Benchwork

Don Bosco Poipet's new intake of Voc-tech students comes from the grade 6 entry level (Phnom Penh and Sihanoukville have grade 9 as entry level). They are being introduced to the world of benchwork. This starts with long hours of filing. I could still remember our batch when we did the same many years ago in college. Boy! how we hated this gruelling and humbling exercise. Time dragged on as we yearned to be transferred to the less laborious yet more prestigious lathes and the shapers. Until one day, we had a field trip to Toyota Motors. There we learned that the "filers" received higher salary than the "machinists" and the best ones were even taken to Toyota Japan. That experienced changed the wold of "filing" for us.
Filing smoothens out the workpiece's rough edges. It seems a lot of benchwork still needs to be done in my spiritual life. Otherwise this piece won't fit in nicely in Your "great master plan."

A Microsoft Conference

Sometime ago there was this Microsoft conference in Boston. I'm not really a big die hard of this but since I do have my Microsoft certs, I always enjoyed updating myself in the things that they offer.
One of the conference paper and presentation was:

“Love ‘Em or Lose ‘Em: Getting Good People to Stay” by Beverly Kaye and Janis L. Keeley

According to Beverly: “Every leader's contribution to their organization's mission and strategic goals is highly correlated to his or her ability to retain, engage, and develop talented, highly skilled, knowledgeable people. Today's leaders are expected to build a work environment in which their key employees thrive, constantly learn and give their discretionary effort to their organization. Talent-minded managers know that if their organization is to be productive and competitive, they must not only 'hang on" to good people, but also continually develop them in order to meet constantly changing business needs. The big question for most leaders is how to do this in a "no-time-to-do-it" environment.”

Wow, that for me is the epitome of "shepherding." Reminds me of Your management style found in John chapters 15-17. Incidentally, last week I submitted my abstract to the Royal University of Phnom Penh for the upcoming Socio-Cultural Research Conference. Let's see if it gets chosen. It's a research on: "why students nowadays don't ask relevant questions in class?" OK, I know, I ask too many questions from you... maybe I have too many doubts and too many curiousities. Hey, I'm not complaining, so far you are giving me answers in prayer.

My Final Exams hopefully

I had to bus back to Phnom Penh on the 21st. I met my proctor (our UPOU registrar) at my schoolmate's pad. Her husband was not at home, so we three had the place all to ourselves. We had our exams in the evening of the 22nd. Alma, my schoolmate, had to do one in Social Marketing. I had to hurdle my last UPOU exams in Socio-cultural foundations of Education. Later we three spent the night chilling out by the riverside sharing life stories.

Au Revoir Sihanoukville

I asked my rector what time he plans to leave. He set departure time after lunch. I waited for him to pack. Finally at 4PM (hey, its still after lunch)we managed to pull out of Sihanoukville. We arrived at Phnom Penh for supper, freshened up, and had a good night's sleep. Onward to Poipet for the morrow!

EAO Salesian Brother's Convention

From the 21-25 August, Don Bosco Cambodia (Phnom Penh) hosted the East Asia- Oceania Region's Salesian Brother's Seminar (click on the link for more technical information). On the 22nd, although some of our students had to present some dances, I chose to remain in Sihanoukville, until a telephone call from one of them beckoned me to take the bus to Phnom Penh. That evening I met my good old friends, many whom I haven't seen in years especially those whom I've worked with in Papua New Guinea, Thailand and Philippines. I got the chance to meet other brothers too from Australia, Vietnam, Korea, Japan, China, Samoa, Indonesia, Timor, and Mongolia. Some 15 of them did in turn visit us in Sihanoukville on the 26th.

So, what is a Salesian Brother? He's a "lay person" and yet "a consecrated religious." Don Bosco envisioned them to be in places or works where priests cannot or would not thread. Being a lay person he is able to be involved in the world, and yet being consecrated he is commited to poverty, chastity, and obedience, and of course community life.

Sentenced Home

The other day I chanced upon a Korean television program (“Heart to Heart”) an interview with film maker David Grabias. His latest film (with Nicole Newnham) entitled: “Sentenced Home” touches the plight of around 1400 American-Khmers being forced to return to Cambodia. This documentary follows the heart-breaking story of three Cambodians from their birth in that homeland that starved, tortured, and murdered their families (Pol Pot times) to their being raised from childhood as Americans in the USA. And ironically this same country that raised them to adulthood is now pushing them back to an unwilling return to a distant homeland they never really knew. And the reason is because of law infractions in their youth whose sentences they have already served.

I really do hope I could find this film in the market. I'm excited to watch it. I’m sure this film will become a firestarter for more discussions about being exiled and about going home. The real controversial point is the question: “Where is home for you?”

