Enkindled by His Grace

Convictions lead us to action

2013-07-02T00:37:00.003-07:00

Proof, attestation, confirmation, pruweba… These are the words of someone who wants to establish authority that what he believes is true. Thomas in our gospel today is searching for such proof, “unless I see the mark of the nails in His hands and put my finger into the nail marks and put my hand into his side, I will not believe”. After the insignificant event that happened to Jesus on the cross, Thomas’ faith has been shattered by confusion and pain. He was looking, for proof to bring back his conviction in following Jesus.

Thomas was known as a doubter of Jesus’ resurrection. But for me, I think his doubt is not because of loss of faith but rather moved by strong desire to know and take hold of the truth about Jesus’ resurrection so that he may regain his conviction of offering his life for Jesus. He wants more assurance than enthusiastic words; assurance that will change every aspect of his life; assurance that will change his own convictions.

The dramatic encounter of the Risen Lord change the doubtful state, and with great conviction utters his new found faith in the memorable words “my Lord and my God”. Thomas was seemingly a late believer of Jesus’ resurrection yet never too late to boldly pronounce the most profound and radical confession of faith.

Tradition holds that Thomas preached the gospel in India and eventually suffered martyrdom. That’s how conviction works, conviction that is founded on a close and personal encounter with Jesus. I think this also holds true to us who are called to respond this calling, to encounter the Risen Lord in a very special and intimate way that will eventually change our perspectives, convictions, priorities, our sense of mission, fulfillment and joy.

Lastly, allow me to shift our gaze on Jesus. When he appeared to Thomas, he did not condemn him rather he accepted the kind or level of faith that Thomas had. Indeed, Jesus meets us where we are. He did not impose rather he purifies our convictions. Let us therefore turn to this God, who has a heart that patiently respects our own pace towards maturity and who knows how to understand our human frailties. As we continue to respond to this kind of life, to which we are called, let us focus our gaze on the Risen Christ and unite our convictions with Him that we may always grow in faith hopeful to hear him saying “blessed are those who have not seen and have believed”.

Memoir on the ‘Upper Room’

2013-03-08T00:18:00.002-08:00

“Do this in remembrance of me” – meaningful words of farewell from a historical man who is about to face the road of uncertainty, fear and confusion. Yet such meaningful command of Jesus has been perpetually followed by the early Christians that eventually contribute to the missionary character of the Church to preach, to teach and to lead. The event that took place in that secluded room initiated a new way of making Christ presence alive through the prophetic, priestly and kingly role of the ministerial priesthood.

The Ministry of the Word

Priest is said to be the ambassador of Christ to his people. As a ‘spokesperson’ of God to his people, the decree on the Ministry and life of Priests emphasizes that priests should be conscious of their responsibility not to teach their own wisdom but of God’s word (PO4). In making homilies, priest are encourage to make relevant the gospel message to the very situation of the people but it should not be self- centered. They should not expound the word of God in merely general and abstract terms, but must apply the perennial truth of the gospel to the concrete circumstances of life. Pope John Paul II, also stress that proclaiming the word, the priest must be conscious that his words, like those of Christ, are not his own but those of the One who has sent him. He proclaims the word in his capacity as a qualified minister - a sharer in the prophetic authority of Christ and the Church. In order to be sure of transmitting the gospel in its fullness, the priest must have a special sensitivity, love, and docility to the living tradition of the Church and to the magisterium as the authoritative interpreter of the word of God.

I would like to highlight the important shift in the history of the Church since Vatican II on the new emphasis on evangelization. Pope Paul VI reiterated that to make the church ever better fitted in proclaiming the gospel to the people of the twentieth century, it should incline with the program of Vatican II on aggiornamento. Evangelization, the Pope goes on to say, is the grace and vocation proper to the Church. It exists in order to be missionary, to evangelize, which means, to preach and to teach, to proclaim with authority the word of God. This truth is expressed in an explicit manner in the Vatican II decree Ad Gentes: “The pilgrim Church is missionary by her very nature.

Another element that I would like to emphasize is on the evangelization of Cultures. Evangelii Nuntiandi pointed out that although the gospel can never be identified with culture, cultures can be more or less compatible with the gospel. The gospel is capable of regenerating and permeating a culture without becoming disrespectful and exploitative to other cultures. The culture is important, because the church, in order to evangelize, must borrow elements from the culture. It is good to note that priest can proclaim the gospel in a manner that people can appreciate the richness of the message of Christ without disregarding ones culture. Here inculturation is seen as an important element to consider in the work of evangelization.

The Ministry of Worship

Every time I attend presbyterial ordination I always find myself spiritually high when I hear this familiar line from the ordaining prelate “buhata sa imong kinabuhi ang misterio nga imong isaulog”. I firmly believe that this is an important aspect in the life of a priest, that is, to live daily the mystery he celebrates. John Paul II in his 1980 Holy Thursday letter, Dominicae Cenae holds that the Eucharist is the principal and central raison d’ etre of the sacrament of the priesthood, which effectively came into being at the moment of the institution of the Eucharist. Furthermore, priest fulfills his principal mission when he celebrates the Eucharist and this would become more meaningful and complete when he himself allows the depth of that mystery to become visible in his life, so that the grace of the Eucharist will shine forth in people’s hearts and minds through his ministry. This is the supreme exercise of the priestly function – to celebrate the Eucharist as the source and summit of all Christian life.

Another important aspect of priesthood is on liturgical celebration. It is said that all the sacraments are sacraments of the Church. In administering the sacraments, the celebrant exercises a properly sacred ministry of which he participate in the priestly power of Christ, as the sacrament of ordination has made him capable of doing. The priest does it on behalf of the Church and as its authorized agent. Agent, in this context, does not mean “substitute”. The priest does not perform liturgical actions in place of the Church, but the church acts in and through him as its representative. Therefore, priest should act according to what the Church prescribes. The familiar phrase, which I learn in my early years of theological formation, “you do not own the liturgy”, keeps on lingering into my ears as a constant reminder to be always faithful to what the church prescribes.

The expression in persona Christi fits well into the context of divine forgiveness. Priest acts in the sacrament of penance in the person of Christ, in whose name he absolves the sinner. Pope John Paul II calls it the tribunal of mercy rather than of strict and rigorous justice. Moreover, he continued in stressing that, of all priestly ministries this is undoubtedly the most difficult and sensitive; the most exhausting and demanding but also one of the most beautiful and consoling function of the priest in the world. It is a great task to hear the sins of the world but also a wonderful gift and privilege to be an instrumental means of reconciling the world with God.

The Pastoral Ministry

In my early years as a seminarian, I remember the words of my bishop quoting the opening statement of the encyclical Pastores dabo vobis, taken from the book of Jeremiah -“I will give you shepherds after my own heart”. There I began to realize the great mission a priest is carrying, that is, to be a shepherd. What makes it great is not the task of being a shepherd only but the qualifier that goes with it - ‘after my own heart’ which implies configuration to Christ. We can be an efficient pastor but the greater challenge would be to make real the presence of Christ in our priesthood.

Lumen Gentium (20) describe the office of the bishop as a task of shepherding the flock of Christ. The ministerial priesthood belongs especially to bishops but also to presbyters as associates of bishops under Jesus Christ the Chief Shepherd. It is on this regard that priests should bear in mind that they are extensions and representatives of the bishop within the parish. They did not stand as a single entity, but rather always in communion with the bishop. His role as a shepherd in the community of faithful is always link to the bishop, whom the fullness of the priesthood rest.

Shepherding here does not only mean leading the faithful in their spiritual journey. It also includes even to the secular affairs especially in moments of moral issues and social crises that endangers the welfare of all. Here priests function as a community leader. To further illustrate, Walter Kasper briefly pointed out that in the New Testament, the Christian leaders are designated not by sacral terms but rather by secular terms such as episcopos (supervisors), presbyteros (elder) and diakonos (servant). I would like to believe, especially in this present context that being a priest as a community leader does not mean practicing paternalistic method of leadership in which everything comes from him. Effective pastoral leader must be capable of recognizing the various charisms of the faithful so that communion, collaboration and mission within the community of believers may be facilitated.

Another important aspect on the pastoral ministry is on mission. John Paul II in his encyclical Redemtoris Missio, profoundly declares that priests must be filled with special missionary zeal and commitment especially in those areas where Christians are in a minority so that this small fraction of the members of the Church would not be deprived by the spiritual goods they must enjoy. But in this new era of missionary task, it does not only limit its boundaries to those who belong to the Church but rather be extended to other ecclesial communities and even to non-Christians as we engaging into dialogue for peace, justice and integrity of creation. By that our missionary work would be more enriching and worthwhile especially in our context in Mindanao.

