by Sr. Chinyereugo J. Iwunze Nigeria/ Ireland 08.02.2025
The Reception and telephone switchboard provides an essential front-line service in a complex facility like the MMM Motherhouse in Drogheda. It is a place of contacts and encounters and monitors all the movements in the Community. It requires physical and psychological alertness to be there.
My first day in this department was on the 11th of June, 2024. That warm afternoon, the staff on duty with the sister in-charge gave me a warm welcome, and I was asked to come for 30 minutes daily in the afternoon for my induction. That faithful day of inception was like the experience of the men sent by Moses to spy the promised land in Deuteronomy1:28. They said ’’ …they saw the men, they are like giants…’’
When I saw the four switchboards glued together with up to 80 to 100 extension numbers to the rooms and offices in the house with their extension numbers and the Tannoy for paging and announcement. I was overwhelmed, because the use of a land line as a means of communication would not be a common way of communication at home in Nigeria. In the few places I encountered them at home I dreaded them and never had anything to do with them. So, working in that department was like confronting a giant I dreaded.
Thanks to our two lovely receptionists – Miriam Killeen and Winnie Mullen – who tutored and mentored me. My sister in-charge of the department, Sr. Eilis Weber and the sisters who work in that department were wonderful instruments at my beginning, belonging and becoming part of the telephonist/receptionist team.
At times the phone rings once in 30 minutes and sometimes couple of times within 5 minutes. Each one is a unique interaction. A caller might like to speak with a Sister in the office or in her room. This would need to be transferred to the appropriate domain. If the Sister or the staff needed is not available to answer the phone, the person is paged to get his or her attention. At times, it could be a call that requires quick thinking and discretion. In all, politeness and listening carefully are needed. Some sisters are on call at specific hours to seek advice when need be.
The morning rush begins as employees start to filter in. My attention shifts between the phone and the reception service. I greet each person with a warm smile, whether it’s a familiar face or a first-time visitor. The post man comes with the delivery which is stamped and smoothly distributed to each sister’s square box or to the different offices. The daily crosswords are photocopied from the newspaper as they are delivered, and the concerned communities and library receive their copies. Another occurrence is an internal or external call of a Sister looking for a Sister’s mobile number, an address or other contacts. Multitasking becomes second nature as I juggle calls, visitors, and other administrative tasks.
As Sisters sign out for a walk to go downtown or to the garden. I discretely monitor their walking gait and keep tract of the duration of time away. Depending on the fragility, after waiting without seeing the person, I call the person’s room number in case she entered through another door.
The early evening sees a rush activity as the staff round up the day’s work. I let them out through the door as I bid them goodbye. Within this period, people for different prayer request call and their intentions are typed and put up at the board beside the oratory.
Being on duty after supper duty can be quiet, more than any other shift in terms of reception work. I ensure that there are proper lock ups. At 8.40pm, the phone automatically switches over to the night duty mobile phone. The challenges, the problem-solving, and the constant interactions are what make the services dynamic and rewarding. That gave me a sense of accomplishment that I encountered people, they made me happy, and I made them happy too.
To all the angels I encountered, may God bless you in good measure!
by Sr. Margaret Anne Meyer MMM USA 05.02.2025
There I was – in front of the door where six months previously I was wrapped in my father’s arms before he left to board the plane for JFK in New York. I could still feel the love and warmth of our embrace but now he had suddenly died, and the pain of loss and grief was creeping in. In those days, May 1966, the flight left Dublin at 2 PM and stayed in Shannon for an hour to let passengers have time to browse the duty-free shops. I stayed on the plane, remembering the good times I had spent with my father. I do not remember being checked there for entrance into the USA. The flight landed in New York around 6pm. Three large books contained all the passport numbers, and I was very relieved when my number was found, and I was let into the USA.
It was difficult meeting with my mother and family. We were all in great sorrow, but I was incredibly grateful to be able to be there. It was the first time to be home in eight years.
My father got his wish not to be waked for two nights as was the custom in those days. The funeral parlor was full, so I was in time for the wake. So many people came to pay their respects. My brother Albert’s class from Christ the King High School were among them. The next morning, we gathered at the funeral parlor again. I remember praying in front of the coffin. I could not cry then because I was so thankful that my father and I had grown closer together. He really was now happy that I had entered MMM. He told me before I entered that if he had had a better salary I would choose differently. It was a suffering on both of us and now, as he had told others, he was with his son-in-law, Jesus.
The funeral Mass was celebrated in our Parish Church, St. Theresa of Avila, in Queens, New York. It was the first time that I attended a Mass where the priest faced the people. He was buried in the Meyer family plot, originally belonging to his grandfather, August Meyer, who came from Germany in the 1860’s.
