Tuesday, 31 January 2012

Sinulog Part 3: The City Centre Procession

To continue the series of posts about Sinulog here is a short video of the our second procession of Saturday 14th January. In the afternoon the statue of Santo Nino was processed along the streets of city centre Cebu at the head of a 3km long column of people. It took us about 4 hours to complete the route.

The Santo Ninos you can see in the video are not the real Santo Nino, but some of the many replicas!

Friday, 27 January 2012

Operation Second Chance

Up until quite recently children in the Philippines who were convicted of criminal offences were treated in exactly the same way as Adults. If their crime merited prison then they were sent to adult prisons.

A few years ago the Documentary Bunso brought this situation to light. It is perhaps the most disturbing film I've ever watched. The film follows the stories of three young boys being held in a Filippino prison. I have attached a short clip at the end of this post but I recommend that you see the whole film if you can find it.

In response to this film, and to the disquiet of those working in the prison service here things have changed.

Today Steph and I went to visit Operation Second Chance which is what we would call in the UK a Young Offenders' Centre. Conditions are still harsh, 169 boys and 5 girls are kept in quite cramped conditions, occupying large communal cells. Facilities are very limited, they had not been able to wash for seven days because there is a problem with the water supply. However crucially these young people are separated from the adult prisoners.

Operation Second Chance is a government run centre, however the Salesians are very involved in the work which takes place there. There is a (nearly) full-time member of staff there funded by the Salesians. They have provided a woodworking workshop and a library where education and skills training can take place.

The Salesians are also involved in the rehabilitation of the boys after they leave the centre, they have a home which accepts the boys after they are released.


Tuesday, 24 January 2012

Sinulog Part 2: The Parade Through Pasil


After we disembarked from our boat after the Fluvial Parade we were launched immediately into a parade through the streets of Pasil which is one of the poorer areas of Cebu, the video below hopefully gives a small taste of the joy of that procession. This local parade was something organised quite separately from the big city centre parade. It was an experience of religious celebration at its most popular level.

Last weekend Cebu was collectively celebrating in a way that we just don’t have any more in Western Europe. Virtually everyone takes part in the collective celebration, estimates went as high as 3 million on the streets. As we walked through the city people were outside on the streets, smiling widely and shouting out “Pit Senyor” (“Come Lord”) to everyone who passed by. Communities gathered together, slaughtered a pig, lit a fire and roasted it right there in the street offering food to all who passed by. Overweight women could be seen everywhere waving and dancing with Replica Santo Nino statues!


Sunday, 22 January 2012

Sinulog Part 1: The Fluvial Parade

Last weekend Steph and I were fortunate enough to experience Sinulog.

Sinulog celebrates the arrival of Christianity in the Philippines in 1521. The Spanish conquistador Magellan landed in Cebu and shortly after baptised many of the local inhabitants (probably more by coercion than conversion). As a baptism gift he gave the community a statue of the child Jesus, the 'Santo Nino'.

This Statue of 'Santo Nino' is still kept in the basilica of the Santo Nino here in Cebu. Once a year he is taken out for a huge celebration. Sinulog is the biggest event of the year in Cebu, literally millions of people flock here from across the Philippines.

On the Friday the statue is taken to the Church of the Virgin Mary on the nearby Mactan Island, from there, on the Saturday morning, he is brought back to Cebu by boat. Thousands of people line the shoreline to see the boat sail past, waving to Santo Nino as he passing, and a lucky few (including us) get to be aboard boats taking part in this fluvial parade.  

Once ashore a 5 hour procession starts which this year travelled nearly 7km and was about 3km long, the back markers arriving an hour later than the statue at the front.

The day culminates in a mass at the basilica celebrated before enormous crowds, many of whom kept a long way from the altar by the number of people present.

Sinulog is a day of celebration which is very hard to describe in words (hopefully the video below and those coming later will help). Music, dancing and singing abound. Replica Santo Ninos, often outnumbering people, being waved and held aloft at every visible angle. Real joy and exuberance rings through the streets. They certainly know how to celebrate!

Thursday, 19 January 2012

Thank You for the Christmas Cards

The Philippines postal service is rubbish, despite that a few Christmas cards have made it to us all but one of them after Christmas was already over! Many thanks for thinking of us.


Tuesday, 10 January 2012

Feeling Loved

Today is my birthday. It goes without saying that it has been a bit different from any previous birthday I've celebrated. 

