light, and what
you hear whispered, proclaim on the housetops.And do not fear those who kill the
body but cannot kill the soul. Rather fear him who can destroy both soul
and body in hell.Are not two sparrows sold for a penny?[b] And not one of them will fall to
the ground apart from your Father.But even the hairs of your head are all numbered.Fear not, therefore; you are of more
value than many sparrows.So everyone who acknowledges me before men, I also will
acknowledge before my Father who is in heaven,but whoever denies me before
men, I also will deny before my Father who is in heaven.
I think it was during the summer of 1968, a few months after my ordination, that my parents and I visited the motherhouse of the Columban Sisters in Magheramore, County Wicklow, on the east coast of Ireland. We were deeply struck by the extraordinary gentle warmth of Sister Joan Sawyer from Country Antrim, Northern Ireland, who showed us around.
In December 1983 when I was giving a retreat to Columban Sisters in their convent in San Juan, Metro Manila, we got the shocking news of her violent death in Lima, Peru.
Joan Sawyer was a Columban Sister who was shot dead in Lima, Peru, in December 1983. She used to go to the Lurigancho Prison in Lima three or four days a week to visit the prisoners there. The prison held over 5,000 men. Conditions were bad. Out of 5,000 prisoners only 1,000 were sentenced. The rest were pending sentence or perhaps innocent. Joan used try to bring them some relief - medicines for some, a kind word for others, news about how she was progressing with their legal papers in the ministry for Justice, etc.
The large majority of prisoners came, in her own words, 'from the poor sectors of Lima where they never had enough to eat, didn't finish school and couldn't find decent work'. On the morning of 14 December 1983 a group of prisoners decided that at all costs they were going to escape. They took as hostages Joan Sawyer, three Marist Sisters and social workers. After all-day negotiations with the prison authorities it was agreed that the prisoners and their hostages would be allowed leave the prison in the evening in an ambulance, the most inconspicuous mode of travel for getting out unnoticed.
They were no sooner outside the prison gate than waiting police riddled the ambulance with bullets from all sides. Four bullets struck Joan, one through the back of the neck, two through her leg and one through her finger. When removed from the ambulance she was dead. Joan Sawyer was born in Donegore, County Antrim, in 1932. She entered the Columban Sisters in 1949 having previously worked as a secretary in Belfast. Subsequently she took her BA degree in Mundelein College, Chicago. She went to Peru in 1977 and was 51 years old at the time of her death.
Hilary Cross, Sr Joan's niece, visited Lima for the 30th anniversary of the death of her Aunty Joan. In an article in the English newspaper The Guardian she tells of the two great sacrifices made by her grandfather, George Sawyer, Sister Joan's father. George was a Protestant who married a Catholic, Brigid Deegan, in the 1920s in the newly independent Irish Free State, now the Republic of Ireland. They had a mixed marriage in the 1920s, and it was hard to find their place in a free state that wasn't really so free. So they moved north; my grandfather, George, the eldest son, losing his family farm for love of a sweet girl, Brigid, from 'the other side'. They settled in Donegore, near Antrim, where George's love of the land led him to labour on another man's farm.
The article continues: Joan was the youngest of seven. Although all were much loved, it was said that 'wee Joan' held a special place in her father's heart. Gentle, slight, spirited and with a deep faith, she left at the age of 17 to join a convent in the remote west of Ireland. That day George retreated to the land, unable to say goodbye. A man of great faith himself, he must have struggled to reconcile whose sacrifice this was, his love of a Catholic girl had lost him more than just his farm.
Hilary Cross at her Aunty Joan's grave
The Story of Sr Joan Sawyer, formerly on the website of her native parish in Northern Ireland, quotes from a letter written by a prisoner named Julio in Lurigancho Prison: Minutes before Sister Juanita [as she was known in Peru] was taken hostage I was speaking to her when she came with a packet sent in with her by my mother. I can still see her eyes which reached to eternity. Her love, pure and gentle, which reflected her great love for people. Her spirit of kindness and sacrifice towards us prisoners will be my most precious memory.
Do not fear those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul (today's Gospel).
You may read more about Sister Joan on the website of the Columban Sisters here, here, here and here. The website is also the source of the photos above.
Dearest Father Seán, What a story... they year that we immigrated to the USA and knowing those painful religious fights within Ireland too well—having walked near the bomb craters... Also in Peru that is a sad story of suppression of the poor for which she stood up! Our soul cannot be killed—that is quite a solace. As for myself I've survived a risky groin surgery (2) for trying to repair my previous arterial surgery in the right groin. Only June 19 I learned that peri-operative mortality rate is 9% and the major amputation rate is 26%... I'm now beyond that as my final 3 metal staples got removed on Wednesday by my vascular surgeon in Savannah. The long trip with private driver (Pieter at 94 cannot drive Interstate anymore...) and me stretched out on the back seat under soft blanket was exhausting but he only needs to see me back on September 20 and at a new location, right on the Interstate. So grateful for that! Regardless the nasty night sweats... had to change 5 times this past night and came to the conclusion that I better leave those thick and juicy cherries alone as well the sweet and juicy peaches. They both are natural diuretics and that is wrong now as I'd lost a few pounds and am back to around 44-45 kg. Need to get beyond that for regaining my strength. Wednesday I see my wound care doctor here in Dublin. Pieter does change me when the nurse is not coming. Most of his age are in a nursing home but he is now on his bike out for getting mandarins and apples that I can eat. For sure I am a living proof that prayers do work! Thanks for people all over the world for that. Had a good nap, so I am able to write this... my strength does not carry me far in concentration etc. Hugs, Mariette
I'm very happy to know that, as you put, you are 'a living proof that prayers do work'. May your recovery continue and may God bless in a special way the doctors and other medical staff who have been taking care of you. And I see that Pieter and yourself are truly and deeply living the 'in sickness and in health' part of your marriage vows, something I see so often in older couples. God bless you both.
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Dearest Father Seán,
What a story... they year that we immigrated to the USA and knowing those painful religious fights within Ireland too well—having walked near the bomb craters... Also in Peru that is a sad story of suppression of the poor for which she stood up!
Our soul cannot be killed—that is quite a solace.
As for myself I've survived a risky groin surgery (2) for trying to repair my previous arterial surgery in the right groin. Only June 19 I learned that peri-operative mortality rate is 9% and the major amputation rate is 26%...
I'm now beyond that as my final 3 metal staples got removed on Wednesday by my vascular surgeon in Savannah. The long trip with private driver (Pieter at 94 cannot drive Interstate anymore...) and me stretched out on the back seat under soft blanket was exhausting but he only needs to see me back on September 20 and at a new location, right on the Interstate. So grateful for that! Regardless the nasty night sweats... had to change 5 times this past night and came to the conclusion that I better leave those thick and juicy cherries alone as well the sweet and juicy peaches. They both are natural diuretics and that is wrong now as I'd lost a few pounds and am back to around 44-45 kg. Need to get beyond that for regaining my strength. Wednesday I see my wound care doctor here in Dublin. Pieter does change me when the nurse is not coming. Most of his age are in a nursing home but he is now on his bike out for getting mandarins and apples that I can eat.
For sure I am a living proof that prayers do work! Thanks for people all over the world for that.
Had a good nap, so I am able to write this... my strength does not carry me far in concentration etc.
Hugs,
Mariette
I'm very happy to know that, as you put, you are 'a living proof that prayers do work'. May your recovery continue and may God bless in a special way the doctors and other medical staff who have been taking care of you. And I see that Pieter and yourself are truly and deeply living the 'in sickness and in health' part of your marriage vows, something I see so often in older couples. God bless you both.
Father Seán
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