Columban lay missionary Naanise Pola Mo’unga's father leads the family in prayer. - Photo: Naanise Pola Mo'unga
Since 2017, I have been called back to what was then the Region of Fiji, now known as the Region of Oceania, to coordinate the Columban Lay Missionaries (CLM) in Fiji until 2021. Those years were filled with walking alongside people in their joys and struggles, building communities of faith and strengthening the mission presence in Fiji.
In 2022, I was assigned to St Pius X Parish in Raiwaqa, Fiji, where my main focus turned to youth and women’s ministry. This role allowed me to nurture young leaders, accompany women in their faith journey and contribute to building a parish family rooted in service and hope.
In December last year, I returned home to Tonga for my home vacation. My intention was simple but deeply meaningful: to spend precious time with my elderly parents and siblings. It had been years since all of us gathered together under one roof and I wanted to ensure that my parents felt loved, appreciated and cared for. Christmas Day, in particular, created cherished memories that I will carry with me wherever I go.
We began the celebration with a family lunch gathering on Christmas Day. My siblings and I worked side by side in the kitchen, preparing our parents’ favourite meals. The aroma of the traditional ‘umu’ cooked in the underground oven, mixed with the scent of roasted pig, filled the compound and stirred up childhood memories. When the food was ready, we gathered around the dining table, laughter bubbling up as easily as the conversation. My mother’s eyes lit up as she recounted funny mishaps from our childhood, while my father added his stories, sprinkling humour and wisdom in equal measure. Their voices carried us back in time, reminding us of the strong roots that continue to bind us together.
On quieter days during the week, we created moments of simple joy. One afternoon, we sat under the tent prepared for lunch. Each of my sibling’s families had chosen a unique colour for our family photos with Mum and Dad. As we waited to take turns, we talked deeply about life, family and our dreams for the future. These conversations gave me a profound sense of connection, reminding me that family is not only about shared blood but also about shared stories, values and support. Listening to my parents speak of their past and their hopes for us, I realised how much wisdom resides in their lived experience. By the end of the day, my heart was full of gratitude for the chance to listen, to learn and to be present.
Columban lay missionary Naanise Pola Mo’unga alongside her parents. - Photo:Naanise Pola Mo'unga
As the week progressed, I noticed a renewed spark in my parents. The presence of their children brought a fresh wave of energy to them. The house was alive with sound - creaking floorboards, laughter, singing and the happy chaos of grandchildren running around. It was the first Christmas home where all nine siblings, except for one of my sisters who lives in New Zealand, managed to gather together. For my parents, this was a gift beyond measure. Their hair may be whiter and their steps slower, but they remain the anchors of our family.
Before one of our meals, we surprised them by dressing in our chosen family colours for photos. One by one, each family posed with our parents, capturing smiles and laughter that will live on in our albums and hearts. Then, as island families often do, we sang, danced and teased one another, creating an atmosphere of joy and warmth. My parents laughed until tears streamed down their faces. Their happiness was contagious, reminding us that our presence and unity are among the greatest gifts we can offer them.
That holiday was not just a break from routine - it was a sacred reminder of the importance of family, connection and the joy of being together. It wasn’t about elaborate outings or expensive activities. It was about the bonds that grew stronger around the dining table, under the tent, in the laughter and the prayers. We ended the week with hearts full of love and an eagerness for the next time we will gather.
Modern technology played its part as well. Thanks to online apps, we were able to connect with family members who couldn’t be physically present. My sister and her family in New Zealand joined us through Messenger and although she was far away, she was still woven into the fabric of our celebration. It reminded me that even across oceans, love and connection can bridge the distance. My brief time at home was more than just rest; it was renewal. It allowed me to recharge emotionally and spiritually, giving me the strength to continue my mission work with fresh energy and perspective. The love and encouragement I received from my family gave me a sense of belonging that will sustain me in the months ahead. Our shared prayers were a reminder that no matter where life takes us, we carry each other in faith.
As I returned to Fiji, I held onto the words from Proverbs 19:21: “Many are the plans in a person’s heart, but it is the Lord's purpose that prevails.” This verse echoed in my heart, reminding me that while we make plans and long for certain outcomes, ultimately, it is God’s loving purpose that guides our lives. My time in Tonga was a blessing I did not take for granted. It strengthened me for the journey ahead, reaffirmed the centrality of family and renewed my trust that God’s purpose continues to unfold in my life and mission.
Columban lay missionary Naanise Pola Mo'unga lives and works in Fiji.
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