I was born in a small village, it is called Bồ Hưng. There are a small group of Catholic in my village and that group contains about 40 people in 2018. Perhaps, because I grow up in the district that has many small groups of Catholic people so I

Currently, I am 24 (2018), I still remember when I was a child I smell the wood inside the church and sometimes I were scared of feeling sitting alone in the church at 12 A.M

And the day came when the church was wrecked, people build a new church that is cleaner and stronger. It was difficult for us to build a new church because we were a poor group of Catholic people. Every time I go hometown, my parent always tell me some story about finding the funding, people rode bike 20km to Nam Định province, then rode the bike to Thái Bình province, …. There were places where people did not have money so they gave rice bag to my mom, It was so difficult to ride the bike with big rice bag and It was strong wind and sometimes my mom must climb up. There are places where people invited to lunch and the relationship is still kept until today. It is precious … I often go to “the room” – a room for meeting and practicing singing – to see the list of benefactors who supported church construction, perhaps I don’t want to forget anyone in my life and sometimes I scare of feeling forgetting those people.

In 2017 – after more than 16 years church was built – I went to Thiện Mỹ parish, Nam Định province to survey for “hope bookcases” (Tủ sách Hy vọng) with FX club, I had the opportunity to meet Father who looked after my parish and Father asked: “when will the church be inaugurated?” Oh, when will God give “party” to our small parish? …