Being far away has not meant it has been depressing, in fact quite the opposite. One of the joys of being in a different culture is being able to be surprised. I have been genuinely overwhelmed and humbled by all the greetings I've received from the community here. 

Likewise the messages and presents sent from the UK have also been especially meaningful this year. Receiving a Christmas pudding in the post, or an English magazine, would barely merit a mention in normal life but from the perspective of being far away they are real sources of joy. 

I feel very loved.

the video below is my christmas present from Br. Francis, another unexpected joy........




Friday, 6 January 2012

“You intended to do me harm, but God intended to turn it to good”

Today is the feat of the Epiphany! A feast day which in the Western Church celebrates the visit of the wise men to the baby Jesus. In the Eastern Church it is a much greater celebration marking the Birth of Jesus, the Baptism of Jesus, the visit of the wise men and the changing of water into wine at the Wedding at Cana.

Over the last few months since arriving here in the Philippines I have been spending some time each day reflecting on the first two chapters of Matthew's Gospel, the chapters which refer most closely to today's feast day. These reflections have gradually become a piece of writing. For those of you who are interested what I've written is available at the link below.

https://docs.google.com/open?id=0BzVxKp_r3opxOTYwNWE4YzYtNDM5My00OWZjLWI0YTctNjRmNDg0NTQyMjBl

The text is quite long and quite technical so will probably only be of interest to those of you interested in biblical theology and who have enough leisure time to read it. It also has nothing to do with the Philippines except that it was written here.

If any of you are interested and do find time to read it then your opinion, ideas and feedback would be appreciated!

Wednesday, 4 January 2012

Holiday on Bohol, Part 2: Jungle Living

Tiny pin pricks of light
      dabble through palm leaf lattice.
A gentle patter of rain
drums down on distant leaves.
Goats play and joust
while insects flutter.
Unknown beasts call out shrieking,
unseen from forest walls of every shade of green.
Mosquitoes feast on fresh white flesh,
as giant ants walk in ordered file.
Salamanders run along shadowy beams,
then stop, then run.
The symphony of jungle of life,
lingers long and touches deep.


Tuesday, 3 January 2012

Holiday on Bohol, Part 1: Peaceful Silence

The gentle stirring of the sea,
the shimmering surface of the water
    reflecting its green tinted sandy bottom.
Light sparkles from wave crests
    while far out boats silently drift along.
Just a touch of breeze drifts
    cooling the tropical air.
All around is silence, not a shout, not a cry,
    only the waves softly breaking nearby.
Oh what beauty! Oh what peace!

Sunday, 1 January 2012

New Year in Cebu

Over the course of the last few years I have had the privelege to experience New Year in several different cities, and in all of these places they like fireworks. Last night however was of a completely different order of magnitude, it isn't possible to exaggerate how many fireworks the people of Cebu launched.   


Happy New Year Everyone

Saturday, 24 December 2011

Chicken Ala Carte

This video was shown to me by one of the Vietnamese brothers who live here (hence why the link is in Vietnamese), it is a short film which was made in Manila in 2006. I think it is worth a watch.


Thursday, 22 December 2011

This Year's Christmas Card

As many of you know Steph and I usually send out Christmas cards. This year unfortunately we won't be sending any cards, so please accept this picture and poem as our offering to you for Christmas 2011!

(Both were produced by Steph)


The gift of Christmas

As Christmas time approaches
And the cold, dark nights draw in
Curled up beside the flickering firelight
Watching snowflakes begin to fall

In a swirling of frosty blue
And dazzling white
Comes the warm golden glow
Of the gift of Christmas

The warmth of a fire of burning love
Of a comforting spirit of hope
Wonder and joyfulness
Warming hearts and souls


Cradled in a manger in a stable
Cradled in a heart full of love
Is the bright warm flame
Of the gift of Christmas

As Christmas time approaches
And the sun still beats down hard
Stretched out beneath the canopy of shadows
Watching palm trees rustle and wave

In a haze of dreamy yellow
And fiery red
Comes the cool silver light
Of the gift of Christmas

The freshness of a breath of inspiring change
Of an unsettling spirit of challenge
Newness and vitality
Refreshing hearts and souls

Cradled in a manger in a stable
Cradled in a heart full of energy
Is the cool refreshing breeze
Of the gift of Christmas

Saturday, 17 December 2011

Misa de Gallo


 Literally ‘Masses of the Cockerel’ or ‘Dawn Masses’. There is a tradition here in the Philippines that during the nine days leading up to Christmas mass is celebrated every morning at dawn.

