Last
week I went to Donaldsonville, Louisiana to visit Fr. Ayo, MSP. In Donaldsonville, there
are many things that provoked thoughts in me. The Street behind the Church has
a big cemetery. Not quiet five minutes walk from the cemetery is a catholic
school. About three minutes walk from the school there is another Catholic
Church. You see, Fr. Ayo ministers to people of African descent at St. Catherine
of Sienna Church while Rev. Paul Yi, pastor of Ascension Catholic Church and
St. Francis parish, ministers to Caucasian Catholics. Both Churches can now
minister to people of any race, but in the past it was not so.
This
reflection is focused on the cemetery that is within a walking distance between
the two churches. As we walked pass it I observed absolute quiet and silence, a
kind of serenity and peace. I wonder who the residences of this facility were.
Were they peace loving or militant? Happy or sad? Racists or accommodating? White,
black, Asian or the ‘other’? Rich or poor? Does anybody care now the type of
car they had or not? Were they Christians or not? Catholics or Protestants? May
be they had no religious affiliation. Did they posse firearms? Were they
Democrats, Republicans or Independents? May be they had no party affiliation. Were
they Straight, Gay, Transgender or bisexual? And finally, what is the state of
their souls? Are they in heaven or hell? These and many more questions went
through my mind as we took our daily walk around the neighborhood and had the
privilege of passing the cemetery.
We
all should take a long loving walk around the cemetery every now then. This
will give us an opportunity to reflect on life and the lessons we could glean
thereof. You see, death is a great leveler, it doesn’t matter who you are or your
status in life, when you die you are not different from an animal, your
archenemy or your best friend. You will come to the same end and your
destination is the same six feet down mother earth. Here is how the Psalmist
sees it, “Why should I fear in evil days, the malice of the foes who surround
me, men who trust in their wealth, and boast of the vastness of their riches?
For no man can buy his own ransom, or pay a price to God for his life. The
ransom of his soul is beyond him. He cannot buy life without end, nor avoid
coming to the grave. He knows that wise men and fools must both perish and
leave their wealth to others. Their graves are their homes for ever, their
dwelling place from age to age, though their names spread wide through the
land. This is the lot of those who trust in themselves, who have others at
their beck and call. Like sheep they are driven to the grave, where death shall
be their shepherd and the just shall become their ruler”, Ps. 49. If we know
this then we should take St. Paul’s words to heart and behave accordingly.
Listen to him, “There must be no competition among you, no conceit; but
everybody is to be self-effacing. Always consider the other person to be better
than yourself, so that nobody thinks of his own interests first but everybody
thinks of other people’s interest instead. In your minds you must be the same
as Christ Jesus” Philippians 2:1-11. Let us learn our lesson from the cemetery
for the people there have so much to teach us just by their silence. This
indeed is the wisdom of the dead! Where we are today, they were and where they
are now we shall be!