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FOREWORD
The request for me to write a foreword for this book had reached
me when I was preparing to leave for the airport on an assignment
in Korea. What am I going to say to the English readers who live in
the Western world with a Western culture? What can I tell them about
An Evangelist’s Diary? There are two things that I could immediately
think of at this moment–The two fundamentals of evangelization for
this day and age: The first, and the most obvious, is Cultural Assimila-
tion, and the second, at a deeper dimension, is to glorify Christianity.
CULTURAL ASSIMILATION
Two years a go, I had a chance to meet with some leaders of the
Chinese Catholic communities in China. They brought up an issue in
the history of evangelization in China, and said, To them, there were
two kinds of missionary–The first were those who have cared enough
to learn the local culture, to respect it, and help developing it. The sec-
ond were those who have not only ignored, but even tried to rid of it,
and at the same time, imposed a foreign culture upon the local people.
The latter were considered great encumbrances to the advancement
of Christianity, thus have had retarded the development of the Church
where they were assigned to.
To that I said, To me, from a family to the whole Church, from a
society to the entire world, from the ancient time up to the modern
time, there were always two kinds of Love–The first was love with
respect and understanding, the love that opened up to and supported
the development of the beloved. The second was the paterfamilias and
dictatorial love that enforced upon and oppressed those who were
supposed to be loved. The latter kind, of course, would jeopardize
and retard the development of the beloved. Vatican II have sincerely
rectified the wrongs in the history of the Church’s missions, and em-
phasized that the most fundamental in evangelizing now is cultural
assimilation. It has confirmed that the Church mission is to love and to
serve, and clarified that the nature of the Church is FOR the people.
Brother Tám Hậu–the South Vietnamese’s peculiar addressing
that I have been always using in referring to the Author of “An Evan-
gelist’s Diary” is a priest of Post Vatican II Era. The readers of this
book will be able to learn so much about cultural assimilation in Viet-
nam, especially the Southernmost part of the country (where I myself
came from.) This diary of his thirty-year long apostolic mission was
the first and most obvious reason for many in our Christian communi-
ties to revere him as a true Evangelist, and also the cause for many
Catholics and non-Catholics in the Ca Mau Province to recognize
him, to welcome him, and to love him from the beginning.
CHRISTIANITY GLORIFYING
The core of the Christian faith was always a conviction that God
is a loving Father, thus to feel his love, realize what we have and what
we are, be a gift from that loving Father, and at the same time, go out
of our way to testify and to preach his love to our brothers and bearing
witness to that we all were his children, the children of a much larger
family–the global family of mankind.
Everything that Brother Tám Hậu has shown through his life and
works, everything that he has preached, written... were all Christian
faith glorifying. The readers of this book now have a chance to peek
into the daily life of a missionary who has been living and preach-
ing primarily the Word of Love in a farthest corner of the land. It
will allow us to see what he saw, to feel what he felt, sharing with
what he had in mind and in heart, and learn how he has rekindled
the long-dimmed flame of love amongst his fellow humans in this vast
region––the flame that Christ Redemptorist himself had brought into
this world––and consequently glorified his Christian faith.
That must be the cause at a much deeper depth that brought forth
the spectacular results that Brother Tám Hậu has been reaping, and
I know that must also be the cause for other brethren now wanting to
bring this Diary to the English readers of the world.
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1. THE PARISH OF CAPERNAUM 11
one week per year every year only for the Diocesan mandatory
retreat. He had baptized three generations in the parish. He
was the one who heard my first Confession and gave me my
first Communion, and it was him who invited the Bishop to the
village for our Confirmation. Those who got seriously ill and
asked for Anointing, he would come right away regardless of
time, day, or night. When one passed away, he would come to
his or her house to conduct the funeral rites, personally attended
the ceremony to bring the deceased from home to church for the
Requiem, then follow the coffin to the grave site to bless it, and
leave only after throwing a handful of dirt into the grave bidding
farewell to the departed.
Every year in May, he called for the rituals of flower offering
and the inter-village Virgin Mary Rose Parade. The whole parish
was lightened up gloriously with flickering lights. Other events
were praying and reflecting in the Lent Season and prayer con-
tests on Easter and All Saints’ Day... The thumping sound of the
cheering drums for the contest went on all day. The whole parish
was so joyously festive.
During summer, the older seminarians from the Grand Sem-
inary and the younger ones from the Minor Seminaries came
to our village to perform the theatrical plays. There were plays
of St. Alexis of Rome, and of Saint Anthony the Hermit. The
whole parish was so upbeat. Our Parish priest and we parishio-
ners were bonded together so close, closer than Adam’s rib bone
in Eve’s flesh, and so tight that even the Bishop couldn’t break
us apart. Thus, when I was a child, he was there, and now I am
here, writing these lines, he is still there, firmly planted into the
ground like a household burn-clay water vessel.
Our Catholic village was separated from the non-Catholic
village only by a small dirt road that was wide enough for two
water buffaloes to pass, squeezing rib-to-rib; But our two vil-
lages had two distinctive cultures–like those from two different
countries.
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1
Capernaum or Capharnaum is a city in Galilee where Jesus spent enough
time in and around it that it came to be known as Jesus’ own city.
2
In the Catholic village, the word ‘cua’ had a dirty meaning, so the French
missionaries ordered us to call it ‘cancer’ instead.
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2. BRETHREN
“There it is! I was told that it got a large population. The people
there were dirt poor and illiterate. Why don’t you go down there
and stake a look first before making any decisions huh.”
That was the first time I had a chance to chat with the Bishop.
The pack of Bastos was gradually emptied out while the fatherly
love filled in fuller and fuller. The Bishop told me his life stories,
as a seminarian, a priest, a teacher, and a Bishop...
Dear Mai,
When the two preach the same thing, it must be true. That has
always been the rule, and that rule was part of the Israeli culture.
Dear Mai,
Without you, I could have become a warlord, a dictator who would turn this
station into him, and him into it. The mission would have been nullified.
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The ancient chinese art of war manual wrote – The pair who work
for the same cause love each other; The pair who enjoy the same privilege
hate each other. – You and me, brother, we share a tough life and a burdening
responsibility together so they may become lighter and more bearable. And
privileges? We had none to fight for, or so to hate each other with.
Dear Mai,
If you were not here, would I be able to go on with the mission that the
Holy Spirit had assigned me with? If I didn’t see you laying there, breathing
rhythmically in your peaceful sleep, would I be courageous enough to get
rid of the thought of ‘going AWOL’ that flared up in my mind? Having you
at the station made me feel at ease. Seeing you there, the tugging sadness in
my heart had receded. With you here, the stream of my self-pitying tears had
stopped flowing. I couldn’t sleep tonight, but I knew tomorrow night, I will
sleep well, knowing that you will be there, on my side...
Dear Mai,
It’s getting near dawn now. Did you know that the high tide had overflowed
into our house; and your slippers, with mine, had followed each other
floating into the far corner of the house? A little later, when you wake up,
you’ll be dumbfounded seeing them gone, and you’ll be amazed having to
wade splashing right inside our house... But we’ll have a good hearty laugh,
greeting a new day!
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1
Bishop Nguyễn Ngọc Quang (1909-1990)
2
“Thuốc lào” is loose domestic tobacco to smoke with a water pipe, very popu-
lar with the heavy smokers in the North.
3
Năm Căn is a ward in Cà Mau. The Province, named after its provincial capi-
tal city of Cà Mau, is the southernmost of Vietnam’s 64 provinces. During the
Vietnam War, the southern and western part of Ca Mau including Năm Căn
and U Minh (which is now Tran Van Thoi) were a stronghold for the National
Liberation Front of Vietnam (better known as ‘Viet Cong’.)
4
Abbreviation of the military term “Absent Without Leave”
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Partial province map with Cai Nuoc, Dam Cung and Nam Can
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3. NAM CAN REMEMBERED 21
The Năm-Cănese were like that! Eat ‘til you drop to show
your love – Drink ‘til you flip to be a bro’... So simple, so hearty,
and so lovable!
I have known Năm Căn since the beginning of 1971. But not until May 24 that
year did I have a chance to actually set my foot on Năm Căn’s soil, and fell
in love with Năm Căn ever since.
But Năm Căn was so tattered back then. An unknown musician who once
wrote, spontaneously, a song named “Năm Căn, The Place of Exile.” The
artist, hugging his guitar, swaying his bare head to mourn his heartbroken
fate despairingly on a Christmas night, a Christmas night that was not lit up
with twinkling colorful lights but flickering with a net of screaming military
flares instead.
But that was justifiable though, since Năm Căn back then was a Năm Căn
in war. The war had choked Năm Căn up like a hangman’s knot. Năm Căn’s
forests were ploughed over and over with 41-mm rockets and 105-mm artil-
leries; Năm Căn’s mangroves were battered by 50-mm and 60-mm machine
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guns; Năm Căn’s people were tattered like the chemically defoliated forests...
But I still loved Năm Căn, and always wanted to be a Năm-Cănese!
Only on June 14, ’75, I had to leave Năm Căn involuntarily. 1 My body had
left, but never my heart. Now I saw that Năm Căn’s forests had turned into
pumpkin patches and potato fields as far as the eyes can see. I saw forest
farms turned into immense shrimp farms. I saw Năm Căn rising like a kite in
a favorable wind, with jewelry and watch stores squeezing up side by side,
and young ladies bejeweling from head to toe. But I have also witnessed the
days Năm Căn’s market was as marketable as a pot of spoiled porridge when
the farmed shrimps began to die, and kept on dying...
Today, after the death of Mrs. Năm Hơn, my heart was again blissfully filled
with love for Năm Căn. I wanted to go all the way to Vàm Ông Do to show
my appreciation and love to the people, the government, and the Red Cross
of Năm Căn. I wanted to squeeze the hand of the fish trap owner who had a
loving heart bigger than the river of Cửa Lớn.
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Rev. Pio Ngo Phuc Hau was first apprehended and detained by the Viet Cong
(the National Liberation Front of Vietnam) on November 1, 1974 in Mang Ro,
Ca Mau, released, and apprehended again on December 05, 1974.
Cai Nuoc was ‘liberated’ on December 19, 1974, more than 4 months earlier
than the final collapse of South Vietnam on April 30, 1975. Right after the ‘lib-
eration,’ three evangelical team members at the mission station–Seminarian
Hưng, Ms Hồng and Ms. Xuân, were immediately apprehended. Rev. Hoạch
(Brother Năm Hoạch) who came to bail them out got himself apprehended.
Three other Seminarians, Vân, Đức and Thanh, were apprehended after that.
January 05, 1975–after being released from Mang Ro, and on his way to Cai
Nuoc to bail his evangelical team out, the Author was apprehended again at
Cong Ong Ta. He was later transferred to Cai Chim, and detained at Kien
Vang prison camp where the rest of the team were (See map on page 32).
January 16, 1975–Mr. Ung Ngoc Uyen, the new Judge of Ca Mau, who was
also a former student of Petrus Ky High School in Saigon, had transferred him
to Mr. Hai Ben Tre’s in Lung Tra for civil detention. “You’re a church high
ranking officer. It doesn’t look right to keep you in prison. I bailed you out so
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you’d have fresh water to take a bath with. I’ll have some officers from higher
up to ‘work’ with you; We at the provincial level can detain you only.”
Jan. 24, 1975–Rev. Pio Ngo Phuc Hau was transferred from Mr. Hai Ben Tre’s
to Ms. Chin’s at Ben Bong, next to Vam Dinh, also in the Ward of Cai Nuoc at
9 p.m. During the detention period at Ms. Chin’s, the intelligence officers from
Military Zone Number 9 headquarters in Can Tho who came to ‘work’ with
him had taken him into a house nearby, harassed and chided him in 3-hour
interrogation session each, three times a day, everyday.
June 12, 1975–Mr. Mười Thăng, a Ca Mau Security authority released him
and the rest of his team. “You’re supposed to be released much sooner, but
we’re so busy with the urgent tasks of government transition thus you had to
stay in longer. Please understand.” He and his team left Nam Can mission
station on June 14, 1975, and returned in 1976 as herein described.
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4. SEARCHING FOR LABORERS 27
mense like the Pacific Ocean. They had gingerly lift their chil-
dren up as they would with fragile eggs, and carefully put them
down like delicate flowers. Even when the kids grew up huge
afterward, but to the mothers, they were still babies forever.
I remembered when the Lord gathered his seventy-two dis-
ciples to read the order to depart. They were not trained yet.
Even the Lord himself had to admit–I send you as lambs among
wolves. But he sent them out anyway since God would be with
them. They had to learn as-they-go.
It was just a thought though, since I knew that no Superior
would do that...
Thank you for entrusting us in asking for our participation in Năm Căn mis-
sion. We do not readily have the manpower, but conveniently, we have two
willing pre-convent girls at college level that we would like to send along for
your training. Please help them all you could...
The seminarians, monks and nuns were sent by the Bishop and
their Convent Superiors. These were godsends. The lay mis-
sionaries were all female teachers that I had selected and later
trained by the Daughters of Charity to teach tailoring, sewing,
and cooking classes with the nuns’ general assistance, few with
“special instructions” attached by their Parish priests .
Having thought it out, I felt all right since there’s nothing
more that I could have done, but got to check with the Gospel to
see how Jesus had selected and trained his cadres though.
1. The standard: Usually, ones has two criteria to select
cadres with–Mobility and Morality. The Lord’s standards were
absolutely secrets, so secretive that only Mark had got a peek–
He called to him those he wants–But why did he want what he
wanted? Only God knows! If based upon ability and morality, I
could only see Nathan a-just-Israeli-who-never-lies; Philip and
Andrew energetic and socialite; John highly observant; Peter
short-tempered and uncertain; Matthew with an obscure back-
ground of a tax collector and an excommunicator; Thomas un-
sociable, withdrawn, and contentious; and alas, Judas Iscariot–a
god-damned, a thief, and a betrayer.
2. The trainings: The Lord didn’t have any training school.
Everything was on-the-job training, learning-as-you-go. The
Lord didn’t have time to train; He didn’t even have time to eat
and sleep... When he went out to pray at night, his disciples fell
asleep, even when he transformed on the mountain, and even
in the Olive Garden. His disciples did not know how to fast nor
pray, and they were even less well-trained than John Baptist’s!
3. The mission: The Lord had sent his disciples out on their
missions with their bags virtually empty–Go: Behold I send
you as lambs among wolves. Their manners were rather lowly
regarded, and for that, he got complained–Why do we and the
Pharisees fast, but not your disciples? They even started fight-
ing for a better title in the Lord’s kingdom, a kingdom that they
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1
Known as Banam Congregation, or “Dòng Banam” in Vietnam, this mission-
ary congregation was established in Banam, Cambodia in 1905 by Father
Pianet of “Missions Etrangères de Paris” (better known as MEP) in 1905.
March 06, 1970 – Cambodia Air Force bombed the parish and the Congrega-
tion complex in Banam. Those who survived escaped back to Vietnam.
April 30, 1975, all Congregation’s activities stopped after the fall of South
Vietnam, and the establishment of a new Communist government.
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1984, all members of the Congregation were apprehended for “Breach of Na-
tional Security” right after the Lunar New Year. All Congregation’s properties
were confiscated.
1987, the members were gradually released after 3 years of successful ‘re-
education.’
2
Known as Tu Hội Tận Hiến in Vietnam, Incarnatio Consecratio Missio (ICM)
in Latin, the Society of Apostolic Life is similar to the Religious Institute of
Consecrated Life.
3
Known as Chủng Viện Thừa Sai in Lái Thiêu, Vietnam.
4
Known as Tu sĩ Truyền Giáo in Vietnam, a missionary congregation estab-
lished by former Bishop Nguyễn Kim Điền in Cần Thơ, now defunct.
5
1963, Nam Can started to fall more and more into control of the Viet Cong
after the demise of President Ngo Dinh Diem.
1977, The Viet Cong’s National Liberation Front of Vietnam was dissolved
after the North and South of Vietnam reunified.
Partial map of Ca Mau with Dam Cung and Kien Vang in circle
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5. EVANGELICAL ENVIRONMENT ASSIMILATION 33
5. EVANGELICAL
ENVIRONMENT ASSIMILATION
Dear Dad,
I’ve been evangelically meandering in a very small space, like a dove coo-
cooing in a cage. Even in this enclosed space, I felt totally lost. All of a sud-
den, my coo-cooing had turned laughably off-beat.
I felt so much like you had, Dad, in the days that you ran away from Macedo-
nia and ended up meandering in Athens. While strolling around, you had had
your eyes sore seeing idols all over town. You were an Israeli, a Pharisee,
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hating idols like devils. You couldn’t share the Athenian’s sentiment. Athens
was an art centre. The Athenians were obsessed with art, the art of realism.
The very objects of their obsession had made you mad. You squeezed your
brain, using philosophy to flip the intellectual polytheistic bunch on the Ar-
eopagus hills... but that day was nothing but a sad memory. I understand you,
and share with you on that unanticipated trip, Dad! You were the dove that
had coo-cooed off beat in the cage of Athens. I am glad that you failed, Dad,
since only when you failed, were you like me, feeling closer to me, and loving
me... Your success would have made me feel depressed and self-disappointed.
I said what was true to my heart, Dad... So don’t be mad at me, please!
Your son P. H.
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1
Rahde and Bhanar are two of several tribes in central highland of Vietnam.
2
Paul-Léon Seitz, MEP (1906-1984) Vicar Apostolic of Kontum from 1960 until
expelled in 1975 (?)
3
This was one of his detention days. The lady was ‘Ms Chín’ on page 115.
4
Catholics from North Vietnam habitually pray aloud when the bells tolled in
the morning, noon, and evening.
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personally, but have heard a lot about him through his acquain-
tances. I greeted him cheerfully. “Good morning sir!”
“What’s up, priest?”
“I am a missionary evangelizing in Năm Căn, deprived in
every way. I am here to ask for your help.”
“What do you want me to help you with?”
“Our mission station has been divided into groups, each
needs a motorized boat for transportation. Would you give us a
Kohler 7, please!” 2
To that, the boss shrugged off western-stylishly, walked
straight into the hallway, and disappeared into the mansion,
leaving me standing there stupefied, flabbergasted...
An open letter to Lecturer Pastor Bùi Châu Thi–
Dear Professor,
Today, following Pope Paul VI’s example, I had valiantly stretched my hand
panhandling for the missionaries, and got shrugged off cold-heartedly. For
that, I recalled your teachings when we, the students of yours, were wearing
our pants on the seminary benches. You had taught, “The richer parishes
have to share their resources with the poorer ones”... But in real life, the
richer ones rarely opened their pouches to the poorer. They always refused
tactfully–The bigger the river, the bigger the wind, implying that the richer,
bigger parishes had so much more to get done. That’s how the gap between
the rich and the poor continued to exist, as it did right here in the heart of
the Church.
Yes, it’s true, Professor. The boss in that mansion must have had a myriad
of things to do. His deals were at international level. The pathetic “Kohler”
for the station would have trivialized his business dealings. He had said ‘No’
justifiably; I wouldn’t blame him.
Dear Professor,
I am confiding in you so you may sympathize with your students who were
being punished for carrying out your lessons of the Christian Working Youth
3
of the old days.
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1
Rice is classified mostly by the size of the grain, with long-grain is most expen-
sive, since the grains stay separate and fluffy after cooking. Medium-grain rice
is shorter and plumper, and short-grain rice is almost round, with moist grains
that stick together when cooked. Most varieties are sold as either brown or
white rice, depending upon how they are milled. Brown rice retains the bran
that surrounds the kernel, making it chewier, nuttier, and richer in nutrients.
2
A small 7-hp motor made by Kohler Inc., USA.
3
Catholic Action, known as Công Giáo Tiến Hành in Vietnam, was the name of
many groups of lay Catholics who were attempting to encourage a Catholic
influence on society. It is not a political party, although in many times and
places this distinction became blurred. Since the World War II the concept
has often been eclipsed by Christian Democrat parties that were organized to
combat Communist parties in places such as Italy and West Germany.
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call the whole week off. During those listless days, she took out
loans regardless of their interest rates; Twenty, fifty, even ninety
percent per month, who cared! The bigger sampan was such
a highly reputable collateral. Still eating “bánh cam” and ice
cream joyously. Still gloriously and visibly red Ruby Queen...
Cà Mau, 1979
The bell rang. I flung the door open. A ragged old lady with a
dark face cheerfully grabbed my hand and kissed it noisily. “Are
you all well, ông Cố? Seein’ ya, I’m numbingly happy, ông Cố!
In Năm Căn, I owed you five grand. Dunno when I can pay you
back though!”
“Ah! Is that you, Bà Hai? No, no, that’s all right! I forgave
it. I just wanted to help you to get rich, but you didn’t want to.
Nobody had fleeced you, Bà Hai. You fleeced yourself!” I said
that with a bitter note, not because I had to pay the debt of five
grand that I borrowed for her, but because my dream of helping
to enrich the poor was betrayed by the poor themselves.
Mrs. Hai now stood in front of me, poorer than she was
when I first met her in Năm Căn. She has come to ask me for
used clothes, rice, and money. “Would ông Cố give me a some
old clothes for the cuckoo to wear, please!... a few thousands to
buy medicine for the cuckoo, please!... a few cans of rice so I
can cook some porridge for the cuckoo, please!”...
Her husband had passed away. Her son, the woodchopper
in the old days, had married and moved out. Mrs. Hai has been
panhandling to feed herself and her cuckoo. The boy had be-
come bedridden, waiting to die. She had sunk to the bottom of
poverty this time. She has been, and continued to be a burden to
me. First, I had to pay for the debt that I borrowed for her. Now
since she knew where I am, she would come by frequently, and I
could never say no to her. She had no other way to survive.
The poor have also been a tremendous burden for the Church.
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But, what about the Gospel of alms for the poor, or the Gospel of
liberation of the poor? This question had given me a headache.
The Church has been giving a lot to the poor. Some of them
had converted for a piece of land. But today, how were those
Catholic villages doing? I asked. A friend told me, “Just walk
along the canal, wherever the houses are all leafed, that’s where
they were!”
So, should I give alms on my missionary journey? If yes, in
what way, and with what? There’s one thing for sure though–The
poor must be liberated from poverty, illiteracy, and indolence.
But how? That question has been too difficult for me, and
perhaps for everybody...
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1
A cubic meter (1m³ ) of wood, roughly one quarter (0.276) of a cord.
2
Literally “Great grandpa,” used to refer to the French missionaries (perhaps
for their long beards?) a colloquial still used in the South when addressing
missionaries.
3
“Bánh cam” is a homemade round caramelized puff pastry. That and ice
cream were luxury items in the far-flung countryside areas.
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1
The Legion of Mary, or Legio Mariae in Latin, is an association of Catholic
laities who serve the Church on a voluntary basis. It was founded in Dublin,
Ireland, as a Roman Catholic Marian Movement by layman Frank Duff, and
has today over three million active members worldwide. The number of the
auxiliary members is estimated to about ten million. The main apostolate of
the Legion consists in activities directed towards all men and women, young
and old, rich and poor as well as people from the margins of society (home-
less, prostitutes, prisoners etc.) and towards non-Catholics. The members of
the Legion are primarily engaged in the performance of the Spiritual Works of
Mercy rather than works of material aid.