"Were not our hearts burning within us while he was talking to us on the road?”(Lk.24:32). The experience of recognizing the risen Lord on the road to Emmaus kindled the disciples to go back to Jerusalem and proclaim what they experienced. The encounter was so strong that their frustrated hearts turns-out to be burning with zeal to continue the task entrusted to them. The same gift is needed in sustaining a life of ministerial priesthood - to encounter the risen Christ in a very personal way and to recognize Him in various pastoral works in the parish. Priest is called to establish enough level of holiness for a lifelong commitment of preaching and teaching, of presiding fruitfully over the worship of the community and of directing the people of God towards its appointed goal. Some would say ‘my work is my prayer’. This has become cliché among priest and I know that there can be no substitute to formal prayer but if this would be real in some sense, then this is a kind of spirituality which can also give meaning to what the priest celebrates. It is a moment wherein a priest may intimately encounter the One who called him and celebrates with him together the banquet of the Eucharist in the altar at the upper room.

2012-12-23T18:55:00.002-08:00

The people in darkness have seen a great light.

The Lord of our longing has conquered the night.

HAPPY CHRISTMAS !!!

Tuesday of the 1st Week of Advent (C)

2012-12-11T18:41:00.002-08:00

Ang tawo nga mapaubsanun malipayon nga mag-alagad sa Dios

Ang atong unang pagbasa karon, nagsaysay mahitungod sa pag-abot sa Mesiyas nga kaliwat ni David, nga sa dugay na nga panahon gipaabot ug gilauman sa katawhan sa Israel nga muluwas kanila gikan sa kaulipnan. Gipadayag ni Propeta Isaias nga ang pag-abot sa Mesiyas, pinaagi sa gahum sa Espiritu Santo, magdala ug dakong paglaum alang sa tanan. Maangkon nila ang kalinaw, kaangayan ug panaghiusa sa pag-abot sa Mesiyas. Kining gasa sa kaluwasan dili lamang alang sa mga kabus ug mga nipupigan kundili naglangkob kini sa kaluwasan sa tanang kabuhatan.

Ang mga hulagway nga gipadayang ni Propheta Isaias usa ka katingalahan o imposible sa atong mga panghuna-huna. “Magtipon ug puyo ang lobo ug nating karnero, magsalo ug pagkaon ang liyon ug mga nating baka, ang bata magdula diha sa buho sa halas nga malala ug ang batang nilutas mukuot sa lungib sa hagwason”. Kining maong hulagway sa panaghiusa ug kalinaw sa kalibutan usa ka timailhan sa pag abot sa Mesiyas

Si Jesus, nga mao ang Mesiyas, nagpadala sa 72 ka mga lalaki nga iyang mga sumusud aron pagsangyaw ngadto sa mga kasikbit nga mga lungsod. Ang mga gipadala sa maong tahas mibalik nga puno sa kalipay tungod sa daghang mga katingalahang butang nga ilang nasaksihan ug nasinati pinaagi sa paggamit sa Iyang ngalan. Mao nga sa atong ebanghelyo karon si Jesus sa iyang dakong kalipay mibungat sa mga pulong sa pasalamat “Amahan, Ginoo sa langit ug sa yuta, nagpasalamat ako kanimo tungod kay gipadayag mo man ngadto sa mga walay kahibalo ang imong gililong sa mga makinaadmanon ug sa mga may kahibalo”. Nahimong nagmabungahon sila sa pagbuhat sa ilang misyon dili tungod sa ilang katakus, kaalam ug mga talento kundili tungod sa ilang tinud-anay nga pag-ila ug dakong pagsalig kang Kristo. Ang pagka-walay kahibalo wala magpasabot sa kakulang sa kalantip sa pangisip kundili ang hiyas sa pagdawat sa kamatuoran nga wala kitay mahimo kung ang atong kaugalingon lamang ang atong gisaligan. Nagkinahanglan kita sa panabang ug kaluoy sa Dios aron kita magmabungahon sa atong mga tahas.

In English, it is translated as “Childlike”. They are those who realize their own limitations that by themselves, they don’t have the power to do both simple and amazing things. But my accepting such nothingness, they become more receptive, allowing the Holy Spirit to work in them. Kining maong grasya sa pagkamapaubsanun nga nadawat sa mga sumusunod ni Jesus nakapahimo kanila nga mga maayong magsasangyaw ug malipayon nga nag-alagad diha uban sa panabang sa Dios.

Niining bahina, kita nga naninguha sa pagsunod Kaniya, gi-awhag usab nga magpabilin nga mapaubsanon ug kanunay natong huna-hunaon nga ang atong pag-ambit niining maong tawag dili tungod sa atong mga kaantiguhan ug kahanas kundili tungod sa Ginoo nga nagtawag kanato. Gipili niya kadtong mga mahuyang aron ang grasya sa Ginoo maglig-on kaniya. Angkunon nato ang atong mga kakulangon bisan pa man ug kini sakit dawaton, ug sa hinay-hinay bag-ohon nato ang atong kaugalingon uban sa panabang sa Dios.

Adunay usa seminarista samtang kami nangaon miingon, kuya nag-crisis man ko, murag lisod naman kaayo, daghan problema, daghan pa jud requirements, etc….mitubag ko, sulod sa imong kwarto bai, ug gusto ka-muhilak, hilak ug taman, ug pag-ampo… mulabay ra na!. Sa akong tan-aw mabaw ra kaayo ang akung tubag sa akong igsuon nga seminarista ug siguro dili makahupay sa iyang pagbati apan alang kanako mao man kini ang akong paagi sa akong pagdawat sa akong mga kalisdanan ug kakulangon atobangan sa Ginoo.

Tinood nga luyo sa atong mga katawa adunay daghang mga pagbati ug kalisdanan nga atong gihambin sulod sa atong kaugalingon. Apan ang Dios mipadayag sa Iyang presensya sa atong kinabuhi sa nagkalain-lain nga paagi aron paglig-on kanato nga mga mahuyang.

Niining unang semana sa Adbento, makita ug mailhan unta nato si Jesus dili tungod sa kalantip sa atong huna-huna diha sa atong pagtuon bahin Kaniya kundili diha usab sa atong yano ug hilum nga pagkighimamat ug pagpaminaw Kaniya diha sa nagkadaiya nato nga kasinatian, maayo man o dili. Mapasalamaton kita niining maong personal nga pagpakatawo sa Mesiyas sa atong kinabuhi tungod kay mao kini ang mahinungdanung butang nga makapa-sustiner kanato niining maong matang sa kinabuhi diin kita gitawag. Bulahan gayud kita nga nakasinati niini kay daghan ang buot mutanaw apan wala makakita, daghan ang buot mamati apan wala makabati.

Bartimaeus

2012-10-27T07:29:00.001-07:00

In this gospel reading we hear the story of Blind Batimaeus begging for Jesus’ attention and mercy so that he would be healed from his blindness. It is good to be mindful of the situation of this lowly beggar. He was sitting at the roadside…jaon ra tawon sa kilid nan dayan nagpungko. Mura kabahin sa mga tawo na tagtawag na “marginalized person”. Sauna sa gagmay pa kita, tagtudloan kita na kun magsuyat gani jaon gajod ton margin. An margin bagan way labot na sa tibuok na papel, art-art ra kibali dakan plastado ato pagsuyat sanan gana tan-awon. Dili na nato suyatan an margin kay jaon naman sa kilid, waya nay labot kibali hampan dili sab maradjaw na jaon na sa kilid an suyat.

We could somehow imagine how Bartimaeus lived his life. A person who is marginalized, insignificant, less important… May I allow you to hear the deafening shouts of Batimaues. Sa kahamuk na tawo, nadunggan pa gajod sija ni Jesus. It is mentioned in the gospel that people scolded him to make him keep silent… but he shouted all the more… “Jesus, Son of David… have pity on me!!!...” waya sija manumbaling sa mga tawo, nagpadajon sija nan suminggit… we could somehow understand him because for all his life, his was always silent at the corner. Nobody cared for him. He was no ‘voice’ in his own community.

But what caught my attention on this gospel pericope is Jesus’ act of mercy. Ang Ginoo nga nanumbaling niining tawo nga walay bili atubangan sa mga mata sa katawhan. (Here I remember the words of Mary… My soul proclaims the greatness of the LORD… for He has looked with favor on his lowly servant.) The God who cares so much for this lowly, rejected and insignificant creature and ask… What do you want me to do for YOU?... What a very personal and intimate gesture of Jesus… God loves us so much that even how ‘ordinary’ we are he continuously shows his mercy on us. Andam Siya kanunay nga mulinggi ug mutanaw kanato sa bisan unsa nga sitwasyon sa kinabuhi.

