It was late September 1978 that I was farewelled from Butuan Airport in the southern Philippines by a busload of parishioners, teachers and students. I had been stationed in Butuan and the surrounding districts for almost 6 years. At that time I had been a Missionary of the Sacred Heart priest. It was early…

Some days back a year 11 boy came to see me. He had attended a lecture given at his school on spirituality. It was a spirituality night. I asked how it went and all he could say was that “It was a load of rubbish”. Young people know how to give short and very pithy…

The other afternoon I was standing out the front of the school after classes. There is so much one can see and appreciate at a time like this. I saw vividly the students running or hastening to get off the grounds. They were not particularly sad looking- in fact it was the opposite for them….