2
Tịnh Độ Tông, Amidism or Pure Land Buddhism, is the most popular form of
Mahayana Buddhism in East and South East Asia today, including Vietnam.
Pure Land schools believe that rebirth in Sukhavati (Western Paradise, Pure
Land, or Tây Phương Cực Lạc) is given to those who invoke Amitabha’s name
with sincere devotion.
3
As part of the Religious Leaders’s re-education program after the fall of
Saigon. More recently, in the International Religious Freedom Report -
2008, the US Department of State stated: “...The Government continued its
oversight and, with varying degrees of success, exerted control over religious
hierarchies and activities through Committees for Religious Affairs at the
national and provincial levels.” – Also, in the UN Report on Freedom of
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Religion in Vietnam submitted on March 16, 1999, Mr. Abdelfattah Amor, the
U.N. Special Rapporteur stated: “Freedom of religion or belief is guaranteed
by article 70 of the Constitution of 15 April 1992 in the following terms: ‘The
citizen has the right to freedom of belief, of religion, to embrace or not to
embrace any denomination. Religions are equal before the law. The places
reserved for the worship of the various beliefs and religions are protected by
the law.’ However, this same article 70 also provides: ‘It is forbidden to violate
freedom of belief, of religion, or to take advantage of it to act against the law
or the policies of the State.’ The Special Rapporteur has some queries about
this provision, which establishes the principle of the priority of the policies of
the State, a vague and extendable concept that could be potentially restrictive
of religious freedom and its manifestations. This concern proves to be quite
legitimate when, in connection with the policy of the State and its impact on
freedom of religion, reference is made to article 4 of the Constitution, which
states that ‘The Communist Party of Viet Nam ... following Marxism-Leninism
and the thought of Ho Chi Minh, is the guiding force of the State and of society.’
These two articles, by their wording and their association, are likely to impede
freedom of religion or even reduce it to very little indeed”...
5
An abbreviation of ‘Nam-Mô A-Di-Đà-Phật,’ the Vietnamese version of
‘NAMO Amitabha,’ the Pure Land’s Buddhist Buddha-name recitation.
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The most important ritual event in Vietnamese society is the celebration of the
Lunar New Year (Tết Nguyên Đán) when families gather to welcome the coming
of the new year and pay their respects to family ancestors. The first and fifteenth
of every month (ngày rằm) in the twelve month lunar year are also important oc-
casions for rites to ancestors, spirits, and Buddhist deities. Other common days
for rites are the death anniversaries of family ancestors, historical figures, or Bud-
dhist deities; the fifteenth of the third lunar month (Rằm Tháng Ba) when family
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members clean ancestral graves (tảo mộ); and the fifteenth of the seventh lunar
month (Rằm Tháng Bảy) which is Vietnamese All Soul’s Day.
Vietnamese conduct rites in a variety of sacred spaces. These include family an-
cestral altars, lineage halls, a variety of shrines dedicated to spirits, communal
houses that hold the altars of village guardian spirits, temples of Buddhist or other
affiliations, Christian churches, and mosques.
The country also has many shrines and temples that hold annual festivals that
pilgrims and interested visitors attend, often from great distances. Among the more
famous are the Perfume Pagoda in the north, the Catholic shrine at La Vang in the
center, and the Cao Dai Temple in the south.
French missionaries in Saigon - Photo by Jack Birns, LIFE Magazine, July 1948
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10. AFTER A MEETING 57
Cà Mau, 1977
CAME TO VISIT PASTOR XUÂN PHONG TODAY and
gave him a squeaky new Bible. I boasted, “To me, this
is the best Bible ever, both in printing technology and
explanatory footnotes!”
He held it up, gingerly examined it for a while, then sol-
emnly turned the pages. Suddenly, he startled. “A Bible of this
magnitude yet translated and footnoted by only one clergyman
Nguyễn Thế Thuấn? Not a translation committee?”
Totally lost at that, I switched the subject. The conversation
meandered on from culture to science to politics... and back to
evangelization and the Bible. I praised. “Your Protestant Church
is so rich, having the Bible printed by the millions and giving
them away free to the faithful!”
“You know what, actually, the Roman Catholic Church was
much richer than ours,” he said. “But whatever you guys got,
you spent it all on towers and bells, only to end up having noth-
ing left for Bible printing!”
Lost again, and switching the subject again.
After the meeting, I felt a lump in my throat. I remembered
when I was a seminarian, Lecturer Pastor Bùi Châu Thi had once
lamented during class. “The Church has a basketful of B.A. in
Theology, but none would sit together to carry out the transla-
tion tasks. Everyone did it in his own way. A man’s lamp shines
solely his own home. The Episcopate Council 1 supposedly could
have done that, but I don’t know why they have not” That confi-
dence had haunted me ever since. None would sit together...
That was the truth, a sad truth. That’s why I had to raise the
white flag without a single shot of resistance after receiving the
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there were just a few bells and a whole lot of bats. Nobody sat in
there for Mass anyway.
Building a tall tower to emphasize the authoritative im-
age of the House of God has been justifiably desirable. Paying
for big bells to encourage the faithful to come to the Mass has
been logically recommended. But if building tall towers only to
render the Church incapable of providing each follower, each
family with a Bible, then this issue must be reexamined. Being
obsessed with tall bell towers to the point of forgetting the need
of reading the Words in families and in private lives must be
reconsidered.
And if there were a community of God that has a tall tow-
er, big bells, and the Bible in the hands of each faithful, then I
would embrace it, and send it back to my friend Pastor Xuân
Phong as a counter-gift.
But I haven’t found that mortar yet!
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1
The Council or Committee of Bishops.
2
The Traduction Oecuménique de la Bible TOB (Ecumenical Translation of
the Bible), French ecumenical translation of the Bible, made in 1975-1976
by Catholics and Protestants. The participation of the Orthodoxies was not
large but an important one, because translation based on the Hebrew text of
the Old Testament, but not the Septuagenarian text. The project was initiated
by the Dominicans, and it was revision of the Jerusalem Bible. The TOB was
published by the Éditions du Cerf and United Bible Societies. In spite of the
Jerusalem Bible, the TOB did not received an imprimatur.
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11. BIBLE READING 61
Cà Mau, ...
WAS READING ‘THE VIOLENT LAND’ 1 by Jorge Ama-
do. I stopped at the story about the “Colonel” Antonio
family’s Bible reading. The title Colonel, in this case,
only meant a rich plantation owner.
Antonio’s wife was a faithful Catholic. Every night, she
gathered everyone in the house for her Bible reading. After she
died, the family tradition had been carried on by her daughter
respectfully in her memory.
One day, Antonio felt that his plantation wasn’t big enough.
He fixed his eyes onto the plantation across the narrow valley.
He wanted to merge it with his. He wondered what God would
think of that. That night, he asked his daughter: “See if there’s
any indication that God wants me to have the plantation on the
other side of the valley!” His daughter opened the book, and
read him a citation. He shook his head. His daughter opened an-
other book, and read him another one. He shook his head again.
Finally, his daughter opened the Book of Joshua and read the
story of Joshua sending his army across the Jordan River, suc-
cessfully surrounded and overtook Jericho as God commanded.
2
He nodded his head in success. “That’s it, sweetheart!” Next
morning, before dawn, he commanded his troops across the val-
ley and overtook his friend’s plantation. His conscience was to-
tally at ease, saying. “Those were the words of the Lord”...
Just reading the Bible? That’s not enough! One must read
it with a certain mindset. In the Middle Ages, people used one
phrase in the Psalms as a marching order for the Crusaders to re-
take Jerusalem, and consequently started a war that dragged on
for two centuries (1096-1270). Exurge, Domine! Arise, O Lord!
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The war was one of the worse mistakes of the Roman Catholic
Church.
There were still wrong ways to read the Bible. Some have
not denied themselves to follow God, but wanted God to deny
himself to follow them instead. They twisted his words around
to use them for their own benefits. Now I understood the words
If anyone wants to be my follower, let him deny himself.
The way we read the Bible was more important than the act
of Bible reading itself.
Learning how to read the Bible was more important than just
buying one and reading it.
Cà Mau, 1975
Brother Ba Hiến asked me to participate in the Sharing the Word
of the Lord class of Quản Long parish.
A young lady gave me a booklet in English. The writer had
objected blood transfusion of the modern science, based on a
statement in Leviticus. “You shall not eat anything with the
blood”... Oh my! People did do funny things in the name of God.
I assumed that the writer had read the Gospel a lot, only to ex-
plain it for his own convenience.
Reading the Words might not necessarily be comprehending
the Words. Comprehending the Words might not necessarily be
understanding God. In order to be able to read, comprehend,
and understand the words of God, we must deny ourselves com-
pletely. We must be humble like a God seeker who hasn’t found
God yet.
I am sick of the phenomena of–
“In the name of the Lord, I hereby annihilate thee!”...
“In the name of the Lord, I hereby object the patients’ blood
transfusion!”...
“In the name of the Lord, I hereby sentence these heretics to
death by fire!”...
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Cà Mau, ...
I often shared the Words of God with Nga, a Protestant teacher.
After a session of sharing, she stayed for Mass before leaving.
Today she asked me, “Father, let me have the Eucharist. Attend-
ing Mass without the blessing of Eucharist was kind of weird!”
“Why don’t you ask your Pastor to see what he’d say. The
Protestant Church doesn’t believe in the Eucharist.”
Nga was an honest person. She consciously regretted the
division of Christianity. She fervently preached about Jesus.
She once advised a Catholic student to quit procrastinating and
come back to the position of an altar boy. To Nga, the most criti-
cal matter in proclaiming the Gospel is neither Catholicism nor
Protestantism, but Jesus Christ. Nga knew how to deny her own
interpretation in Gospel reading.
Cà Mau, ...
I was preparing to put on my chasuble 3 when a man poked his
head into the dressing room.
“I want to see Father Hậu!”
“I’m him.”
“There’s a letter from Việt Hưng in Cần Thơ for you. Việt
Hưng recommended that I see you. He is a former student of
yours at Đồng Tâm High School.”
“I’ll see you after Mass then.”
After Mass, when I was taking off the chasuble, he poked in
again. He must have waited for an entire Mass.
“Sorry, but I’m busy again. Can I see you at eight o’clock
this evening?”
“All right!”
He gave me the letter, and left, head hang low.
He showed up at the parish house at eight o’clock sharp. I
took him upstairs.
“I am an atheist. You are a priest. But we may talk freely,
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1
Terras do Sem Fim - The Violent Land; 1943, a novel by Jorge Amado.
2
Book of Joshua is the sixth book in the Old Testament, covering the history of
Israel from the possession of the Promised Land to the Babylonian captivity.
3
A long sleeveless vestment worn over the alb by a priest during services.
4
The Hunchback of Notre Dame (Notre Dame de Paris) is an 1831 French
novel written by Victor Hugo.
5
The Miserable Ones (Les Miserables) another novel by Victor Hugo, is one of
11. BIBLE READING 65
the best-known novels of the 19th century. It has been described as one of the
greatest novels ever written in any language.
6
Colloquium Christi cum Nicodemo – St. John the Evangelist says that Nicode-
mus was by profession a Pharisee, a prince of the Jews, a master in Israel, and
a member of the Sanhedrim, where he one day attempted to oppose his col-
leagues by speaking in defense of Jesus. This act brought down upon him the
disdainful retort from the others. From the Gospel account, he possessed great
riches, and used nearly a hundred pounds of myrrh and spices for the burial
of Christ. The name of Nicodemus is mentioned in the Talmud also; and, al-
though it was known that his attachment to Christ was great, he is, neverthe-
less, spoken of with honor. But this fact may be due to his great wealth. There
were, says the Hebrew book, three eminent men in Jerusalem: Nicodemus ben
Gurien, ben Tzitzith Hacksab, ben Kalba Shevuah, each of whom could have
supported the whole city for ten years, (John 3:1-10, 7:50-52, 19:39)
7
The Bible Society’s activities started in Vietnam in the 1890s, with the frequent
visits from the British and Foreign Bible Society (BFBS) based in Hong Kong.
Later a BFBS depot was set up in Saigon (at 45, Route Fédérale, Gia Dinh),
to serve the Scripture needs in what was then French Indochina.
The first Vietnamese Bible was published in 1926. The translator was a mis-
sionary from the Christian and Missionary Alliance. This Bible has so far been
the best-seller of the Vietnamese Bible.
The Bible Society in Vietnam was founded in 1966 in Saigon and mostly served
the Scripture needs in South Vietnam.
When the ‘Vietnam War’ came to an end in April 1975 with the victory of the
communists, the Bible Society office was closed, and the Bible Society activi-
ties were interrupted for more than 15 years.
After the visit of one of the UBS Consultants in 1990, one of the Evangelical
Church pastors in Hanoi obtained permission from the government to import
5,000 copies of the Vietnamese Bible from Korea.
was held in the Danang Evangelical Church on Easter morning in 1992. This
was the beginning of the re-establishment of the Bible work in Vietnam.
Almost at the same time, when UBS representatives visited Vietnam in 1991,
they discovered that the Catholic members of the translation team took risks
during these restricted years continuing their work, and completed the whole
Bible, according to UBS translation principles learnt at the Dalat’s workshop
in 1974. The Bible in Vietnamese Common Language was published and dedi-
cated in 1993, which is now widely used among Vietnamese Catholics.
Since, over 450,000 copies of Bibles and 300,000 copies of New Testament
have been printed and distributed to the Protestants, and over 250,000 copies
of Bibles and 1,900,000 copies of New Testament for the Catholics Church,
which makes a total of more than 700,000 copies of Bible and 2,200,000 cop-
ies of the New Testament.
The Revised Vietnamese Bible project started in 1998 is now in the last stage.
A translation team of 3 Vietnamese pastors has been working on this proj-
ect with assistance from UBS Translation Consultants. This Revised Bible is
scheduled to be launched in 2011, when the Protestant Church celebrates its
centennial (Biblevietnam.org)
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Saigon, 1984
ODAY IS SUNDAY; I attended Mass at the Redemptorist
Mission’s church. Attending Mass here was to see pas-
toral activities, listen to the Mission priests’ preaching,
choir’s singing, and to see flower arrangements. I arrived early
to be able to see more; But what I came for wasn’t there yet, but
what I didn’t expect to see was–
The churchyard was soaking wet after a pouring rain. Over
thirty beggars had formed two long rows from the gate to the
church’s main entrance. They bowed all the way down, or laid
down right in the puddles to dramatize to the max a reality that
was already horrible enough by itself. The lepers intentionally
put red antiseptic deliberately onto the wounds that were actual-
ly the size of the snail’s aperture. They transformed themselves
voluntarily into heaps of rags with souls, and ready to exchange
dignity for mercy.
The bells tolled urgently. Throngs of Catholic faithful poured
into the church like a turbulent swift-flowing stream. The rag
heaps suddenly sprang up, swinging back and forth, kowtowing
like a pack of ghosts. The darkened dry branches of arms were
all reaching up, grabbing the perfumed bills falling from the
white velvety hands. One has to acknowledge that the faithful
here were all dressed way up. The huge crowd was like a forest
full of flowers. The most modern fashions were all shown here,
including mini-skirts. Perfumes lingered over the churchyard,
overwhelming the fishy smell of the beggars...
The Mass had begun. The throng stopped. The two rows of
beggars scattered... Each one finds a place to sit down, and be-
gins counting their money gleefully.
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I was the last one who came inside, and perhaps the most inat-
tentive one. I was proud that the church had represented char-
ity, and thus attracted that many beggars. I was also proud that
the children of God here were as generous as they were rich
and beautiful. Bills of alms giving had rained down like autumn
leaves. But I was so embarrassed of the fact that, out there, the
raggedy bunch with souls were children of God too! Was the
Church the generous rich, or the panhandling poor? Shouldn’t
the Church be where everyone had enough to eat and clothe
themselves without having to beg each other?
For the last twenty centuries, the Church was known to be a
generous one, but it could barely fed the poor and not eradicat-
ing poverty. The poor have been pitied, but not respected yet.
Cà Mau, 1984
Ring... Ring... Ring... Three long bell rings woke up the whole
parish house. Those who ring in this manner must be close ac-
quaintances; it must be either Brother Ba Hiến or Brother Mười
Râu. I rushed downstairs like a sliding rock. The door flung
wide open.
“Gimme few hundred bucks, priest. I’m starving!”
“Um... You’re not too lucky. If you only came yesterday, I
could have given you something. Today, I’m broke!”
“A f... priest with no money?” The man threw me a hateful
look, then walked away.
Caught by a total surprise, I didn’t have time to feel insulted.
I just stood there, flabbergasted.
I got no money, that’s the truth; but a truth that was hard for
him to swallow. I haven’t had a penny on me, but I still wore a
German-made pair of glasses worth almost VN $200,000, and
on my wrist, a Seiko “5” that would equal one tenth of an ounce
of fine gold. I was still living in an old mansion with many ame-
nities. I still loved the poor, and have been helping the poor,
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Rev, Ngo Phuc Hau and his ‘Stall of Worship’ at Cai Ran, 1997
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13. THE MONKS’ OUTFITS 71
Cà Mau, ...
Today I heard a casual, but meaningful news. A French Arch-
bishop, after a stroll on Saigon streets, had wrote to Bishop
Paul Nguyễn Văn Bình. “Please order the priests not to wear
cassocks on the street; It was totally out of place! They should
have dressed casually like everyone else!”
I thought, well, it may look ‘out of place’ to the Western-
ers, but certainly not to us. But for sure priests and monks
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1. The cloth doesn’t make the man; but a priest must dress as a priest,
like soldiers wearing their uniforms.
I have read your letter. I did not know what to do, since I have not worn
the cassocks or clergy shirts as you had suggested. I have not even de-
cided to do that or not. Here, I just want to share with you some of my
life experience regarding wearing or not wearing the cassock, so we may
muse on them together–
clergy shirt, uttered with both arms in the air. “Your Excellency just have
to follow the Archbishop’s example!” Father Sinh pointed to Archbishop
Thuận. I turned to look at Archbishop Thuận: No cassock, no clergy shirt,
black trousers, black clergy shirt opened at the neck with no clerical col-
lar. That day, nobody in the dining room were in priestly clothing, since
the Cardinal was no longer there...
4. In 1982, when I came to Cây Quéo church, I saw the Parish priest
leisurely pedaling around in his weathered cassock. Behind him was a
Buddhist monk wearing an ochre robe. What a lovely sight!
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1
In 1971, Nam Can was not a good place to be a Christian.
2
Author Rev. Pio Ngo Phuc Hau was apprehended and detained by the Viet
Cong on January 05, 1975 as previously mentioned. He was conditionally
released (tạm tha) on June 12, 1975. One of those conditions was to wear
clerical outfits during church rituals and within church facilities only.
3
Joseph-Marie 4
Joseph
Cardinal Trinh Van Can Bishop Nguyen Tung Cuong
(1921-1990) (1919-1999)
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14. MEANDERING ON VATICAN II 75
Saigon, 1962
AIGON SEMINARY was welcoming Bishop Trần văn Thiện
who just came back from Rome today, full of stories
about the Vatican II Council. The stories he told were as
fresh and hot as new bricks coming out of a kiln; but to me, the
most interesting story was a sideline one–
“...The speakers were all lecturing in Latin. Their Latin
linguistic levels were pretty much the same, but their accents
were terrible, especially the American’s, only God could
understand! Anyway, I already had a copy of it in French, so
listening or not didn’t matter. Getting sleepy from sitting still for
too long, I went down to the refreshment area right underneath
the platforms. There, I ran into a Peruvian Bishop who was also
a slacker. I said hi to him. He spoke Spanish to my deaf ears. I
spoke French to his. At last, we resorted to our broken Latin,
which was barely enough to know what the other said. “What’s
the population of your region?”
“A million and a half.”
“How many Christians amongst that?”
“A million and a half, of course. One full hundred percent!”
“So, how many priests you have in your region?”
“Thirteen; Or fourteen, including me.”
“?!...”
That was the real situation of Catholics in Latin America.
“There must be a Council to redo everything.” Almost half of
the world’s Catholic population was in Latin America, but the
Catholicism there was rather feeble.
Wasn’t it about time to reexamine the evangelization meth-
ods in the region?
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Hanoi, 1993
I went to Hanoi Seminary today. There, I coincidently ran into
Rev. Chí who has just arrived from Saigon. In Hồ Ngọc Cẩn
High school, he was one year behind me. Separated for almost
forty years, we now had so many stories to share, one after an-
other, all in a random order... Meandering for a while, we came
to the subject of the Council. Father Chí told me a story–
“It was during winter. The winter over there was terribly
cold, so all windows were tightly shut. Keeping the windows
shut helped keep the room warm, but made it smell so strong.
That day, Pope John XXIII received a Cardinal. The Pope
declared his wish of launching a Council––the Second Vatican
Council. The Cardinal asked, astonishing. ‘What do you want to
open a Council for, Your Excellency?’
‘For what huh? Look here!’... The Pope stood up and opened
the windows for the fresh air to come in. ‘See! See!... It’s so
stuffy in here!”
I didn’t know if Rev. Chí told me a true story or just a relevant
comedy. But the Church must certainly modernize itself, and
that was the main objective of the Vatican II Council.
However, thirty years had gone by, and the modernization
was nowhere near the set goal. Why? Pope Paul II had con-
firmed in The Mission of Christ the Redeemer. “Missionary ac-
tivity renews the Church, revitalizes Christian faith and identity,
and offers fresh enthusiasm and new incentive. Faith is strength-
ened when it is given to others!”
From there, I firmly believed that if the Church does not
come to the people, it cannot be modernized, and thus all mod-
ernizing efforts would be in vain.
If it does not come to the people, the Church would always
be a room in the winter with all windows tightly shut.
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secret revealed: “It was Bishop Hoàng Văn Đoàn 2 who ratified
that the word ‘tôi’ in the traditional Vietnamese means’servant’
(as in ‘tôi tớ,’) therefore, using the word ‘tôi’ to God was being
humble and conforming. No one dared to argue with him, since
he was an expert in languages.”
That was absurd and illogical, and therefore full of hot air.
The self-referring term “con” to God silently continued to prop-
agate against the rules of the superiors.
Now the term “con” has replaced “tôi” officially.
That was the result of a grassroots revolution that came from
below!
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1
Cardinal Paul Joseph 2
Bishop Dominique
Pham Dinh Tung Hoang Van Doan
(1919-2009) (1912-1974)
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15. THE PRAYING PHARISEE 81
ble “The Pharisee and the Tax Collector.” 2 I was a Pharisee for
all of those years without realizing it. Thank you, Mr. Yutan!
Your aggravation had awakened me and sent me back to Jesus
My Teacher’s teachings. But I was also saddened by the fact
that a God’s child had denied you a chance to find your way to
Jesus. To thank you, and also to pay for the sin of the unknown
evangelist that you’ve met somewhere in China, I would hereby
tell you a story, a true story of my life–
In 1968, the war poured artilleries down on my country
like monsoon rains. That year, I was a vicar at Cần Thơ Parish
Church. One night, the “ục ình” 3 sounds of nearby shattering
explosions had thrown me out of bed. The deadly flashes knitted
up and brightly lit the darkest night. That happened for a short
while, no more than ten minutes. Perhaps the Lord of Death may
have feared death himself, so he just wielded a quick sword of
fire, then disappeared. I reposed and waited for the death bell
tolling. All quiet. I then fell back asleep...
