Ash Wednesday in Madagascar
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- Written by Bp. Donald Pelletier, M.S.
That year I began Lent in a singular fashion.I went to Belo-sur-mer for Ash Wednesday. I felt bad for the Christians there – Fr. Yan is home on vacation in Poland – and figured I would make an effort to serve them as we launched into Lent. As the crow flies, Belo-sur-mer is only 45 miles from Morondava. In the dry season it takes about 4 to 5 hours by car – access is by a dirt track (we call it a road) that leads to two major rivers which are not spanned by bridges. You traverse seemingly endless salt flats and drive through miles of deep, fine sand.
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| Fr. Donald Pellietier, M.S., standing fifth from left, as a young missionary in Butafo, Madagascar |
Having traveled early in the morning I had all day to visit and meet with the people. We had a Mass at 5:30 PM after hearing confessions for 45 minutes. On Ash Wednesday we also had a good liturgy – except for the homily that was too long, all of 40 minutes. Over 100 people participated in the liturgy. After Mass there was a meeting in church to set up a visitation schedule because Fr. Yan – who regularly serves this place – will be in Poland for some time.





The year was 1952. As the bells of the Church of the Nativity rang out, calling Christians to the Christmas services, a Swiss priest, Father Ernst Schnydrig, M.S., stood watching a father bury his child in the muddy ground before his tent. A child had died of hunger near the very place where Jesus was born.


