Bringing God's Kingdom to Birth

“The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched – they must be felt with the heart.” This insight comes from the pen of Helen Keller who, though blind herself, inspired countless others gifted with sight to discover its truth in their own lives. I am one of them.

Almost every Sunday for the past 15 years, I have found myself among a small Christian community of around 100 families in an inner-city slum in Sindh, Pakistan. For the majority of them, both men and women, their daily lives are unremitting hardship as they seek to support their families on the meager wages they earn as day laborers, street sweepers, sanitation workers and domestic helpers. We gather together in the small chapel built by this local community and not owned by any one Christian denomination, where Mass and other religious services are held at varying times.

Often they go to each other’s services as they identify themselves as Christians first and then by their denomination. Being a minority faith community in a predominantly Muslim country causes them to seek strength and support from each other. In the same way that Muslims revere and respect the Holy Koran, our Christians cherish the Bible as the word of God. One way they express this is by placing it in the highest place of honor in their one-room homes.

Even though they are great singers and musicians very few will have gone beyond primary school. Some are illiterate, and only a handful get the chance of going to university. Education, at all levels, is, for the most part, sponsored by priests and Sisters through donations from abroad.

After a Mass, interspersed with lengthy hymns set to vibrant local melodies, the little chapel becomes “home” to the Sunday school children. Most of the children, who are between the ages of 3 and 5, go to Muslim schools nearby where they only learn about Islam. In small groups at the Sunday school they are taught their prayers and come to know Jesus as their friend. The Gospel is read, shared and dramatized by the older ones, while the little ones enthusiastically act out their Bible songs. 

Later, weaving around the narrow alleyways and sitting in people’s homes, you hear about the burdens they carry, the frustrations that plague their efforts to improve their lot, and the debts the hold them back. Added to this mix are family squabbles and feuds, incidents of violence, and addictions of every kind, born of poverty, unemployment, lack of opportunity and a sense of hopelessness that things will never change. Sudden or chronic illness of any member of the family, young or old, can be the cause of a rapid descent into even deeper deprivation as meager resources mean borrowing from loan sharks who charge outrageous rates of interest, which are claimed back with a vengeance.

But this is only one side of the coin. What is not often heard or shared are the many quiet acts of friendship, neighborliness and generosity – hidden from the eyes of others – that sow seeds of hope in those who receive them. In the most unlikely places, and in the most unexpected ways, people that others write off and have no time for, are bringing God’s kingdom to birth – they live their lives with their fingers on the pulse of our common humanity and see in others a brother or a sister.

Nothing shows the true caliber of a community faster than an unexpected tragedy, and Saleem’s accident was one of these. Saleem, a young lad of 14, was the eldest of his family with two younger sisters and a baby brother. His father is a soldier and so is away from home for months on end. School never held any attraction for Saleem in spite of his mother’s encouragement when he did go and dire threats from her when he didn’t! His real soft spot was for animals, and any injured stray dog, cat or bird would be rescued and carefully tended by him.

One day he was playing truant from school and went in search of thrills and excitement with his friends. Jumping from moving freight wagon to freight wagon in the local railway yard, he slipped and fell. When he woke up he discovered he had lost his left leg below the knee. His father came home to help pull him through a difficult few weeks, while neighbors and friends rallied around his mother and the rest of the family helping them out in every way they could. Saleem eventually returned home on crutches.

Through my work with a community-based rehabilitation center I was able to put Saleem in touch with a newly qualified young man who made a modern, lightweight artificial limb for him. He was a member of Focolare, an active and dynamic Christian group, and had a wonderful influence on Saleem who slowly began dropping his street (gutter) language and manner. These days Saleem is attending morning classes organized for school dropouts. We hope that, in time, he will be able to sit his high school matriculation. He works hard to achieve this goal. The family, though very poor, is contributing $15.00 a month to the rehabilitation center as their way of saying thanks.

Another member of the community, Shumaila, has suffered from asthma from childhood. Now in her early twenties she is subject to frightening attacks of breathlessness and depends on an inhaler for relief. The hot, dusty climate of Sindh greatly aggravates her condition. On several occasions she has required emergency hospitalization where things were touch and go. Her mother is a widow living with cancer; the family’s scanty resources are forever stretched to the limit. It is in situations like this that we are able to help out and tide people over the crisis they face thanks to the goodness of others who make our work possible. This generosity, coming from the heart and reaching out to people on the margins, brings hope to many. “Some sow, others water, but it is God who gives the increase.”

Sr. Roberta Ryan trained as a nurse before joining the Columban Sisters. Her first mission assignment was in Korea where she spent nearly 20 years. Later she was sent to Pakistan where she encouraged small Christian communities and fostered dialogue with her Muslim neighbours. Living and working in Pakistan has shown Sr. Roberta how we can all make a difference in the lives of others.