Photos and Story by Fr. Bill Morell, OMI
“Jumping for joy” is not a phrase I would immediately associate with St Eugene, at least not from what little I know of his stature and temperament! But still, the phase comes to mind as I moved around the “Oblate world” in Brisbane during my first days in this land “down-under.” What I saw was thoroughly and beautifully Oblate. One scene I found myself in was with the Rosies and their friends.
Before I left for an evening on the streets with Fr John David, a local Oblate chaplain to Rosies efforts, the Rosie website told me, “tonight, 20,000 Queenslanders are homeless. Nearly half are women. Over 40% are aged 25 or under. More than 3,500 of those are kids 12…” We went to a town on the outskirts of Brisbane. I don’t know how many Rosie sites there are across the Australian State of Queensland, maybe a couple of dozen. But in the site where I was, the hundred or so folks we met that evening were present in those proportions described on their website.
The Rosies are very sensitive about pictures being taken of their street friends. So I didn’t get the picture I wanted. I sat for a pretty long time on the curb with Mike — maybe not long enough to truly strike up a friendship with him, but long enough to appreciate his humor and outgoing nature… and to learn a bit about his life as an aborigine and veteran. He asked me for nothing… we just talked. He broke up our conversation to help a young mother get some food for her kids. Just as well he moved on, because I’d agreed to watch Charlie’s “stuff.” And as Mike left, Charlie insistently reminded me of that… so he could finally make it to the other side of the parking lot to get a sweater from some young red-shirted Rosies. They knew the southern hemisphere’s cold weather of June and July would soon hit their friends on the street pretty hard.
… But really, what can you accomplish in a single evening? What kind of friendship is based on one visit? But that’s the point of Rosies. it’s never a single evening. For many, it’s night after night or week after week. For some it’s a 10 or 20-year experience. And in that fact is another blessing for the Rosies. Students and grandparents, young mothers and retired executives… lots of kinds of “friendships built through ministry” are formed, in addition to the friendships made sitting on the curbs.
Thanks to Fr David, I had a chance to be with Oblates in a setting much more suited to St Eugene’s zeal than an assembly hall and meeting room. But you know, even when Oblates are gathered in a meeting room, sitting in chairs not on curbs… even then, I suspect St Eugene may be tempted to jump for joy when learns his sons are there to discuss how best to stay true to his spirit and to plot the direction of their ministries and lives toward those people most in need of the Gospel and Christ’s compassionate love.