God meets us where we are…

Is it not good news for all of us?

The Wemmicks Story

2012-10-24T03:51:00.001-07:00

The Wemmicks were small wooden people. These little wooden people were carved by a woodworker named "Eli." Eli's workshop sat on a hill overlooking the Wemmick Village. Every one of the Wemmicks were different. Some had big noses, others had large eyes. Some were tall and others were short. Some wore hats, others wore coats. But all were made by the same carver and all lived in the same village.

All day long, every day, the Wemmicks did the same thing. They gave each other stickers. Each Wemmick had a box of golden star stickers and a box of dull gray dot stickers. Up and down the streets all over the city, people could be seen sticking gold stars or gray dots onto each other. The pretty ones, those with smooth wood and fine paint, always got shiny gold stars! But if the wood was rough or the paint was chipped, the Wemmicks gave dull gray dots. The talented ones got stars, too. Some could lift big sticks high above their heads or jump over tall boxes. Still others knew big words or could sing very pretty songs. Everyone gave them shiny gold stars! Some Wemmicks had stars all over them! Every time they got a star it made them feel so good that they did something else and got another star.

There were many other Wemmicks though that could do very little. They got dull gray dots! There was one little Wemmick and his name was "Punchinello." He tried to jump high like the others, but he always fell. And when he fell, the others would gather 'round and give him dull gray dots. Sometimes when he fell, it would scar his wood, so the people would give him more gray dots. He would try to explain why he fell and, in doing so, he would say something really silly. Then the Wemmicks would give him some more dots!!!

After a while, Punchinello had so many dots that he didn't want to go outside. He was afraid he would do something dumb such as forget his hat or step in the water, and then people would give him more dull gray dots. In fact, he had so many gray dots that some people would come up and just give him one without any reason! "He deserves lots of dots," they would say. The wooden people would agree with one another. "He's not a good wooden person," they would say. After a while Punchinello believed them. "I am not a good Wemmick!" he would say. The few times he went outside, he hung around other Wemmicks who had a lot of gray dots. At least he felt better around them.

One day, Punchinello met a Wemmick who was unlike any he'd ever met. She had no dull gray dots and did not have any shiny golden stars either. She was a wooden Wemmick and her name was "Lucia." It wasn't that people didn't try to give her stickers; it's just that the stickers didn't stick to her!!! Some admired Lucia for having no dots, so they would run up and give her a star. But it would fall off. Some would look down on her for having no stars, so they would give her a dot. But they would not stick either!!!

"That's the way I want to be!" thought Punchinello. "I don't want anyone's marks!" So he asked the "stickerless" Wemmick how she did it. "It's easy," Lucia replied. "Every day I go see Eli." Punchinello asked,"Eli? Who is Eli?" She replied "Yes, Eli, He is the woodcarver. I sit in His workshop and spend time with Him." He asked Lucia,"Why do you do that?" Lucia told him, "Why don't you find out for yourself? Go up the hill and visit with Him. He's there!" And with that, the sweet little Wemmick named Lucia turned and skipped away.

"But He won't want to see me!" Punchinello cried out to her. Lucia didn't hear him, as she was too far away. So Punchinello went home. He sat near a window and watched the wooden people as they scurried around giving each other gold stars and gray dots. "It's just not right," he muttered to himself. Then he resolved to go see Eli after all. Punchinello walked up the narrow path to the top of the hill and stepped into the big Woodcarver Shop. His little wooden eyes widened at the size of everything. The stool was as tall as he was. He had to stretch on his tippy-toes to see the top of the workbench. A hammer was as long as his arm. Punchinello swallowed hard and thought to himself, "I'm not staying here!" and he turned to leave. Then he heard his name. "Punchinello?" said this voice, so deep and strong. Just then Punchinello stopped. The voice said, "Punchinello, oh how good it is of you to come! Let me have a look at you."

Punchinello slowly turned around and looked at the large bearded craftsman and said, "Sir, you know my name?" "Of course I do. I made you," Eli said. All of a sudden, Eli stooped down and picked little Punchinello up and set him on the workbench. "Hmmmmm," the Maker spoke thoughtfully as he inspected the gray circles all over him, "Looks like you've been given some bad marks." Punchinello explained,"Oh, Eli, I didn't mean to; really I didn't!!! I really tried hard not to." The Maker said, "Oh, you don't have to defend yourself to me, my child. I don't care what the other Wemmicks think." Punchinello asked, "Really? You don't?" Then Eli said, "No and you shouldn't either. Who are they to give stars or dots? They are Wemmicks just like you. What they think really doesn't matter at all, Punchinello. All that matters is what I think. And I think you are pretty special." Punchinello laughed, "Oh, me special? How can I be special? I can't walk fast. I can't jump. My paint is peeling. I make silly mistakes all the time and I am not a beautiful Wemmick like some of the others. How could I matter to you?" Eli looked at Punchinello and put his hands on those little wooden shoulders of his and spoke very slowly, "Because Punchinello... you are mine. That's why you matter to me." Punchinello had never had anyone look at him like this before or say anything so nice, much less his Maker! He didn't know what to say!

"Punchinello, every day I've been waiting and hoping you would come to see me," Eli explained. Punchinello looked up at him and said, "I came because I met a sweet Wemmick girl who had no marks." Eli said, "I know. Lucia told me about you." So Punchinello asked, "Why don't the stickers stay on Lucia?" Eli said, "Because she has decided that what I think is more important than what anyone else thinks. The stickers only stick if you let them." Punchinello looked puzzled and said, "What?" Eli said, "Yes, the stickers only stick if they matter to you. The more you trust My love, the less you will care about those stickers." But Punchinello said, "I'm not sure I really understand. What you are saying?" The maker said, "You will, but it will take some time. You've got a lot of marks. So for now, just come to see me every day and let me remind you how much I care about you." Eli lifted Punchinello off the bench and set him on the floor. "Now remember," Eli said as the Wemmick walked out the door. "You ARE special because I made you, and I don't make mistakes."

Punchinello didn't stop, but in his heart he thought, "I think He really means it." And each time he remembered what Eli told him and each time he went to visit and talk with Eli, one of Punchinello's dots would fall off. They kept falling off and soon they were all gone!!!

So like Punchinello, we must remember one thing: "Man looks on the outward appearance, but God looks on the heart." (I Samuel 16:7)

(source:http://www.inspirationalstories.com/2/226.html)

Sacramental Life

2012-10-23T23:58:00.000-07:00

‘Neither the planter nor the waterer matters; only God, who makes things grow’

While Bp. David was delivering his talk to the Alumni, I was quite busy roaming around preparing for the Eucharistic celebration. I wish I was one of those persons sitting there to listen to the bishop’s talk but even then, I was able to grasp inspiring thoughts from that conference. One point that stirred me was his honest confession ‘matagal na akong nag-hohomily pero para bang may kaba pa rin akong nararamdaman, and I don’t know where is it coming from… then one day I realized, that the fear that I feel comes from the thought that my preaching is not about me but God’s own message’

In today’s reading we hear this community in Corinth, gifted with faith yet seemed to be a divided community that struggles to achieve spiritual maturity. Their immaturity bridged occasions of jealousy and quarrel that even reached the point of rivalry. They always compared themselves with the other group – they who belonged to Paul and they who were followers of Apollos. St. Paul reminded this community that the minister is not the determinant of fruitfulness in the Lord; they are all ministers, mere representatives and that each of them is simply doing what the Lord has willed them to do.

Jesus, in our gospel today, experienced the same attitude that was shown by the believing community of Corinth. People looked for Him and when they found him, they prevented Him from leaving. The people wanted to own Jesus for they found hope in Him. It created in them the feeling of confidence for having the change to belong to this kind of leader. Perhaps this is a normal tendency of a believing community who finds a rare and extraordinary kind of minister. Yet for us future ministers, this situation is going to be tricky when people will try to ‘own’ or ‘take hold’ of us. What makes it more complicated is when we find ourselves becoming very comfortable where we are and with the people entrusted to our care. The tendency to stay in a place of comfort is so strong especially when our needs are fueled by the kind of treatment that the people are showing.

Today, we are reminded to gaze at this man we long to follow and to listen carefully to him whose burning desire was to follow the will of His father “To the other town I must announce the good news because that is why I was sent”. Bp. David in his talk on Priesthood as Sacramental leadership emphasized that, priesthood is an outward sign of the unseen leader. Ang pari usa ka-representante sa dili makita nga pagkapari ni Kristo. Presbyters should be mindful that they are not made for themselves but rather sent in the service of the Kingdom. For us, priests to be, I think we need to put this in our hearts and minds, that whatever we do always points to Christ, the one we are following. We should not forget that our presence and actions must point to Him whom we dare to imitate.