Next morning, more faithful came to the church than usual.
After Mass, they didn’t leave quietly as usual, but hung out in the
courtyard instead. Some vocally announced. “Last night I saw a
lady in white floating in mid air, waving her arm at every ‘ục;’
Moments later, I heard an ‘ình’ on the Cao Đài 4 village side”...
“It was the Virgin Mary who protected our village. With that
many mortars fired, none had fallen on us. Every one of them
were on the Cao Đài side”... “Poor Cao Đài village! Gotta have
a lot of injuries and deaths!”... “We should go house to house
collecting donations for a big Mass to thank Mother Mary”...
Dear Mr. Yutan, I had honestly felt sorry for the unfortunates
in the Cao Đài village, but I was too busy sharing the joy with
my faithful laities to think of visiting and comforting the Cao
Đài victims... Now, thinking of that, I feel so shameful. I realized
that even as a priest, I was as selfish as you’ve observed–“You
Christians were so selfish, taking God all for yourselves!”
Please forgive me, sir!
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before God” and gave the Tax Collector a high score. “This man
goes home justified before God.” The Lord had graded and cited
“He who exalts himself will be humbled.”
You were toppled by God, but you had stood up, and now
standing right in my heart, and the heart of my brethren. There
must have been some of your Pharisee yeast left in me. But now
I understood... So leave me, and leave me for good, please!
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1
Lin Yutan (1895–1976) was a Chinese writer and inventor. His informal but
polished style in both Chinese and English made him one of the most influen-
tial writers of his generation. His father was a Christian Minister. His journey
of faith from Christianity to Taoism and Buddhism, and back to Christianity
in his later life was recorded in his book From Pagan to Christian (1959.)
The book hereby mentioned was “The Importance of Living,” translated into
Vietnamese as “Sống Đẹp” by Nguyễn Hiến Lê, first published in 1964.
2
To some who were confident of their own righteousness and looked down on
everybody else, Jesus told this parable: Two men went up to the temple to
pray, one a Pharisee and the other a tax collector. The Pharisee stood up and
prayed about himself: ‘God, I thank you that I am not like other men—rob-
bers, evildoers, adulterers—or even like this tax collector. I fast twice a week
and give a tenth of all I get.’ But the tax collector stood at a distance. He
would not even look up to heaven, but beat his breast and said, ‘God, have
mercy on me, a sinner.’ I tell you that this man, rather than the other, went
home justified before God. For everyone who exalts himself will be humbled,
and he who humbles himself will be exalted” (Luke 18:10-14)
3
The Vietnamese linguistic description of the sounds of a mortar being launched,
and consequently exploded.
4
A syncretist Vietnamese religious movement with a strong nationalist political
character.
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condemning her with heresy, and even wanted her for burning.
The inquisition tribunals sentenced heretics to death by
fire. That was totally against the Gospel’s message, and nowa-
days would have been a criminal violation of human rights.
Wielding the swords against muslims for almost two
centuries (1096-1270) was against Jesus’ own teaching as when
he told Peter–Put your sword where it belongs! Furthermore,
that war was disastrous on many fronts. For seven battles waged,
the Crusaders won two and lost five. The Crusaders had pillaged
and raped too. The war’s participant kings of England, France,
and Germany had were also fighting for better influence, thus
blocking each other’s advancement. Among more than 30,000
young fanatics sent across the Mediterranean Sea to fight the
Muslims for the Holy land, none had returned.
In the end, all that brought forth was an irreconcilable hatred
between Christians and Muslims which, until this day, still hin-
dered any fruitful exchange between these two religions...
After my sermon, a churchgoer ran into the Parish priest at
the church entrance. He was obviously dissatisfied, and com-
plained “That way of preaching would fail; The laities were not
mature enough for such truths!”
I raised my hands in surrender. “My Lord! Why were the
laities so immature? Why could they not understand that they
were weak, and hence realize God’s power? Was it necessary to
reform the Catholics’ education? Was blind education a healthy
one?”
of the hierarchy.” It was not until Vatican II did the laity actually
stand up and spearhead the evangelization mission.”
After my preaching, a middle-aged man came confiding.
“Vatican II had truly promoted the laity. At first, I thought that it
tried to fool us into it just because it didn’t have enough priests
and monks. Now I realize that the Church had sincerely recog-
nized the position of the laities in Gospel proclamation. It must
be a blessing from the Holy Spirit!”
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1
The theologians from the first few centuries of the Church are called the Fa-
thers of the Church for their long lasting contribution to the Church doctrine.
The periods of their lives and works is known as the Patristic Period of Church
history. The study of their works is sometimes referred to as Patristics.
2
The organized work of the laity that is performed under the direction or man-
date of a bishop in the fields of dogma, morals, liturgy, education, and charity.
In 1927 Pope Pius XI gave the term its classical definition as “the participa-
tion of the laity in the apostolate of the hierarchy.”
3
Mission of the Redeemer, subtitled On the Permanent Validity of the Church’s
Missionary Mandate, is a Papal encyclical by Pope John Paul II published
on Dec. 7, 1990 devoted to “the urgency of missionary activity” in which he
wished “to invite the Church to renew her missionary commitment.”
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17. REACHING OUT TO THE POOR 91
Cà Mau, 1990
FINISHED the Catechism and Sacramental Prepara-
tion for Thúy Linh today. I had taught her forty les-
sons. During the first few, her mind wasn’t there.
At first, she had came to the class like a model to a fashion show.
New clothes and new hairstyles every day, full make-up every
time, and perfumed as always. Gradually, she became nicer and
simpler. At the end, she no longer wore make-up, focused more
on learning and less on appearance.
After the “Glory be to the Father” and a goodbye, Thúy Linh
pulled a package out of her tote bag, and put it on the table.
“Here’s some clothes for you, Father!” then left. That was how
her catechism class was ended.
I’ve taught thousands of catechumen before; Thúy Linh was
the first to come up with the idea of giving a “token of apprecia-
tion” to the teacher. Taking the gift back to my room, I felt kind
of happy. I had to work on the next day’s Gospel reading before
bedtime. Luke told a story when Jesus came to Zacchaeus. Zac-
chaeus announced. “Lord, I’ll give half of my possessions to the
poor!” I felt a cold shiver down my back.
Hmm! Why didn’t Thúy Linh promise me that she would
help the poor with some clothes, and why didn’t Zacchaeus give
Jesus a few ounces of gold, but gave away half of his posses-
sions to the poor instead? The Lord’s joy was in seeing the poor
helped. Mine was in taking gifts. I felt so embarrassed.
I have always preached love and respect for the poor in my
catechism class, but perhaps I haven’t emphasized it enough, or
have simply failed to show them how to help the poor. I might
have lived closer to the rich than to the poor. I might have loved
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the rich more than the poor. The poor were more of a burden
to me so I had no incentive to teach Thúy Linh to love them
and to help them wholeheartedly. I guessed she wouldn’t get too
excited giving this to the poor instead of giving it to me. What
would the “Church of the Poor” be like?... I turned off the light,
went to bed, and laid down with a heavy heart.
Cà Mau, 1988
Today Brother Ba Mẫn 3 handed me the 1987 Synod of the
Bishops. “Brother Tám, read it to see if there’s anything of interest
to share with the rest of us!” I skimmed it through, and stumbled
upon a statement made by the Latin American Representative.
“The poor evangelize the poor. That’s our wonderful experience.
Only the poor can fathom the true meaning of the Crucifix.”
The Latin American Representative had not only presented
the evangelization experience of his country proudly with the
word “wonderful,” but went on to defiantly challenge. “If the
Church fails to realize this, then there will be nothing new in
evangelization today.”
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2
The Author, like the rest of the people in Vietnam, especially those in the North,
still dare not to name Communism as a cause for the country’s poverty, espe-
cially those in the North.
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More specifically, they would not dare to mention the campaigns of “Rent
Reduction” (Giảm Tô) and “Land Reform” (Cải cách Ruộng đất) that took
place from 1953-1956, basically to rid the countryside of rich, powerful, and
bourgeois peasants. Basically, these were to take land from those who owned
more than a defined amount and giving it to landless peasants–a preliminary
to full nationalization of the land.
Former Hanoi government official Nguyen Minh Can, told RFA’s Vietnamese
service: “The land reform was a massacre of innocent, honest people, and us-
ing contemporary terms we must say that it was a genocide triggered by class
discrimination.”
Some reports said that up to 50,000 people were killed and another 500,000
died gradually in labor camps or from starvation. However, there were prob-
lems in these estimates. Some cover different periods; and some cover strictly
the “land reform” campaign, while others mix up the “rent reduction” cam-
paign with the “land reform” or “political struggle” campaigns with on going
repression and retaliation, or with “democide” associated with the suppres-
sion of rebellions. However, a more believable estimated number of those who
were executed or otherwise killed or died such as those tagged as wealthy
peasants, deprived of their land, officially ostracized and thus denied food and
shelter for this four year period was 283,000 of Vietnamese in the North by
R.J. Rummel in Chapter 6, Statistics of Democide.
By the end of 1956, the Communist Party announced their land reform was a
mistake, and a campaign to rectify the error lasted till 1958.
The land reform in North Vietnam was most accurately documented by Hoang
Van Chi, a Vietnamese nationalist with first hand experience in “From Colo-
nialism to Communism” (first published in 1962 by the Congress of Cultural
Freedom, in New York, London, and New Delhi.) In his book, the author cites
Professor Gerard Tongas who was in Hanoi during these years who finally left
in 1959. The entire “Statistics of Democide” by R.J. Rummel can be found at
www.hawaii.edu/powerkills/NOTE5.HTM.
2
Brother Ba Mẫn, who was born in 1934 in Ca Mau, is now Cardinal Jean
Baptiste Pham Minh Man, Archbishop of Ho Chi Minh City since September
28, 2003. The Cardinal and the Author have known each other since they were
seminarians at Saigon Grand Seminary. They had also worked together at Cai
Rang Seminary where the Cardinal was a Lecturer.
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18. SOCIAL JUSTICE 97
Saigon...
ESTERDAY I RECEIVED A TELEGRAM, saying “Come.
Urgent.” I rushed to the river port of Thợ Nhuộm, ask-
ing Mrs. Bảy Thanh to take me there to get an express
bus ticket from Cà Mau to Saigon.
“It’s sold out, Chị Bảy. We only had eleven tickets. Take the
priest across the bridge. They had another eleven; perhaps they
may still have some left.” The woman behind the counter said.
“Is there any other luck?” I asked, implying, What if I’m willing
to pay more? “No way Pastor; there are only two buses a night!”
I walked sheepishly across the bridge, trying my luck.
“Anymore tickets to Saigon, sis?”
“No more, uncle! Why don’t you sit there and have a drink.
There may be some last minute cancellations.” The lady ticket
seller said, pointing to the refreshment stall that she owned.
I ordered an iced coffee from her, waiting for my once-in-a-
blue-moon ticket. Perhaps my chance of getting to Saigon was
slim to none, but somebody else’s chance to sell me another cup
of coffee would fare much better, (and if so, I just got duped!)
A little later, a young man trotted across the bridge, traveling
light with a flat bag hung loosely over his shoulder.
“Hey, no more seat, boy!”
“Can’t be! You’ve promised me seat number 22!”
“You ain’t gotta leave today, boy. Come back tomorrow!”
“But that’s not fair!... You gotta keep your promise!”
“Told you so! No more! Come back tomorrow, okay?”
The young man left, chin down. Waiting until he got out of
sight, she turned to me, cheerfully. “Father, I duped him to
get you a ticket. I’m a non-Catholic, but I knew you from the
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I had the audacity to think like that since I assumed that they
were just like me.
There was a time I happened to witness a dispute between
two boys. The mother gave the two one bowl of sweet dessert
and told the older one “Share equally with your little brother,
okay!” The cunning big boy told the little one. “I’m gonna put a
toothpick right in the middle of the bowl. You scoop from your
side, and I from mine. That’s fair, right?” The little one aggreed.
Both started scooping within their boundaries; but the big boy
got so much more since the stuff poured from the little boy’s
side into his side. When the little boy realized what happened, it
was too late. All he could do was crying his eyes out, and there
I was, laughing my head off...
I didn’t empathize with the little boy’s suffering, nor inter-
vene in any way just because I was not the victim of the shrewd
bigger boy; And that’s what life is all about!
They died, but as if they were still living, while we, the bishops,
were living, but as if we were already dead.”
The movie story line plus the sentimental voice of the lec-
turer priest had moved me deeply... Perhaps I have to muse on
this subject for many years to come.
Cà Mau, ...
Today, in the regional retreat’s sermon at Minh Hải, Rev. Triều
mentioned the death of Oscar Romero, the Archbishop of Sal-
vador. 4 He was assassinated during a Mass after speaking up
against injustice. He demanded the government to share the
national resources with the people since most of the nation’s
land was privately owned by the elites. Ninety percent of the
country’s population were day laborers.
It was only today that I heard the name of Oscar Romero,
and of his death. Was that a beginning of the season’s offering
that the Catholic have given to God, a bishop martyred in the
name of social justice? Was it that the wish of Bishop Nguyễn
Kim Điền has come true today, and martyrdom in the name of
the social justice was blossoming all over the world?
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1
Archbishop Phillip Nguyen Kim Dien, who defied Communist attempts to con-
trol Vietnam’s Roman Catholic Church, died on June 8 in Ho Chi Minh City,
the official Vietnam News Agency said today. He was 67 years old. The press
agency, in a report monitored in Bangkok today, said only that Archbishop
Dien died of an illness in a hospital in Ho Chi Minh City, formerly Saigon.
In 1984, Archbishop Dien was barred from work as a priest and was put un-
der house arrest for urging priests not to join the Committee for Solidarity
of Patriotic Vietnamese Catholics. The state had formed the group the previ-
ous year, and critics said it was designed to control the church. The clergy-
man spent his last years under house arrest. He continued to circulate letters
among parishioners, however, and the authorities apparently made no serious
attempt to replace him. In 1986, cardinals and bishops from 40 countries is-
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sued a protest letter when Vietnam barred Archbishop Dien from traveling to
Rome to attend the Vatican’s Congregation for the Evangelization of Peoples
(The New York Times Obituaries, Saturday, June 18, 1988)
Archbishop Phillip Nguyen Kim Dien, who was ordained in 1947, was appoint-
ed bishop of Can Tho in 1961, Archbishop of Pario in 1964, and Archbishop of
Hue in 1968. After Vietnam reunification, he kept the Roman Catholic commu-
nity together, despite seminary closures and the forced “reeducation” of many
priests. In 1983 the government formed the “Committee for the Solidarity of
Patriotic Vietnamese Catholics” in an attempt to separate the Vietnamese Ro-
man Catholic church from papal authority. For opposition to this committee,
Dien was placed under house arrest from 1984 until his death in 1988. (Ency-
clopedia Britannica)
His first public criticism of the regime’s policies came in April 15, 1977, when
he was called upon at a meeting to join others in denouncing six leading monks
of the Unified Buddhist Church (An Quang Pagoda) who had just been arrest-
ed. Instead, he expressed sympathy for their plight, and complained of similar
restriction against Catholics. He protested that the Mass and other religious
ceremonies were restricted, priests were forbidden to travel to “New Eco-
nomic Zones” (remote areas of the country where many Catholics were being
sent during this period,) children were subject to anti-Catholic propaganda in
schools, and Catholics suffered discrimination in seeking employment and lost
jobs in hospitals and charitable institutions. Subsequently, Archbishop Dien
was placed under surveillance, and two priests in his diocese were arrested
for distributing his statement. (Sabrina P. Ramet - Catholicism and Politics in
Communist Societies)
2
Rev. Anthony Vũ Huy Chương was appointed Bishop of Hung Hoa Diocese in
August 5, 2003.
3
In this 1986 dramatic movie, Jeremy Irons plays the role of a Spanish Je-
suit Priest named Father Gabriel. Father Gabriel goes to the forests of South
America to build a Christian mission for the natives who live there, and con-
vert them all to Christians. A Spanish Mercenary, Mendoza (Robert De Niro),
later goes there with Father Gabriel in hopes of getting mercy for murdering
his brother. They grew very fond of the community they were staying in, de-
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fending them from the Portuguese colonists who were trying to take them as
slaves. The Mission was later on handed over from Spanish protection to the
Portuguese. The Portuguese ordered the Jesuits (Mendoza and Gabriel) to
leave the mission but they refuse. Due to the refusal of leaving the territory, the
Spanish and the Portuguese attack the mission, killing many, including Father
Gabriel, and Mendoza.
The movie was based around the 1750 Treaty of Madrid that allowed expan-
sion of the Portuguese Empire, and for Spain to cease land in the Paraguay
River. In one particular Paraguay community, there were a number of missions
where converts worked together to live a prosperous life. When the Spanish
and Portuguese came to take the Guriani (Natives) and bring them back as
slaves, some of the Jesuits (Reducciones) strongly opposed. The fight for the
rights of the Guriani broke out into the Guriani War (1754-1756). During this
war the Guriani defended their homes, their rights, and their families from the
Spanish/Portuguese forces with the help of a few Jesuit Reducciones.
4
Óscar Arnulfo Romero y Galdámez (1917–1980)–often referred to as Mon-
señor Romero by Catholics in El Salvador–was the 4th Archbishop of San
Salvador. As archbishop, he witnessed ongoing violations of human rights and
started a group, which spoke out on behalf of the poor and victims of the Sal-
vadoran civil war. In 1980, he was assassinated by a right-wing group headed
by former major Roberto D’Aubuisson as he held the consecrated host up dur-
ing a Mass. This provoked an international outcry for reform in El Salvador.
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Cà Mau, ...
I went out to bless a house for Mr. M. today. The man was a
convert. Both husband and wife were wheeler dealers. The route
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Kinh Giữa. Out of their own goodwill, and also for their po-
tential future business, they had agreed to bring the price down
to $1.7 million (~US $1,700 in ‘95) from $1.8 million each, for a
grand total of $6.8 million. Those who got a pump had to pro-
vide meals for the workers and pay for the concrete pad around
it. I also planned to seek an annual contribution of $5,000 ($.50)
from these families who enjoy free water to help the other poor
in the village. I didn’t announce it yet, but was pretty sure that it
would be agreeable. Having paid a total sum of $1.8 million in
full, I took the sampan to Cái Cấm to see Rev. Mười for early
spring well-wishing. Rev. Mười stuck his tongue out in admira-
tion. “That was pretty gutsy of you, drilling wells for the people
with no funding!”
“It was a debt that I had to pay–He used rain water, we drink
pond water. Spending all that I saved for a sampan, a bookcase,
some new clothes, plus a loan of four more million just to calm
my conscience. Gotta ‘play ‘til the end no matter what, right?
Rather give than get. I’ve found true joy seeing people having
well water to use during Tết though!”...
1
Riches, avarice, and worldly gain personified as a false god in the New Testa-
ment. Material wealth regarded as having an evil influence.
2
Pope John Paul II’s opening address at the Puebla Conference in Mexico,
1979: “From you, pastors, the faithful of your countries expect and demand
first and foremost a careful and zealous transmission of the truth about Jesus
Christ. This truth is at the core of evangelization and constitutes its essential
content: “There is no authentic evangelization so long as one does not an-
nounce the name, the teaching, the life, the promises, the Kingdom, the mys-
tery of Jesus of Nazareth, the Son of God”
3
Francis Xavier Trương Bửu Diệp, a martyred priest who was killed with his
on March 12, 1946 at Cây Gừa village, reburied at Tắc Sậy in Bạc Liêu Prov-
ince in 1969. A holy man who many say is responsible for healing of physical
ailments, increased prosperity, and good fortune.
They got to know many local priests and worked with them, including the
late Father Francis Xavier Truong Buu Diep, who was killed in 1946. He is
revered as a martyr who died for his parishioners and serves as an intercessor
through whom prayers are answered.
In 1939, when I was five years old, Father Diep and two other priests had
meals at my home, and my parents and I served them food. Father Diep told
my parents that when I turned six, they should enroll me in Salesian-run
schools, and later a minor seminary.
4
John Baptist Bui Tuan, born June 24, 1928; Ordained priest Sept. 02, 1955
in Hong Kong; consecrated Bishop of Long Xuyen on the day South Vietnam
collapsed–April 30, 1975; Retired October 2, 2003; Succeeded by Bishop
Joseph Tran Xuan Tieu.
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One of several bridges Rev Pio Ngo Phuc Hau helped build in Ca Mau
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20. MADAME NAM 109
Ô Môn, 1963
TOOK MY MOBYLETTE moped straight out, looking
around while silently praying to God to grant this mis-
sionary a rest stop. My heart suddenly filled with warmth
when I saw a thatch-roof house with a pomegranate tree in the
front. The fist-size pomegranate was swinging in the breeze. Re-
flexively, I rode up to the porch, pretending to admire it.
Hearing the motor sound on and off, a kind-looking, gray-
haired lady rushed out. “Who are you looking for?”
“Hello ma’am! The pomegranate tree is so cute... may I ad-
mire it for a moment?”
“Come in and have a drink first!”
“May I ask for your order in the family 2 for a more proper
addressing?”
“I’m the fifth (Năm), my husband’s family order.”
“May I ask where he is, Bà Năm?”
“He passed away long ago.”
“I’m sorry... so who’s living here with you now?”
“Just my grandson and me. Where are you from?”
“I’m from Ô Môn, coming here to teach catechism. Come
for the day, leave in the evening. Traveling back and forth was
so tiring. I’d like to stay, but haven’t found a place yet.”
“Stay here with me then. The house is big and empty. Just
stay like you were a nephew of mine.”
“So, may I ask what is your religious belief, Bà Năm?”
“None per se. Just revering my ancestors.”
“Thank you Lord! Thank you Bà Năm! So... can I move in
tomorrow?”
“Uh-huh!”
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Ô Môn, 1963
I’ve finished a month of evangelization at Định Môn, and bid
Mrs. Năm good-bye this morning. Mrs. Năm had bid me good-
bye the night before with a wonderful surprise.
Last night, after the catechism class at Mrs. Sáu Đền’s, I
came home and sat cross-legged to say my night prayers as
usual. Suddenly, a crowd poured in. Perhaps Mrs. Năm invited
people over for Mr. Năm’s memorial, I thought...
Mrs. Năm brought out two trays of duck porridge on the two
bare wood-plank beds, then formally announced the reason for
the event–“The teacher is leaving tomorrow. He hasn’t shared
with me a meal since he came. Tonight I treat him with a pot
of duck porridge. Everybody’s welcomed to join me in bidding
farewell to him”...
I was dumbfounded. Mrs. Năm was so quiet and secretive.
She cooked duck porridge for my treat without me knowing.
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Saigon, 1964
Today, I received a letter from the Parish priest of Ô Môn, say-
ing. “Bà Năm had been baptized, and now became an exemplary
Catholic. Thanks to the Lord!... Bà Năm talked of you quite of-
ten. Don’t forget to bring her a gift this summer!”