So both yesterday and today we have dragged ourselves from our beds and made our way to the church for a mass beginning at 4.30am.

On the first day we were expecting a half filled church populated by the ultra-faithful. We were wrong! Arriving at 4.20am the church was already packed to capacity, far fuller than for a Sunday mass, with only standing room available within the building. Outside there were half as many people again stood or sat on portable chairs. The attendance was truly impressive. All sections of society were present from new-born babies to the elderly, and unlike many European churches those in their teens and twenties were very much present.

These masses are a form of fasting. To attend them is to give up a usual activity in order to assert that following the way of God is more important. For nine days those who attend sacrifice a bit of sleep in order to make time to prayer more.


For me as a foreigner, these masses are testament to a better understanding of fasting than we sometimes have in our western churches. The masses are in no way woeful laments; rather they are celebrations of joy.  Sleep is sacrificed in favour of something better, a really life giving celebration. The pain of losing sleep is more than compensated for by the joy of celebrating God’s love.

We are only two day in but the sense of joy and positivity emanating from these masses has so far been worth a bit of lost sleep.    

Sunday, 11 December 2011

How valuable is human life? How valuable is my life?


Living here at DBTC these are two questions which I find myself asking a lot.

Christianity, Islam, Judaism, and humanism all preach the equality of every human being. Every person is of equal and infinite value. According to these traditions the value of a human life cannot be attached to a person’s level of productivity or usefulness. We have a value greater than what we do. This is a tenet of belief in which most of us would assent to believe.

But living here in the Philippines the reality of inequality is powerfully evident to me every day. The Philippines is a deeply unequal society. The richest 10% earn more than twenty times more on average than the poorest 10%1. The rich live like middle class Europeans or Americans whereas the poor live in slums without running water and without access to decent education or health care. Virtually every service here is privatised, state provided services are very sparse and of a very low quality. If you have money then all is well, if you don’t then life is very hard.

Already we have had a student drop out of his studies because his grandmother became ill, the families already stretched income couldn’t stretch far enough to pay for medicine, so he left his training in order to work and be able to buy the necessary medicine. It is possible that he will never get another chance to study.

Privatised health care means that the poor are thrown into poverty by illness and the destitute are simply left to die. Private education means that the wealthy get their children well educated and into well paid jobs while the children of the poor are taught in larger classes, and with fewer resources (sometimes without even paper and pens), so all but a few are destined to end up in poorly paid jobs.

Many of our students have to work in the evenings to earn money despite attending 11 hours of college every day. Lots of them try to eat only once in the day so as to save money.

Being here has made me appreciate the importance of public institutions like a good postal service, a good library service, clean water and reliable transport networks. Universal access to these things is a hallmark civilised society; in the Philippines they are available only to the wealthy.

To live in a land where one life is so obviously not of equal value to another is deeply unsettling. I don’t deceive myself into believing I come from a land where things are any more civilised. The globalisation of economics means that inequality is the responsibility of all of us; be it visible outside our front door or thousands of miles away.

Words about equality are very cheap! Sadly most of us live within the sphere of influence of an economic worldview which acts to commodify everything and everyone into a unit of production then hang a price tag on it. None of us are worth anymore than the value of our function. In a world where everyone and everything has its prices there are inevitably those not worth the spending money on to keep alive.

At the heart of all of this is a sickness of which it is hard to make sense. Dwelling too long on these questions forces me to question whether the world would really gives a damn about saving my life had I been born in a slum in a poorer part of the world. Confronted by the shocking negative answer to that question I become driven to try to earn the privileges acquired by an accident of birth. But this striving in turn leads to dead-ends; trying to earn our right to be considered valuable can only ever lead to dehumanisation and all too often it leads to mental illness.

But what alternatives do we have?

Sunday, 4 December 2011

A Day in the life of a TVED Student

This video, which was created by Steph, tells the story of an average day for a Technical Trainee.



A New Reading Site – Part 2: Reading the Bible

Continuing from the thoughts I shared two weeks ago this week I want to expand on that theme a little. Being aware of my own reading site is of paramount importance when living in a very different culture from my own.