In our apostolate areas we usually gain new acquaintances, new friends, and a new community. There, we may experience that the people confidently connect to us, perhaps not because of our greatness and physical attributes but maybe because of our unique identity, that is, being called to be a future minister of Christ standing in behalf of God in their midst. Priests do not own their parishioners, they do not own the liturgy, and they do not own their priesthood. They are sent to represent the priesthood of Christ. With Paul we ask, who then is Apollos, who then is Paul, who then are our priests? Who then are we – seminarians? We are ‘simply ministers’ or plant waterers’ and only God causes the growth.

But our consolation is that we are not just representatives. We also participate in the mission of Christ in our own limited way. We are God’s co-worker. The moment we leave our own boundaries and comfort zones to be in touch with the people in our apostolate areas - when students feel delighted by our presence in schools, when we visit the cold, difficult world of our brethren in prison cells and other rehabilitation centers, when we listen attentively to a teary-eyed Sendong survivor who gradually find new meaning in life because of our presence. These and many more, are our little share of Christ’s sacramental leadership, our privilege, our mission.

As we participate in the mission of Christ, may we also feel the kind of fear that Bp.David felt in his heart. I believe this is a healthy fear, knowing in the depths of our hearts, that who we are and what we do points to Christ, the One we represent. It should never point to us. Our priestly vocation is not about us. Our mission does not stop with us. As we live each day, may our lives be transformed into a sacramental presence, a sacramental life patterned after the Lord’s own life.

Gratitude to the Persons sitting at the “cathedra” of the Local Church of Surigao

2012-03-07T19:30:00.002-08:00

I was doing my research work and profiling in my own diocese for Transformative Pastoral Leadership Program. As I was scanning those old yet valuable documents, I was able to discover the humble beginning of the erection of the Diocese of Surigao. I noticed myself that much of my attention was leading to know these few significant persons (hopefully not forgotten) of this beloved Diocese. They were the first who laid the foundation of faith in the lives of all Surigaonuns, of which, we are still enjoying now.

I opted to share this short information as a simple act of gratitude for them who were not Surigaonuns yet labored so much for all of us. We may not know their names and even recognize their faces but it goes without saying that they have contributed much to where we are now.

As I was gazing at their (bishops) pictures, I could not help but imagine the vastness and beauty of the Diocese of Surigao at present– the clergy, consecrated nuns serving the Diocese, lay leaders, and the faithful congregation. These are just few of the many concrete evidences of how they gave themselves faithfully and zealously in their apostolic and prophetic role in building the local church of Surigao.

Pagkagana ba lamang handumun na kun uno kita kuman, nagpakita na jaoy mga tawo na nag-una dato na naghago pagdajaw, mipa-tuyo sa ilang mga singgot para gajod sa katawhan nan Surigao. Ako na-imagine an kalisod sanan kahago kun tag-uno nila pagsugod pagtukod nan ini na Simbahan. Kalapad karadjaw an sakop nan Diocesis nan Surigao, dili pa gajod maradjaw an dayan pero malahutayon gihapon sila na miserbisyo.

Ini siguro an dako na hagit kuman dato na mga Surigaonun – Human kita makatilaw sa resulta sa paningkamot sa mga tawo na nag-una dato, magpadajon isab untana kita na maningkamot aron mapalambo kun uno may nasugdan na. Dili nato sayangan ug dauton ang mga gipundar ug gihaguan sa iban. Magmatinud-anun untana kita sa nagkalain-lain natong mga tahas diha sa Simbahan.

Sugdan ta ini kuman !

May I invite all the Surigaonuns and even those faithful congregations from the neighboring Dioceses (Tandag and Butuan) to remember and pray for our beloved Bishops who took the first lead for you and me to follow.

Let us thank the good LORD for giving us shepherds after His own heart.

Brief History of the Diocese of Surigao

It was Pope Pius XII who elevated the provinces of Surigao and Agusan into a diocese on June 3, 1939. It was erected on November 10, 1939 with Bishop James T. Hayes, SJ of Cagayan de Oro as the temporary administrator. The diocese of Surigao is a suffragan of Cagayan de Oro which comprises the entire civil province of Surigao del Norte with the titular - San Nicolas de Tolentino. It has a total land area of 3,739 sq. kms., with a total population of 457,785 and 353,764 Catholics.

Bishop Giovanni VRAKKING, M.S.C.

(1940.05.25 – 1955)

Born: 1886.12.27 (Netherlands)

Ordained Priest: 1911.08.13

Consecrated Bishop:1940.09.21

Died: 1961.01.29 († 74)

Bishop of Surigao (Philippines) (1940.05.25 – 1955)

Titular Bishop of Cedamusa (1955 – 1961.01.29)

The first bishop was installed on September 21, 1940 in the person of Fr. John C. Vrakking, MSC. But the joy over the birth of a new diocese was unfortunately short-lived because by then World War II broke out. The missionaries were displaced. Some of them stayed with their parishioners hiding in the mountains.

Bishop Charles VAN DEN OUWELANT, M.S.C.

(1955.03.23 – 1973.01.10)

Born: 1911.07.03 (Netherlands)

Ordained Priest: 1936.08.10

Consecrated Bishop: 1955.06.21

Died: 2003.08.22 († 92)

Bishop of Surigao (Philippines)(1955.03.23 – 1973.01.10)

Msgr. Vrakking got sick in 1953 and was succeeded by Fr. Charles van Ouwelant, MSC as administrator, and eventually on June 21, 1955, Msgr. Ouwelant was ordained second bishop of Surigao. After 18 years, in 1973 he opted to resign and give way to a Filipino

bishop.

On March 31, 1973, Most Rev. Miguel C. Cinches, SVD was installed the third bishop of Surigao whose place of origin was in Dauis, Bohol, born on February 7, 1932. Bishop Cinches labored for 28 long but fruitful years in the diocese of Surigao until finally the fourth bishop

The fourth bishop of Surigao Most Rev. Antonieto D. Cabajog, DD

was an Auxiliary Bishop of Cebu prior to his assignment in Surigao.

He was appointed on April 21, 2001 and installed on July 24, 2001.

Lansang (nail)

2012-01-09T19:41:00.000-08:00

Learning a perpetual life lesson: that is how I viewed the intensive, dreadful yet grace-filled encounter with the LORD within 33-days of directed retreat; a lesson worthy to be carried out for the rest of my life. It enables me to heighten my sensitivity in viewing ordinary life situation in relation to God who made all these things possible. The practice of discernment creates much impact in my life as an ordinary individual, as a Christian and as a seminarian. It is a perpetual life lesson because its effect and value goes beyond time and occasion. It caused me much in changing my personal paradigm – viewing and judging things not according to my subjective optics but through a loving optic manifested in the life of Jesus Christ of whom I contemplate.

Such lesson I learn does not occur in an ordinary class room setting. I did not hear it from a class discussion of a prominent professor, neither from books nor from any other printed materials. I learn it from a series of long waiting; patiently waiting for God to enter where I was. The waiting process was not that easy. It was dimly clouded with varied emotions and internal movements: from fear of what will happen to me during the long retreat, bearing many questions and doubts in mind, to the feeling of excitement given the opportunity to enter into this once in a lifetime meeting of this life-giving God; from a struggle of not able to pray well to the consoling feeling of wanting to spend more time to pray; from being burdened by just looking at my shattered history to the light and soothing feeling of being forgiven; from confusion hearing an advice to leave the retreat to a moment of enlightenment and a greater appreciation of what discernment of spirits is all about; from a lesser desire to pray because of the thought of extending the retreat to a greater desire to pray to somehow know and learn to love the way the LORD loves.

My 33-days of being with the LORD may symbolize with a nail – a strong metal pin with a flat head and a pointed end that is hammered into wood or masonry and used to fasten objects together or hang something on. An instrument has no use without a hand that holds on it and hammers it on. There I see myself, like a nail, an insignificant creature apart from the creator, losing its effectiveness and value apart from the one who suppose to hold me. Losing that grip might miss to hit the head of the nail. It’s a fall short. Life at times is like that.

Through the years I realized I was becoming too self-sufficient. I thought I had the capacity to manage myself completely. I was then tempted to own my unique giftedness and the “givens” of my world forgetting the Giver himself. It pained me so much to accept that I was on that state realizing the various instances of fall shorts in thoughts, words, actions and even making significant decision in my life. It takes a lot of courage and maturity to own that part of me has went wrong and that I need some modification over my life. I, then, realized that my life was bended. It was twisted yet the LORD was patiently working through me and that gradually transform me so that I could still be usable again.

