An exemplary icon of steadfast dedication to those in need is no more. Father Frans van der Lugt was abducted, shot and killed this morning in Homs, Syria, the city and country that was his home for more than four decades. The Dutch Jesuit priest did not think of leaving his home and the community he was a part of – consisting not only of the few Christians in the city, but also, especially in later years, of his Muslim neighbours in the widest sense – as civil war engulfed Syria and cut off the part of Homs where Fr. Frans lived from the rest of the world.
Thousands of people in this pocket continue to struggle with hunger and poverty, something that Fr. Frans tried to alleviate in the ways he could. He brought the attention of the wider world to their plight and managed to get what little food there was – some of which he grew – out to the families who needed it.
In February, he illustrated the situation to a Dutch journalist as follows: “In the morning we eat a few olives. We cut vegetables out from between street tiles and make soup out of it in the afternoon and in the evening we see what’s left.”
A month earlier, he made the following emergency call:
“I am speaking to you from the old and besieged city of Homs. One of our greatest problems is hunger. There is nothing to eat. There is nothing worse than to see people in the streets looking for something to eat for their children.”
Do you think that the world will do something or will everyone watch while we die?
“That is impossible. It is impossible that we suffer while the world does nothing. Not only the world has to do something, but we all have to as well. Otherwise we will die. We do not want to die from pain and hunger.”
Father Frans did not see the world stop watching and doing nothing. He took but one side, the side of the people and their needs to live. That was not a side of guns and bombs, violence and war, but of faith, community and fraternal love. He was fighting the people’s hunger and insanity that comes with it, as well as the world’s impotence in doing anything about it. For that he apparently had to die.
The first thing I said when I saw this news is a word I can not repeat here, but I think that a lot of dutchies will have said that.
Some time ago we saw Father Frans on the evening news, a typical example of a Dutchman from the early 20th century. My grandfather had that same look. Hardworking, kind, righteous, the old values. I think that most Dutch people had that same feeling seeing him on TV, and we all felt for him. Most of us would have said that he should have left, but few will leave 50 years of history behind if asked themselves. I’m a non-believer myself but if there is a heaven, I’m pretty sure Fr. Frans will be there.
Thanks for the sharing, Mark. We’re praying for him. I dropped you a line yesterday but it was bounced (I’ve got the wrong address, I guess). Best wishes,
May God grant unto him eternal life. He reminds me very much of my uncle Haldor who I miss so much. May they both pray for us.
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May his memory be eternal,and may he have a special place in heaven,God bless you Father, well done good and faithful servant….
Tears in Heaven dedicated to Frans from Syria
http://syriansfuture.wordpress.com/2014/04/13/tears-in-heaven/