I reviewed all memories of Mrs. Năm with love and appre-
ciation. She was as mellow as a sweet potato, quiet as a clam,
and hardworking like an ant. All her neighbors loved her. There
was one special thing about her though–She loved Mrs. “Năm
Lớn” 3 very much. Mr. Năm passed away, leaving behind two
wives, Mrs. “Năm Lớn” (‘Big’–as in big sister) and “Mrs. Năm
Nhỏ” (‘Little’–as in little sister.) Their houses were right next to each
others. Mrs. Năm Lớn’s face was more refined, with flashy eyes
and thin lips. Mrs. Năm Nhỏ’s was more of a good-nature, and
with thicker lips. Mrs. Năm Lớn had an air of arrogance. Mrs.
Năm Nhỏ was humble and meek. They never argued, never bad-
mouth each other. Dishes on one side were always shared with
the other.
I wondered if Mrs. Năm Lớn would convert to Christianity
with Mrs. Năm Nhỏ?
Ô Môn, 1964
Today I went to Định Môn to see Mrs. Năm Nhỏ. I gave her
a beautiful rosary. First time seeing her smiling ear-to-ear, her
thick lips stretching thin. She asked, giggly. “Can you give one
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1
The Southern Vietnamese habitually address others by the family orders, with
“Hai,” literally “Second”–implying second to the parents only–for the oldest
one.
2
The Vietnamese in the far South generalize all with different accents as “Huế,”
no matter where they come from (either North like the Author, or the Central,
which is where the city of Huế actually is).
3
Vietnam practiced polygamy until it became illegal in the ‘50s.
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21. MS CHIN 115
21. MS CHÍN 1
Ms. Chín went to Cà Mau for a short vacation, and was back
yesterday. I was talking to Phong, her son. He was going to join
the army, thus wanted to talk to me all he could. His father was
killed in action when he was five. He’s now 18; So Ms. Chín has
been widowed for 13 years. I just realized that there was a brand
new 6x9 photograph on the wall; a picture of a woman with a
rather dark complexion. I asked Phong, “Who’s that?”
“That’s my Mom. Don’t you recognize her?”
“Um... When did she take it?”
“She just went to Cà Mau and took it.”
I felt so embarrassed, since I’ve been here for three months
already, and still didn’t have a clear look at her. She had stayed
out of my sight intentionally. When I was in the front yard, she’s
in the back. When I was in the outer quarter, she’s in the inner.
Other than time spent on the rice fields, she often went about in
the village. In the early days, she brought my meals to the outer
quarter, then walked back inside, and from there “There’s your
meal, Anh (Brother) Tám!” In the later days, she just said from in-
side. “Your meal’s ready; come and get it!” During the first days
of the rainy season, she went out weeding the young rice paddy,
so I cooked for myself. During the days that both of them went
to Cà Mau, I cooked for myself and her pigs. At night, she hung
out with the neighbors’ ‘til very late, and came back only when I
was in bed. There must be something going on between the lady
of the house and the uninvited guest, something not normal.
“How old are you this year, Brother Tám?”
“How old? Year of the Rat, thirty-nine”
“My mother’s the Buffalo, so you’re one year older then.”
What did he have in mind comparing the ages of the Rat and
the Buffalo, mine and his mother’s? A stepfather? An absolute
nonsense? Or, somebody had put that thought in his head?
21. MS CHIN 117
ing. No doubt that meals at Ms. Chín’s were frugal; There were
days that we had only rice in coconut juice; but I could not switch
places just for that. To me, that would be coward.
“bà,” literally “Mr” and “Mrs” for the older couples. As previously men-
tioned, the Southerners habitually and uniquely address each other by the
family orders, with “Hai,” literally “Second” as the oldest one (adding to the
confusion, even to the Vietnamese from other regions of Vietnam.) Throughout
this book, the Author addressed Ms. Chín, for example, as “Chị Chín,” liter-
ally “Sister Chín” since she is younger than him. In the previous Chapter, the
Author addressed Mrs. Năm “Bà Năm,” since she is older. All this may be
found complex and confusing to all, but that is one of the uniqueness of the
Vietnamese culture that helps bind the people of Vietnam together as family
members in a big family. The other uniqueness of the culture is the common
last names for millions of Vietnamese, such as Nguyễn, Trần, Lê, Lý, Ngô, etc.
with Nguyễn as the most popular, believed to be the common last name for
more than half of the population.
2
The original term used was “thằng Tám Hậu,” which was totally inappropri-
ate for addressing an older, especially a respectable person, let alone a priest.
The term “thằng” may be used intrinsically to address a lesser one, or more
commonly, a despicable one. It was hereby used intentionally as an insult (and
that’s why the Author’s heart was “painfully skipped a beat” when he heard it)
No direct translation could justifiably convey that, unless as hereby explained.
By the way, Ms. Chín had later become a strong supporter of the Author. She
had silently helped him solving issues with the local government in several
occasions. As of 2009, Ms. Chín still keeps in touch with the Author, and con-
tinues to show respect and affection to the man, his cause, and his religion.
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22. WOMEN
Cà Mau, ...
JUST FINISHED “THE ILL WIND SEASON,” a novel by
Nguyễn Quang Sáng. I liked Nguyễn Quang Sáng for his
ability to find a reason to laugh, even right on the verge
of death–The guerrilla girl who feared not of the American am-
munitions, but scared stiff of a leach... the liaison cadre girl who
dived into the pond to hide from the American helicopters, but
refused to dip her head into the water or crawl into the bushes
just because she didn’t want to ruin her newly coconut-oiled
hairdressing... But I would remember this statement for the rest
of my life–Women were like stars in the sky. Stars in the sky
were so numerous and bright; but they would be really dense
and really bright in the darkest of the nights.
Women were like that. They only came out heroically when
their families or their country was in peril. From “up to the gold
or down to the bran” or from the best to the worst of tasks, they
would take it all. They could have traded gold or dollars today,
then sold meat, fishes, coal-grilled bananas, escargots, noodles
tomorrow, while their men could only do the “gold” things, but
not the “bran” things.
It’s true! During the war, while the men cadres hid in bomb
shelter tunnels, the women cadres went on with their mission
casually–going to town to rally against bombardment and sweep
operations, making connection from province to province, zone
to zone... During Tự Đức Dynasty, 1 while priests hid inside dou-
ble wall cavities, Sisters of Congregation of the Lovers of the
Holy Cross delivered letters of the Bishop to parishes; and now,
right here in my parish, I dug trenches, the nuns dug drenches; I
went out harvesting, they went out harvesting... But when they
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Cà Mau, 1994
and smoking. You just ate, drank, and smoked your days off,
having no time left for evangelizing.”
“I think they put it so well. They’ve admitted that women
talked too much, but yet they knew how to apply that to apos-
tolic missions in an advantageous way!”
“They’ve condemned their men justifiably too! The H’mong
men habitually smoke opium. A number of them had gone bank-
rupt just because of that!”
that Lord Jesus had treated the women with to promote the role
of women, but they have used the men-first mentality of the
Confucian-Mencian culture to override the Gospel in parish or-
ganization instead.
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Continuing the policies of his predecessors, Emperor Tự Đức (1829-1883)
shut Vietnam off from the outside world and rejected all efforts to modernize
the country. Accounts of his personal life show a gentle and educated man, but
his policies brought on conflict with Europe that Vietnam could not win. He
oppressed all foreign influences in Vietnam, especially the Christians, calling
the religion “a perverse doctrine.” The Christian mandarin Nguyễn Trường
Tộ tried to convince Tự Đức that it was a suicidal policy, but he did not listen,
confident that France was too involved with the chaos in Europe in 1848 to
respond (but that had later proved to be a bloody mistake.)
their antiquated weapons and tactics were no match for the French, who suf-
fered more from the climate and disease than from enemy resistance. With
French forces moving closer against him, Tự Đức called upon his Chinese
overlord, the Qing Emperor, for help and so ensued the Sino-French War. The
fighting around Hanoi against China and the Giặc Cờ Đen, the “Black Flag
pirates,” ended with France victorious and China gave up their position as
feudal master of Vietnam and recognized France as the new ruling power.
To make matters worse, Emperor Tự Đức had to deal with renewed internal
rebellions that had become commonplace for the Dynasty. There were literally
hundreds of small rebellions and uprisings against Nguyễn rule. Oppression
of the Christian missionaries proved to be the biggest source of trouble, in-
cluding the execution of a Spanish bishop which led to the fall of Saigon to the
French. By an order of 1848, Tự Đức commanded all Vietnamese Catholics
to renounce their religion, otherwise would be branded on the face with the
mark of a heretic and surrender all of their rights and privileges. This oppres-
sion rallied most of the European powers against Vietnam, and Tự Đức, by
doing this, had given up any hope of Vietnam gaining help as a victim from the
outside world (The Last Emperors of Vietnam - Chapuis, Oscar 2000)
2
John Vũ Tất, a pioneer evangelist in Lào Cai, Hưng Hóa, Vietnam, now a
Lecturer of Hanoi Grand Seminary (2009).
3
Confucianism is a Chinese ethical and philosophical system developed from
the teachings of the Chinese philosopher Confucius. It focuses on human mo-
rality and right action. Confucianism is a complex system of moral, social,
political, philosophical, and quasi-religious thought that has had tremendous
influence on the culture and history of East Asia. It might be considered a state
religion of some East Asian countries, because of governmental promotion of
Confucian values.
Contract.” Mencius, like Confucius, believed that rulers were divinely placed
in order to guarantee peace and order among the people they rule. Unlike
Confucius, Mencius believed that if a ruler failed to bring peace and order
about, then the people could be absolved of all loyalty to that ruler, and could,
if they felt strongly enough about the matter, revolt.
The term “filial,” meaning “of a child,” characterizes the respect that a child,
originally a son, should show to his parents. This relationship was extended by
analogy to a series of five relationships of “Ngũ Thường,” five “ways” or “re-
lationships” that men have to submit to: 1) Ruler to subject, 2) Father to son,
3) Spouse to spouse, 4) Brother to brother, and 5) Friend to friend. Specific
duties were prescribed to each of the participants in these sets of relationships.
Such duties were also extended to the dead, where the living stood as sons to
their deceased family. This led to the veneration of ancestors, which is widely
adopted and practiced in Vietnam for generations, and totally misconstrued
by the French missionaries as ancestors ‘worshiping’ in a religious context.
This misinterpretation, for centuries, proved to be the bloodiest mistake of the
Church in East Asia, including Vietnam, and continues to alienate Vietnamese
Christians from the rest of the nation, especially to the Communists who were
mostly atheists, but as any other Vietnamese, revere their ancestors.
Readers of this Diary may now partly see how painful it is for a modern day
evangelist like the Author-Evangelist Rev. Pio Ngo Phuc Hau to continue pay-
ing for this mistake, and how brave it was for him to stand up and speak
up against the wrongdoers, including but not limited to those of the Roman
Catholic Church that he has been devoting his life for, ironically.
The conflict between the Church with its current 6.87% followers from the to-
tal population of Vietnam and the rest of the nation must, and may be resolved
one day. In the mean time, Rev. Ngo Phuc Hau and others priests like him, in
many regions, and in many occasions, continue having to deal with adverse
conditions in their daily lives simply being priests, let alone evangelists.
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The voice was clear and the music soothing... The non-Catholics
must have felt the same. Death could be that beautiful!
I concentrated to say a passionate Mass. The Lord must have
presided there. I begged him to bless this wide-eyed non-Catho-
lic crowd with a revelation. I believed that they were meeting
Him in a certain way.
The surrounding looked so bad. The round table was rickety.
The thatched roof of the front porch wasn’t high enough for me
hold the consecrated host up as usual. May be the strict Church
legislators wouldn’t allow me to say Mass in this dire condition,
but I simply thought, The Lord must have presided here like he
had presided in the grotto at Bethlehem; Why bothered!
I concluded the Mass, lit a stick of incense for Mrs. Năm and
gave the rest to Mr. Hai Dưỡng. “The religious performance is
now over. Casket bearers, come forward!.. Stand in guard!.. The
minute of meditation begins!.. Stop!”
Two rows of muscular casket bearers in shorts and bare-
chested filed in, lifted the casket up, bowed down to squeeze
through the narrow parallelogram door, and then walked quickly
to the grave site some forty meters away. I grabbed my camera,
running after them. Sounds of the mourning cries mixed with
the praying of the members of the Catholic Mothers Association
turned into a heart-wrenching chaos. I quickly took the last few
pictures, and rushed back to the hut. Mr. Năm whispered into
my ear “Gimme a mosquito net, Father. I let her take the old one
with her.”
“All right!”
Mr. Hai Dưỡng tugged at my shirt. “Stay for a convalescent
meal with the family, Pastor!”
“Sorry, I have to leave. Please pardon me, Mr. Hai!”
“It’s okay then, but you have to share with me half a glass
of wine for your relationship... Another half, Pastor... Thanks a
lot, Pastor!”...
I got back to the sampan to leave. Meals began to be served.
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2
A mix of Northerners’ accent to the Southerners’, unfamiliar to the local audi-
ence in the Far South.
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The Congregation of the Sisters of Divine Providence was founded in Lor-
raine, 1762, by Jean-Martin Moye, priest of the Diocese of Metz, afterwards
missionary to China, for “The propagation of the faith, the ensuring of a
Christian education to children, especially those of the rural population, for
the care of the sick, and other works of mercy.” (Catholic Encyclopedia)
Moye believed that women excelled men in piety, zeal, and prudence, as well
as in their knowledge of religion. Unlike men, who according to Moye, paid
little attention to anything but commerce and the vanities of this world, women
were the ideal servants of their faith. Their ay evangelism became a main force
in gaining new converts. Moye recruited several women, married and single,
to work for the church. Some were called to such service as an alternative to
marriage or remarriage (Christian Virgins in Eighteenth-Century Sichuan, by
Robert E. Entenmann)
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25. GRASSROOTS COMMUNITIES 135
Saigon, 1992
I went to Lộc Hưng to visit the Parish priest who was a bosom
friend of mine. He was not at home, but his living room was left
wide opened for me. I was making myself at home, rolling a
little ball of tobacco for the water pipe when I got startled–Two
young men were standing right at the door, neither looked too
well educated! “Father, we’d like to see the Parish priest!”
“He’ll be here this evening. Is there anything that I can do
for you?”
“We’ve formed a youth group; In the evening, we gathered
at a certain family to pray. There are too many in the group now,
over 40. No family could accommodate us all. So we’re here for
the permission to pray in the church.”
“What did you form the group for?”
“Well... seeing these youngsters loitering in the evening,
arousing people’s complaints, we gathered them up for cate-
chism and praying just to keep them from loitering.”
“Did the local authorities say anything?” 1
“They like us a lot. Since the group started, there’s no more
problem in the neighborhood.”
“Is there anyone who troubled you?”
“Yes; every evening, while we were praying in the house,
there were some standing outside mocking us”
“How did you deal with that?”
“If those were little kids, we go tell their parents; If those
were adults, we berated them out of there, in their face!”
“Did the Parish priest know of your activities?”
“No.”
“Beside praying, what else did you do?”
“We repeat our Parish priest instructions like children should
attend the evening Mass, come inside the church for Mass”...
Now I found the truly meaning of “Grassroots Community-
based Groups.” Those were groups of common laities who carry
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nuns elsewhere, not from their Parish priests. They went to Sai-
gon to share the Good News. They held meetings in Saigon.
They worked not within their parish, but rather without it.
LIVING IN THE CHURCH, ones have to abide the chain of
command, since the Lord established it Himself...
I listened to a long list of inconveniences and nuisances that
the grassroots community-based groups had created for him. It’s
true, but one thing for sure though–The Lord’s Good News had
widely spread to places where the Parish priests never knew of,
let alone been there. Another certainty–Many priests still take
their Catholic faithful as little children, expecting them to cross
their arms respectfully–Daddy, here I am, leaving for school!
Mommy, here I am, back from school!...
Cà Mau, 1993
At 6:30 this evening, while I was standing at the door waiting
for a pre-convert to come for catechism–in vain–when a cute
young girl cautiously approached.
“How’d you do, ông Cố?”
“Where are you going?”
“I’m going to choir practice, ông Cố!”
The conversation continued with one subject cutting into
another, aimlessly. Suddenly, she bragged. “Our group has col-
lected nearly $20,000” (~US $2 in ‘93)
“What group?” I asked.
“We have a group of nine, saving up ‘til we get to $20,000;
then go to the market and give it to the lepers and beggars.”
“Don’t you have a name for your group?”
“Our group is ‘Humanitarian’ group”
“Who told you to form it?”
“We did it ourselves!”
Suddenly, I felt tearful. She’s my child, but yet I didn’t know
that she’s been doing apostolic works; I didn’t even provide her
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with any guidance. The Holy Spirit had activated her. She was
my pride. She was the “grassroots community” that had popped
up right here in my parish. Thank you, Lord!
I came back to my room, sat down and cried, all alone, joy-
ously.
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Any public meeting of groups over 15 people requires obtaining a meeting
permit from the local government authorities.
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26. NEW YEAR DAYS IN THE LIFE OF A MISSIONARY 141
treat. Mr. Tư was going to invite me to it, but afraid that a Catho-
lic priest wouldn’t touch an ancestors’ offering. I was more than
happy to eat it, but too shy to say it. Mutual understanding, but
too shy to show, blowing a chance to come together. Perhaps
both of us were the slow-reacting kind of guy.
Cà Mau, 1989
The Saigon–Cà Mau’s express bus seemed to be hurrying home
for Tết’s preparation. I sat in the second row, next to a wom-
an of pretty good size. Perhaps she was too full of energy to
keep quiet. “What’s your birth year?” She asked. “I’m Tý, the
Rat” 3 I replied. “I’m Sửu, the Buffalo. Tý and Sửu pair up very
26. NEW YEAR DAYS IN THE LIFE OF A MISSIONARY 143
well, bringing quick wealth in business. It’s too bad that we two
haven’t met any sooner!”... “The buffalo is so big, while the rat
is so small, how could that be?”...
With that mischievous parallelism, I switched her off. She
mused silently. Taking advantage of the silence, I tilted my head
back, pretending to sleep, and felt asleep... When the bus arrived
in Cà Mau, Madame Buffalo was nowhere in sight. She might
have gotten off at Number Two Bridge.
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1
Tết Nguyên Đán, more commonly known by its shortened name “Tết,” is the
most important and popular holiday in Vietnam.
Tết is celebrated on the same day as Chinese New Year, though exceptions
arise due to the one-hour time difference between Hanoi and Beijing. It takes
place from the first day of the first month of the Lunar calendar (around late
January or early February) until at least the third day after the New Year Day.
The Vietnamese Tết shares many of the same customs of its Chinese counter-
part. Many Vietnamese prepare for Tết by cooking special holiday foods and
cleaning the house.
There are a lot of customs practiced during Tết, like “Xông nhà,” “Xông đất,”
or “Đạp đất”–Visiting a person’s house on the first day of the New Year; Cúng
Ông Bà–Ancestors meal offering; Chúc Tết–New Year’s wishing; Lì xì–Giving
money to children and elderly people for luck; Khai trương–Opening a shop,
Xuất hành–First outing of the year, etc...
The traditional New Year greetings are “Chúc mừng năm mới” and “Cung
chúc tân xuân”–Happy New Year. People also wish each other health, pros-
perity, luck, and longevity.
In the days leading up to Tết, people prepare traditional special dishes such
as “Thịt kho”–Pork stew, “Dưa món”–Pickled daikon, “Mứt”–Sugary pre-
served fruits... Some even make the squarish Bánh Chưng and Bánh Dầy–tra-
ditionally in the North, or tubular Bánh Tét in the South. These are essentially
tightly packed and boiled sticky rice with pork and bean fillings wrapped in
banana leaves. Preparations for these foods are quite extensive. For Bánh
Chưng and Bánh Tét cooking, the whole family used to stay up all night, to
keep watch on the fire, telling stories about those Tết’s in the past.
Tết is also an occasion for pilgrims and family reunions. During Tết, people
visit their relatives, temples and churches, forgetting the troubles of the past
and hoping for a better future. Vietnamese consider Tết to be the first day of
Spring, and the festival is often called Hội Xuân, or Spring Festival.
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2
Her name is Nguyễn Thị Lệ, who later converted, married to another convert,
moved to and now live in France. Greatly influenced by the apostolic spirits
of the Author, both Lệ and her husband have become highly active lay evan-
gelists. In 2004, they found a translator, Mr. Nguyễn Dương Nghi, had him
translate this Evangelist Diary into French, published and distributed it in
Europe. Mrs. Nguyễn Thị Lệ, her husband and her translator later founded
the VFE – Vietnam France Exchanges.” Though VFE, they have been sending
significant financial and manpower supports for Rev. Ngo Phuc Hau’s build-
ing projects of schools, medical clinics, housings for the poorest, and scholar-
ship to poor students in Cà Mau and Cái Rắn. VFE’s address is hereby listed
on page 329–Contacts..
3
In the Vietnamese zodiac, the cat (Mèo/Mão/Mẹo) replaces the rabbit, the goat
(Dê/Mùi) replaces sheep, and the water buffalo (Trâu/Sửu) replaces the ox of
the Chinese zodiac. The rest remains the same as the Chinese’s.
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hand, all around the church. The women and the girls showed
off their new dresses that must have been made for the occa-
sion. I didn’t sit at the Confessional as usual, but roaming about
instead. Seeing me, the laities smiled ear to ear, introduced to
me copiously “Father, here’s my non-Catholic friend!... Father,
this is Mrs. Năm, the commune civic leader’s wife; She had this
new dress made just for this Mass!... Ông Cố, this guy wanna
convert!... Father, I would like to introduce to you Mr. Tư Giỏi;
He’s a nonbeliever, but he likes Catholic a lot!... We would like
to invite you to join us at our celebration after Mass, Father!”...
The church bells tolled in quick succession. The throng of
people poured into the church like torrents. The nuns and the
Catholic Commune Leaders ran back and forth ushering the
latecomers. Here and there, laities stood up to give up his or her
seat to the newcomers.
Full house! Hands raised, signaling no more seat, disap-
pointedly. A nun took two non-Catholics to where two kids were
sitting comfortably. “Would you please give your seats to the
non-Catholics?” The nun asked. One sullenly protested. “But
this is my non-Catholic friend, Sister!” The nun grinned “So just
sit tight then!”
The questions came in bulk, mostly involved Why priests
didn’t marry and why Christians were not allowed to worship
ancestors? No tough one. I replied them all smoothly and hu-
morously, making both Catholic and non-Catholic audience
laugh heartily. Generally speaking, everyone went home with a
very good impression of the Mass, and of Christianity.
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28. FORGIVENESS
Saigon, 1984
HIS MORNING, when the Parish priest walked his Honda
motorcycle into the courtyard, saying “You stay home.
I go to give the New Year wish to the Archbishop,”
I jumped up. “May I go with you?”
“There’s not much there for you anyway; just typical wish-
es, typical replies; then dismiss.” – “But I want to see how you
priests in Saigon wishing each others.” I hopped onto the back
seat without waiting for his reply. “Let’s go!”
There were so many priests in the Saigon Diocese, enviably
so. I hid myself among the unfamiliar faces trying not to be seen.
