Some of us might have heard of Archbishop Oscar Romero of El Salvador. On the night of March 24, 1980, as he was saying a memorial Mass for a friend’s mother, he was shot through the heart by some ‘hired’ killers, because he was giving voice to the needs of the oppressed. The day before that he still preached his homily addressing the soldiers in his country, pleading them: “In the name of God, in the name of these suffering people whose cries rise to heaven more loudly each day, I implore you, I beg you, I order you: Stop the repression.”
I was just in my third grade when I realized I wanted to become a priest. But I kept it to myself because I’m afraid people would make fond of me if I’d tell them. I kept it to myself because my family is poor and I heard people’s talks that it is very expensive to become a priest. This childhood desire of mine had to be suppressed even more when my Father died. I come from the middle in the family of 11 but I am the eldest son. So being the big brother somehow, I had to stop my high school studies. I had to take on some of the big responsibilities left by my Father and assisted my mum in raising my younger siblings. I then started to lose hope that I’d become a priest. To enter the seminary one has to finish his high school studies, but I missed two years of it. Anyhow, God finds his way in to make his call even louder. He provided me another opportunity to realize my dream. The department of Education announced that those youth who have stopped schooling can undergo a certain examination and if lucky he/she would be accelerated through to the University. I took the exam. I was lucky. I got it. I skipped two years of my high school and was eligible to enrol in the Uni. To make the long story short, I entered the seminary, studied for 11 years and here I am now, a young priest working as an assistant in a certain Parish.
This morning I drove up to Mount Buffalo (in Victoria Australia), with one of the parishioners. It was a really challenging drive because of the narrow and winding road through to the top of the mountain. I had to drive slowly especially on those sharp and blind curves. To play it safe, I just obeyed all the signs there. In a way I was being faithful to all the directions set up on the way. After many turns, we finally got to the top.