I was ordained a priest on the 15th November 2024 and completed about six months of pastoral training at a parish in Korea before arriving in Chile on the 4th July 2025. After completing a two-month language course, I began my official duties as an assistant priest at the San Matias Parish in September. I had previously served at the parish a few years earlier during my two-year First Mission Assignment as a Columban student.
San Matías Parish is located in one of the poorest areas of Santiago, Chile. I knew this from previous experience, but I am now realising that living among the people as a priest is no easy task. In fact, I still cannot speak Spanish very well, and when I talk with people in the parish, I often have to ask them to repeat themselves so I can understand. Furthermore, some people are unable to explain things to me, which can lead to misunderstandings. However, this is a natural part of missionary life, and I believe I must continue to strive.
Despite my limited language and understanding, the parishioners care deeply for me. I have heard from other Columban priests that they desperately wanted me to return, and I have also felt that many were truly happy about my return. So, I am experiencing God’s love through the people here.
There are also many unfortunate events. Socially, the security situation here has worsened, with frequent incidents and accidents occurring, making life more dangerous for the people. Recently, a priest ministering to a nearby hospital was reportedly robbed, and gun violence and drug problems are becoming increasingly serious. The church is also facing significant difficulties. Many of the young people I once met no longer attend church, and the reality is that most of the parish community is elderly.
The ministry at the parish is unique because many immigrants live here. Haitians and Venezuelans often attend Mass. It is truly beautiful to see them participate in the celebration of the Mass and share their faith with the Chilean people. However, it breaks my heart to see immigrants continue to arrive and form village communities where they live without water or electricity. It is also heartbreaking that I cannot provide them with practical help.
Nevertheless, I am gradually discovering God’s love here. As I witness immigrants and the poor of this region living together, I realise that the Holy Spirit of unity is with me. I live my life hoping that my presence can be a tool in God’s work. This is my greatest joy, and for me, this is where the Kingdom of God is realised.
