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Hello,
Everybody,
Thanks for visiting me here. Here
is the recent report I filed for our Parish News Letter, which is followed by
an LSOP Newsletter from Sister Lawrence:
VISITING THE LITTLE
SISTERS OF THE POOR
Seven teenagers (some from the Confirmation
class) and fifteen adults departed Osan Saturday
morning to go to
As usual, we are greeted with warm smiles from
the sisters, the employees and an occasional Hal-mu-ni
or Hal-a-bu-ji (a respectful term for the elderly
that means grandmother and grandfather) strolling through the halls. Sister
Mary Joseph quietly explains the work to be done. It isn’t long before 20
bustling people have naturally divided up and are busy with the tasks at hand.
Each person works diligently and cheerfully.
Visiting the Little Sisters of the Poor home for
the elderly in Suwon isn’t just about cleaning
the floors and chairs in the auditorium, moving things out of storage from one
location to another, cleaning the floors and furniture in the storage room,
drilling holes in walls to mount storage cabinets, or making Rice Krispie Treats for the residents. The group who ventured to
the home on Saturday did, however, accomplish all those things. But it
isn’t just about the work.
The experience is also a spiritual encounter, an
opportunity to offer ourselves to do God’s work, to share our hearts with
one another, and to see clearly that the language of the heart is universal. In
this encounter, couples, singles, young adults and mature adults come together
and truly experience being One in Christ, to witness,
first hand, God’s love. We see it in the way the Little Sisters care for
the elderly. We see it in the way the young teenagers willingly and cheerfully
seize the opportunity to help others even if the job may seem small or
insignificant. We see it in the way the employees share their lunch with
foreigners. And, straight from the heart, we see it in the faces of the old
people.
All of our work is a prayer to God. The tasks
may be small, but immense is the joy in the occasion to share our gifts with
others, to learn and to grow.
Please join us for future trips
and share in the experience. See the bulletin for details. To view some photos
of the Saturday trip, please send a request to jonhuer@hotmail.com and
we will e-mail a sample to you.
Peace,
Terry Huer
Latest Newsletter from Sister Lawrence (Click here)
[from Sister Lawrence, LSOP]
NEWSLETTER
Number 23.
LITTLE SISTERS OF
THE POOR
at
MOUNT
Yesterday during Evening Prayer (Vespers) found myself thinking about this newsletter that I wanted to
write. And then, the words of Psalm 125 (124) that we were singing struck me:
"As mountains surround
And, the Lord surrounds not only our Home and small village but also all who are in one way or another "extended members" of our family here. And so, I continued my reflection, "As mountains surround Haewol-ri, the Lord surrounds our Home and all our friends and benefactors, both now and forever." Distraction in prayer? I don't think so! I think rather that God was once again touching my heart and showing me how very closely he surrounds each of you and is present in your lives. This reflection gave me deep peace, and I hope that it will comfort you as well.
Since our last newsletter, many of
the Residents have not been well. Last week the number of hospital admissions hit
a "new high" –eight Residents in five different hospitals in
This being the Year of the Eucharist, we wanted to
celebrate as solemnly as possible the feast of
beautiful after our morning Mass, but we all agreed that it was much too short and hope to find a way to make it longer next year. Many of the young people returned for Mass and the procession, and many other visitors came too. Several told us how grateful they were to have been invited for this occasion and that it helped deepen their understanding and appreciation of the Eucharist.
Two weeks ago we welcomed three new Residents, Martha Hwang and a married couple. Joseph and Maria are both in good health and already help here and there around the house. We did not have an empty room when friends came to tell us about Martha's desperate plight, but when we heard -the story we knew we had to take her as quickly as possible. We arranged for her to stay for the moment in the room of one of the Residents who needs long-term hospitalization. Martha's only son went bankrupt and his home and all the furnishings were seized. His entire family, including 86-year-old Martha, were living in an unheated, unfurnished one-room storehouse - and they had been told they had to get out of there as well! In addition, we discovered that Martha has advanced cancer! We've done the paperwork necessary so that she can begin I getting the medical care she needs to diminish her pain.
Towards the end of May we Little Sisters were able to “slip away” for an outing together and this time we went further than we usually do. We had been invited to go down south to the island of "Sorokdo." "Sorok-do" literally means "small deer island" and in fact the island is shaped like a small deer. Only five minutes by ferry boat from the mainland, it used to be a combination penal colony and national leprosarium. Now the leprosarium remains but there are only about
I 600 people with Hansen's disease still living there, some I in the hospital, others in tiny homes scattered in small villages. Part of the island is a national park. We were warmly welcomed by two Austrian lay missionaries
who served us a delicious lunch. They explained very I humbly their apostolate and their many years of service
to some of the most abandoned and miserable people in this country.
It is now eight years since
Sr. Lawrence, LSOP
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THE PINK DRESS
There was a little girl
sitting by herself in the park.
Everyone passed by her
and never stopped to see why she looked so sad.
Dressed in a worn pink dress, barefoot and dirty, the girl just sat
and watched the people go by. She never tried to speak. She never said a word.
Many people passed by
her, but no one would stop.
The next day I decided to go back to the park in curiosity to see if
the little girl would still
be there. ,
Yes, she was there, right in the very spot where she was yesterday,
and still with the same sad look in her eyes.
Today I was to make my own move and walk over to the little girl.
For as we all know, a park full of strange people is not a place for
young children to play alone.
As I got closer I could see the back of the little girl's dress. It
was grotesquely shaped.
I figured that was the reason people just passed by and made no effort
to speak to her.
Deformities are a low blow to our society and heaven forbid if you
make a step toward assisting someone who is different.
As I got closer, the
little girl lowered her eyes slightly avoid my intent stare.
As I approached her, I could see the shape of her back more clearly. She was grotesquely shaped in a humped
over form.
I smiled to let her
know it was OK; I was there to help, to talk.
I sat down beside her
and opened with a
simple,
"Hello."
The little girl acted
shocked and stammered
a "hi" after a
long stare into my eyes.
I smiled and she shyly
smiled back.
We talked until darkness
fell and the park
was
completely empty.
I asked the girl why
she was so sad.
The little girl looked
at me with a sad face
and said,
"Because I'm different."
I immediately said, “That you are!” and
smiled.
The little girl acted even sadder and said, "I
know."
"Little
girl, I said, "you remind me of an angel,
sweet and innocent."
She
looked at me and smiled, then slowly she
got to her feet and said, "Really?"
"Yes,
you're like a little Guardian Angel sent
to watch over all the people walking
by."
She
nodded her head yes, and smiled.
With that she
opened the back of her pink
dress and allowed her wings to
spread, then
she
said "I am."
"I'm
your Guardian Angel" with a twinkle in
her eye.
I was speechless
-- sure I was seeing things.
She said.
"For once you thought of someone other than
yourself. My
job here is done:"
.
I
got to my feet and said, "Wait, why didn't anyone stop
to help an angel?"
She looked at me, smiled and replied, “You're the only one who
could see me,"
and then
she was gone.
And
with that, my life was changed dramatically.
So, when you think you're all you have, remember, your angel is always
watching over you
Like the story says, we all need someone.
And, everyone of your friends is an Angel in
their own way.
The
value of a friend is measured in the heart.
May your Guardian Angel watch over you always! (And thank you too for
being our angels!)
“As the mountains surround
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LITTLE SISTERS OF THE POOR – MOUNT
WANJU-GUN, SOYANG-MYON, HAEWOL-RI 157-3, CHONBUK 565-844,
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*Mount St.
Joseph Home for the Aged is one of the four such homes for the elderly that the
Little Sisters operate in