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[BOOK REVIEW] Barry Martinson delivers sermons in Chinese, books in English

A Jesuit missionary writes about his experiences working with Aboriginal groups in Taiwan’s mountains in a book that may be of interest to a select few

By Bradley Winterton  /  CONTRIBUTING WRITER

Publication Notes:
By Barry Martinson
195 pages
Tau Books

The history of Christian missionaries in Taiwan is intriguing. It's really unnecessary to say "Christian" because no other religion engages in proselytizing activity in quite the way Christians have done, and continue to do. And certainly "the conversion of the heathen" went hand in hand with trade throughout the colonial period. What is interesting about the Taiwan experience, however, is that it was the Aboriginals who bore the brunt of the Christianization effort. To this day almost all of Taiwan's half a million Aboriginal people remain Christians of one denomination or another.

Missionaries' focus on the indigenous population may have been because the religious beliefs of the Chinese were hard to dislodge, or simply because in the 17th century there weren't many Chinese to convert. Or perhaps the Dutch and other Europeans wanted to use the Aboriginals as allies against other elements of the population.

Barry Martinson has been working in Taiwan for something like 35 years. A native of California, he trained for the Jesuit priesthood and then, in the summer of 1976, offered himself to the Father Provincial (local Jesuit supremo) in Taipei for a posting. He was sent to the mountain village of Chingchuan (清泉), near the town of Chutung (竹東) and an hour and a half's drive south of Hsinchu City (新竹市). Chingchuan Story is the record of his first six years on that assignment. It appeared 25 years ago in Chinese, but has only this month been released in English.

The book tells, in a sequence of vignettes, how Martinson ministered to his Tayal Aboriginal village, strumming his guitar and singing cowboy songs even as they moved in to catch and eat three of his pet dogs. There was the rhythm of the soil in their deep-souled faces, he writes, but many nevertheless had to move to Hsinchu to work in plastics factories, often with terrible effects on their health.

As "Father Ting" he conducts a marriage ceremony for a reluctant 14-year-old girl, watches carefree children turn into troubled teenagers, wins a bar of soap for running a marathon with the "best spirit," dresses a burly youth in white with cardboard wings as the angel Gabriel in a Christmas play and encourages pride in Aboriginal roots by having the villagers enact Tayal creation myths.

Meanwhile, he delivers sermons in Chinese as the white blossoms of the tung you tree fall like snow on the roads, feels at one with his parishioners as he joins in their dances and tells stories about encounters with snakes ("wily serpents" to this Bible reader).

In one admirable exploit he goes to Hsinchu and sets up a "tribal club" for the displaced factory workers. He finds Amis from Hualien doing woodwork, Bunum and Puyuma from the Taroko Gorge area laboring on light electronics, Tsou from Alishan making glassware, Paiwan from Taitung engaged in metalwork and Yami from Orchid Island doing overtime in a shoe factory.

It's when Martinson is forced to get serious that you feel there's something more that might be said. "The fir-clad hills surrounding the village have seen it all," he writes. "They have heard the cries of the young ones, watched them grow and mature. They have seen the tears of the old, felt their joys and sorrows. And they have welcomed them all, in oneness and in peace, to their earthly womb beneath the trees."

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