Bro. Jenel Tismo, CSsR

It was early November 2024 when I arrived in Indonesian. I felt a mix of uncertainty and fear, since it was my first time there; I was also filled with excitement and hope. I was eager to explore and experience the presence of God, who I believe is always journeying with me, in this foreign land. Indeed, I encountered my Lord on the Island of Sumba, Indonesia.

Sumba people are very hospitable, they love to offer food. They always ask you “tamba lagi” meaning “eat more, take more…”. It was able to experience the Sumba kiss, which is done by “kissing” nose-to-nose. It is for them a sign of greeting and respect to the elders and people around.  It is similar to the “pag-mamano” that we do here in the Philippines. But instead of taking the hand of the elderly and putting it in our forehead, you rub your nose to the other person.

The Sumba people, are dependent on land and agriculture, growing upland rice, corn, and cashew nuts. They are skilled farmers, but many lack literacy. They also consume bitter nuts and cigarettes. Water is difficult to access so they depend on mostly on rain for their crops to grow and bear fruit. That is why food can sometimes be scarce in the area.

Despite their financial struggles, they possess an unwavering faith that shines brightly in their lives. Each Sunday, they embark on long, arduous journeys, walking miles just to attend the Mass. Their spirits are lifted by the promise of community fellowship and worship. Sunday service always ends with the children approaching the altar, with faces glowing in anticipation, eager to receive the blessing of the priest. With gentle hands, the priest traces the cross on their foreheads. It is a sacred moment that fills the congregation with warmth and hope.

Sumba people honor their dead loved ones as they honor the living. The burial site is a meter away from their homes. During a funeral, family relatives perform a ritual of dancing, chanting, and a bet from a gong and other musical instruments. The dance signifies the life of the person, their last respect, and their last goodbye. 

My experience of meeting the Lord on Sumba Island was brief, yet I felt profoundly blessed.  Terema kasih, Tuhan memberkati.