Looking at Jesus’ way of life, there I saw a very significant life lesson, being simple and ordinary. Qualities that are rooted in His obedience to the Father’s will and it was on this aspect of my life that the LORD was working by rearranging my attitudes, preferences and even my disposition in prayer. The call of a higher degree of obedience kept on lingering through my senses of which I felt that it was truly hard and painful. Yet the LORD has graced me with the gift of openness to be naked before His presence and to my spiritual guide. This grace of openness and trust helped me to feel and understand better what obedience is all about. To allow myself to be handled and cared by someone even at times contrary to my own free choice. Obedience, therefore, is knowing how to bend my own will and the willingness to act what the LORD wants for the greater good. To bend wills is to do something the way we think He does. It is acting on/for something by appropriating how the LORD acts and reacts in a given situation. I know this is not an easy call to practice for it needs greater and longer time for discernment. And the spiritual exercises provided a fertile ground for this.

The words of St. Paul in his letter to the Philippians sounded so personal to me “I can do all things in Him who strengthens me”. The way I understand it is doing things not because of my own effort and potentialities but through Jesus who enables me to do such things. I discovered many things in my life, I valued and acknowledged my talents and the possible things I can do but I realized that it was not because of my own effort alone rather it is His grace working in and through me. And so bragging and self-sufficiency has no space in my life. I don’t have anything and I am nothing without this God who strengthens me. My act of doing is just a faithful response to the grace that I received through his mercy. And I think this is what it is to be passive; this is what indifference means.

Even in the context of prayer, I thought doing much effort in preparing myself and the materials for prayer would caused more meaning and fruitfulness in my formal prayer periods but I truly proved it wrong. Before, I already heard it but now I truly am able to experience and learn it by heart that prayer is basically a moment of grace where encounter happens. Those moments of dryness and seemingly nothingness of God in prayer became my best teacher as I gradually learn to practice the gift of obedience and indifference before a God who is so unique in manifesting his presence in me. Gradually, I was graced by God to be just ‘there’ letting Him to manifest himself in a much unknown way contrary to what I expect. There I saw a God who is like a carpenter rebuilding my broken self. A God who accepts, respects and welcomes where I am, just as he accepted the kind of faith St. Thomas has.

Lansang can be the best representation of me –bended, twisted, weak, deform caused by many fall shorts, not perfect because of the varied instances of misusing the giftedness that the LORD had given. But it was on this retreat that I felt how the LORD was trying to repair my bended self. He was patiently hammering my life allowing me to re-align myself to be used again for a greater purpose. The hammering process was not that easy not because of my hardiness but the feeling of guilt and shame gazing so closely at this God who sees me differently and loved me beyond what human love means. Such an experience evoke in me an interior knowledge that my life was truly not mine to take and it is a visible manifestation of His great mercy working though me. There I was able to appreciate more the song “Take LORD, receive”.

Lastly, it is my ardent prayer that whatever things I learn and experience during the retreat I may be able to remember it and practice it for life. These lasting memories with the LORD would serve as a nail that makes firm the connection of both ends- my desire and God’s grace. I still don’t know what lies ahead, but these loving memories would truly make a greater difference in viewing life even in moments of frustrations and darkness. This emotional knowledge and connectedness through constant prayer and discernment would serve as my foundation as I advance in my priestly formation and I would cherish it for the rest of my life. Failures, dryness, frustrations, pains, darkness might come but such an experience would not caused me to be blinded but rather recognize him more even in the midst of it all and say, it is the LORD.

New Year 2012

2011-12-31T02:01:00.000-08:00

New Year... A new light..... A new hope!!!!

Archbishop’s Pause for Thought message

2011-12-26T07:00:00.000-08:00

nativity scene:KT Bruce

(The Archbishop of Canterbury, Dr Rowan Williams, has spoken on BBC Radio 2’s Pause for Thought programme to reassure listeners that however imperfect or ‘messy’ their Christmasses may be, God will still be there for them.)

You know how every year you say, 'This year I'm going to get Christmas sorted out. I'll have the cards written by December the first and I'll work our properly what we can afford and do the presents in time, and I'll know exactly how many people are coming for meals and when, and...'all the rest of it. Lurking somewhere in our minds is the idea of the Perfect Christmas (probably with snow, only not the kind that closes down airports and messes up our travel plans).

And every year, mysteriously, all our plans seem to evaporate and it's the usual mess, with all the last minute panic. There'll be a good few people concerned just now about what they can afford for a start.

Yet it's odd in a way, this business of Perfect Christmasses. The story of the first Christmas is the story of a series of completely unplanned, messy events – a surprise pregnancy, an unexpected journey that's got to be made, a complete muddle over the hotel accommodation when you get there...Not exactly a perfect holiday.

But it tells us something really vital. We try to plan all this stuff and stay in charge, and too often (especially with advertisers singing in our ears the whole time) we think that unless we can cook the perfect dinner, plan the perfect wedding, organise the perfect Christmas, we somehow don't really count or we can't hold our heads up.

But in the complete mess of the first Christmas, God says, 'Don't worry – I'm not going to wait until you've got everything sorted out perfectly before I get involved with you. I'm already there for you in the middle of it all, and if you just let yourself lean on me a bit instead of trying to make yourself and everything around you perfect by your own efforts, everyone will feel a little more of my love flowing'.

I'm never sure whether to wish anyone a peaceful Christmas, because it hardly ever is. But I can wish you joy in the midst of the mess, and every blessing from the God of ordinary, untidy, surprising things.

source: http://www.archbishopofcanterbury.org/articles.php/2283/archbishops-pause-for-thought-message

KNOWING WHAT YOU DON'T KNOW

2011-12-25T21:45:00.000-08:00

There are four clear states of knowledge and understanding in which you can find yourself.

1. You know something and know that you know it.

2. You know something, but you don't know you know it.

3. You don't know something, but you don't know that you don't know it.

4. You don't know something, but you know that you don't know it.

All of us live part of our personal and professional lives in each of there areas at one time or another. They each have their advantages and disadvantages. If you know something and know that you know it you can act with confidence and profit from the experience; however. it is important to not rest in this knowledge as the state of the art will always change, and the rate of change is accelerating daily. People who know a computer program and knows that they know it will be forced to upgrade their skills as new generations of software are developed, or they will be left behind.

All of us from time to time, know something but don't know that we know it. This is caused by a lack of perspective. There is probably a piece of property near where you live that you have driven by countless times. Then, all of a sudden, it becomes extremely valuable and is developed in such a way that the owner or speculator profit greatly. If you will look back at the situation, you may realize that, had you thought about it from a different perspective, you knew - or at least should have known-that that property would increase in value. You simply didn't compile the knowledge in such a way that you could recognize the value and act upon it.

The most dangerous people in the world are those who don't know something but they don't realize that they don't know it. These are the people who go through life and fall into every pitfall and obstacle along the way. They think they know it all, but in reality, they only learn from the mistakes that their ignorance causes them to make. They are over-confident, and you simply can't tell them anything. The best you can do for them is to stand back and help pick them up after the inevitable crash and burn.

The greatest potential is held by those people who don't know something but understand that they don't know it. This is a powerful concept that they can understand that there is something they don't know and recognize that they need to know it. These individuals rarely make mistakes, and they are always growing and developing. The world doesn't belong to them yet, but it probably will someday.

As you go through you day today, act on the things you know and build on the things you don't know.

source: Excerpt from the book "Today's the Day, Jim Stovall, 2007

2011 Christmas

2011-12-24T08:02:00.001-08:00

The Ten Happiest Jobs

2011-10-24T07:36:00.000-07:00

1. Clergy: The least worldly are reported to be the happiest of all

2. Firefighters: Eighty percent of firefighters are “very satisfied” with their jobs, which involve helping people.

3. Physical therapists: Social interaction and helping people apparently make this job one of the happiest.

4. Authors: For most authors, the pay is ridiculously low or non-existent, but the autonomy of writing down the contents of your own mind apparently leads to happiness.

5. Special education teachers: If you don’t care about money, a job as special education teacher might be a happy profession. The annual salary averages just under $50,000.

6. Teachers: Teachers in general report being happy with their jobs, despite the current issues with education funding and classroom conditions. The profession continues to attract young idealists, although fifty percent of new teachers are gone within five years.

7. Artists: Sculptors and painters report high job satisfaction, despite the great difficulty in making a living from it.

8. Psychologists: Psychologists may or may not be able to solve other people’s problems, but it seems that they have managed to solve their own.

9. Financial services sales agents: Sixty-five percent of financial services sales agents are reported to be happy with their jobs. That could be because some of them are clearing more than $90,000 dollars a year on average for a 40-hour work week in a comfortable office environment.

