Ten Years of Growth, Adventure, and Community
Introduction
Ten years. A decade. One hundred and twenty months marked by sunrises and sunsets over the Beram, Tinjar and Rajang Rivers, monsoon rains dancing on tin rooftops, and the lush, emerald sprawl of Borneo’s heartland unfolding before my eyes. As I prepare to bid farewell to Sarawak, I am filled with a complex blend of nostalgia, gratitude, and hope—the bittersweet alchemy that comes at the end of any meaningful journey. It is impossible to distil a decade’s worth of experiences into mere words, yet as I look back on my time here, I find myself compelled to reflect on the moments, people, and lessons that have shaped me.
Arrival: New Roots in Borneo
I still remember my arrival—a humid afternoon, the air thick with the scents of rain soaked earth and all kinds of tropical plants, the city of Kuching bustling with a gentle purpose. I had come to Sarawak as an outsider, a newcomer eager to learn, to contribute, and maybe, in the process, to discover a new version of myself. The first weeks were a whirlwind of introductions, cultural discoveries, and small but significant victories: ordering “kopi susu” at a kopitiam without faltering, weaving through an open air market, learning to pronounce names and greetings with respectful care.
Those first impressions have never left me. The warmth of Sarawakians—always ready with a smile, a kind word, or an invitation to share a meal—set the tone for everything to come. It wasn’t long before I realized that community here is not a concept, but a way of life.
The Heartbeat of Sarawak: Community and Connection
If there is one lesson Sarawak teaches, it is the profound strength of community.
Whether in the longhouses of the Iban, the Kampung of the “Orang Ulu”, or the vibrant city neighbourhoods, I found myself welcomed into circles of trust and affection. “Gawai” celebrations opened my eyes to the power of tradition, while Hari Raya gatherings, such as Christmas and Easter, taught me the joys of open houses and endless hospitality.
Working alongside Sarawakians, I learned the value of patience and collaboration—a willingness to listen, to understand, and to work together towards a shared goal. I will never forget the laughter echoing through late-night gatherings, the stories swapped over bowls of “mee kampua”, or the quiet support offered in times of challenge.
Adventures in Nature’s Playground
Sarawak’s landscapes have been both my escape and my inspiration. I have trekked through the steamy depths of Sarawak’s rain forest and seen all kinds of wildlife winding their way through the dense foliage. I have stood in awe beneath the soaring chambers of Mulu’s bat filled, limestone caves, and drifted down jungle rivers at dawn, the mist rising as hornbills called overhead.
The rainforest, in all its mystery and complexity, has taught me humility. Here, the world is ancient and alive. Each hike became a lesson in patience and observation: spotting a tiny pitcher plant, listening for the rustle of a sun bear, marvelling at the swirl of fireflies above a rural jetty. Sarawak’s biodiversity is not just a fact—it is a daily miracle, an invitation to be present in the world.
Cultural Mosaic: Learning and Growing
What makes Sarawak unique is its tapestry of cultures, languages, and beliefs. Over ten years, I have witnessed the graceful dances of the Orang Ulu, tasted the festivals of all faiths—Christmas cakes, Easter feasts, “Hari Gawai” rice wine, mingling with Chinese New Year dumplings.
This openness has transformed my worldview. I have learned that diversity is not an obstacle to be managed, but a strength to be celebrated. Through friendships and everyday encounters, I have been reminded of the power of understanding, respect, and shared humanity.
Professional Growth and Service
Sarawak has been the backdrop to my personal and professional evolution. Here, I have been challenged to grow beyond my own expectations. Whether preaching and teaching God’s Word in a new language, celebrating the sacraments with faith filled yet fragile communities, managing building projects for the development of the local church, or mentoring the next generation, the work has always felt meaningful because it was rooted in a community I came to love.
I am grateful to all my colleagues and friends, my Mill Hill colleagues, the local diocesan clergy, priests from other missionary orders, and of course Bishop Richard who allowed Mill Hill to once more work in Miri Diocese.
Saying Goodbye: Gratitude and Hope
As I come to realise my time in Sarawak has come to an end, I am filled with a sadness. It is a time that will never come again. I am left only with memories but at least those memories are sweet, and I will enjoy them for the rest of my life.
I am also hopeful for the future. I am excited by the new appointment I have been given, and I hope before too long I will take my place in our American mission, working in the Archdiocese of New York. May we always pray for one another as brothers and sisters in Christ.
John McAulay, MHM
