UTUME KWA VIJANA – 17
Sahaya G. Selvam, SDB
Katekisimu kwa ajili ya Vijana – 2
Utangulizi:
Katika makala iliyopita tulieleza malengo ya “Katekisimu hii kwa ajili ya Vijana” na tulitoa maswali 11 pamoja na majibu yake. Katika makala hii tunaendelea na mfulilizo huo.
12. Kwa nini niungame kwa padre?
Ninapotenda dhambi ninajitenga na Mungu na kanisa (yaani Jumuiya/jamii). Padre kama mwakilishi wa Mungu na kanisa ananipatanisha na Mungu na kanisa. Pili, Mungu asiyeonekana ananijulisha kuwa amenisamehe kwa njia ya vitendo na maneno katika nafsi ya padre anayeonekana.
13. Katika sakramenti ya maungamo nieleze dhambi namna gani?
Ili nipate uponyaji kwa dhambi zangu, niwe nataja tendo nililofanya pamoja na mazingira na lengo lililokuwa nalo nilipotenda dhambi, kama nikiona linaweza kuathiri uzito wa dhambi.
Kwa kweli nikiwa nataja dhambi za jumla (k.m. nilivunja amri ya sita), hivi sitaonja uponyaji mwenyewe. Ninapoeleza wazi dhambi zangu ninaonyesha pia moyo wa majuto pamoja na nia ya kujirekebisha, kwa neema ya Mungu.
14. Mbona sisi […]
Author: selvam
Short Story – One Euro
The train is dashing through tunnels, gliding over bridges. But I sit there feeling homesick. The initial excitement of coming to Europe has now left an emptiness in my stomach. It is not that I am hungry. I simply miss theugali and sukuma wiki.
I miss the hustle and bustle of Korogocho. The nostalgic smell of the dark dirty soil. The tantalizing smell of nyama choma. The concealed fragrance of Omo from the washing of the clothes on the streets. The jostling crowds and the rubbing of shoulders. The bustling activity around the kiosks. The dirges sung by drunkards as they stagger their way home. The freedom of the children running around.
When you are in those wretched hovels of Nairobi’s slums you dream of being in the skyscrapers of America – or in the castles of Europe. But when you are here, suddenly you feel lonely. Strange!
It is not that the people here are unkind. In fact they are very polite. Very well trained in social etiquette. Simply, you are a stranger. You are not […]
Short Story – Under the Baobob
“Judy, what are you dreaming about?” The threatening voice of the teacher woke me up. I was indeed awake. But it was true that I was dreaming – daydreaming. What was I dreaming about? About the baobab tree that stood on our school campus? Yes and no.
There stood a baobab at our school campus. It stood right on the path between our classrooms and our dormitories. No one knew how old it was. But for sure, it looked quite old, as most baobabs are. Its trunk was decorated or, one could say, dirtied by a myriad of graffiti that ranged from names of girls who were once students in our school to names of boys who perhaps were once friends of our girls.
This morning the baobab had warned me as I walked to class.
I was actually thinking about Flora. As I sat in the class that day I watched Flora. She had her head down. Perhaps she didn’t take the porridge that morning. Most […]
Religious Life – Father Savio’s Fate
“Father Savio was a hard worker, great builder and a good religious.” This is how the provincial would have ended his eulogy at the funeral of Fr Savio.
Fr Savio had built several churches in the missions, and supervised even the construction of a formation house. He was not just a supervisor in these construction sites; often he worked in them himself. He was a six-footer with a well built physique -he could carry two cement bags on either hands and go up the stairs. He could drive long distances without any food or drink. Every one in the province praised him as a self-sacrificing Religious.
He said his prayers, whenever he was in the house. When he could not join monthly recollections – everyone knew Fr Savio was busy. Often he did not celebrate daily mass; sometimes he exercised his baptismal priesthood. When it was his turn to preside at the community Eucharist, he was more […]
Religious Life – The Active Ants
There was once a colony of ants. The colony was divided into many units, and each unit had its leader and the colony itself had its own leaders. Every unit was known for its hard work and tremendous activity. Since they worked hard some were always tired and sick, so others had to work harder. They worked so hard that they had no time for reflection, evaluation and planning. They always consoled themselves dreaming of the day when they will have enough ants to accomplish all their work. But that day never came. The new recruits always filled gaps. Their numbers never increased because of the situation that they had created for themselves some died (after all, isn’t true that ants do die?), others got sick and still others dropped out of the colony.
It is not that the ants were little devils. They always said their prayers (problem was perhaps they only said prayers!), they obeyed their rules (they were […]