I’ve read a line before which says: “Home is where your heart is.”

Next month, I move again to Poipet – the fifth time I move to another home in my six years here in Cambodia. It’s a no big deal for me now. When I was back in the Philippines I got three assignments in three years during my practical training days right after college. Later after theology, I got assigned to six houses in a span of ten years. So if You ask me did I feel at home in all those places – a resounding Yes and no regrets! But how come they keep moving me on? Ah… after all, You did promise a home in your Father’s house for us pilgrims down here. That’s where our heart is, I suppose. Not in the house, but with You as home.

People you meet in the morning

Yesterday on my way back to Sihanoukville from Phnom Penh, I missed the 7:15 bus. Since I still had half an hour of waiting time for the next one, I decided to take my breakfast in one of those open air stalls just beside the station.

Just then a shoe shine boy accosted me but seeing that I was wearing rubber slippers, he quickly excused himself. I thought that if I were wearing leather shoes or sandals I could have parted with some of my money for this boy who was honestly trying to earn a living. But there was no need for that since another man next to me employed his services and he started on his early morning work just beside where I was eating my bowl of noodles.

Then an elderly man on crutches approached me and begged for some money. I didn’t seem to care because I said to myself that although he was physically handicapped, he could still earn a living doing something other than begging. Fortunately for him, the couple sitting on the next table offered him some loose change.

Now I was really feeling uneasy with myself.
I remembered one of those sayings: “If you have food in your refrigerator, clothes on your back, a roof over your head and a place to sleep, you are richer than 75% of this world.”

Suddenly, a monk appeared in front of me barefooted and dressed in his worn-out saffron robe, carrying an umbrella in one hand and a begging bowl on the other. Without thinking twice, I took out a few riels to put in his begging bowl.
That night I slept soundly.

Had I lost this opportunity for almsgiving, I’m afraid I might have ended up praying to You: “Lord let your face shine on me…” and You would have answered: “Three times I approached you and you did not recognize me. For whatever you do to the least of these, you do unto Me.”

Move, moved, moving (again)

I’m moving to another community again. I’ve been given my new obedience (assignment) - Poipet by September. Funny, I haven’t finished unpacking and now I’ll have to pack them up again. People keep asking me how I feel about moving...

Well, I think that moving can always have a significant meaning to any person. To the fearful it could be threatening because things might get worse. To the hopeful it could be encouraging because things might get to be better there. To the confident it could be inspiring because of the challenges one could meet.
But I’m not telling what it is for me -to keep you guessing.

Foxes have holes and birds have nest, but You have no [permanent] place to lay your head. Why should I be any different if I long to follow You?

Can you spot the difference?

Last Christmas I took this photo of three Dominican Sisters together with some Filipinas. The picture was taken after the Mass in the makeshift church since renovations started in the main church. Today, after six months of adaptation here in Sihanoukville, I once again took their photo with the same Filipinas (with some additionals) this time in front of the newly-renovated church right after we finished the Mass. Can you spot the difference?

The religious habit is actually the symbol for poverty. During the middle ages (when most of the mendicant orders started) the habit being the same for all in a particular monastery or convent saw to it that no one was richer or poorer than the other brothers or sisters. Ironically, to have a religious habit made today costs more than the average man's clothes. Anyway, habit or no habit, Don Bosco once said: "It is not the habit that makes one a religious but virtue."

The World Cup & Development of the Poor

Since many of us are engrossed and excited with the ongoing Football World Cup '06 in Germany, might as well use the event as a reflection springboard.
There's this nice picture and tantalizing question in the Dropping Knowledge website. (your question.org)










"Can sports play a role in the development of poor nations?"
I believe it can. Many years back I found myself coaching and playing football with the poor kids in the slums of Tondo, Manila. This made me seriously ponder about their future: "are they just going to play football all the time; what's in this for them?"
Being good in the game, many of them got scholarships to pursue their studies in many universities who needed good footballers. Later on I saw others make a living by becoming professional football referees, while others became coaches and trainers. Football has certainly given them a good alternative to break the circle of poverty.
Football is but a drop in the bucket. I've seen others rise from poverty through other sports in my own backyard... I've seen it in other Don Bosco settings in many other countries, and I believe it's going to happen too here in Cambodia.

When I was a novice in this congregation, we used to tease jokingly (no offense intended) about other congregations too... like how it was a "sin" if the Franciscans and Augustinians missed their prayers, how it was a "sin" if the Dominicans missed their study period, and how it was a "sin" for us Salesians if we missed our daily scheduled games/sports. Now I begin to realize why Don Bosco emphasized on this for us.