February 2010 The Gift of Helena's Mission Trip to Young People in the Diocese of Salina,
Kansas
When I
was leaving India, Fr. Thomasiah Reddimasu asked me “What will you do when you go home?” Back to work I said,
“Is that all?” was his response. Only half of the work we do as missionaries is done in the field.
Often the most valuable part of our work is how we share our field missionary experiences with others.
Fr. Steve
Heina from the Diocese of Salina requested that Hand of Help send me to speak about my experiences (as a missionary)
with the elementary school students at St. Francis Xavier Grade School Junction City, St. John’s
Grade School Beloit, Tipton Community School Tipton, St. John’s Grade School Hanover and
St. Andrews, Abilene. I was more than happy to comply as I have found memories of speaking to the older students in
the Diocese last year. What a joy it was to meet the future missionaries of our Church!
The staff and students were
most welcoming and engaging. Our theme for this year was “How Can You be More Like God?” The children shared ways
they show their friends and family their love of Christ. They spoke of sharing, helping, praying and showing kindness. They
asked lots of questions, tried on saris, ate rice with their fingers, and figured out how to take a bath in a bucket. They
wrote wonderful thank you notes expressing their appreciation of my visit to their classes.
I also want to thank the families
that hosted me and welcomed me into their homes. There are good old fashioned values to be found in Kansas. Folks spoke about
their desire to serve God in their everyday lives. To give back the love Christ had given them, to make certain that their
children and grandchildren understood that we are all called to be Apostles of love and service. I am so blessed.
Helena Moniz
April 2009
My heart is filled with
joy after spending a week in Kansas. In the Salina Diocese, I encountered our future missionary students who already
know that we find God when we give of ourselves. Thank you Fr. Steve Heina, Director of the Pontifical Mission Society in
the Diocese of Salina. It is because of his kind invitation I was able to meet such delightful and faith filled young men
and women.



They all told stories of
how they share their faith with others. For some it is a bake sale on behalf of relay for life, for others it is helping at
school or at home with siblings or elderly grandparents.
I was warmly welcomed by
the CYM at St. Leo’s in Horton. I especially want to thank Fr. Earl for sharing his love of his parishioners with me
as well as his home. By the way, he is a wonderful cook!
From Horton I traveled
to Sacred
Heart High School in Salina and was greeted by Nancy and her staff. The students were engaging, using their imaginations
as they walked to the well to get water for bathing and doing their best to wear a sari.



I spent the night at the
home of Becky and Mark. Becky has done missionary work in Guatemala; initially traveling there as a chaperone for the children
of Sacred Heart and in the process she opened her heart to the children of Guatemala,
as well.
My next stop was St. John High School
in Beliot. Their teacher had been in the Peace Corps, so they are blessed by his experiences. They collected mittens and gloves
and graciously offered to send them to me for the poor and cold in India
Wednesday afternoon found
me at Tipton Catholic
High School, a charming brick building which housed the students. The
cooks told me about the personalities of the students. They are a caring and compassionate group. Fr. Damian, the local pastor,
teaches in the school weekly. He wants to be more than the Sunday pastor. He wants the students to have a relationship with
him. By his example the students will learn to live their faith.
Then on to Thomas More
Prep in Hays. All of the students I had the pleasure to meet on Thursday had questions, so many questions, which I love. They
inquired about the life style, educational process, and daily life in India.
We had an interesting discussion on the movie Slum Dog Millionaire.




The young people I met
in my travels are amazing! They looked in their mirrors and saw more than their own reflections; they saw the reflection of
Christ looking over their shoulders. They recognized those in their community that were in need and performed all sorts of
works of mercy; they took a stand for life, collected items and served food to the poor, to name but a few.
My final stop was in Junction City, home of St.
Xavier Catholic School where we started our day with morning Mass.
Here, as in the other schools, the students were willing to sit on the floor, turn off the lights, use very short pencils,
and participate with questions and activities.
The students were excited
to share with me their experiences in sharing the love of Christ by volunteering in nursing homes and with youngsters in the
Biddy Basketball program. By their remarks I knew that like most missionaries, they received much more than they gave . .
. the nature of the work
I could talk all day about
the bright, energetic, enthusiastic and just generally wonderful young people who are saying “Here I am, Lord . . .”,
but I do not know how I can possibly convey the light in their eyes, the joy in their hearts, what those who follow Christ
find, and give to others because they just cannot keep it to themselves. Without preaching, they are reaching so many others
with the love of Christ and that makes my heart sing!
August
05, 2008
I asked God, “What
is it you want of me?” The answers keep coming. In strange ways, ways filled with hunger, for food, warmth, medicine,
a roof, a shelter, through His face.

I am sheltered in Dharmasagar,
Andhra Pradesh India; yes there is poverty, hunger and homelessness. It is also a village filled
with love and compassion. A hand that reaches out is there to help and ask for help. The girls when faced with a hungry, hurt
fragile old man are quick to feed and take care of his thirst, to offer him a place to sit and some money before he is on
his way. They do this without being prompted; it comes naturally to people (in this case, children) who are fed better at
the hostel than they might be at home. It is a community of love, the kind that can only come to fruition when God is in the
midst of it, when He is the head of the household.

Daily I see people going
to the well for water because their home has none. The hut they live in is without electricity, water or sanitation. They
dry their clothes on the fields and bathe in the open for all to see, but not notice. Some cook outside on an open; fire rocks
being adjusted to regulate the temperature of the stove, because they have no gas. Maybe their home is below street level
with two rooms that flood each time it rains. They wear more often than not no shoes, or sandals, their feet leather like,
unaware of the heat of the roads or the sharp edges of the rocks. Looking from the back I see zippers that don’t close,
pants that are much too short and belts that can wrap around the waist twice. The saris have holes, the blouses are torn,
faded and frayed. Yet their hearts are filled with joy because He has called them by name and written each on the palms of
His hands.

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