I was grateful to be with my mother for about ten days. During that time, I took a shuttle flight to Boston from JFK for $28 return. I wanted to visit the Sisters in Winchester. We were excited to see each other. I was asked to say a few words to the novices and there seemed to be many at the long table in the Community Room. All were exceedingly kind to me and prayed for my Father, Albert Meyer.
Soon it was time to return to Ireland. It was harder to leave my mother than when I first entered 10 years previously. God gives the grace. It was near the time to leave for Uganda but that is another story.
by Nadia Ramoutar MMM Communications Coordinator Ireland 01.02.2025
A few years ago, Ireland adopted St Brigid’s day as an official holiday taking place on the first Monday in February. There are a lot of legends and myths around Brigid, but if we study her life we can see she was a woman well ahead of her time.
As we look at her significance, we find there are some ways in which she is a wonderful role model. Here are some lessons we can learn from her.
1. You can bring light. St Brigid was luminous. She was born around 452, near Dundalk which is close to where our MMM Convent in Drogheda. The winters then must have been very dark and cold, but many stories tell of St Brigid bringing light and healing to other people.
2. Be careful of the company you keep. During her life, Brigid became close friends with St Patrick, the patron Saint of Ireland. She grew closer to him as she aged. No doubt these two ordinary people who became “Saints” in later life inspired one another.
3. There is power in collaboration. It may have been a man’s world when St Brigid was alive, but she got things done. Around 470, Brigid founded a “double monastery” (one for men and one for women), over which she ruled as abbess. She appointed St Conleth as bishop, and between them they governed the church together.
4. There is power in kindness. Whatever about the many stories surrounding her name, Brigid emerges as a strong and gentle woman, a powerful leader, a skilful healer and wise spiritual guide. She has become for many a potent symbol of Christian womanhood, showing us the feminine face of God.
5. Don’t let people limit you. What makes her particularly relevant for us today is the range of issues she embraced and the manner in which she dealt with them. She was a peacemaker who intervened in disputes and brought about healing and reconciliation.
6. Be generous. One story tells of her giving away her father’s precious sword to a poor man so that he could barter for food to feed his family. She practised hospitality and had a special concern for the poor and marginalised.
7. Pray and take action. She was no stranger to hard work and there are stories of her milking cows, shepherding her sheep, helping with the harvest and even brewing the ale! But she was also a woman of contemplation, given to long hours of prayerful reflection.
8. Be in tune with nature. Brigid was wonderfully attuned to the seasons and nature. It is no accident that today many individuals and groups concerned about the environment and our treatment of the planet, draw inspiration from her.
9. It may take a while for your efforts to be appreciated considering that St Brigid died in 525 and her day was made a holiday in 2024!
10. Don’t be afraid to ask for what you want and for what other people need. She was generous but also believed in justice. She was willing to fight for those who were vulnerable.
I hope we will contemplate how we can be braver, more giving, kind and compassionate in the year ahead. Thank you, St Brigid, for showing us the way.
by Sr. Sekunda Kimario MMM Tanzania 29.01.2025
I answered the doorbell this morning, and found a 9-year-old girl wearing a tracksuit and a woollen cap. She introduced herself as Dorothy and said that she came to ask me to teach her how to pray so as to become a Medical Missionary of Mary. Dorothy comes from our Parish and was touched by an MMM celebration that was held there last Sunday.
Dorothy is in Standard 5 of her primary education, so she has a long way to go. But I have found in my experience that some young girls feel ‘the fire in the belly’, and they are dying to be listened to by someone who would understand. When the seed of a vocation is sown at a young age, the girl concerned is more determined and perseveres more resolutely. St Benedict talks about the ‘School of the Lord’s Service’, and how we should ‘See and Seek God in all things. Dorothy may not yet have heard of St Benedict, and how basic his spirituality is to us MMM’s, but she feels the call exactly as he describes it. Of course, Dorothy is too young to make this decision. It is something she will need to think and pray about as she grows into adulthood. We take this kind of decision as adult women.
We pray that Dorothy may not lose her determination and that she will one day take her vows and live a full life as an MMM.
by Sr. Sheila Campbell MMM Ireland 25.01.2025
The other day I came across this image and for some reason it tugged at my heart! I am not a baker, but I do recognise the skill. More importantly, I recognise the love and dedication it takes to pick out all the ingredients, measure, mix and shape the biscuits. Are they the perfect shape? No, but it doesn’t matter, it is the love that is poured into the mix with the ingredients.