The opening wish of the representative priest said nothing new;
All wishes were pretty much the same “Wish you health for
guiding the Diocese though all perils”... To that, the Archbishop
replied as any other would “Wish you wisdom and courage to
follow God’s will”...
After the so-called protocols, the norms, the Archbishop
shared his personal feeling towards the current social issues–
“Please be patient, and remain patient. Please be meek, and
forever meek. Let me tell you a story–I am the Archbishop–ev-
eryone knew that; I am an old man–everyone saw that; yet, a
young commune cop, about twenty years old, chided me, You’re
such a nuisance! I had to ignore that just to get it over with.
They’re wrong, just let them be, as long as we’re right. The
more wrong they were, the more right we became”...
After sharing with the Saigon priests a biscuit and a soda,
I urged my friend to leave. Outside the Diocesan House, I for-
got it all, except one statement of the meek Archbishop–They’re
wrong, just let them be, as long as we’re right. The more wrong
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Saigon, 1984
I spent the New Year this year in Saigon, not as usual. Feeling
guilty, I kept my doors shut so nobody could see me and I could
see no one. I sped through fifteen pages of white papers about
Tai Chi Chuan. 2 Throwing the typewritten pages upon the table,
I laughed “Ho, ho, ho” alone, gleefully; I slipped out loud, in-
voluntarily: “Darn you, why were you so good... yet I haven’t
had a chance to know you ‘til now?”
Tai Chi was a self-defense martial art performed not by using
one’s own strength, but by nullifying the opponent’s offensive
force instead. It was figuratively compared with a rolling ball–
bullets and arrows shot at it would be skipped away–It would
not fight back, since it could not fight back. It had to cancel out
the offensive forces only to survive, and truly survived. It was
also metaphorically compared with a piece of cloth covering a
sewer pipe. The water pressure would tear it apart, and take it
away. In order to continue to exist and to remain, it had to let go
of the whole thing, but hang on just to one single point instead...
Tai Chi had accepted the opposing forces of positive and nega-
tive, opposing only to create. Rain and shine were opposite, but
yet there would not be rain if not for shine. It neither annihilated
nor eliminated, but accepted and mutually gave in to survive
and grow...
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Cà Mau, 1993
Today is Sunday. During the Vice Parish priest’s morning Mass,
I went out patrolling around the church to make it more serene
for the Mass time. The church was not full, yet there was a little
boy standing outside of the side door. I tapped on his shoul-
der. “Come on in, kiddo; there’s enough seat inside!” He turned
around quickly, dashed out to the other door, and stood on the
outside again. The leader’s ego rose up to my nose. Trying to
control myself, I followed him, tapped on his shoulder again. “I
said there is plenty of seats inside!” He turned in an attempt to
run. I grabbed his arm, pulling him in. He spread his legs out,
resisting. All of my kindness and meekness were immediately
evaporated. Grinding my teeth, squeezing my iron hands on his
shoulders, I said. “Are you coming in or not?”
He replied, pouting, indifferently. “I’m just attending Mass
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1
OBITUARY: Archbishop Paul Nguyen Van Binh – THE INDEPENDENT –
Thursday, 27 July 1995 - by Felix Corley:
PAUL NGUYEN VAN BINH headed Vietnam’s largest Catholic diocese for almost
35 years, seeing the capitalist Saigon invaded by North Vietnamese forces and
turned into the Communist Ho Chi Minh City. All his diplomatic skills were
required to steer the Church through these difficult times.
Nguyen Van Binh was born in Saigon in 1910, and given the Christian name
Paul. He showed an early desire to be a priest and was sent to Rome; he was
ordained in 1937. He served in parishes in southern Vietnam before, in 1955,
being consecrated bishop of Can Tho. In 1960 he was transferred to the post
of Archbishop of Saigon.
Vietnam was soon embroiled in all-out war. The Catholic Church was a strong
backer of the South Vietnamese government, though, days before the fall,
Binh called on President Thieu to resign. Saigon fell to Northern forces in
April 1975 and Binh issued a cautious statement welcoming the new peace
and pledging that Catholics would work under the new regime. But reprisals
against the Church began. Hundreds of priests were arrested.
The first big clash Binh had to handle was the Vatican appointment of Mgr
Nguyen van Thuan, the nephew of the former South Vietnamese president Ngo
Dinh Diem, as coadjutor bishop of Saigon with the right of succession to Binh,
who was now 64. Although the conflict was not of Binh’s making, he had to
ride the inevitable storm of orchestrated demonstrations by “patriotic” stu-
dents. Thuan himself was banished from the city.
Unlike the northern Vietnamese bishops in the ‘50s, Binh and his colleague
the Bishop of Hue, Nguyen Kim Dien, sought to forge good relations with the
government based on pragmatism. In 1976, they called on Catholics to help
build the new society. In 1978, Binh even declared that the loss of the Church’s
“privileges” - its landholdings and social institutions - might be a blessing
and help it remain close to the people. Such sentiments were not universally
popular among the Church’s estimated 5 million adherents in the South, es-
pecially when Binh condemned armed resistance to Communist rule. Binh’s
close working with the government was sorely tested in 1980 with the harden-
ing of the regime’s attitude towards the Church and the arrest of the country’s
leading Jesuits, including his friend Rev. Nguyen Cong Doan, the superior.
Relations improved after the appointment of Nguyen Van Linh as the Commu-
nist Party secretary-general in late 1986, with the freeing of a large number
of Catholic priests from re-education camps. Not all restrictions were lifted,
though, and Binh faced constant battles for permission for any important new
activity, especially in the area of training and ordaining new clergy. Binh had
for a long time been trying to retire, but the government’s refusal to agree the
Vatican’s choice of successor meant that he had to remain in office up to his
death.
Paul Nguyen van Binh, priest: born Saigon 3 September 1910; ordained priest
1937; Bishop of Can Tho 1955-60; Archbishop of Saigon (Ho Chi Minh City)
1955-95; died Ho Chi Minh City 1 July 1995 (Felix Corley)
2
The Mandarin term “T’ai chi ch’uan,” literally translates as “supreme ulti-
mate fist,” is generally classified as a form of traditional Chinese martial arts
of the Neijia (soft or internal) branch. It is considered a soft style martial art,
an art applied with internal power to distinguish its theory and application
from that of the hard martial art styles.
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I related to the great wonders of the world such as the Great Wall
of China and the Pyramids of Egypt, for examples. Nowadays,
tourists admiringly praised those great ancient architectures, and
completely forgetting that, in order to achieve such great monu-
ments, the architects had to pay with millions violations of hu-
man right and dignity. They must have had to use millions of
whips to build the Great Wall and the Pyramids... So, was that
considered gaining, or losing? If it were for legacy, then it would
be a tremendous gain; but if it were for humanity, then it would
be a huge loss, the kind of loss that we now call “bankruptcy”!
Cà Mau, ...
During a catechism class, I asked T., a catechumen. “Before
you came here for catechism, have you ever come inside the
church?”
“No; I just went by, but never into one”
“Why?”
“They said any non-Catholic who get into the church will be
whipped by the priests!”
“Ew! Never!... So have you ever gotten whipped before?”
“I never got inside before!”
For sure there was no priest who would whip a non-Catholic
for checking the church out, or just came in for curiosity. So
why the rumors? With bad intention, or just unintentional?
There’s one thing for sure–many laities like to use their Par-
ish priests as scarecrows. “If you don’t go to church, I’ll tell the
ministerpa, 3 the ministerpa will beat the hell outta you!” Or “If
you don’t stop fooling around with that girl, the ministerpa will
kil’ ya!”
One day when I was walking on the street, there was a wom-
an who threatened a little boy who was crying like a broken
muffler. “If you don’t stop crying, I’ll tell the ‘pa, and the ‘pa
will cut your little dick off!” The little boy, looked at me, his
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face turned totally green... I was upset at the women for using
me as a scarecrow to scare the daylight out of the little boy.
Unknowingly, she had sown deep inside that boy a seed of fear.
Later, in his adulthood, he would keep Christianity in fear–fear
of God, fear of priests, and fear of hell...
Somehow, fear had become the base for shepherding activi-
ties. After reciting the story of “Ananias and Saphira Lied to
Peter,” 4 the author of Acts had observed “Great fear seized the
whole church”...
Assuming that others were like me, I thought, Saint Peter
must have been gravely sad when people spread the story of
Ananias and his wife Saphira who got punished by him, and
dropped dead horribly right at his feet without stirring him a bit.
In the story, Peter the Shepherd was described as a cold-blooded
leader who later ordered some young men to carry the couple’s
bodies out to burry, despite of any rituals and laws...
People had painted images of the shepherds like that. It’s not
fair! What happened to the image of a good shepherd who took
his sheep to a green meadow to eat, to a creek of clear water to
drink, to let them rest in the shade of a giant oak tree; wrap their
injuries, carry the lost and found one on his shoulders, and beat
the wolves off with his stick to protect his herd?
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Quimbrot Yves (1881-1956)––French Evangelist––born Jan. 7, 1881, admit-
ted to Seminary Sept. 11, 1899, ordained June 26, 1904, assigned to Cambodia
Aug. 3, 1904. After learning the languages, he was sent to Tám Hạt, Tân Lập,
Vietnam in 1905–in charge of Trà Lồng from 1908 to 1929. During this period,
founded a new parish in Cà Mau; then transferred to Cần Thơ in 1940, and
died in Sóc Trăng June 26, 1956.
2
Lỗ Trí Thâm (Lu Zhishen in Chinese,) is the major character in the classic
Chinese novel Thủy Hử (Shui hu zhuan in Chinese, literally Water Margin,
translated as “All men are brothers” by Pearl Buck,) in which he comes to
epitomize loyalty, strength, and justice, but also rash action.
3
An informal translation of an informal compound noun of “ông Cố Sở,” liter-
arily “Minister Great Grandpa”
4
The story of “Ananias and Saphira Told a Lie”–The account of this in Acts,
chapter 5, is one of the most unsettling stories in the Bible:
“... Now a man named Ananias, together with his wife Sapphira, also sold a
piece of property. With his wife’s full knowledge he kept back part of the money
for himself, but brought the rest and put it at the apostles’ feet. Then Peter
said, “Ananias, how is it that Satan has so filled your heart that you have lied
to the Holy Spirit and have kept for yourself some of the money you received
for the land? Didn’t it belong to you before it was sold? And after it was sold,
wasn’t the money at your disposal? What made you think of doing such a
thing? You have not lied to men but to God.” When Ananias heard this, he fell
down and died. And great fear seized all who heard what had happened. Then
the young men came forward, wrapped up his body, and carried him out and
buried him.
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About three hours later his wife came in, not knowing what had happened.
Peter asked her, “Tell me, is this the price you and Ananias got for the land?”
“Yes,” she said, “that is the price.” Peter said to her, “How could you agree to
test the Spirit of the Lord? Look! The feet of the men who buried your husband
are at the door, and they will carry you out also.” At that moment she fell down
at his feet and died. Then the young men came in and, finding her dead, car-
ried her out and buried her beside her husband. Great fear seized the whole
church and all who heard about these events” – Acts 5:1-11
The above story of “Ananias and Saphira Told a Lie” is one of the most unset-
tling stories in the Bible. While this kind of deception and hypocrisy should
not be condoned, one might be forgiven for thinking that worse lies have been
told, yet Ananias and Saphira were punished by death on the spot. This is a
good example of how God sees things differently to the way man sees them.
“My thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are my ways your ways, declares
the Lord” (Isa 55:8-9)
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30. ANCESTORS MEAL OFFERING 163
Cà Mau, 1992
Today I went out to anoint an elder. His death was imminent, but
yet he was still very clear-minded, intelligent, and calm.
“Are you afraid of death, Ông Năm?”
“No, I’m fully prepared for it; Whenever God calls, I’ll just
say yes”...
“Since you are coming back to God first, Ông Năm, remem-
ber to pray for me, okay. I’m hereby giving you this assignment:
Ask God to let more people of this village to get to know Him
like you did. I’ll check with God, if you don’t pray for those
who didn’t know God, then he shouldn’t let you come into the
Heaven!”
He smiled, showing appreciation for the serious part of the
joke. After that, he called for his second son, admonishing. “Af-
ter I die, remember to pave the entryway to make it higher so
those who come for the rituals may keep their feet clean. Offer
them proper meals to show appreciation for their valuable con-
tributions. They come here out of love for us. The pig, chickens,
ducks, all accounted for. Just go ahead and do it”...
The old man’s sincere instructions had made me wonder.
In the first reflection during the Lent Season of the year, the
priests were totally against sharing meals at the funerals. Several
suggested the issuance of an order forbidding it throughout the
Diocese. Everybody considered sharing a meal next to a dead
body was horrible, uncivilized, unsanitary, and an unjustifi-
able expense. It was obvious that there was a mutual agreement
among priests in this matter. I have felt the same myself. I came
to quite a few funerals just to light a few sticks of incense, say
a few words of condolence, and left; At most, I would stay for a
cigarette, or a cup of tea... but never for the meals offered.
Now I asked myself–Why was that what I considered dis-
gusting, Mr. Năm took it so lovingly, so sensibly, and so logi-
cally? On his last breaths, he didn’t forget to instruct his children
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1
Filial piety is a concept originating with Confucianism that significantly
transformed the way Buddhism practiced in Asia. Even today, filial piety is an
essential element of Asian cultures, including Vietnamese’s, and since it is not
a religious concept, it has formed an acceptable part of the way the Vietnam-
ese relate to their parents and ancestors, or elders. Practicing filial piety often
exists outside of Vietnam among immigrants, although the difference between
eastern and western concepts of what is due to parents has certainly produced
great tension in some families.
Essentially, filial piety is one of the “right” relationships for which Confucius
advocated. The definition includes the responsibility of each person to respect
their parents, obey them, take care of them as they age, advise parents, and of
course to love them.
Loving one’s parents and offering them respect is the spring from which other
forms of filial piety flows. A relationship with parents must be centered on love
and respect.
30. ANCESTORS MEAL OFFERING 167
Also, Confucius often emphasized the circuitous relationship of life. When the
child is young, the parent is strong, preeminent and due all respect. When the
child becomes an adult, he or she must take the place of the parent and lead
the family.
In addition to respect and care for the parents, filial piety also existed in the
form of ancestor ‘worship.’ Respect was due to ancestors, and most Asians,
including Vietnamese, often constructed shrines to their ancestors. In fact, in
some eras, failure to properly worship ancestors was grounds for corporal
punishment. As a whole, the ancestors supported the nation and needed due
respect because they could influence how the world worked for the present
generation.
2
Two weeks of detention in Kien Vang prison camp (Jan 05 to Jan 15, 1975).
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31. FIRE DANCE SUPERSTITION? 169
Cà Mau, ...
HIS MORNING, I went out for Mr. Tư’s funeral in the
ghetto at the cemetery, the sloppiest and most hooky
area. There were just a few families in there, all messed
up from generation to generation. Living just a few kilometers
from the church, yet they have never come to the church for
Mass. A couple years earlier, I visited them during Tết. Walk-
ing along the riverbank, seeing a Catholic altar inside a house,
I dropped in, smiling and talking like a long lost friend of the
family. The whole family looked that me astounding, making
me feel so out of place.
“Who are you looking for, uncle?”
“I’m a priest, visiting the neighborhood for the New Year
wishing.”
“Priest? From which parish?”
“I’m the Parish priest”
“Oh my God!”...
Today they have made me feel out of place again. They had
asked me to come for the funeral, but when I arrived, they were
already in process of taking the casket down to the grave site.
The carriers placed the casket in the middle of the front yard.
The grinning “Ông Địa” 1 with a face round as a full moon was
fanning left and right. The acrid smoky torches were waving
side-to-side, flaring up and down. The kids were laughing “he-
he-he”... The white weepers temporarily stopped weeping, hav-
ing their mouths wide opened... following the flickering torches
waving underneath the casket, sneaking in and out between the
legs of the carriers...
After the confounding moments, and the moments of curios-
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Cà Mau, 1993
Today the Vice Parish priest went out for Mr. Ba P’s funeral.
During dinner, he told a story–
“Today, after the Mass, there was a fire dance to ward off
the devils. The ‘demon’ who crawled underneath the casket got
pulled out for a sword fight; After a while, he ran away... people
were so thrilled!”
“Was there any superstition in it?”
“Dunno!... But it was fun... That’s very much like brother
N.–showing off just to be different!”
I didn’t know what to say since my thoughts were so dis-
persed, and couldn’t be recollected. I pondered how to deal with
that. I figured if restrictions were applied, there must be more
gaining than losing, But losing was for sure....
not that easy... I used to get goose bumps just having the casket
carriers’ exorcist fire dance mentioned; But today, I felt more at
ease. I have the means for research. All it takes is to meet with
Mr. Hai Hạo, the local Red Cross Manager to find out.
A fight broke out among the three with no winner. Nhan Quang
jumped in, La Hầu ran away. His twelve disciples jumped right
in to take the casket to the bury site”...
“Was that folklore Chinese’s or ours?”
“Dunno!”
“Nhan Quang was the mandarin of which dynasty?”
“Dunno!”
“Nhan Quang was a mandarin with the last name Nhan, or
Quang? The word ‘Quang’ got a ‘g’ or without a ‘g’?”
“Dunno!”
“Was La Hầu a real name, or just because the guy looked
like a monkey, so named after one? “Hầu” means “monkey;” a
monkey with the last name “La”?”
“Who knows”...
So, the issue was not clarified, but now I realized that the
funeral’s fire dance was sensible and logical. It had shown both
Filial Piety and Courage. It was cultural, and at the same time,
religious. I told Mr. Hai Hạo “When I die, send your carriers
team over for a fire dance, okay?” –(laugh) “There’s still an un-
answered question, Pastor! Is there any possibility for you to
come up with something to help the branch office of Red Cross
in paying for the debt to Miễu Bà Chúa Xứ Association?”
“I dare not promising anything. I’m just a gutter, not a lake.
The gutter only got water when it rains. When it’s gonna rain?
Only God knows! Ask God, don’t ask me the gutter!”...
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Ông Địa, Thổ Công, or Thần Tài in Vietnamese is the Happy Maitreya Bodhi-
sattva, commonly depicted as a fat laughing ‘Buddha’.
32. HOUSE OF WORSHIP 173
but not shabby. The Sisters had polished each and every burned-
clay floor tile. The altar always had flowers–fresh from the gar-
den that they and the students carefully watered everyday in a
land where freshwater was a scarcity. That’s exactly what “Hun-
gry but clean; Tattered but smelled good” meant.
years since you left for Năm Căn; So, in twenty years, how many
churches did you build?” I said, “Lots of “huts” of worship, but
no “church” yet. I am dreaming now of a floating one so I can
take it with me wherever I go”...
Yes, it’s true! I asked myself, Why I was not too much into
church building? Perhaps I didn’t have time to think of it, or, per-
haps my Bishop didn’t want me to build material churches, but
building people instead? I once mentioned to him that I wanted
to build a church in Cái Rắn; He seemed to be inconclusive. At
the end, he gave me a light, neither red nor green, but yellow.
“It’s up to you!” The message was clear: Build people first!
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1
Manna, literally the food miraculously provided for the Israelites in the wil-
derness during their flight from Egypt according to the Bible, also means the
spiritual nourishment of divine origin, or something of value that a person
receives unexpectedly.
2
Phát Diệm Cathedral, also known as the “Stone” Cathedral, was designed
and built in 1891 by priest Trần Lục, also known as Cụ Sáu, in Ninh Bình
province, 130 km south of Hanoi.
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33. CONTEMPLATING JESUS 177
Cà Mau, ...
ÍCHNGÂNCAMETOSEEME. Herfamilywasnon-Christian,
but they had taken me as a member. She called me uncle.
“Can you give me a Bible that is real easy to read, uncle?”
“I’ll give you one with a lot of footnotes. Bible without explana-
tory footnotes would be difficult to absorb. The Bible language
is language of the first century, of Grecian Latin, of Semitic, and
of Mediterranean”...
“My Bible has lots of footnotes too, but I was still unable to
understand”
“Then you have to come here and read it with me”
“I don’t live here; Besides, I have very little time for it. If it
were written in a short-story format, it would be so much more
convenient for me”...
After that meeting, I felt that there were people who read
and understood the Bible only by its cover. The Lord’s will was
expressed in Semitic, meagerly to the extreme. Even John had to
divulge to his readers. “If every single thing were written down,
then the world wouldn’t be big enough to store them all!” That’s
a little bit exaggerated, but it was true that the journalists had
noted down so briefly the Jesus’ words and deeds to the point
that most of the backgrounds were left out, making it so hard for
the readers to know exactly what he really wanted.
From that moment on, I had dreamed of a book that presents
the Gospel in form of literature, with a lot of cultural, social,
geographical, historical, and psychological backgrounds.
Lâm Quang Trọng had written a book that now I could only
vaguely remember–”The Life of Jesus.” Angelo Alberti had writ-
ten “Les Messages des Angelides,” and more recently, Jacques
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Cà Mau, 1994
Today I wrote to Lecturer Rev. Chương at Cái Răng Seminary.
I want to write “Jesus Diary.” The diary will be what the Gospel said, but as
literature instead. Nothing will be conflicting with the Gospel, only the Gos-
pel plus non-inclusive, yet still in tuned with psychology, history, geography,
and culture of the Semite. In writing “Jesus Diary,” I want to introduce Jesus
to the younger generation, a fast-paced one, too impatient to read Gospel as
the researchers do–reading text above then reading footnotes below. They
like to read something short, easy to understand, and spellbound. Tell me
what you think!
Cà Mau, 1994
Today I received a reply letter from Rev. Chương:
“Jesus Diary” sounds good! That would be a new and uncommon idea. It’s
not only new, but also uncommon, so there will be pros and cons. But go
ahead, and send us some so we can check it out. Who knows, “Jesus Diary”
might become a best-seller!”
Why Jesus presented in that way was considered new and un-
common? On the contrary, I thought that Jesus would be a lot
closer to, and held dearer by the youngsters.
Father Chương’s remark had turned me off, not wanting to
think of “Jesus Diary” anymore...
Saigon, 1994
After a week preaching “Ecclesiastical Jesus,” today, I left Tân
Lập’s Congregation of the Lovers of the Holy Cross to come
33. CONTEMPLATING JESUS 179
Nazareth, ....
Dear Father,
Today is Sabbath Day, Daddy and Mommy took a day off, so I was free. I went
to Grammy’s house. Grammy was so glad to see me. She held me, kissed me,
and gave me dried dates, then some bread and grilled lamb. Grammy talked
a lot. All of a sudden, she got mad. She put a finger to my forehead, saying
“You’re a good boy, of good health and good manner; But there’s one thing
I don’t like about you! You don’t look a bit like your Dad! And your mother
too; So meek, yet so unfortunate! What’s that a woman who bore only one
child, then having her belly locked up by Yahweh? And your Dad too! What a
wife-fearing man–whatever his wife said, whatever his wife wants... Ah, he’s
as meek as a piece of clay–” “Grammy, Grammy, lemme tell ya–” – “What
a smart boy huh? Changing the subject huh? Taking side of your parents
huh?” Seeing Grandma still mad, I pulled her neck down, kissed her on the
cheek, then ran home. I jumped onto my Mom’s laps, telling her everything
that Grandma had said about Mommy and Daddy.