One exercise I have found fascinating during my time here is to attempt to deconstruct my own reading of the bible. The bible is a very ancient text; it has continued to be read through thousands of different cultural, political, economic and religious worldviews. Through all of this history up to today people have found within these texts meaning and inspiration, but crucially they have found this meaning and inspiration in very different ways. Too often we assume that the truths we find (or don’t find) in these texts are those which were intended by the original authors and those understood by all peoples throughout the world and throughout history. I all too easily assume that my interpretation is ‘The Interpretation’.

One of the challenges of reading the bible here is to try to put to one side what seems to me to be the most obvious interpretation of the text and instead to try to see it, as best I can, through the eyes of the people here.  The reading site of the people here is, of course, much closer to the reading site of the first Palestinian Christians who actually wrote the New Testament. The Philippines is a country of vast inequality, it is dominated by powerful neighbours, and it is a country of visible religious fervour.

Take the example of Matthew 23:14-30, the text to which we give the subheading  ‘The Parable of the Talents’1. This is a text which reads very differently when read from the different perspectives of the rich world and the poor world.

In the rich world we understand this parable in completely non-economic terms; the master is a benevolent God who demands that we make best use of our abilities. We with all our wealth and opportunity look at the text from the perspective of the servant given Ten Talents. This parable has influenced us so much that we have even come to call our abilities ‘talents’. So most often preaching on this text in the rich world will be about making the most of our abilities and not being like the bad servant with one talent who wasted what God had given him. His punishment at the end of the story is just desserts for his wasteful behaviour.

Try reading this text from the perspective of the poor man of the story, the man given only one Talent. This man, like many people here, maybe struggles to find enough money to survive, this man’s opportunities are maybe very limited, each day this man might run the risk of not being unable to feed his children. Such is the world in which many people here in Cebu live.

From the perspective of this man the actions of the master (in the parable) cannot be those of a benevolent God, they are the actions of an unmerciful master, they are the all too familiar actions of the rich and powerful over the daily lives of many people here who are made to suffer merely for being poor. Thus the parable is no longer a metaphor for the kingdom of God, but a symbolic narrative of their real world where the already rich get richer and the already poor are trodden on. The consequences handed out to the servant with one talent at the end of the parable are not the actions of God but the callous reaction of the rich towards those who are unable or unwilling to participate in the economic world of the rich. Take for example the many people here who suffer for lack of the medical resources which the richer world takes for granted, or those who suffer from a lack of access to the education that the richer world takes for granted, while at the same time the richer complain about (what they call) high taxes. Those in poverty are all too often blamed for being poor.

One biblical story, but two very different reading sites produce two very different interpretations. Neither is necessarily right or of more value. The challenge to all of us is not to believe that our own perspective is the only possible perspective.

(1 I have borrowed, and adapted, the two reading perspectives of this text from the ‘The Biblical Vision of Sabbath Economics’ by the American theologian ‘Ched Myers’)

Sunday, 27 November 2011

Teaching


After two weeks of teaching the first conclusion I can definitely report is that teaching is Hardwork!

Steph and I are teaching English and Maths to the technical trainees. They spend most of their time learning practical skills but also have lessons in English, Maths, Entrepreneurship, Ethics, Theology and PE.  This education is alongside, daily mass, frequent prayers, practical chores and hobby time.

We are teaching all the English and Maths, and also writing programmes for both subjects which will be used by the teachers who follow us in years to come, not just here but also at the other Salesian Training Centres across the Southern Philippines.

Every week we each have 14 hours of teaching, 8 hours of assisting the others teaching, 1 hour of faculty meeting and a Marathon Saturday afternoon when we give extra classes to those who need them for as long as it takes, yesterday it took just over four hours. On top of that there is all the planning, marking and logging of results. I am sure the experienced teachers among my readers will think nothing of this relatively light workload. But for someone who has never taught before, and so is lacking confidence, it is pretty tiring.

We have 220 students, the biggest class is 37, the smallest is 23

Despite the tiring nature of the work I am enjoying the challenge. Teaching the intelligent students is relatively easy, it is the less able ones who present the challenge, but they also provide the biggest reward. There is definitely a certain thrill in helping an 18 year old to grasp simple addition.

This experience of being a teacher is itself teaching me a lot about the virtue of patience, teaching involves a continuous need to be patient. Understanding how concepts which I find easy can be difficult for another person does not come naturally. The temptation to get frustrated with their slowness to learn is an ever present.

This necessity, as a teacher, to try to see the subject through the eyes of the student is, once the frustration has past, a real gift.