A Maryknoll Manchurian Christmas

A letter from a Maryknoll priest, written during 1933, tells of Christmas in Sin Pin.

When a person thinks about Christmas, thoughts usually do not drift to a mud hut, oil lamps and a heated brick bed. But, during Christmas week of 1933, a letter from Maryknoll Father Gerard A. Donovan that was addressed to his many friends touched on these and other aspects of life in Manchuria, including shared blessings of Midnight Mass with Chinese Christians.

Father Donovan’s letter recently was submitted to Maryknoll magazine, published by the Maryknoll Fathers and Brothers, by Louise Moresco of Royal Palm Beach, Florida. She came into possession of it during 1950, and she saved it as "a reminder of all the good works our missioners do around the world." Within the letter, Father Donovan refers to Father Edward A. Weis, a Maryknoll priest for more than 50 years.

Father Donovan was from McKeesport, Pennsylvania. He served in China from 1931 until he was kidnapped from his parish by bandits on October 15, 1937. His body was found on February 11, 1938. An article about Father Donovan recently was published in the Scranton Times-Tribune.


Catholic Mission - Sin Pin, Manchuria
December 29, 1933

Christmas week, always a busy one, was made doubly busy here this year by a sick call that came in from the country the evening of Thursday, the 21st. A recently baptized Catholic walked thirty miles that day to bring the priest to a dying man. There is no question of travelling all night in this section just now, but we got an early start Friday morning, with the thermometer just a little below zero. That is fairly warm for these parts, and anyhow we were well bundled against the cold. With a fast cart we made good time over the frozen roads—and up over two bad mountains. The last few miles were back through the hills without much trace of a road, so we ran along the frozen creek and over the fields until we came at last to the lonely little mud hut perched on the side of the hill.

After anointing the man, there was a baby to baptize and a few confessions to hear. Since bandits had carried off the one or two oil lamps the family owned, I ate my supper and read my Breviary by candlelight. Then we sat and talked of the many things, smoking the "pipe of peace" until someone noticed it was past eight o'clock. Early to bed, early to rise is the rule where kerosene or candles are so precious.

The ""kang"," a heated brick bed, was hot enough to fry eggs and still I slept comfortably until four-thirty. There were a few more confessions before Mass. During my thanksgiving they prepared a wholesome breakfast and by daylight we were on the road again. By two o'clock we were home again.

Father Weis had been doing two men's work while I was away. He had examined the candidates for baptism, rehearsed the choir, heard confessions and prepared his sermon for Sunday morning. My own sermon was written in English and after I returned Saturday afternoon, my catechist helped me to put it into decent Chinese. I knew what Sunday would be like and was not disappointed. Our Masses, baptisms, a funeral, rehearsals, visitors and the Breviary—not to mention a few odd meals—took up every minute of the day. By nightfall, there were about two hundred inside the compound, for all who were to attend the Midnight Mass had to come before dark and stay until morning.

Father Weis sang the Mass and I only wish I could find words to describe the scene to you. Our little chapel is a gem by candlelight, even if the strong light of day does show it rather crude. The hushed expectant Christians, the straw-thatched crib, the snowy white linens of the altar and the red cassocks,— all these were a perfect setting for the Midnight Mass of the missioner's boyhood dreams, and he would not change it all for the most gorgeous cathedral in Christendom.

After the three Masses, the Christians had a real Christmas feast and it was three o'clock when we turned in for a few winks before the new day began. Father Weis brought Communion to some of our sick folks in the morning and I said three Masses, followed by Benediction and a few more baptisms. Then we tried to snatch a few more winks of sleep, but the cook insisted that we get up and eat our Christmas dinner.

Yesterday I went down to say Mass in a little village fifteen miles away—and today I am juggling the machine to write to all my friends. You may notice the machine doesn't spell so well—and it has other faults, but I know you will excuse them.

With a prayer for God's best blessings,
Gerard A. Donovan

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Peter Marengo December 14, 2012 at 01:26 PM
Love. What else can you say? Fr. Donovan is certainly in the hands of God.
Robert Sansone December 14, 2012 at 05:32 PM
Practicing Chrstianity is much more than believing. It is behaving like Christ and practicing humlilty, understanding, and compassion, being honest, and having integrity, courage and loyalty.These virtues, if practiced by all, would resolve many of the ills of society. In a civilization where the moral fiber is strong, laws are unnecessary. Where it is weak, laws are unenforceable.Keep Christ in Christmas is a good catch-phrase for the season. Keeping Christ in every day should be the goal.
leo lantz December 19, 2012 at 04:01 AM
Fr.Donovan is a saint.


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