But Mommy was not mad; she just smiled a sweet smile. “Yahweh’s will was
miraculous, son! Grammy wouldn’t be able to understand... She’s just like
that. Loving, but complaining; Complaining, but loving!”...
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34. MY CAI R AN
stay.” The Lord presides here like he had presided in the grotto
of Bethlehem... Suddenly, I felt so much love for this “Stall of
Worship.” My true love for Cái Rắn began right here, from this
moment on...
“Hey priest, are you home? People talked so much about you on
the taxiboat... so I have to drop by to see for myself!”... I asked
him to have a seat, and change the subject. “Can you tell me why
people call this place Cái Rắn?”
“Long ago, this canal had lots of snakes... and so it’s
named!”
“I heard that the canal of Cái Rắn was also named after a pair
of legendary snakes at Bà Chúa Xứ shrine, was that true?”
“Before the war, there were actually a pair of snakes there.
but the war and its bombs had drove them away somewhere...
The name Cái Rắn had existed long before the snakes”...
Our conversation was getting warm when a bare-chested
man came in, followed by a strong menthol smell of alcohol–
“Why don’t you priest buy the tractor for the people instead!
Don’t drill wells, don’t build bridges. With a full stomach, drink-
ing pond water or going about by a sampan would be fine. Ones
can’t get across bridges being so poor and hungry anyway!”
“Where’s the money for a tractor? If there were, who would
manage it?” I asked.
“Just buy a tractor. There must be a tractor to relieve people
from poverty!” He insisted.
Words of a drunkard, but still worth considering. I was told
that cost for a high performance tractor would be over $100 mil-
lions (~US $1,000) which totally out of my reach. Moreover, if
there were one, would the local Parish Committee be able to
manage it? Stuck!
2
One of the priests who joined the resistance war against both the French and
the American.
3
A self-study English book published by Assimil English, most popular in Viet-
nam in the ‘50s and ‘60s.
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35. DURIAN 187
35. DURIAN
Cà Mau, ...
HIS MORNING, I GOT A HOLD OF a copy of “Asia and Af-
rica Today.” So hungry for magazine like a kid was for
milk, I swallowed it all at once. There was an article that
made me wonder–
A Russian journalist had walked into a restaurant in Singa-
pore. Getting a glimpse of a Chinese eating a fruit from a thorny
shell, eating like he was in a trance, paying no attention to nei-
ther space nor time, sucking and licking it ‘til bare... The jour-
nalist got tempted beyond resist. He tapped on the shoulder of a
girl in uniform. “Gimme that thorny fruit thing!”
“Which one, sir?”
“The thorny one that the Chinese over there was eating”
“Oh... the durian! Right away, sir!” A durian was promptly
brought out, gingerly put on the table, and skillfully opened up
right in front of the Russian.
“Ew!... it smells like a rotten corpse!” (sic)... The Russian
rushed out with his nosed thumped. The girl in uniform took the
durian away, then came back to the Russian for the money. The
Russian paid for it with a royal pain....
“Stupid Westerners!” The girl cussed silently.
The dumfounded Russian and the disdain girl in uniform
had reminded me of the unforgettable memories that I had with
durian myself–
MEMORY ONE: In 1954, the Seminary of Xuân Bích had
moved South from Hanoi, and temporarily relocated at Thị
Nghè. The seminarians from Vĩnh Long Diocese were sent over.
There, Northerners and Southerners convened.
Vĩnh Long is the country of fruits. The parents brought fruits
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36. CULTURAL ASSIMILATION 191
westernized, from head to toe even, but you and me, we are still
100% Vietnamese! We priests wear western Mass outfits, buy
western bells, burn incense in thuribles like the Westerners... but
we are still Vietnamese Catholics... and in that sense, we have
never strayed afar from our nation and our people!”...
Mr. Lâm Thứ nodded his head in sympathy.
I just said so to get it over with, but actually, I still don’t
know how to assimilate culturally, since I still don’t know exact-
ly what the Vietnamese culture was. Lecturer Pastor Trần Thái
Hiệp has had to divulge. “Culture of a country was something
very intangible, very elusive, and very difficult to identify. It’s
always there, but how long and how wide, in what shape, has
been hardly known. It’s like an onion with several layers. Peel
one off, its nature wouldn’t change. Peel another, then another
off... it’s still an onion. Culture was like that! That’s why we got
panicked at times, thinking that we’ve lost it by wearing west-
ernized clothing, shoes, living in westernized dwellings, using
westernized toilets... But when we look more carefully, we still
identify ourselves as Vietnamese!” Thank you, Professor!... For
giving me this knowledge!
Saigon, May 94
I was strolling on a street. Seeing a cute little chapel right next
to the sidewalk, I dropped right in to see the Lord for a moment.
I knew this chapel for more than 30 years ago: Eastern architec-
ture, but simple, bright, neat, and peaceful. There was a small
change now–The podium got a carving of the word “WORD”
in Han character. The sanctuary still kept the traditional three
steps, but the interior design was mostly oriental. Lines, colors,
and shapes were so well done that I felt immediately relax. Was
it a cultural assimilation, a “coming back to ones’ roots”?
Cultural assimilation was highly evaluated by “The Mission
of Christ the Redeemer” and considered “an urgent matter.” Cul-
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1
“Chữ Nôm,” literally “the vulgar system of writing,” was the first stage of
Vietnam’s linguistic or rather scriptural “liberation” from China began in
the mid-13th century with the development of a new system of writing which,
although still based on the Chinese characters, was specifically Vietnamese.
Under this system, each Vietnamese word was transcribed by the combination
of two Chinese ideograms, one used for phonetizing, the other for the mean-
ing. The knowledge of Chinese was still needed to understand “ Chữ Nôm.“
Moreover, there were no fixed and strict rules in the combination of Chinese
characters which often led to several different possible interpretations of a
same word. In spite of all shortcomings, for 6 centuries, “ Chữ Nôm “ was
used as a literary language alongside “ Chữ Nho.” Hàn Thuyên, a Vietnam-
ese mandarin and poet of the 13th century was a pioneer in its literary use.
“Quốc Ngữ,” literally “National Script,” using the Roman alphabet, was a
true linguistic revolution that took place in the 17th century with the “Roman-
ization” of the language. Alexandre de Rhodes from Avignon, a French Jesuit
Missionary, is generally associated with the invention of Quốc Ngữ. It is now
the official language of Vietnam.
“Nôm na là cha mách qué” is the mocking version of “the vulgar system of
writing”
36. CULTURAL ASSIMILATION 195
2
Francis Xavier Nguyen Van Thuan was born on April 17, 1928 in Phu Cam
parish, a suburb of Hue. His father, Mr. Nguyễn Văn Ấm, passed away on July
1, 1993 in Sydney, Australia. His Mother, Mrs. Elizabeth Ngô Đình Thị Hiệp,
daughter of the late Mr. Ngô Đình Khả, currently over one hundred years
old, is resides in Sydney, Australia with her daughter, Anne Ham Tieu, one of
Thuan’s younger sisters.
Thuan entered the An Ninh Minor Seminary in his early teens, and followed
his studies in philosophy and theology at Phu Xuan Major Seminary. He was
ordained priest on June 11, 1953 by Bishop Urrutia, and assigned to St. Fran-
cis parish to help with the transition from a French majority in that parish
to a Vietnamese one. The Bishop later appointed him chaplain of the Pel-
lerin Institute where he himself had been educated, the Central Hospital, and
the provincial prisons. Later, he was sent to study in Rome for three years
(1956-1959) at the Urbanian University, and awarded the Doctor in Canon
Law Summa Cum Laude for his thesis on “Organization of military chaplains
around the world.” Upon his return to Vietnam, he was assigned to teach at
An Ninh Seminary of Hue, and then become its rector. He went on to serve as
vicar general in the Archdiocese of Hue from 1964-1967.
On April 13, 1967, Pope Paul VI appointed him Bishop of Nha Trang, the first
Vietnamese Bishop of Nha Trang, replacing Bishop Raymond Paul Piquet,
M.E.P. (Bishop of Nha Trang from 1957-1967.) He was consecrated Bishop
on June 24, 1967, the solemnity of St John the Baptist, at Hue by H.E. Angelo
Palmas, Apostolic Delegate for Vietnam, Laos, and Cambodia. He chose as
his motto the title of the new constitution, Gaudium et Spes (Joy and Hope),
because he desired to be an apostle of joy and hope.
During his eight years in Nha Trang, he spared no effort in the development
of the diocese before the advent of difficult times. He focused on training the
grassroots cadres, increasing the number of major seminarians from 42 to
147, and minor seminarians from 200 to 500 in four seminaries, organized
In-service Courses for priests of 6 dioceses in Central Vietnam. He also or-
ganized other formation courses, such as: development and training of Youth
associations, the laity, parish associations and parish councils with training
courses for the Justice and Peace Movement, Cursillos and Focolare, and
founded the Community of Hope and the LaVang Community.
named Advisor of the Pontifical Council of the Laity from 1971-1975. It was
during these meetings that he had the opportunity to meet Pope John Paul II,
then Archbishop of Cracow, and to learn from him of pastoral experiences
during the most difficult period in Poland under the communist regime. He
was also appointed Advisor, then member of the Congregation for the Evange-
lization of the Peoples, and member of the Congregation for Divine Worship
and the Discipline of Sacraments. The Congregation for the Evangelization of
the Peoples also entrusted him with the responsibility of visiting and oversee-
ing the Seminaries in a number of countries in Africa.
On April 23, 1975 Pope Paul VI named him Coadjutor Archbishop with rights
of succession to the Archbishop of Saigon, and at the same time named him
titular Archbishop of Vadesi. However, on April 30, 1975, Saigon fell to the
North Vietnamese Army. The Communist regime disapproved this nomina-
tion.
On August 15, 1975, he was detained and escorted to Nha Trang where he
was held in house arrest at Cay Vong. Without being tried or sentenced, he
was taken to North Vietnam where he was imprisoned for more than thirteen
years, nine of which were spent in solitary confinement at Vinh Quang (Vinh
Phu) prison, then in the prison run by the Hanoi Police. Later, he was again
held under house arrest at Giang Xa.
During his years of imprisonment Thuan wrote ‘The Road of Hope’, the Spiri-
tual Testimony (Will) to all the Catholic Vietnamese in Vietnam and abroad,
and smuggled them out on scraps of paper. Another book, Prayers of Hope,
contains his prayers written in prison. The bishop fashioned a tiny Bible out
of scraps of paper. Sympathetic guards smuggled in a piece of wood and some
wire from which he crafted a small crucifix.
On November 21, 1988, he was released from detention and was ordered to
live at the Archbishop’s House in Hanoi without permission to perform any
pastoral work. In March 1989 he was allowed to visit his aged parents in
Sydney, Australia, and travel to Rome to meet the Pope and return to Hanoi.
In 1991 he was forced to exile to Rome (travel to, but not allowed to come
back.) Ever since that time he lived in exile, though his heart was always with
the Church in Vietnam and his homeland. In spite of the persecutions imposed
on the Church and on himself personally, he always lived and preached for-
giveness and reconciliation.
On November 11, 1994 the Holy Father named him Vice President of the Pon-
tifical Council of Justice and Peace, and subsequently President on June 24,
1998 replacing Cardinal Y. R. Etchegaray, who had retired.
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During Lent 2000, he received a special invitation from Pope John Paul II to
preach the Lenten Retreat to the Curia, at the beginning of the third millen-
nium. When the Holy Father received him in private audience after the retreat,
giving him a chalice, Cardinal Thuan said. “Twenty-four years ago I said
Mass with three drops of wine and one drop of water in the palm of my hand,
I never would have thought that today the Holy Father would give me a gilt
chalice. Our Lord is great indeed and so is his love”.
On September 16, 2002, Nguyễn Văn Thuận died of cancer in a clinic in Rome,
Italy, at the age of 74. Prior to his death, Nguyễn Văn Thuận had appeared on
lists of possible successors to Pope John Paul II. On September 16, 2007, the
fifth anniversary of the cardinal’s death, the Roman Catholic Church began
the beatification process for Nguyễn Văn Thuận. Pope Benedict XVI expressed
“profound joy” at news of the official opening of the beatification cause.
There are 117 martyrs, one Blessed Martyr André Phú Yên in Vietnam, but
there is no non-martyr canonized saint. The cause for the Beatification of
Cardinal Francis Xavier Nguyen Van Thuan was opened on September 16,
2007, five years after his death–the shortest time a cause can be open after
the candidate’s death. If he is beatified, and subsequently canonized, he would
not only be the first canonized non-martyr saint of Vietnam, but also through-
out Southeast Asia, and only the second in the entire continent of Asia, after
St. Alphonsa Muttathupadathu, a Sister from India whom Pope Benedict XVI
proclaimed a saint on October 12, 2008.
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Cardinal Nguyen Van Thuan and Pope John Paul II, 2001
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37. THE VOIDS UNFILLED 199
I just ran into your little sister a while ago on Tú Xương Boulevard. My
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goodness! Your sister had invited me. I just ran away. I remembered... long
time ago, you were wandering around like that... until the day you ran into
Jesus. From thereon, you stopped wandering, and stopped inviting. You had
sat at His feet, and cried, so much so, out of sorrow, of self-pity, of apprecia-
tion, and of love. Oh sister, what has the Lord said onto you to stop you from
wandering, and inviting?
That was then between you and the Lord, and it is now between your little
sister and me. Oh sister, what do I have to say to stop her from wandering
and inviting? I regretted that I haven’t said a word to her like the Lord had to
you... I didn’t dare to say a word today, and I’ll be daring not to say a word
tomorrow... Alas... there was still a vast land that I didn’t dare to come any
closer to sow the seeds of Good News...
Sincerely yours,
P. H.
willing meeting. Sporadic conversing liked rice that was left out
for too long... My French was deeply buried in the past. I had to
dig so deep to find a few words to let him know that the Good
News has been blooming in several localities. That’s the obser-
vation of “The Mission of Christ the Redeemer.” That’s also a
reality in Cần Thơ Diocese.
I boasted that I was preparing for the baptism of over 300 pre-
Catholics on next year Easter. I thought that he would receive
the news with zest, but he took it with a cold face instead. He
shrugged and pouted. “Le Baptême n’est q’un sacrament!”...
Based on his tone and body language, I translated as “Bap-
tism is ‘only’ a sacrament, no big deal!”
“So what else the missionaries have to do?”
“Doing charity is enough; there’s no need to baptize. Vatican
II had declared–There is salvation outside the Church!”
I stayed mum, and mused–Doing charity was very good; but
if there were just that without preaching Christianity, then evan-
gelization had no reason to exist. Meaningless!
Peter the Evangelist had confirmed that there was no salva-
tion in this world without Jesus. John had emphasized that even
stronger–If it were not for Jesus, there wouldn’t be creation...
Jesus was the cause and means of everything–the Alpha and
the Omega.
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1
Formerly Regina Pacis (1954 – 1977) now main office of Filles de la Charité
of St. Vincent DePaul.
2
Historically Châu Lâm Temple (1460-1497) in Thụy Chương, Hanoi, meta-
phorically a place rarely visited.
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38. RICH & RAGS: THE VICIOUS CYCLE 203
Cà Mau, 1995
I was talking to Mr. Ba Hiến when four nuns came in. They were
jubilant like Tết, talking like grackle starlings. They came to say
goodbye to the Dean before leaving for the farming cooperation
to serve in the oncoming Christmas. They were departing like
that. Mr. Ba, running into a nun who came from his province,
spiritedly reported. “Ban Mê Thuột coffee output this year has
been reduced drastically; but that’s not a problem; they’re still
rich!... Every household had bought a Dream 1 ... The young-
sters competed in karaoke; They sang to one-, two-o’clock in
the morning at times, and habitually, they would soon miss out
on the church. Only the elders showed up for the morning Mass
now. Economy up, religion down!”...
What a statement, I thought, then involuntarily, I said–
“Well fed and warmly clothed lead to carnally enhance. Too
hungry to keep faith, justifiably; but once well fed, it would be
too busy with carnal fun to keep it. Just an unending circle!”
An unending circle really. Mission of Christ the Redeemer
had grieved for the sufferings of three-quarter of the world pop-
ulation that was still in the vicious grip of poverty, and at the
same time, lamented the developed country’s immorality.
1
A motorcycle trademark of Honda Motor Co.
2
The Conference of Latin American Bishops at Puebla stated:
“The best service we can offer to our brother is evangelization, which helps
him to live and act as a son of God, sets him free from injustices and assists
his overall development. It is not the Church’s mission to work directly on
the economic, technical or political levels, or to contribute materially to de-
velopment. Rather, her mission consists essentially in offering people an op-
portunity not to ‘have more’ but to ‘be more’ by awakening their consciences
through the Gospel. Authentic human development must be rooted in an ever
deeper evangelization”
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39. PRESENCE & PROCLAMATION 209
Cà Mau, ...
ODAY I JUST HUNGRILY FINISHED the Biography of
Nguyễn Hiến Lê. The name Nguyễn Hiến Lê as a writ-
er, a translator, and a publisher has etched into my mind
from the ‘50s and the ‘60s. He was not a formal scholar, but was
hailed as a great savant. He had read over two thousand books
on the eastern and western cultures in the ancient and recent
history. He had penned and translated over two hundred books,
mostly How-To books of self-improvement.
I respected him as a mentor. I digest his biography passion-
ately. But once finished, I felt a little bit uneasy. Uneasy because
he said he’d done with it, but the publisher said no; even more
so since a savant over eighty years of age like him had only four
memories about Catholic, and none of them was good:
FIRST: When he was a student at Yên Phụ, Hanoi, he and his
fellow students fought in groups against the kids in the Catholic
village that he referred to as “the rich boys.”
SECOND: When he moved to Saigon, he had sent his kids to a
school in Tân Định teaching by the nuns. He complained that the
nuns taught his kids western culture only, not our culture.
THIRD: He compiled and published a set of world history
books, in there, the dark history of the Church in the Middle
Ages with corrupted Popes was included. 1 For that, he received
a letter threatening him, and he revealed that the letter author
was a Catholic.
FOURTH: When he applied for the printing permit for a book
of Evolution with the Ministry of Information and Culture, he
ran into problems. A Ministry official came to see him, confid-
ing that an influential priest from Huế had wrote a letter to the
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Cà Mau, 1975
Today Mr. Chín Binh took three of his kids to me. “Would you
please baptize them, Father. So busy fighting during the war,
now I have a chance to come back to the faith.”
“How old is this big boy?”
“Eight”
“I’ll baptize the two younger ones for now. The older boy
has to take catechism first. I’ll find them a godmother.”
The two little girls, Loan and Phượng were happy like Tết
with the prospects of baptism and a loving godmother...
After the registration procedures at the church entrance, I
took the girls up to the sanctuary for the next ritual.
Reaching up to the area, Phượng suddenly howled like get-
ting stung by a bee, and nobody could calm her down. I asked
her godmother “What happened, Lụa?”
“She saw Lord Jesus nailed on the crucifix, and she was ter-
rified!”
I shook my head, deep in thoughts.
Little Phượng was shocked. This shock would turn into an
un-erasable impression. The first memory in life about Christi-
anity was that bad? Terrifying and horrifying?
My Lord! The image of your crucifixion was the most be-
loved image of my life, an ultimate impression of love, but to-
day, that has become little Phượng’s terror!
I thought of the pedagogy method of catechism, then asking
myself–
Should history of redemption be presented that way to the
children, and like that to the non-believers?
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1 The Catholic Church was the only one in Europe during the Middle Ages with
its own laws and large coffers. Church leaders sat on the king’s council and
played leading roles in government. Bishops, who were often wealthy and
came from noble families, ruled over groups of parishes called “diocese.”
Parish priests, on the other hand, came from humbler backgrounds and often
had little education. The village priest tended to the sick and indigent and, if
he was able, taught Latin and the Bible to the youth of the village.
Saigon, 1971
ODAY WAS THE EVANGELIZATION CONVENTION opening
day at St. Paul Convent’s chapel. I was the host speaker. It
was the first time in my life I spoke in front of an audience
with that many big-timers. I was pretty nervous, having to in-
hale deeply several times for the nervousness to subside.
“I firmly believed that the evangelists have to begin their
missions by being on the road; Being on the road to know what
to do, how to do, and do it to what extent. Our Lord Jesus had
traveled on foot, and traveled nonstop. Saint Paul had done the
same”... I used an excerpt from Ben Gurion, 1
“The Israeli soldiers had to learn and loved their country
with their feet!... The evangelists could use the public commu-
nication means, but have to use their own feet, best to be there
physically to communicate one-on-one with the non-Christians.
Face-to-face, word-to-word; that’s how love was born. Evange-
lizing without love won’t be evangelizing. Have to be on ones’
way, and be there physically to get it”...
My speech’s was brief and precise, so it got more applause
than usual. Just a few steps from the podium, I ran into my Di-
rector Pastor Hiến Minh. He squeezed my hand tightly, and
praised me with two words.
“Well done!”
His enthusiasm and praise had motivated me greatly, and
reenforced my belief...
“The evangelists have to begin their missions by being on
the road; Be on the road to know what to do, how to do, and to
do it to what extent.”
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1
David Ben-Gurion (1886 -1973,) first Prime Minister of Israel.
Author Rev. Pio Ngo Phuc Hau (center) on his way in Nam Can, 2004
Three or more hour walking distances were routine to him.
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41. CAI RAN, JOY & GRIEF 217
an exhausted woman. Mrs. Tám sank down, her life ended. The
river was mindless, and the people heartless.
Lê Thị Hà left behind a husband, six children, and a two-day
old grandchild. Hà and a daughter of twelve just registered for
catechism, hoping that God would bless her with the rest of her
family converting. Hà didn’t have enough time to be baptized
before the death came. Pain of this magnitude could result in her
husband’s and children’s lost of faith in Christianity.
Oh God, how can one bear this much pain! That heart-
breaking lament was not an indication of hope, even a slimmest
one...
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1
The fruit of Avicennia marina, or Gray Mangrove, one of several mangrove
tree species in Vietnam. “Chang Đước” is the aerial roots of Rhizophora
apiculata Blume, a higher valued specimen among those.
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42. SEARCHING FOR THE LOST ONES 221
nana trunk. The alcohol was robust with a big nose of sweet-
rice. Drink for a good time, and also for a bad one. Sitting with
me were three of her children and a few neighbors.
Mr. Năm (Mrs. Út’s son) confided. “The last words of my
father were “We live here like the “đước” 2 amidst a forest of
“mắm.” 2 “Đước” had no choice but to live with “mắm.” Here,
where we got no Christian to marry, then we had to marry oth-
ers, but at least keep our own faith!”
“But the “đước” was dying out! Let’s do some planning to-
gether–I’ll send someone here to stay with you, teaching your
offspring catechism. To your sons and daughters in-law, you tell
them who the Lord is. If they know he is the Father, they’ll love
him naturally. How does it sound to you?”
“Sure! It would be best with nuns though!”
Before getting into my mosquito nest, I privately asked Mrs.
Tư Quý, “Is there a restroom here?”
“There is one, way in the back, but you’ll have to wade in
mud up to here”... She marked half way to her knee with a fin-
ger.
