United in Suffering and Honour

May began on a sad note for the Gonzaga community. In my last entry, I wrote about the explosions that were set off accidentally at a local miliary base. One of our boys in standard one lost his father, a member of the military, in the blast. The following week, a boy in standard two's father passed away due to a heart condition. In both cases, the school sent a delegation of students from each of the boys' classes along with my standard sixes and a group of teachers to visit the boys' families in mourning.

I accompanied both groups and was each time deeply moved by the compassion showed by the students at such a young age. We were not alone as we joined the families to mourn their losses. At each house, women from the neighbourhood and the family gathered inside the home, while the men stayed outside beneath a tarp hung from the house's roof. The students, as we gathered, would lead a small prayer ceremony with the family. The students showed such maturity around death at such an early age, a result that comes from being exposed to it with such frequency. As I sat uncomfortable, my students took their place around the grieving mothers, greeting them and expressing their condolences. The mothers would, as is customary I learnt, serve us some food, either a late lunch or some juice, depending on the time of the visit. I would reluctantly take my plate, following my students' cue, and found myself once again pondering how I had come to be served when we had visited to offer our support to the family.

Tanzanian generosity continues to leave me in awe and teaches me how to love my brothers and sisters. When Isaya's family, whose front door opens onto a road across which lies a municipal dump, is able to find the strength to serve lunch to a group of 30 students and teachers, most of whom are strangers, united only in mourning the loss of their father, I am left with my heart broken open and with having bore witness to the realization of the Kingdom.

Fr. Gary Smith, S.J. recently reflected on the question: Where is God amidst all this suffering? He writes, "If there is suffering then all of us suffer. And if a suffering brother or sister is honoured with our skills, then we are all honoured. They learn through our hands, hearts, and heads of God's heart and that the world has not forgotten them." As I reflect on these experiences, Fr. Smith's words resonate within me as I rediscover the importance in accompanying those with whom I live and work in all of their life's struggles, for as they do, I do, and so our joys and troubles are forever united in our effort to build toward God.