10. Operating engineers: Playing with giant toys like bulldozers, front-end loaders, backhoes, scrapers, motor graders, shovels, derricks, large pumps, and air compressors can be fun. With more jobs for operating engineers than qualified applicants, operating engineers report being happy.

source: Steve Denning, Contributor; http://www.forbes.com/sites/stevedenning/2011/09/12/the-ten-happiest-jobs/

"GIVENS"

2011-10-04T00:12:00.000-07:00

It will not, it should not, it must not - but the real thing is, it happen. It’s given.

I noticed myself quite emotional watching the last friday episode (Sept 30,2011) of 100 days to heaven aired by ABS-CBN. The dialogue between Sophia ( Jodi Sta. Maria) and Anna ( Coney Reyes) was so realistic and so real that it truly captured my emotion. I was surprised with my own uncontrollable reaction knowing for a fact that I don’t have any similar experience like that of Sophia. “Sino ba ako?” Sino ba mga magulang ko? Bakit nila ako ipinamigay na parang tuta? – Such lines evoked in me the desire to write this simple enlightenment which emanates from a disturbed emotion.

What truly disturbed me was the thought that many young, innocent individuals who have been desperately searching for their own identity because of some conflicting realities – be it a marital conflict, unwanted pregnancies which resulted to adoption, economic inability for child rearing or from any other unthinkable circumstances. In Anna’s case, it was a desperate move to hide her incapacity to handle a painful love affair, which in effect, resulted to a lifelong separation.

How many of our brethren who are facing such scenario, how many of us who are now suffering because of some mistakes, lapses caused by unreflective decisions in life? Whatever stories we have, whatever background we came from – the truth is, this is part of who we are, this is part of the many ‘givens’ in life. All of us are born to live with the given realities in our lives no matter how painful or shameful it may be.

Together with such realization, is an invitation to be courageous in accepting that we don’t have the capacity to change what was given. To be born with the kind of parents we have, to be born as a Filipino and not as a Czech or Slovak, to be male rather than female, to be born on this century and not on the future -these are all natural realities which are part of the givens of life. If we dare to look closely to the realities of life, we would probably discover many wounding experiences endured by many because they are caught into situations that they themselves has no capacity to rectify and it gradually affect their lives even at present.

Are there still hope? YES!... – To live and accept the many “givens” in life but mindful that we can still do great things beyond our horizon. We may have bitter childhood upbringings, hurtful family background, but it would not deter us from moving forward - to dream for more, to search for more, and to live for more. Accepting the ‘givens’ of life is a sign of great humility to acknowledge the fragility of human existence yet hopeful to gaze at the future.

Goose bumps

2011-09-29T23:25:00.000-07:00

I had a memorable experience working as a volunteer in a certain government hospital in Cagayan de Oro City. People in the hospital were thinking that I was as parts of the personnel in the dietary department helping the regular staff delivers food for the patients. But my real purpose of being expose there was just to be there- in the midst of ailing and suffering people giving them the opportunity to talk and to unload their burdens. While most of us are evading hurts, suffering, pain here I am, allowing myself to be in touch with the miseries of the world. It’s quite weird, but this is where I found fulfillment, this is where I found my happiness.

with a nurse at the OPD

If I were to describe my hospital exposure, it was a month of goose bumps. I was assigned in a government hospital which was quite distant from the seminary. Fear takes over the first time I trudge the unfamiliar road going to that hospital, fearful, having a thought that I do not want to look people who were in the state of suffering and at the same time, conscious that I was incapacitated with the ability to really enter into the pains of others. Yet there is also an element of excitement with the hopeful expectation that it would be helpful for me as a person in formation.

Spending the rest of the day talking and listening to patients and watchers unique stories and on how they struggled for survival, I was gradually learning to go into their real life story. They furnished me with degree of knowledge on how they have been living as ordinary individuals whining in pain because of poverty. They have been deprived of many things yet they could still find meaning to live and to laugh. Such an experience made me realized that those people confined in the hospital were real people, they really show genuine emotions. They laugh with a very simple punch lines yet assertive in demanding for privacy and silence and, at times, cried with a painful acceptance of their state of helplessness. There were no pretentions. No masks to cover their real identity. They engage into conversation openly and never afraid to be judged by others. I got goose bumps knowing their feelings of depression, fear, sadness, loneliness and on how they become immune with the unthinkable pains and struggles in life. These were the dominant feelings of patients as they march the battlefield of life and death inside the hospital yet continues to hunger for God’s mercy. I got goose bumps of how I have been moved by their faith stories of how God as been present amidst human frailty. Being in the face of such crisis, it made me realized that indeed there is strength in vulnerability, that is, we become more real before others and before God in times of helplessness and that the glory of God continues to shine even in human weakness.

Goose bump has become my means to have an emotional memory of what transpired me during the day that gradually imprinted in my heart.

Here are some of those…

I got goose bumps hearing a patient’s request for pray-over, with the hope that he may experience relief from his present state of weakness. The feeling of unworthiness sometimes flourish that hinders me to act appropriately, having in mind that I am not capable of doing such, and at the same time, doubtful of its effect . Yet I was reminded with the phrase “we are not called to be fruitful but to be faithful”, carried with that consolation was a challenge to deepen more my relationship to the God who heals. It’s quite awkward to pray-over a person when you do not spend quality time for prayer.

I got goose bumps looking a pale and a weak body of a nine-month-old baby surrounded by her parents, with the audible sound of moaning from a depressed mother while administering an emergency baptism. I was holding the head of the child as I gently pour the water to her head. I felt how painful it was for the parents but on the other side, I regard it as a moment of grace being able to administer a sacrament, though not complete, and take part in the salvation of an innocent child.

OPD

I got goose bumps meeting an elderly doctor showing trust to disclose his identity to me. He spontaneously shared how he had been serving the institution for years and on how he has been faithful to his work and obligation as a father yet after long years of struggle to provide the needs of the family, two of his siblings declared independence to him. Though he did not manifest his emotion of loneliness, I could sense the pain of separation and perhaps, rejection for that matter.

I got goose bumps on one of the ordinary days in the hospital while doing our routine in distributing foods for the patients; I immediately noticed commotion inside the ward. I paused for a while and started to be aware of what had happened. There was adrenaline rush from the medical team. I saw two doctors attending a dying patient. Some nurses surrounding the patient’s bed, one pressing continuously the ambo bag while the other one was trying to administer cardio pulmonary resuscitation (CPR), the rest of them were just standing holding some medical paraphernalia. I was just there standing while looking intently towards the patient, few minutes had passed, I noticed the doctors started to remove their plastic gloves and one of them gently approached the lonely family standing at the corner of the ward. They were conversing but I was not able to grasp it. The atmosphere of the ward shifted just for a second, tears started to fall as they stared towards the lifeless body of their loved one. Being one of the eyewitnesses I also felt the sadness and the pain of losing someone so dear. I left the room silently as if someone has left me. I was depressed.

These are one of the many incidents that people are facing everyday and it give me the opportunity to have a glimpse of the various faces and stories of people whom I would be serving in the future. People who have been suffering from various physical pains, some of which seems to be healthy and good yet carries a ‘pathology’ deep within caused by psychological issues. The former is really obvious than the latter yet it would not suggest that one must be given more emphasis than the other. Both calls for mature attention for healing and therefore both must be taken seriously.

One thing that transpired me in the hospital exposure was the remarkable dedication of some doctors and nurses and even medical staff in giving themselves to perform their responsibilities as caregivers. They somehow wanted to create fleshly reality of what Hippocratic Oath is all about and I think this is where I was called for, that is, to allow myself to be in a situation where care as abstract becomes a reality. Priesthood, therefore, is a vocation to care. And it goes beyond physical care for it calls for the care of souls.

Before I started the hospital exposure, I wrote three important things that I need to learn, namely, the ability to wait, attentive listening skills and empathy. To some extent, I think I was doing extra effort to attain this goal. The ability to wait and just standing before the patient doing nothing, waiting for right moment to speak and intervene with the conversation of others. To patiently lend my ears on things that do not matter to me at all yet I chose to hear their cries of suffering, their stories of failures to give them assurance that I am with them to what state they are in. I want them to feel that somebody cared for them not because of blood relationship but because God cares for them. I may not be too expressive with what I feel but I sense that sometimes, I would be overwhelmed with the emotions showed by the patients and even watchers. Gradually, I learn to feel how it was like to be in a situation where I cannot do anything. It truly hurts. But that painful situation leads to the realization of a God who also suffers yet brings a hopeful assurance through His resurrection.