“What if I need it in the middle of the night?”
“Just go to the riverbank then. It would be too dark to be
seen anyway!”
Out there, the night was pitch black and sprinkling. I thought,
If the nuns were sent here, how would they cope with it? Would
it be possible to “Live As” one hundred percent? There’s cer-
tainly not an easy answer!
The toilets built on the riverbank were removed as ordered
by the local officials. The modern toilets were not here yet. Just
a simple hole in the ground like those in the highland cannot be
done here. So, ones have to go to the extreme, banking on the
darkness of the night...
But the Good News could not be delayed just because of
that!
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1
Nguyễn Long Phi (1884-1964,) a peasant in Đầm Dơi, Cà Mau, who was na-
tionally known for his talent in storytelling. Among the stories, the character
of “Mr. Đậu” (literally and actually a Vietnamese version of Mr. Bean) was
most famous and best loved, thus came forth the colloquial “Tệ như vợ thằng
Đậu,” literally “as dumb as Mrs. Bean,” referring to a dim-witted person.
Đậu’s real name is Nguyễn Quốc Trị, Nguyễn Long Phi’s only grandson from
Nguyễn Tứ Hải (his only son) and Nguyễn Thị Anh.
2
Again, “Mắm” and “Đước” are both mangrove trees, with “Đước,” more
commercially valuable being straighter, taller, and a better wood.
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43. BLACK TEETH 227
Her lips were swollen up. She looked at the mirror secretly from
time to time... What a suffering! She had willingly suffered to be
beautiful, and to be human. 1
1. SUFFERING FOR BEAUTY. Black teeth were glorious. Black
teeth had marched victoriously into the national culture. Black
teeth were caressed by literatures. Thousands and thousands of
people had hailed black teeth like a crowded queen. Among the
ten most desirable qualities of a lovely girl, black teeth were
number four. “...Three: Love your cheek dimples; Four: Love
your teeth comparable with black pearls...”
I could clearly recall back in those days at my elementary
school, our teacher had an essay read in class, describing the
scenery of a country village at dawn; In the story, the girls were
on their way to the rice fields, talking and laughing happily,
showing “full sets of teeth as glossy black as the sugar-apple
(annona squamosa) seeds” (sic)
The Diocese of Hưng Hóa back then had a seminarian named
Phan Trọng Kim from Xuân Bích Grand Seminary in Hanoi. He
had a set of black teeth that was so famous in the Diocese. His
teeth were even and glossy black like rows of sugar-apple seeds.
Everywhere he went, he proudly showed them off. Everyone
wanted to see it to believe it... There must be several young la-
dies who secretly fell in love with his teeth, and broken hearts
when he was ordained.
2. SUFFERING TO BE HUMAN. I remembered, after the Au-
gust Revolution, 2 there was a girl who swore not to dye her teeth
black. That angered the whole village. “What kind of girl who
got teeth white as such of buffaloes and horses!... Gotta dye your
teeth black at the age of fourteen... White teeth are for animals
only!... Teeth white as pigs’ would make you so unfit and un-
wanted for marriage!”...
That’s right! Who knew for how many thousand years, black
teeth were the teeth of the decent people. The Parish priest, the
Dean, the pastoral care minister lady... all dyed their teeth black.
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1
The tradition of tooth blackening originates from marriage rites. A woman is
deemed to be ready to be married after she undergoes her first tooth blacken-
ing ceremony. During this process usually three applications are made since
saliva washes out the dyestuff. During this time a woman is unable to eat solid
food and has to drink through a straw. Other than discomfort due to some
hunger, there are little side effects of this procedure. Some women had their
whole mouths swell up, gums burned, and lips stung.
The cultural reason for tooth blackening was due to a belief that only wild ani-
mals, demons and savages had long white teeth. Originally, some Vietnamese
would blacken their teeth in order not to be mistaken for an evil spirit. There
are ancient statues in Vietnam that depict people holding objects in front of
their teeth when speaking to royalty – this was done out of respect from having
the royalty exposed to the servants’ white teeth. Some people in Vietnam still
hold a hand in front of their mouth when they speak, traditionally out of the
respect.
Another reason besides tradition is that tooth blackening prevents tooth decay
in people who can’t afford dental care, and those who have had their teeth
blackened keep a full set of teeth longer than people who have not. Further-
more, teeth blackening people believed to live healthier and longer.
2
On August 19, 1945, the Việt Minh under Hồ Chí Minh began the “August
General Uprising,” which was soon renamed the August Revolution, also
known as the “Uprising by the Indochinese Communist Party.”
3
Pastoral Constitution on the Church in the Modern World “Gaudium et Spes”
by Vatican II on Dec. 7, 1965.
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44. MELANCHOLY
The priest was invited over for the last rites. The ultimate condi-
tion for the final rites was forgiveness. The man firmly said no
to that. The priest asked earnestly. “The Lord was innocent, but
yet the Israeli crucified him; But he forgave them all–Father,
forgive these people!”
“He is what he is, and I am what I am. This enmity has been
and will be for generations. I cannot forgive it!”
Having lost the first hand, the priest played the second one,
bluffing. “If you don’t forgive, you’ll go straight to hell!”
“I’d rather go to hell than to forgive!”
Loosing the second hand, the priest played down on the last
one. He held up the cross. “Look up here to the Lord, the Lord
of Love. Pray with me–Lord, forgive me, and help me to forgive
my enemy.”
Mr. Nguyễn shut his eyes, turned to the wall, and exhaled
his last breath.
2. WHEN I WAS YOUNG, my grandfather came to see us. He
picked my little brother up, embraced him tightly, and kissed
him profusely. The young boy bursted out crying. My mother
flew over to get him back. The boy didn’t stop crying. She had
to pretend to hit Grandpa–Grammy hurt my baby, Mommy hurt
Grammy back, here!... here!...
Fully satisfied with the revenge, my little brother stopped
crying. Few minutes later, he went right back to his grinning.
Seeds of animosity had been sown into our souls right from our
youngest days. They had germinated, sprouted up, developed,
and continuously nurtured by encouragements of hatred here
and there in the classrooms of schools and the classrooms of
life...
Fifty years later, the seeds of love and of forgiveness were
sown into it afterward...
It was too late. Consequently, the seeds of love and of for-
giveness were choked to death in the fields of animosity!
44. MELANCHOLY 235
straight to a bar. When he left the bar, he took only his alcoholic
breath home as a souvenir.
3. I ASKED A YOUNG MAN “What do you do for a living?”
“I patch bike tires”
“How much you make a day?”
“Fifty grand” (~US $4)
“How much of it did you give to your Mom?”
“She took care of me. She let me spend the money I make....
Every day, I got a bowl of ‘phở,’ a pack of Jet® cigarette, a glass
of iced coffee, and the rest for ‘happy hour’ with my friends.”
“So where’s the saving for your future marriage?”
“My Mom will take care of that!”
4. A LITTLE GIRL JUMPING AROUND in front of the parish
house, holding a large piece of fried banana, chewing on it nois-
ily, lips over-glossing with oil.
“Come here, my little one! How much you spent a day on
snacks?”
“Mummy gimme two grand (~US $.15); if that not ‘enuf,
she’ll gimme more!”
“Save two hundred ($.02) a day in a piggy bank, and at the
end of the month, give it to the church, okay?”
“If Ông Cố wanna have a bowl of noodle mix, I’ll get you
one; but if Ông Cố want me to save $200 a day, I’m not gonna
play with you no more”...
5. A YOUNG STRANGER popped in and out at the door. “Are
you the priest, uncle?”
“Yes. What can I do for you?”
“I herd ducks for hire. Came home one day after drinking
with friends, my lady left.”
“Where did she go?”
“Back to her hometown in Đồng Tháp. Now I gotta go there
to get her. Would you gimme a few grand for the bus fare?”
“Working for hire with not a dime in your pocket?”
“Barely hand to mouth, it ain’t ‘nuf for saving”...
44. MELANCHOLY 237
There’s no way for him to tend duck, 3 take his wife along, and
save at the same time. A day worker who spent time with friends
until his wife left? Lots of questions... Give him ten thousands?
Damned if do and damned if don’t. Giving or not giving, which
one would be more benevolent? Just go ahead and help them
and only help myself with melancholy?... Perhaps I have to stop
civil development, since it was mostly in vain. Perhaps I have
to start with public education first instead, and then let them
develop economically by themselves. Perhaps poverty and il-
literacy will be forever burdens on my shoulders, pushing me
down until the day I break.
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1
“This is what I say to all who will listen to me: Love your enemies, and be
good to everyone who hates you. Ask God to bless anyone who curses you, and
pray for everyone who is cruel to you” – Luke 6:27-28
2
On tenth of an ounce of gold.
3
Free range duck herding required him to move from village to village, place to
place, mainly to keep the ducks out of people’s rice fields.
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45. ABSTINENCE AND FASTING 239
the fishes into the net. Wading and playing with mud were our
favorite pastime–a forbidden pastime that was once in a lifetime
approved and encouraged. We were so thrilled!
The Lenten dinner of that year was the best dinner of the
year. The old Parish priest and the seminarians were so well fed.
And us, we didn’t care for it, and weren’t allowed to have any of
it anyway. Kids were never allowed to eat raw fish salad. Play-
ing was much better.
The story ended, with no question from the audience. Every-
body was having a good laugh. Everybody knew that meat eat-
ing was prohibited by the laws, but not fishes. Nobody realized
that eating fresh fish salad, the dish that luxury was a serious
violation of the law of abstinence, a violation of law in the name
of the law itself.
I took the book of Roman Missal out to read the opening
prayer to reconfirm the purpose of abstinence.–Lord, today, we all
abstinence and fast to start upon the spiritual contest. Please help us
to gird ourselves for intense ascetic struggle to strengthen ourselves
in gaining the victory over the demonic powers...
I additionally read the Lenten Opening Prayer III–You want
us to use abstinence to express our gratitude to you. From that, we
the sinful, can alleviate our insolence, and when help caring for the
indigent, we know how to follow your benevolence.
Thus, obviously, the purpose of abstinence was solely to
spiritually strengthening though self-restraining in food indulg-
ing and expense spending in order to fight against and win over
temptations, and moreover, saving some to help the poor.
Thus, obviously, my old Parish priest had completely de-
fied the purpose of abstinence and fasting through the feast of
fresh fish salad that year. However, the bottom line was, he was
totally innocent. So who has been actually at fault? It had to
be the legislators. The presentation of the law in form without
presenting the moral of the law was how I’ve been taught in the-
ology class. My professor himself said, “Eating balut would not
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Cà Mau, ...
Today the Bishop came to join Minh Hải Diocese’s reflection.
I shared. “Your Excellency, I realized that the abstinence laws
were so fractional and comical. Eating a piece of pork meat con-
stitutes a grave sin, but eating a whole pot of braised eels would
not. Why consuming the cold-blooded was accepted?”
“This law was originally devised for the Westerners. Over
there, a meal with no meat would instantly become ascetic.”
“Your Excellency, do the people in France still practice ab-
stinence?”
“Generally, they no longer care; but in several localities, the
sales of meat were still officially banned on Friday, not for re-
ligious reasons, but for the benefits of the fishermen’s unions
instead.”
“I suggest that the abstinence and fasting laws to be adjusted
to achieve the goals that the Church had set forth.”
45. ABSTINENCE AND FASTING 243
1
The law of abstinence prohibits Catholics from indulging in meat diet on duly
appointed days. Meat diet comprises the flesh, blood, or marrow of such ani-
mals and birds is constitute flesh meat according to the appreciation of intel-
ligent and law-abiding Christians. For this reason, the use of fish, vegetables,
mollusks, crabs, turtles, frogs, and other cold-blooded creatures is not at vari-
ance with the law of abstinence.
2
16-19 day-old fertilized duck eggs.
3
See Professor Trần Duy Nhiên – See Appendix, page 325
4
The edible bird’s nests traditionally used in Chinese cooking for over 400
years, most often as bird’s nest soup. Mostly white-nest Swiftlet (Aerodramus
fuciphagus) and the black-nest Swiftlet (Aerodramus maximus,) these are
among the most expensive animal products consumed by humans. In Hong
Kong, a bowl of bird nest soup costs US $30 - $100. One kilogram of white
nest can cost up to US $2,000, or up to US $10,000 for “blood red” ones.
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46. THE UNEXPECTED 245
Cà Mau, ...
I just came back from Bà Hính after two long days for a memo-
rial anniversary. Everyone was exhausted, but happy.
Mrs. Bảy Hó had tuberculosis. She was baptized by the Sis-
ters about a month before dying. The last wish that she had mut-
tered to her family members was “Invite the priest home for the
rites.” The wish was honored and carried out in full.
Two concelebrating Masses were said in a non-Catholic
home. Her immediate family members, her relatives, her neigh-
bors and all stood in two straight lines, offering incense uni-
formly and formally under the guidance of Sister Marie.
There were murmurs... “The Catholic also offer incense like
us, paying respect to the deceased with their hands clasped over
their heads like us, but yet they do it uniformly, and beautifully.
Mrs. Bảy is so lucky!”
After Mass and right after dinner, the group from Cà Mau
was dispersed into the village looking for places to stay over-
night. Rev. Mười Râu and me shared a bed. Sister Marie and a
few Catholic mothers went into the house’s inner quarter. The
homeowner cordially said “Good night Reverend! I gotta stay up
tonight at the mourning family. I’ll see you in the morning!”...
“Thank you, Mrs. Hai!”
This morning, before I finished washing my face, I was sur-
rounded by the choir members, telling me secrets. “Last night,
Mrs. Hai, not knowing that we were staying here, had said open-
ly, I had pretended to leave, but actually, I stayed back secretly
vigilant for an hour to see if there were any woman slipping
into the mosquito net of the priests!” ... “She also observed, The
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2
1925,Vatican set up a Resident Superior Head Office in Vietnam, oversee-
ing Vietnam, Thailand, Cambodia and Laos – 1950, Vatican chose Monsignor
Dooley to be the resident superior of the office – 1951, Monsignor Dooley
issued a Catholic Epistle that reads “...We are aware of our responsibility to
remind brothers and sisters to be alert and to fight against the great danger
of Communism at present. You are not allowed to join the Communist Party,
to cooperate with the Communists, or to do anything that may help the Com-
munist Party to be in power”... In 1959, it was moved to Saigon. The last
representative of the Vatican, Henri Lematire, left Vietnam in August 1975.
1973, Pope Paul VI officially received Minister Nguyễn Xuân Thủy of the
Democratic Republic of Vietnam and Minister Nguyễn Văn Hiệu of the Pro-
visional Revolution Government of the Republic of South Vietnam during the
signing of the Paris Agreement.
1975, The relation between Vietnam and the Vatican was “frozen”.
1989, Cardinal Roger Etchegaray, representative of Pope John Paul II, came
to Vietnam. This was the first time since 1975 that a high-ranked officer of
the Vatican had come to visit the Vietnamese Catholic Church. Cardinal
Etchegaray said that he came to Vietnam as a messenger of peace. The visit
of the Vatican’s head of the Department of Justice and Peace helped open the
diplomatic ties between the State of Vietnam and the Holy See.
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1990, a delegation from the Vatican led by cardinal Etchegaray, and including
Monsignor Claudio Celli, the under-secretary for foreign affairs and Monsi-
gnor Banabe Nguyễn Văn Phương from the Ministry of Missionary Works.
This was the first time that the Vatican’s delegation had come to officially
work with the Vietnamese government. The delegation began by talking about
issues of the shared interests. The two sides signed an agreement.
Until March 2007, there have been 13 working visits paid by the Vatican’s of-
ficers to Vietnam (Nguyễn Hồng Dương–The Relationship between the State
of Vietnam and the Roman Catholic Church at the Present–2007).
3
Phan Văn Trị (1830-1910) a patriotic poet, graduated as bachelor in the
Nguyen Dynasty (1849.) He set up a school and taught instead of serving the
royal court. His anti-French reflected by engaging in a poetic polemic with
Tôn Thọ Tường, a fellow poet who collaborated with the French.
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“I did. The doctor said there’s nothing wrong with her. I took
her to a shaman way down in Năm Căn; He said it would take an
offering of a pig. Didn’t work. We went to another shaman way
back in U Minh. Another pig. The illness remained unchanged.
“It” wouldn’t let her eat; She’s now so thin and green like a ba-
nana leaf. I’ve spent a few ounces of gold already, and took out
all possible loans, I just gotta let whatever happen happens”...
I introduced him to a rural herbal health clinic in Kien Giang.
A month later, the clinic sent her back. “Any sign of improve-
ment, Mr. Hai?”
“A little bit”...
One day, a nun informed “The girl B. had killed herself”...
“How?”
“Self-strangulation.”
I didn’t know what to say to Mr. and Mrs. Hai for condolenc-
es. Bad luck did come in pairs! Tell him to bravely endure, how
could anyone do in such dire straits? Tell him to pray? How, to
whom, and what for? Mr. Hai didn’t have a religious faith. I felt
completely helpless.
and tenderly. He was her only hope, and her last one. She would
take care of him ‘til the end of her days, and love him for the rest
of her life... amidst the worst of poverty and hunger...
I silently came back to the boat, visiting the next family, wit-
nessing another, and another life of endless sufferings, only to
have my admiration for the mother of “Dick the Robot” grown
deeper and deeper for the day, and forever...
“Your mother can’t see, you can’t see, so only your wife
work to feed this family?”
“No, the number six (younger) brother takes care of his mother,
big brother, sister in law, and the little Lủng. His arms and feet
were also party disabled, but still permit him to scratch by. He’s
cutting grass on the fields. Let me send somebody for him”...
The number six brother dragged himself in from the yard,
soaking wet.
“Can this arm hold the scythe?”
“Yes.”
“Fist fight?”
“Dare not!”
“Why?”
“No match!”
“How old are you?”
“Thirty-six.”
“When will you marry?”
“I’m disable, that would only mess somebody’s life up”...
“What if they love you? What if there’s a girl telling you, Oh
Mr. Number Six, I love you so much! If I can’t be your wife, I’ll
surely die... What would you say to that?”
“Dare not!” he said shyly, gleefully giggling.
I tapped his shoulder goodbye. Somebody whispered.
“Brother Hai’s wife might have leprosy!”
The village police told the boat driver to drop by Thầy Chùa
canal. A woman in her best years running toward us.
“I’ve heard that you have a daughter who’s an amputee?
May I see her?”
“Yến, come out here... the uncle wants to talk to you!”
“How old are you?”
“I’m sixteen.”
“Which grade are you in?”
“I’ve quit at the fifth.”
“Could you help your parents with only one arm?”
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pain of having his second child born with no rectum must have
driven him into suicide! Poor Yến... so pretty yet amputee! Ear-
lier, when I asked her about her future, she said, What ever!”...
I would not be giving up on her, but for now, I don’t know
what to do for a young girl who has only one arm and a boy who
has no rectum.
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The Vietnamese war had ended rather abruptly with the liberation of Saigon
and the reunification of the country in 1975. For many Vietnamese, however,
the struggle was not yet over. Before, and more right after the war ended in
April of 1975, refugees began to fan out from Vietnam in small wooden boats,
often of questionable sea-worthiness. It is thought that between one and two
million Vietnamese left their homeland in this manner. By some estimates up to
half of these people died at sea, either at the hands of pirates or due to thirst,
starvation, or drowning. Boats ran into storms, capsized, got lost, fell apart.
At that point the law of the sea provided that ships that picked up or res-
cued people in distress at sea were obliged to take responsibility for those
people. Many Vietnamese were picked up by ships from a variety of nations
and delivered back to Southeast Asia. The United Nations High Commission
on Refugees (UNHCR) had by then set up camps for the Vietnamese refugees
in several locations, including two in the Philippines–Palawan and Bataan.
Initially these two camps were set up with the idea of processing refugees for
resettlement in third countries; They were in fact called Refugee Processing
Centers. The understanding was that most of these refugees would be resettled
in the U.S. and had to be “trained” first, especially in English. But some other
nations which had rescued refugees at sea did later accept them and provided
some language training in the camps as well.
Eventually the camps all over Southeast Asia were to be closed and the re-
maining refugees repatriated. However, during the presidency of Corazon
Aquino (1986–1992,) no forced repatriation was carried out; but under the
subsequent Ramos presidency, the pressure increased. The refugees immedi-
ately appealed for help to the Center for Assistance to Displaced Persons
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(CADP,) which was the social action arm of the Catholic Bishops Conference
of the Philippines, thus the issue went to the very top of the church.
The Chair of the CADP was the Mother Directress of the Daughters of Char-
ity. Bishops Arguelles and Pedro Arigo of the Palawan Vicariate were Board
Members together with Sister Maura and others. Daughters of Charity of Vin-
cent de Paul Le Thi Triu was the administrator (Many Vietnamese-Americans
still remembered her with profound respect and affection.)
When Vietville was first set up, it housed approximately 150 families, provid-
ing its residents with a simple but congenial and healthy life style–There was a
park and children’s playground with various pieces of play equipment, a Cath-
olic chapel, and a Buddhist shrine and temple. (Oscar & Susan Evangelista
- The Vietnamese in Palawan, Philippines: A Study of Local Integration.)
Presently the village is self-governed and observes rules and regulations de-
signed and approved by all participants. Some refugees have taken the op-
portunity afforded by the travel permits and the open camp policy issued by
the Church when a Memorandum of Understanding was signed for business
opportunities on different islands within the Philippines. They are now en-
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gaged in various businesses. They make Vietnamese noodle, bean sprouts, and
French bread that they sell in the restaurant they manage and in some outlets
in downtown Puerto Princesa (Elmer Nocheseda - Palawan’s Little Saigon.)
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48. RENOVATION
Repaint Saint Rocco for us exactly like he was!”... Next day, the
Parish priest got an order from the Diocese–Leave the parish
within 24 hours!
4. I CAME TO NĂM CĂN in 1971. In the following year, 1972,
I had a statue of Mother Mary erected in front of the church. The
statue was made of white cement, one-and-a-half meter high.
The pedestal was made of empty rocket boxes. During an un-
usual high tide, the church courtyard was completely flooded.
The turquoise sky was beautifully clear, turning the flood water
surface into a mini ocean. The statue of Mother Mary looked
like a white sail that was magnificently launching forward. She
was like the Queen of Heaven and Earth, and of the Oceans.
Năm Căn Mission Station would follow her to five oceans of the
world... I kept on silently enjoying that ecstasy until one day, an
old woman spoke publicly in front of the station, pouting. “This
priest is so cruel... having Mother Mary standing there all day in
the burning sun... Poor her!”
In 1980, I built a pedestal and erect a statue of Mother at the
church of Bảo Lộc. Mother Mary, again, stood in the open, bear-
ing with the weather. One day, Mrs. Chín Khòm tugged on my
sleeve. “Father, I’ll pay for her umbrella... It’s so pitiful!”
“Don’t pity her. She had to stand in the open like that to be
the Queen of Heaven and Earth!”
“Really?”
Mrs. Tám came back from Hòa Thành, telling me. “The
Mother Mary at Hòa Thành was so ‘numbingly’ beautiful, stand-
ing in a glass showcase. Poor Mother Mary at Bảo Lộc, having
to endure...”
