February
11, 2010. The day was supposed to be like any other, the sun rising from its
favourite direction, people going about their normal business but sadly it
never was. Like an old Tibetan proverb puts it, ‘The next life or tomorrow- we
can never be certain which comes first.’ Bishop Patrick Kyaligonza Ateenyi only
consecrated less than a year was out going by his usual duties but only this
time it was his last. Minutes after he had set out for what was supposed to be
confirmation of candidates in the Anglican faith, he was involved in a fatal
accident that claimed his life.
Ateenyi
(as he was fondly referred to) was among the select few who inspired respect
and affection, very passionate in the pursuit of causes he believed in. We have
created a society in which we find it harder and harder to show one another
basic affection but no one could accuse him of this. The most outstanding thing
about his personality was his simplicity, he mingled with anyone irrespective
of denomination. It didn’t matter if you were Catholic or Muslim or even pagan,
he always oozed the calm reassurance that humanity is more important than
anything else. He was a clergyman before he was Bishop; however he was human
before he was clergyman. So while as Bishop he had a special responsibility to
the clergy, as a clergyman he had a special responsibility to his flock but as
a human being he had a much larger responsibility toward the large human
family, Catholic or Protestant, Muslim or Pagan. There was something special
about him; he was someone that glued people together, he refused to give up on
anyone irrespective of what those around you thought about you. He was a man
whose company you sought simply because it enriched your life. To many of us
who were glad to share moments with him, the truth is that it never crossed
Bishop Patrick’s mind that if he asked, you wouldn’t give because he spent his
whole life giving.
While
at his funeral, outside the Cathedral where he had had his last assignment,
where he had served for many years even before he became bishop, there was
sadness engraved on the faces of each one, everyone had their personal moment
to tell about him. The funeral attracted religious and cultural leaders,
politicians, the powerful and mighty, but this funeral seemed to be of a
difference, for it was filled with many ordinary members of the public, who had
simply come to say thank you. He definitely was no saint, but we were sure that
Saints would be standing at the Gate of Heaven waiting to greet him.
Today
he would be celebrating a decade as Bishop of Rwenzori Diocese and three
decades in ministry but the Lord had a different plan for him. His life was
lived to the fullest because he could not afford the luxury of a negative
thought, his was a positive paradigm on any day and all this radiated to those
around him.
Like Robin Sharma says, when all is said and
done, no matter what you have achieved, no matter how many summer homes you
own, no matter how many cars sit in your driveway, the quality of your life
will come down to the quality of your contribution.
Bishop
Patrick Kyaligonza will be remembered for many things but the most endearing is
that he was a spiritual revolutionary and to many of us he was a spiritual father;
we shall forever miss him as he continues to rest in peace!
Blessed
week ahead!
nice! We indeed miss him. rip
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