Goose bumps are just nothing but a physiological reaction to a given stimulus but this time it is more than just a reaction but a sign inviting me to realize that priesthood is not just administering sacraments but it is more on wading to the very experience of people under the care of a priest and accompanying them with empathy in moment that they are most vulnerable so that they could still feel and see God’s presence even at the lowest point of their lives. These ordinary goose bumps that I felt in the midst of various situations in life were concrete reminder that when a priest starts to face squarely the mélange of life’s complexity, of which, the subject of his service, then priesthood may be view uniquely and essentially. Priesthood will neither become an opportunity to be grabbed; nor a privilege to be enjoyed but a responsibility to be lived for a lifetime.

Being Real Before God

2011-09-24T01:48:00.000-07:00

Relationship with God – or, indeed, with anyone – grow only when we can be “real” before Him. Being as “real” as one can before God is an essential requirement for prayer. It doesn’t matter what one’s response to God is, as long as it is real. Even the fears, the anger, the disappointments that people always find embarrassing to admit, are real; responding to God honestly keeps the relationship alive, and opens one to God’s further revelation.

On the other hand, we notice time and time again how prayer – and relationship – collapse when people try to behave differently from how they really feel. For example. A religious sister told of how boring and painful she found prayer, until she finally admitted to God that she was angry with him for the death of her closest friend years before. The young man who desired his “freedom” more that anything else, “couldn’t pray at all, until he was able to say to God (and to himself) that he was unfaithful to his wife, and had been justifying his sin for months. It is as though all our energy goes into hiding what we don’t want God to see.

Yet God love real people, as they are, warts, carbuncles and all. Relationships thrive on reality and openness. Some of the best advice about prayer I’ve ever had heard is to “PRAY AS YOU ARE, NOT AS YOU’RE NOT”, and to “PRAY AS YOU CAN, NOT AS YOU CAN’T”.

What happens as people become more and more real before God? In the first place, God himself becomes more real to them; more tangible, though also more awesome, more loving, and certainly, more challenging. They discover a God whose desire for them as far outweighs all of their dark places, all their unworthiness. The living Lord Jesus looks on them with the same love that He showed the sinful woman sitting at His feet, and the rich young man, and Peter after his betrayal. When we have experienced this great love that God has for us, our prayer and relationship with God goes ahead in leaps and bounds. I have heard people asked “why pray?”. The answer isn’t exactly “why not?” but if I really want God, then, “how could I not?” There are many ways of praying:what all the different ways have in common is that they are all ways of responding to God. Sometimes, too, people say “why do I need to tell what I am thinking of feeling? – God knows, surely”. Yes, God knows – but maybe our telling God is not for God’s sake! Why do lovers keep telling each other of their love? In any relationship we Are serious about, time needs to be taken to be together, to share life’s experiences, to wait, to listen, to ask, to say thank you… “How could we not?”…. We need to.

source: Gallagher, Brian. Pray As You Are. Quezon City: Claretian Publication, Inc. pp.9 - 11

Falling in Love

2011-07-18T23:18:00.000-07:00

I have my own morning routine. I wake up at 5:00, say a little prayer, do some stretching and eventually sit at my chair outside my room. I spend 10-15 minutes in silence sipping a hot cup of coffee, while watching the usual scenery in front of me. One of those ordinary mornings, I notice two birds hopping and flying to one twig to another as if they were running after each other showing affection and love. It amazed me how unique this little creature expresses their instinctive love to one another. With such experience of wonder, I was moved to write this article.

Why do people fall in love? How does it feel to fall in love? What are the dynamics of loving? Silly questions yet quite significant, isn’t it?

Falling in love is basically an experience of abrupt eruption of feelings. Like birds, human instinct operates dictating the person that something is going–on deep inside. Perhaps, a simple wicked of an eye or a shy-looking–smile is quite enough to commensurate with the oozing flow of emotion.

Falling in love needs an element of knowing. An initial feeling seeks for more and a serious attempt to know the person might be of great help. The more you know the person whom you love, the more that love grows. Knowing here does not only mean knowing his/her personal background but most importantly grasping appropriate knowledge of what pleases the beloved. As the relationship grows both parties concern in knowing their unique attitudinal behavior wherein both of them willfully unmask themselves showing who they really are. Falling in love, at this stage, is not so much of condition but rather of position. No more “if’s”, no more “because” but simply “I love you for who and what you are”.

Falling in love is an investment of time. When someone is so in love with the significant others time really matters. There is abrupt shift of interest and priorities especially in using his/her time. Routines in life become disorder because of the time being snatched by the subject of that love. Texting and phone calls becomes frequent and most often than not, that person would just wake up one morning realizing that a day would be so incomplete without sending a simple : -D ; J or m****h!

Falling in love is discovering who you really are. Constant bonding with your partner becomes an opportunity of gradually discovery of one’s unique self. When you are together, there were things, places, music, food, etc that pleases your partner but contrary to your taste. Furthermore, if you look back to your precious relationships you would discover some significant similarities/patterns (it may be physical appearance or attitude) that are common to all individuals which you have previous relationship with. Rationally and emotionally, you have your own reasonable stand why you always fall into those qualities and that shows your partial identity as a sexual being.

A true test of genuine love is when a person continues to decide to love even if at some point in their relationship, the union of two hearts becomes dry and insipid. Normally, we express our feelings and show our love to our partner with a motivation to make our loved one happy. But unconsciously, we want to be romantic and sweet not solely because we want him/her to be happy but for us to supplement what is lacking in our hearts, in other words, we want to fulfill the things we expect for our selfish desire to be happy. It may be painful to accept but in some sense, there might be some degree of truth in it. Therefore, a true expression of love is doing things not for selfish motivation but for the beloved to be happy even if you don’t like it, even if it is meaningless, dry and insipid. You do it because you love.

Falling in love entails vulnerability. The moment you start to disclose yourself to someone is also a moment of allowing yourself to be weak and defenseless before others. In some sense, loving is risking. Though we are fully aware with such pitfall, we still decide to fall in love because we want to commit and allow ourselves to learn how to handle mature relationship. A person, who takes risk, is a person who knows how to decide and a person, who knows how to decide, is a person who is ready to commit and a person, who is committed to his/her decision is a mark of a mature individual.

This is what it takes to be a priest. A person who knows (others really experience) how is it to fall in love, initially may have the capacity to answer the call of the priesthood. For some (me, especially) the desire to embrace priesthood starts with a simple feeling of curiosity and that inquisitive sense produces some degree of knowing what priesthood is all about. It won’t just stop there; reaching priestly ordination needs an ample time of preparation. It takes a decade and beyond to produce just one priest and with that long period of seminary formation, the candidate would not only learn and inherit ecclesiastical dogmas and doctrines of the church but more so with his personhood, that is, to be in touch with his own psychological dynamics.

At times, loneliness in the formation dominates where usual things become meaningless and prayer life become so dry but life must still go on. What is important is the capacity to acknowledge and accept such feelings and find ways to conquer it. Mind you, in all state of life, loneliness would eventually come at some point in time. What is essential is that, we are able to know the art of dancing with such feelings with beauty and grace.

In closing, a seminarian can be considered as a public icon. With the nature of our formation, we always found ourselves into a situation that is new to us. Plunge into the realm of the unknown yet challenge to stand out amidst difficulty. With much desire to give more that what is expected from us for the good of the community where we are serving still we could hear unjust criticism, biases and humiliation. We become vulnerable and weak hearing those negative comments but we still continue to serve. People may have generics to label us but that is not all, we are not define with what people think who we are. We have our individual potentialities that are yet to be exhausted and most importantly God’s grace is always working miraculously for us to be faithful to Him.

We take risk, we decide, we commit because we fall in love with Him.

2011-06-29T22:53:00.000-07:00

As I was walking and finding some materials that can be recycled in an abandoned room in the seminary, I accidentally saw a certain piece of paper, of which, I think, intentionally torn by someone from a book. I got a little attention to it because it imprints my favorite bible passage (Ps.139) especially during my younger years in formation. I love to read this passage and became so real to me when I read it in visayan version. This passage sustains and motivates me in times of difficulties, frustrations, doubts and desolations.

To my surprise, it was artistically revised by a certain author which, of course, I don’t know or even heard his name. But, honestly, it still stirred my innermost being and I think it’s worth posting, it might be a good material for reflection and prayer.
(Just be aware of your feelings and emotions while reading this short yet touching work of art.)

Known

(Ps.139)

Charles K. Robinson

I know you. I created you. I am creating you.

I have love you from your mother’s womb

You have fled – as you now know – from my love.

But I love you nevertheless, and not-the-less

And, however far you flee, it is I who sustain

Your very power of fleeing, and I will never

Finally let you go. . I accept you as you are.

You are forgiven. I know all your sufferings.

I have always known them.