I feel the same love that God pour into my life by giving me close friends. Are they perfect, of course not but they know me in all my imperfections and love me despite them. “Perfect Love casts out fear”, St. John tells us. I think our deepest fear is that of being rejected. When we are accepted by a friend, we see the reflection of the love God has for us. What is my response? Hopefully to respond with love in return, but we are complicated human creatures and we often mis-read the signals. I want to reach out, but I may end up seeming “suffocating” – we all need our personal space, physically but also psychologically. That is why mixing, measuring and taking care is so important.
Yes, I will get it wrong some days and have to apologise or make it up with some kind gesture, but I will work at the relationship because it matters to me, and it matters to God. Few of us will ever have a direct divine revelation of God’s love. For most of us, it is mediated by the love other people give us and we give in return.
I remember my mother used to bake an apple tart when my older brother came home to visit. I used to tease her that he was the favourite. I don’t really think he was – she did spread the love around generally but “home baking” was her visible sign that the person was loved, welcomed and would be fed. Isn’t that basically the message we want to give all our friends, thanking God for the ability to do so.
by Mary Coffey AMMM Ireland 22.01.2025
Editor’s Note: Mary gave me this story some months ago. I thought it was appropriate as we are starting out a new year on our pilgrimage of hope.
Two parents, five brothers and two sisters. These are members of Karima’s family. Karima is a young Afghan woman who had previously shared my home in Ireland, and whom I love dearly. Her family are under threat from the Taliban. The Taliban (or the Islamic Emirate of Afghanistan) have given instruction to their local members” to find all members of Karima’s family as soon as possible, arrest them alive, or destroy them, as they have worked with infidels against Islam. And God bless you.” (Taliban’s words. The “infidels” were an American development organisation working with local Afghan people.)
An opportunity had arisen to bring them to Ireland. What to do now? I had a bare five weeks before setting off in August on a long holiday to Tanzania and Kenya, visiting MMMs. I reached out to a key contact for encouragement. The advice was that what I envisaged was unworkable. I accepted that advice and went to bed. The next day I went to Mass. Our now retired parish priest, Fr John, has for over twenty years nourished my prayer with his love of scripture and his short and simple introduction to each reading. He always ‘primed’ me to listen more carefully and be to ready to receive the Word. On this day he introduced the reading from the Book of Exodus by saying that God had such compassion for the plight of his people in captivity in Egypt that he declared he had the strength to do something about it. And the passage from Exodus (3:17) was: God said to Moses “…I declare that I will bring you up out of the misery of Egypt, to the land of the Canaanites, … a land flowing with milk and honey.’ Exodus 3:17. And my own resolve was called forth! “I have resolved to bring you up out of Afghanistan where you were oppressed and in hiding for fear of your lives.”
A new Community Sponsorship Group was needed to support Karima’s family. I needed to gather people with new vision and new energy, before leaving for Tanzania. I was “out on the highways and byways, inviting people to the wedding feast,” looking for people to commit to accompanying this family for the first two years of their lives in Ireland. A detailed Settlement Plan needed to be drawn up. It should have been a collaborative effort, but I hadn’t time for collaboration! Just get it done. We were expected to raise a minimum of €10,000. There was no time for fundraising, but I managed to convince the Irish Refugee Protection Programme, IRPP, to trust me on that one. The money will be found. There is an acute housing shortage in Ireland and finding a house at short notice to provide a home for a refugee family of 10 people was well-nigh impossible. Without a house, our application would be rejected. However, I had “set my hand to the plough” and was not going to turn back now. I had real difficulty in convincing the IRPP that I was serious when I said that I intend to vacate my own home and go to stay with a friend so that our Community Sponsorship Group, which we call “Haven of Hope,” will be able to welcome Karima’s family.
Then we got word to expect their arrival on November 22nd. It was a day of great joy, but they had to leave Afghanistan for the protection of UNHCR in Iran. Some people see my decision to give up my home as extraordinary. I disagree. I found a way to help this large family who are under threat from Taliban, and I trust that I will be back in my home in six to nine months. A house will be found for them. Never again in my lifetime will I have such an opportunity to contribute to the transformation of the lives of ten people (including Karima) beyond their wildest imagining. The inconvenience to me is minimal in that context. Deep joy and contentment are mine.
by Sr. Mary Hanley MMM Ireland 18.01.2025
On December 13th last year I was standing at a bus stop down in Drogheda, waiting for the local bus that would bring me back closer to the convent. A man in the queue looked familiar. He asked me:” Do you still go up to the Capuchin Day Centre in Bow Street, Dublin?” “No”, I explained, “I have arthritis, and I am waiting fir a hip replacement. But after the operation, I will go there again.”
