GRADE EIGHT FINAL BLESSINGS-FEAST OF THE ARCHANGELS
- Published: Tuesday, 03 October 2017 16:17
More chance than planning but today September 29th Ruben Centre school gathered in the next door church for a thanksgiving mass and farewell to Class 8 students who will be completing their primary school in a month’s time. Due to the huge student numbers (2,700) only class 4 to Class 8 could squeeze into the mabati ( corrugated iron) church. I sat among them and simply marveled at this grand collection of God’s “unchurched. “ Engaging so enthusiastically into the ceremony. The priest assured each one of them that he/she had an angel who was very near. At the offertory a wee child was among the gifts presented to symbolize the gift of life that is from God and a stark reminder to our Class 8 students of their own humble wee beginning.
One Class 8 girl gave a great speech of appreciation for her, and her fellow class 8 students, for the lively, and fruitful education experience that has been their.
“On behalf of the candidates, I am indebted to the dedicated members of staff who have been a source of inspiration to us. Your constant counsel and sacrifice for our sake cannot go unrecognized. I let out my heart to you all. You have continued to hold our hands and installed knowledge and discipline in us; which without e would be nothing………….” Velma Moraa read on.
I was thoroughly engaged as I marveled at these children and their teachers. In reality it was 50s theology and ritual, made possible by a people and culture that knows they are not the ultimate master of this journey of life. Vulnerable to a host of very real dangers and foes,( a class 2 boy got electrocuted on Tuesday and will be buried tomorrow), challenged by hunger and a variety of threatening social dramas and fragile families frameworks, yet each of them was the very incarnation of the feast.
I could have asked all the ‘Malaika’(angles) Michaels, Gabrielles and Raphaels to stand and they all would have leapt to their feet shouting,” I am he.”I was asked to say something at the end and I told them I only needed one word and it was PROUD. Spontaneously they joined me spelling it out, not once but three times, P R O U D followed by a resounding clap and cheer for themselves. ‘WOTE NI MALAIKA KWELI ‘