My Christmas Gift

Three days before Christmas Day, on her 61st birthday, a domestic helper departed home at 5:30 am on public transportation en route to my parents’ house for a day’s work.  

Like the Israelites losing their way on their Exodus desert journey, she failed to arrive at the agreed time. When contacted by mobile two hours after her departure from home, her voice revealed frustration, anxiety, the mild sound of tears and fear, and her apologetic desire to return home due to her inability to find the location despite being nearby. After receiving her exact location, I informed her I would pick her up. 

Upon our arrival home and after drying her tears, she was offered a cup of tea, which calmed her roaring emotions. Like our enslaved ancestors in the cane fields and great houses of the sugar plantation, she diligently set to work, empowered by singing gospel songs.

Her experience inspired me to contemplate Mary’s journey to be registered in Joseph’s hometown in Egypt.

Did Mary feel frustrated and anxious and expressed a desire to return home when the going got rough?

Was she fearful of robbers along the route?

Who were the Good Samaritans who provided for them on the journey?

How did Mary feel upon safe arrival in Egypt?

Did Mary shed a tear during her frustration, anxiety and fear?

This year’s Christmas story is about the millions of families or individuals who have forcibly embarked on treacherous journeys to seek a better life. I cannot imagine the reservoir of emotions within them. However, my contact with this domestic helper gives me only a glimpse into their dangerous lives yet hope-filled journey. 

May St. Josephina Bakhita intercede on their behalf.