Pilgrimage to Zemio
The day after the funeral, I’m setting off for Zemio. MINUSCA (the Blue Helmets) have managed to arrange a seat for me on their plane.
We set off at around 11.00, and at 12.30 we stop over in Obo, where I am able to embrace the priests of that parish. We take off again after nearly an hour and arrive in Zemio at around 2.00. With me is Father Gervais, the parish priest of Zemio, who had been in Bangui for a few weeks.
We pass through a strangely (and eerily) silent town and arrive at the Mission, where we find a few dozen parishioners coming to meet us in tears…
In the afternoon, I meet with the catechists and parish councillors: the murder of Father Crépin is an extremely serious act. Much of the population had already fled to neighbouring Congo, and those who remain are at a loss. The presence of the priests here at the Mission was their only point of reference. One woman tells me that, when they flee the neighbourhood to take refuge here in the parish, their only light is the Eucharist celebrated every morning!
Towards evening, around a hundred people gather in the Mission’s courtyard for a prayer vigil that lasts all night, concluding with Mass at 5.45.
On Friday 3 July, given that the authorities had not even deigned to come and offer their condolences, we set off on foot to visit them, hoping to get some answers regarding the killing of Father Crépin. But we return with more questions than answers: the priest was killed 20 metres from the Mission, just a few metres from a government military checkpoint… He who had worked so hard for peace, dialogue and mediation!
In the afternoon, I met the young people who had set off on motorbikes and taken the body to Dembia, 80 km away. On their return, they were stopped by the rebels, who took their mobile phones, money and two motorbikes!
On Saturday morning, after a second night of vigil, we celebrated Mass in memory of Father Crépin. The church was full, and here too I celebrated in red vestments, as for a martyr.
Some officials were present, whilst the prefect arrived at the end of Mass and left immediately afterwards…
At the end of the celebration, we went on a pilgrimage to the spot where Father Crépin was killed. We gathered some of the earth, soaked in his blood: some will remain here in the parish, some will go to Bangassou, and some to his family. Here we want to build a small monument, to serve as a place of prayer and remembrance, but also as a call to conscience!
On Sunday we celebrate Mass at 8.30. Present are the catechumens whom Father Crépin had baptised on Sunday 28 June, the day before he was murdered!
I ask them to stand up and offer them words of encouragement, because in this first week since their baptism, they have already experienced a whole lifetime: the gift of baptism, the death of the priest, faith in the Resurrection, and the embrace of the whole Church!
In the afternoon, I go into town and buy the only bag of cement needed to start work on the memorial! Cost: 60 euros!
Over the next few days, we want to begin securing the spot where Father Crépin was killed.
Someone who was at the seminary in Bouar when I was the director (more than 23 years ago), having seen a photo of the site, sent me a donation specifically for this purpose!
The nights are often interrupted by the sound of gunfire and machine-gun fire…
I was due to leave on Monday morning, but the flight was cancelled.
Tuesday, same story…
And Wednesday… let’s hope so!
Whilst I’m waiting for my flight, I’ve got time to catch up on some work. And to read.
On Saturday 4 July, whilst we are celebrating Mass here in Zemio for Abbé Crépin, Pope Leo XIV is in Lampedusa, a port of refuge for thousands of people who are doing everything they can to escape poverty and war. Some of his words strike me:
“Love always lies in freedom, and freedom lies in decisions. There are also those who choose not to be a neighbour and those who decide not to decide. Those who die in this sea are victims both of decisions made and of decisions not made. Indifference to the common good and corruption in their countries of origin, (…) : all this echoes today, from the Gospel account, the haste to ‘pass by’ (Luke 10:31–32).”
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