He said: “You worked well when you went there.” I was curious as to how he knew I worked there but I just said: “Thank you, some days I worked well. Then he said: “I was happy to go there on Wednesdays and collect the bag of food. It helped me for the following week.”
He went on to say how the staff there were wonderful, and he mentioned particularly the men and women at the door. These are five security people who are multitasking. They greet the people coming to the Centre, they get a particular item for them, usually milk, brown bread, clothing or toys. People’s needs are met as far as is possible. These five people also maintain the plumbing, man the showers, oversee the waste management and the recycling.
Our conversation continued. I saw that he had a bag full of food and presents, with a Christmas cake on the top. He said he was going to see his daughter in a nearby town/village. He was wearing a red coat, and he laughed: “I will do Santa Claus in three prisons this December!” He told me that he will call into the Capuchin Day Centre “just to greet them” and will also call to see Fr. Peter McVerry. (The McVerry Trust works with the homeless.)
Here was a man who benefited from the Capuchin Centre when times were tough. He is now giving back to the community. This is a man who seems well integrated, who appreciates the ordinary things in life and is at peace with people, thinking largely of others.
This story is typical of some of the people who come to the Centre. You could meet them there for a few months and then suddenly they are off the radar. Many have moved on to a better life.
One day, a man came in, now ell dressed and said: “Thank you for the food and hospitality for the past eighteen months. I am now off the drink, and I have a job.” Others receive food for a few months and when they get work, they come back and make a donation. Others, sadly, may not have had such a good experience.
In December 2024 the Centre gave out over 5500 vouchers, each worth €50. These can be used for food or clothe, but not alcohol. Some of the people interviewed in the queue at the Centre spoke of the welcome they got every time they came to the Centre.
As everybody knows, the services are broad-based. It is staffed by a nurse six days a week. Other services are given on specific days, such as doctor, dentist, chiropody, optician and hairdresser. In my eyes it is a very well-run Centre. Some days 1,000 dinners are served, and 1,400 food parcels are given out each Wednesday. Brother Kevin Crowley has truly left a legacy. Please God it will continue in the tru spirit of the Centre –‘No one will go hungry.’
I am happy to be associated with the work the Centre provides. My service as a volunteer is only a drop in the ocean. Please God I will return there as a waitress at lunchtime and listen to anyone who wants to talk.
by Sr. Sheila Devane MMM Ireland 15.01.2025
Today is called “Nollaig na mBan” in Irish or The Women’s Christmas.
There are many traditions associated with this day. The Epiphany calls us to remember the Three Magi or wise men who came from the East to adore the infant Jesus. Here in Ireland it is the day when the women retire from all kitchen work, celebrate with each other and let the men carry out the domestic chores! It is also the day when many families and businesses take down their Christmas decorations.
I am taking down my own decorations – or what still remain after a few small efforts over the past few days. I won’t be removing all my decorations this year – can I tell you why? This is a photo of my wee Christmas tree which is only 11 inches tall and 9 inches wide carrying a star and lovely festive decorations. Sadly this year it holds a very poignant story of innocent people no longer with us and of others still very seriously injured.
On December 20th I was busy doing a whole varity of things in preparation for Christmas and late in the day saw a missed call in my phone from a family member; I was worried wondering was something wrong? Who was sick? Or what? I tried to call a few times, left a voice mail message but my cousin was clearly busy too. Hopefully she was rushing about doing last minute things?
I missed the evening news and when I eventually turned it on there was an extended report of an attack by a single gunman at a Christmas market in a city in East Germany, ambulances, police cars, firebrigades and panicked people were being flashed up on the screen with journalists speaking to shocked onlookers and simulataneous translations happening for the world media. As I was watching aghast Kay rang again; I asked immediately if there was anyone sick in the family and she quickly asked if I were watching the news to which I replied:… “Yes I am looking at the terrible carnage in Germany in a city called Madgeburg.”
Kay went on to tell me that this was why she phoned me earlier in the day; she heard the terrible news, remembered being in Magdeburg in 2016 at the truly wondrous Christmas market and buying me a little Christmas tree believing a very small, portable, ornamental tree would work best for an MMM so that I could take it with me whereever I was going to live next!
This is one ornament that I have always liked and have put up religiously every year; this year I will not be putting it away; I would like to keep it up to remember all those killed, injured and bereaved in that incredible atrocity. I will remember too the many people who helped at the scene, those in the emergency services and since then in hospitals, funeral parlours, churches, mosques, families and neighbourhoods.
Mögen sie alle so gesegnet sein, wie sie es am meisten brauchen.
May they all be blessed in the way they most need