Vocation Story of Father David Bohnsack: “A moment of sharing”

I was always keen on following social issues of the day, something I learned from my parents, and it was during my first “real” job designing the landscaping for a complex of new condominiums that the situation of homelessness became prominent to me. I began volunteering at a homeless shelter and soup kitchen in downtown Chicago and that is where I met the Comboni Missionaries.

There were students studying theology who occasionally came to help out at the shelter. We struck-up a friendship and my interest in the Church’s mission was kindled. This was also the moment of the untimely death of my mother which made me contemplate deeply the meaning of my life. My thoughts of helping out the missions turned to the desire of becoming a missionary myself.

I entered the Comboni formation in the Autumn of 1986 and finished my studies in Rome. I was ordained on August 6th, the feast of the Transfiguration in 1994 and I witnessed a transformation also in my family members, many who had not understood my decision to become a missionary priest, afterwards becoming great supporters.

I was first sent to Egypt for two years studying Arabic, in view of working in Christian-Muslim relations and then moved to the Sudan where I spent 10 years in a parish of Darfur, a region of western of the country.

The parish was huge, from the centre town of Nyala, I would travel 500km to the north and another 500km to the south to visit 136 villages where Christian communities were forming.

The humanitarian situation became increasingly worse, but it was countered by a great receptivity to the Gospel.  I remember Easter celebrations with no less than 2,000 adult baptisms in the parish. What I experienced and lived, of the faith I witnessed in the people there, is forever inscribed in my heart. I see that it was a time of providence, those who had lived in very remote places, never having contact with the Church, escaping war in the south of the county, were coming to settle on the outskirts of villages in the west where we missionaries were visiting and, in a few cases, where we had not yet visited.

One day a man came to the church compound in Nyala, for example, he said he was a catechist who had prepared a group for baptism, could we please come. I had never heard of his village before and so, together with two other catechists of the parish, he showed us the way. We stayed with them two days, examining everyone in the community, nearly 300 adults, to see that they knew the basics of the faith, which they did.

The surprise for me was on the day of baptism, when the catechist who had come to search me out, was the first in line to be baptised as he was not yet Christian. He was one of the few who could read, he came across a catechism written in his language of Dinka and had taught it to all the others!

From Sudan I took part in an organised sabbatical we call the “Comboni Year” in Mexico, followed by a 5-year period of service in my home province of North America. In practical terms, it was impossible for me to get a visa to return again to the Sudan and my sights turned to Latin America.

In 2011, I left for Ecuador, the town of St. Lorenzo along the northern border with Colombia. This area has a particularly interesting history, predominantly Afro-descendants who had escaped to the mainland from a ship- wreck off the coast and so they were taken from their homeland but had never been enslaved. It remains however a challenging and violent area with illegal mining destroying the environment and constant homicides due to the cross-border trading of drugs, arms and human trafficking too is prevalent. I never celebrated so many funeral masses, some months there were more than 30.

However, my thoughts of Africa and a desire to return there never left me, and in 2014 I was assigned to Chad. My centre was in the town of Abeche, in the northeast of the country, it actually extended to the border of Sudan and connecting to what was my parish of Darfur.

Many Muslims escaping the war in Darfur came to Chad around 2003 and still live in camps there today. I was invited to visit a camp one day and in asking how many people lived there, was told there were 90,000. That is  but one of the many refugee camps in Chad. There is an estimated 240,000 people who have not been able to return to their homeland in Darfur due to the continued unrest in the area.

In Abeche there is a youth centre in the church compound set up with a library offering various activities, lectures and classes open to both Christians and Muslims. The Christians in this area of the country make up only 1% of the population. That actual dialogue exists with our Muslim brothers and sisters is debated and I’ve experienced the difficulty to organise a meaningful day of “leaders” (priests, imams and pastors) to come together for a moment of sharing.

With Christian and Muslim youth, however, those in their teens and early twenties, we have been able to organise and encourage encounters where they share their hopes and dreams for a better future together with original poems and songs as well as performing skits that can touch sensitive issues with humour. Despite the many difficulties in dialogue with Islam, there are small steps being taken in Chad, of sharing and of mutual respect, not grand undertakings that “make the news” but that none the less have an effect and are important.

I am now entering another phase of my missionary journey arriving in the United Kingdom, I come with enthusiasm to face new challenges, sharing my faith, as well as knowing something more of the lands of my ancestors.
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