“Oh yeah? Building a glass showcase was easy! But I was
afraid that there wouldn’t be enough oxygen in there. She might
be suffocated, you know!”
“You talk weird, Father!”
5. A NUN TOLD ME. “Adults take Eucharist in hand, kids
should have taken it in the mouth!”
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“Why?”
“Their hands were so dirty. Playing with sand until time to
come in, then hold the Eucharist like nothing happened!”
“Well, hands are not as dirty as mouths; Mouths are not as
dirty as stomachs. God wouldn’t mind neither, as long as it was
taken solemnly!”
“?!”
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1
Ad Orientem (facing east) vs. Versus Populum (facing the people): Churches
have traditionally been built facing the rising sun, symbolistically turning
toward the Lord who is to come (eschatology.) In churches not facing geo-
graphical east, the Cross and Tabernacle become “liturgical east.”
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49. WANDERING
promised to lend his house for religious meeting, and for Mass...
Was this ‘the house of Mrs. Mary, the mother of James that God
was going to provide me with?
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1
It would not be wise to openly proclaim oneself as a Catholic to a stranger in
this region, especially for a former soldier like him.
2
Referring to the Cathedral of Dalat, in Lam Dong Province, that has a rooster
at the peak (decorative tip of a lightning rod?)
3
A statement of modesty.
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The day before yesterday, two nuns from the Warm Nest of Nhật
Hồng had come to Cái Rắn to attend the baptism for Tâm, a
blind girl. Yesterday, giving the little girl a special treatment,
they took her back all the way back home to Bến Bọng. Sister Út
went with them. This afternoon, she’s back, telling a Bến Bọng
story. “The toilet was so low. The front was only ye high, who
would dare to enter?” The Grandmother Sister kept shaking her
head. I incited her. “You should go right ahead, Grandma, or else
you would have to walk all the way to the back yard!”
“No way!”
“No way out instead!”
“!!!”
The Grandmother Sister was 83 years old, been there all
over the country, done that with numerous significant social po-
sitions, only to ended up shaking her head in despair!
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The Word had become man, and completely like us, except for
sin. But the people that The Word sent out were willing to live
like the locals–Eat like, live like, being weak like, and at times,
have sinned like them... but alas! fiercely refuse to take a dump
like them. It was that easy, but that difficult, very difficult. Me?
Many times, I had to say “I’d rather die than do it!”
Cultural Assimilation. When would that be?...
1
Semi-open toilet built over a fishpond, officially banned in Vietnam since
1994.
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from the office of finance, but they said no. If you give it to us,
we’ll build it right at Ông Tân Dam”
“You mean you want it, right? Tomorrow I’ll come back to
take a look at the site and have it started right away so that we
may catch up with the new school year... Oh, by the way, don’t
give me any red tape, okay? There’s no need for building plans;
My builders had already learned it by heart; Don’t collect build-
ing tax, since we’re at the far-flung localities, okay? Gotta save
as much as we can. See ya!”
That was how I began an unanticipated work that was di-
rectly involved by the Holy Spirit. He had dragged me along
like he did to Philip during Apostolic Era. The schoolhouse was
built at this time, a wonderful time. This wonder must be carved
into my memory, and for me to enjoy it all by myself...
...You must be surprised of how did I get to know you and now write to you...
There was a tourist group who came to our village in Yên Bái. Based on how
they addressed each other, I guess they were Catholic like us. They visited
my next-door neighbor. When they left, they forgot to take some copies of the
“Catholicism and the Nation Weekly” and a copy of your “An Evangelist
Diary” with them. Reading your diary, I was so thrilled, and started looking
for your address... I got a Catholic friend who never came to Mass. He said
“What for?” Would you please show me how to treat him? Should I continue
to be his friend?...
I wrote back right away. Out of the blue, I’ve got an evangelist
friend from afar, faraway...
Oh my Tầy girl!... Let’s bear witness to the Good News right where you are!
The Holy Spirit is the core of all evangelizing activities. Just pray with Him!
51. WHERE DID THE WIND COME FROM? 283
A French student who was obsessed with Vietnam, and had in-
sisted on traveling to Vietnam, visiting Hanoi, Hue, Saigon, and
Cái Rắn. Scenery of Vietnam is so beautiful! Culture of Vietnam
is so rich!... Loving Hanoi, Hue, and Saigon was no wonder, but
Cái Rắn?
This story had begun five years ago–
Mrs. François Roux came to Vietnam for an adoption. She
adopted Lộc, and renamed him Antoine. She confided. “Antoine
is a bunch of wonderful joy to me and my mother!” She asked
me to find Antoine’s biological parents. It was right here in Cái
Rắn ‘A’ village. And that’s how she came to love Cái Rắn. She
collected for Cái Rắn ten scholarships, $1 million each (~US $100)
a year. In Paris, she hired Emilie to babysit Antoine after school.
Emilie’s love for Vietnam had become up close and personal...
Those occurrences coincidentally connected into a chain of
events... just like having an invisible hand silently assembled the
components of a design that had been there for ages.
Emilie’s letter reminded me of St. Peter in Joppa. Peter was
praying on Simon’s roof. He got a vision telling him to come
preaching at Cornelius’ at Caesarea. He was confused when the
Holy Spirit came upon the non-believers. Coming back to Je-
rusalem, his colleagues took issue with him for mingling with
non-Christians. He explained... to their amaze, of God’s gifts to
the non-believers. Finally, he completely shed his conservative-
ness, and took side with Paul in fighting for the non-believers to
come to Christ without circumcision, and without being required
to observe Moses’ laws. That was a strategic renovation. Peter
played the key role in these chains of events, while he himself
had felt like he was in a trance...
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1
Vietnam is home to 54 ethnic minority groups, including Tày (also known as
Thổ.) They all have their own cultures and languages. Tày population geo-
51. WHERE DID THE WIND COME FROM? 285
graphically divides into Pa dí, Thổ, Ngạn, Phén, Thu Lao, with most speak
Thái-Kadai, and live mainly on the lower mountains of North Vietnam. The
population of Tày comprises roughly 1,5 millions in 2005, representing the
second largest group after Kinh, the mainstream population of Vietnam.
2
By the military security agents during his civil detention.
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2
An expression describing the ‘clouds’ of mosquitoes that came out from the
mangrove forests right after sunset.
3
In 1972, US $1 equalled VN$78. A 750 ml beer cost about VN$18, or US
$0.24, and 40 liters of rainwater cost VN$150, or US $1.90. “Medicinal wa-
ter” hereby meant “rượu đế,” the sweet rice alcohol.
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1 Typhoon Linda, the strongest storm to ravage Vietnam in nearly a century and
described by relief officials as a “huge natural disaster.” On the 2nd of Nov.,
Linda hit the southern tip of Vietnam, the Cà Mau province, causing unprec-
edented havoc with over 435 people were reported killed and 3,660 fishermen
gone missing. Nearly 80,000 houses are reported as destroyed and almost
140,000 as badly damaged. Infrastructure (roads, schools and hospitals) also
suffered heavily and huge swathes of rice paddy were swamped. The hardest
hit provinces were Kien Giang, Cà Mau, Bạc Liêu, Soc Trang, Trà Vinh, Ben
Tre and Vũng Tàu. It was the worst typhoon to strike the area in 100 years.
“The loss of life and craft at sea has been the greatest in living memory,” said
Perry Smith, CWS representative in Hanoi. Damage was estimated at over US
$500 millions.
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“Why did you say that? They stung you out of their cruel
nature, not because you’re stupid. You can’t be stupid!”
“Yep! The bees were smart, and I was stupid; The Typhoon
Number Five was smart, and we were dumb. Storming was the
law of nature, and we weren’t smart enough to know and pre-
pare ourseves for it!”
Mrs. Bảy was speechless, switching subject. “We three lost
our home. My son Nhơn came back to help for only one day,
and then left to go back to Cái Nước today already”...
Three steps further was Huế Tài’s, Mrs. Bảy’s son-in-law.
Huế Tài was squatting on the roof.
“Hey Tài, drop it; Come down here for a few draws on the
bamboo pipe! You’ve lived without a shelter for the last couple
days already, one more day wouldn’t hurt!”...
Huế Tài climbed down, pulled the pipe out, and lit one up
for me. “Yeah... your tobacco is pretty good! Smoky alright...
Hey Thùy, where did you crawl into during the typhoon? Were
you afraid?” I asked his little girl.
“Very!”
“Oh... you non-believer! Why afraid?”
The little girl smiled shyly. She must have remembered my
sermon about the day the Lord quieted the storm. That day, the
Lord and I displayed a proud banner that read–“Being afraid is...
coward! Being afraid is... lack of faith!”
Huế Tài ranted on. “The old men here kept asking me–In
the North, you guys got typhoons all the times... So what was it
like?–No matter how I had explained, they’d never get it. From
now on, all I gotta say is–That’s what it’s like!–The science of
man were still not there yet! An oncoming typhoon of that mag-
nitude yet was warned of only a few hours in advance... even my
Dad wouldn’t be able to run quick enough”...
Huế Tài always loved philosophy, so I talked philosophy
with him to keep our minds off of the Typhoon Number Five.
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“And you?”
“Domaine de Marie.”
“No, Couvent des Oiseaux!” a Dominican monk chimed in.
“And how about you, uncle?”
“I’m from Xây Dựng parish, and this man is from Vườn
Xoài. We’re are both members of the Unity Group.”
“Ah... and I know you, Sister! You are from Saint Paul Con-
vent. We have lots of memories of your Convent. You were at
number 4, we were at number 6 on Cường Để Boulevard.”
I wondered, if there were no Typhoon Number Five, would
these ‘strangers’ come to this end of Vietnam? If there were no
houses collapsed, would they get to know us, and to love us?
I had lost a church, half of a parish house, half of a school...
but won so much love in return. Was it profitable or loss? Every
time after a horrible disaster, history turned a new page in the
history of an individual, a community... I suddenly recalled what
Mười Râu said on Nov. 4th, 1997–We have to find out what God
wants to tell us through this event!
God must have turned some pages of history...
so people would have suffered less, and cries would be not too
sorrowful... During Mass this evening, I prayed a lot for P. P... in
appreciation, in gratefulness, and in return.
Dear Father,
We are a group of young disables... entering life with our limping legs. Af-
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Facing such dire straits, we, the unlucky ones ourselves, wish to share the
grief of others. We wish that there will be more altruistic hearts to pitch in, to
ease the pain of the people of Hậu Giang, helping them to get back on their
feet and rebuild their lives soon.
Respectfully yours,
Finished reading the letter, and looked at the naked five mil-
lion VND (~US $400 in ‘97) laying on the table, I felt heart-strick-
en. Now I knew exactly what bothered Sister Thảo.
The Sisters were Christian Virgins. They have no children
of their own, but their maternal love was immense as Pacific
Ocean. That motherhood have cared for, caressed, and raised
hundreds and thousands of unfortunate children who “entering
life with limping legs.” Saving dime after dime, and still not
having their leaking roof fixed yet... Now suddenly, Typhoon
Number Five arrived. The number of its victims kept raising, in
tens of thousands... The Sisters’ less fortunate children now had
to forget their own misfortune to help alleviating others’.
Misery was staggering, yet meanwhile, there were people
who couldn’t care less, and continued to throw money out of the
window indifferently on trivial pleasures. The mothers’ hearts
were so vast to their children, but too narrow for those with
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hearts of stone. Meek like the Sisters, but also resentful and re-
pressively angry like the Sisters, since life was so capricious, so
unfair... and since the Sisters’ children who had a tough enough
life, now going to have it tougher.
Today I left for Saigon. The letter from Nguyễn Thị Mai was
preciously kept in my book of Roman Missal. After the night
prayer, I read the letter from Nguyễn Thị Mai, the representative
of the young disable group who were limping into life again...
Yesterday, after reading the letter, I saw Sister Thảo being
resentful and repressively angry. Today, reading it again, I
saw Nguyễn Thị Mai being brightly lit like an Olympic torch–
Yesterday, reading this letter, I saw life like the distressful piles
of debris. Today, reading it again, I saw new flowers emerging
from the piles of ruins, giving off their wonderful scent to the
soft, caressing breeze...
Thank you, Nguyễn Thị Mai! Thank all of you, the young-
sters who were entering life with limping legs. Praise to you,
since from here on, you will no longer be limping into life, but
lead it into a smoothly paved road-of-love instead.
Congratulations to you all! Here I’m sending you a bouquet
of new flowers from the piles of ruins...
relief after relief. A friend asked. “Which theme will you pick
for this Christmas?”
“Not in my brain yet!”
“So how you’re gonna celebrate Christmas this year?”
“Don’t know yet, but for sure there won’t be entertainment.
Our priests and nuns were all so deep in relief, having no time
for the singing and the dancing rehearsals”...
“So you’re gonna forgo Christmas this year?”
“Not forgoing. This Christmas theme will be Humanity–
Building each other’s houses, giving each other gifts of chopped
off cajuput, beheaded hummingbird trees, torn up leaves, shar-
ing cans of rice, with some full, some half... The parish of Cái
Rắn had sent the victims of Typhoon Number Five more than
two thousand relief packages, fifty millions (~US $4,000) in cash,
rebuilt two township schoolhouses, each at twenty millions
(~$1,600). The local government had pitched in seven millions
(~$420) per schoolhouse... and the relief campaign is still going
on... thanks to the generous hearts from everywhere that were
not exhausted yet... That’s our 1997 Christmas, if it’s okay with
you?”
“Thanks to the Lord!”
Wait! Our Christmas of 1997 will have the youngsters who
were entering life with their limping legs too! It would be mag-
nificent!
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Feasts of All Saints and All Souls on November 1st and 2nd each year.
2
The Front is described by the Vietnamese government as “the political base of
people’s power.” It is intended to have a significant role in society, promoting
“national solidarity” and “unity of mind in political and spiritual matters.”
Many of the government’s social programs are conducted through the Front.
Recently, it has been given a role in programs to reduce poverty. The Front is
also responsible for much of the government’s policy on religion, and has the
ability to determine which religious groups will receive official approval.
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Cà Mau...
Brother Ba Hiến climbed up the stairs, then solemnly announced.
“The rat has been successfully caught! You guys are all invited
to Quản Long to joint us in the celebration feast!”
“Celebrating the catching of a rat?”
“Ah... it’s a just cause for we brethren to meet and share.
We’ve been living an austere life long enough. Gotta share a
meal together from time to time, right?”...
What a lovely idea!
Priests were the lonely kind. Lonely with the superiors,
and lonely with the laities. Looking up the rungs, chances to
have a friendly chat with the Bishops were probably once in a
blue moon. Looking down, chances to find a true friend among
thousands of laities were slim to none. Now, looking sideway,
among colleague priests, if we don’t find a way to get together
over meals, it would be less likely for us to get together to ex-
change and share our apostolic experiences.
Dear rats! Please come by more often so we priests have a
chance to share our meals, and love each other forever...
were eating, the subordinates were eating. The bodies were eat-
ing, souls were eating. All were eating at the same speed, with
the same intensity.
Happiness was just that. Heaven was right there.
I said to Sister Camille. “What a wonderful Agape. An ab-
solute equality and fraternity. There’s no difference between
higher and lesser, old and young. Everyone were as one. That
invaluable result was paid for at an unexpectedly low price–the
price of six green mangoes!”
To obtain a common happiness, we, at times, had to work so
hard only to reach to the point of You go your way, and I’ll go
mine! However, ones never knew that, at times, happiness was
waiting right there at the door. The fact of the matter was either
to open it or not!
Similarly, oftentimes, ones had to go through major surger-
ies that costs several ounces of gold each time only to prolong
life as a meager existence in an invalid body–while the whole
thing could have been cured simply with a handful of herbs that
were growing wild right in ones’ own backyards...
Cà Mau....
Today, we got together to share the good, the bad, and the ugly
experiences of our apostolic lives. The first hurdle was almost
always the residence permit. 1 Nevertheless, that impediment
was once dissipated like a thin cloud, thanks to an Agape–a
friendly dinner.
On that day, Tư Vinh took Mười Râu to go ear scratching
for a residence permit. “Mr. Hai, we’ve been living here like for-
ever! You must have known us so well by now... Give Brother
Mười a residence permit, please, Mr. Hai”...
“Hold on! You gotta drink with me first, and I’ll see to it!”
It was getting dark. Tư Vinh looked at Mười Râu. Mười Râu
stared back. To leave or not to leave, that’s the question... but not
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APPENDIX
‘Cái Rắn’ or ‘Cái Răng’? That’s right! It is Cái Rắn, not Cái Răng.
Cái Răng is in Cần Thơ, and Cái Rắn is a hamlet in the Village of Phú
Hưng, in the Ward of Cái Nước, and in the Province of Cà Mau.
For a longest time, Năm Căn and Cái Nước had become the symbols
of the most far-flung areas in Vietnam, the places that we might have
heard of, but never thought of setting our foot upon.
But before Typhoon Number Five, there were other typhoons that
have been ravaging this region for the longest time: The Typhoon of
Neglect, the Typhoon of Poverty, and the Typhoon Hunger.
The number of laities in the region was at 501 when Father Hau came to
this region on October 27, 1994, with seventy percent in a half-faithful
status. Being an evangelist, of course, he was eager to preach Good
News to a population of 14,000 strong in the village of Phú Hưng.
People in this village, other than a few who had sawmill or ricemill,
were mostly peasants who live off of the rice fields that were gradually
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In four year, he has helped build ten concrete bridges at the costs of
10 to 25 millions (~US $1,000 - $2,500) each, drill ninety water wells,
repair three schoolhouses at 20 millions (~US $2,000) each, and build
a brand new school house at 133 millions (~US $13,000.) In the last
few months, he had helped with eight tons of emergency rice for the
hungry, and during last three years, he had helped with more or less
20 tons a year. He has regularly granted 100 scholarships for the poor
students in the elementary school of the village, high schools in Cà
Mau, and even higher schools in Saigon. For the disable children and
the children with cleft lips, he has personally taken them to the clinics
in Saigon for the treatments. His contributions for the welfare of Phú
Hưng villagers has been mounting to billions ($100,000).
And his works have been moving along just like that. The concrete
bridges that he helped built have been built with supports from
various Catholic communities in Saigon, from a few rich individuals,
but mostly from the poorer ones, or, generally speaking, from the most
common people.
non-stop with the rest, having no time left for any paying job even if he
wanted to. He had to accept the help of Philip’s congregation. When
their boat sank near Malta island, he had nothing left but a shirt on
his back. With that, and no ‘real job,’ he still lived on. When he had
arrived back to Rome, he immediately rented a house for his mission
to continue. All of those expenses had not been paid for by his own
physical labor, but were provided by the people...”
Being an Evangelist, has Rev. Pio Ngo Phuc Hau been helping the
people in that manner to lure people to Christianity, or to march-
in-sync-with-the-nation as instructed by the Letter from the Bishop
Committee of Vietnam? No sir! None of the above! He just did it for the
Good News. “ What I’ve been doing were all for the poor. They need
to live happier, to be more happy, and to live more with dignity. I’ve
been doing it just because we all deserve to live like human. Through
that, if there were blessings for them to receive the Good News or not,
that would be up to God. For me, I have never thought of violating
ones’ freedom of choice in coming to Faith, since if I were out to lure
them, then I would have betrayed my own respect for their dignity.”
With that conviction, Father Hau had, in many cases, refused to accept
people who wanted to be baptized just because they had believed in
him, but not in God. And also, just for that, the number of his faithful
has reached to more or less one thousand, or in other words, only
doubled since he came. Among them, there were 159 adults who were
just baptized in September.
However, please do not assume that Father Hau had just concerned for
people’s dignity only. He has constantly reminded me and my friends
of what Pope John Paul II had reminded us all in the Redemptoris
Missio. “The Church had realized that its direct responsibility was
not for the world to ‘have more,’ but to ‘be more’. The Church had
also realized that the complete development of a person might only be
achieved through the Good News.”
Perhaps that, thanks to his unfortunate loss of hearing (since the deaf
would not be afraid of the loud gunshots,) he could only hear the
urgent call of Good News, a thing that many of us with fully functional
ears may never have been able to hear since we had to hear so many
other noises.
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To Professor Trần Duy Nhiên
By Rev. An Mai, C.Ss.R.
The place where I had a chance to meet with Professor Trần Duy
Nhiên for the first time was a place of love sharing: The Bình Dân
Hospital. After some inquiries, I realized that he was a ‘bosom friend’
of Ông Cố Pio (Rev. Pio Ngo Phuc Hau.)
The thing was, Ông Cố had undergone a major surgery there; Among
the bad news, there was a good one–During the days confining in
the hospital, Ông Cố had his ‘bosom friends’ visited and stayed with
him all day, and everyday. However, the presences of Ông Cố Hoàng
Hôn from the church of Ao Kho in Cà Mau and Professor Trần Duy
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It was not only to the Hospital, but Professor Nhiên had many, many
times travelled all the way to Cái Rắn to share the joy and grief of
Cố Hậu at those far flung evangelical fields. Whenever someone (in
Saigon) wanted to share with the poor, he had volunteered to take
them all the way down to that waterlog end of Vietnam.
That was the first time for me to meet with him, but the dear memory
of that would last forever in my mind.
Professor Nhiên––who was rather small and bony in figure, yet so full
of love. He had not only travelled extensively to Mai Hòa, Cái Rắn,
but people had often seen that small and bony figure bending down
caring for the unfortunates at various leprosariums and orphanages
also. He had been constantly on the road preaching the Good News
of Love until his last breath. With a pen (to write,) and a heart (to
give,) he had gotten his evangelization mission finally accomplished
on February 8, 2009, at 3:15 p.m., leaving this world in the arms of
his love ones at Chợ Rẫy Hospital (in Saigon, Vietnam).
reward? Just this: that in preaching the gospel I may offer it free of
charge, and so not make use of my rights in preaching it.”
Yes, Professor Nhiên had preached the Good News voluntarily, and
free of charge, expecting no rewards. He left this world empty handedly
in the eyes of the mortals; But by faith, and by now, he must have been
fully rewarded by God the loving Father as he had always believed,
and as confirmed by St. Paul. “I do all this for the sake of the gospel,
that I may share in its blessings.”
All his life, Professor Trần Duy Nhiên had marched tirelessly with
the Master, preaching the Good News by actually and physically
wrapping the wounds of the injured and caring for the sicks. No way
our Supreme Master would abandon him now.
Professor Trần Duy Nhiên had fulfilled his assignment. We, with our
on-going one, must follow his example, to continue preaching the
Good News of love tirelessly, so someday, we may see him again in
the Heavenly Kingdom.
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EPILOGUE
WHAT IS A CO-MISSIONARY?
Jesus appealed to his disciples to reach the lost. This appeal is commonly
referred to as the Great Commission. He wants us to preach the gospel to the
world. Most of us have not been called to walk away from our lives and jobs
to reach lost souls overseas. But God has called some to spend there lives in
far-flung countries teaching and preaching the gospel.
You may not be able to go, but you can support those who can. A Co-
Missionary is someone who cannot go, but chooses to sacrificially support
the missionaries who can. They support both spiritually through prayer and
financially through consistent offerings. They are fulfilling the commission
as Co-Missionaries.
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