For beyond your understanding,

When you suffer, I suffer. I also know

All the little the little tricks by which you try to hide

The ugliness you have made of your life

From yourself and others.

But you are beautiful.

You are beautiful more deeply within that you can see

You are beautiful because you yourself,

In the unique one that only you are,

Reflect already something of the beauty of holiness in a way

Which shall never end.

You are beautiful also because, I, and I alone,

See the beauty you shall become.

Through the transforming power of my love

You shall become perfectly beautiful

In a uniquely irreplaceable way,

Which neither you nor I will work out alone.

For we shall work it out together.

Source: EMMAUS Center for Psycho-Spiritual Formation

Homily for CKC Thanksgiving Mass

2011-06-23T19:59:00.000-07:00

As the school year comes to an end, I could not afford to leave this institution without expressing my heartfelt gratitude to all of you. Before I would share some insights and memorable experiences, allow me to render you a song:

This is my quest
To follow that star
No matter how hopeless
No matter how far
To fight for the right
Without question or pause
To be willing to march,
march into hell
For that heavenly cause

And I know, If I'll only be true
To this glorious quest; That my heart
Will lie peaceful and calm
When I'm laid to my rest

And the world will be
better for this
That one man, scorned
and covered with scars,
Still strong with his last
ounce of courage
To reach the unreachable….STAR!!!!!

Kining karaan na kaayo ug siguro unappreciated song entitle Impossible Dream captures my one-year experience as a teacher here at Christ the King College, and I think everybody can resonate with the message of the song. Every little success is a gradual realization of our individual dreams. “To dream the impossible dream, to reach the unreachable star “- Graduation day, is somehow reaching that unreachable star in our life. I did not dream to become a teacher and I hate myself being imprisoned with my own thought that I don’t know how to teach. But with my one-year experience here at Christ the King, I proved myself to be wrong; that I can do many things more that what I know. My one- year teaching experience has come to an end and this successful year adds another ladder in reaching out that unreachable star called PRIESTHOOD.

A casual conversation with Sir Rey, ingon sya, “God works in a very ordinary way”. As I pick up bits of experiences of my one year stay at Christ the King College, I came to realize that indeed I met God in the ordinary events of my life. In my short yet fruitful stay at CKC, there were instances and insights that transpire me to continue what I have started. I learn to love CKC and I learn to love the place though, my first reaction when I heard that I would be assigned here at Christ the King College, honestly I did not feel any excitement maybe because my initial plan is to be at St. Michael’s College- Iliigan or San Isidro College in Malaybalay, Bukidnon. But with much obedience to the seminary formators, I submit myself.

My first week here at Gingoog is a tearful week. Walay kaila, dili ko familiar sa lugar, wala ko kabalo asa ko matulog. Naglibot –libot hangtud nakakita ug usa ka boarding house, pagkatulog nako, walay banig, walay unlan, daghan lamok, daghan abug, in short, Hugaw…hehehe… until I found myself crying in the corner of that dark room holding my cell phone, dialing my bishop’s number seeking for comfort and guidance. I almost quit that night, nganu ba nga mianhe pa ko aning dapita nga malipayon naman ko sa Surigao with my work in a certain micro-financing institution. One time, I was standing in front of the school, akong gitanaw ang intero palibut sa schooll, miingon ko, karong tuiga anhi maglibot ang akong kinabuhi. I was standing for a few minutes but no one seemed to notice my presence.(How sad!!!.. hehe) But as I recall everything, I regard it as a moment of grace. I was plunge into the unknown street of Gingoog City yet it is on that same street where I found God in a much unknown way. Mao nay giingon ni Joan BaiNo, on her reflection paper “it’s amazing to realize that ordinary things like the normal occurrence of nature can be an avenue for us to praise and thank God”. Tuod man, sa ginagmay ug yano nga kasinatian, akong nahimamat ang presensya sa Ginoo. In every challenge I conquer, in every difficulty I pass, in every failure I stand, in every heartache I heal and in every smile I share.

I have many valuable and happy memories to tell with my 1-year stay at CKC. Of course, I also learn many things not to mention ang pag- updating sa mga syllabi, making and hitting the deadlines for grades and test questions, checking quizzes and exams, learning plans, basa sa mga reflection papers nga ang uban copy paste ra… dreadful class observation with Mam Grace… unsa pa sir jong? Naa pa ba mam Arlene? Hehehe… But I would like to highlight some of my realization in my stay at CKC. First, a priest or a person who aspire to become a priest needs to be plunge into the unknown so that he may experience God’s miraculous work in his life. This is one aspect of a priest life that I realized, that is, to live a life of radical freedom – radical freedom means, a priest/seminarian willfully accepted a certain unknown area of assignment for a certain purpose yet without concern of the outcome. Kana bang walay kabalaka ug unsay ‘muabot’ ug unsay ‘umaabot’. I work and give my best but it is in God’s own hands that determines the outcome. To fight the unbeatable foe; to bear with unbearable sorrow; to run where the brave dare not go. I dare to fight, I dare to run not because I know I would become victorious, but rather, I dare to accept the challenge because I know God is with me. I am not formed to be a teacher but I bravely accept the challenge to be a teacher because after all it is not my work, it is totally His work and I just let myself participate in this noble mission. Second, a priest/seminarian needs not to be a foreigner to his own people. A kind of priest/seminarian who is emerged with his people yet continues to live with his own identity and not a priest/seminarian in a pedestal which is beyond our reach. Mao bitaw nga ganahan ko makig-story-storya sa mga tawo ug mga studyante. Gapaningkamot ko to reach out and understand my students and the people around me so that I would have an idea of what is in their mind, their interests, and their individual concerns. As such, I could also appropriate what they need.

Why priesthood? Nganung magpari man ka Sir nga pwede naman ka manarbaho ug mamenyo? I was constantly struck with such question posed by some teachers, students and friends. I faithfully ponder and asked myself, Nganung mag-pari man kunuhay ko? As I tried to trace the history of my vocation, it is just a simple attraction sa mga gamit ug sinina sa pari yet later on I became curious of their life, with this, the vocation to the priesthood started to sprout. I don’t know how to explain it but one thing is certain, I am happy and contented with the kind of life that I chose to live. My answers may not satisfy them but it sustains my belief that I made the right decision. I am living inside the seminary for a quite long time but my vocation remains a mystery and would always be a mystery. I will not waste my time searching for the best answer to rationalize my vocation because God knows my heart more than I know myself. The fact that I am contented and happy with my life is indeed a sign that God has a plan for me. It may not be certain but the value of my faith is more than the value of certainty.

With my one- year stay at Christ the king College, there were times that my vocation became blurred especially when I feel so exhausted working with all the things that I am not used to do. I have plenty of what if’s – what if dili nako mupadayon sa pagka-pari?, what if mangitan nalang ko lain nga trabaho. Mamenyo ug magpuyo nga ordinaryo yet again I was reminded with the song “still strove with his last ounce of courage, to reach the unreachable star”. Fortunately, those times became a moment of renewal for me. The desire to continue was still burning in me which made me realize that I really have the vocation. It was a time of reassurance and affirmation that my decision is not just mine but it is God’s plan for me. Pwede naman tuod ko magtrabaho , mabuhi naman siguro ko yet , I chose to be who I am now. And that is radical freedom again. You chose not because you don’t have any other option but you chose because you are free. Freedom is a gift from God that I should be grateful for. I do not know what lies ahead in this exodus of my vocation, but whatever I may be in the future I would offer it to God as a gift for his goodness to me.

Sa kanunay nako ug sakay sa rela, mu-ingon na lamang ako nga “Christ” instead of saying Christ the King College. Kun adunay mangutana ug asa ako/kita nag-trabaho, nag skwela, etc mu-ingon ta sa “Christ” o taga –“christ” kita.”. The word Christ from it etymology “Christos” which means someone who is chosen, anointed, elected to be a leader in a community. In the time of Jesus, the word “Christos” was used, Jesus as Christos, with a capitalized letter C understood as a Messiah the chosen/anointed one. We always claim to all people we meet, “Taga – “christ” ko! It quite surprising that we are all bringing the tag “chistos” – that is, to become a little “christos” or “christ” in our own simple way. This might not be my own challenge as a faculty member of CKC but, perhaps, for all of us. Kitang tanan nga nagdala ug muangkon nga taga “christ” kita magpadayag unta sa mga hiyas subay kang Kristo nga atong gisunod. Sa kadaghan sa mga tawo sa Gingoog City, pipila lamang ang adunay opurtunidad sa pagskewla ug pagtrabaho dinhi. It is on this sense that we could also claim that like Christ, we too, are the chosen few, chosen to be a positive influence to anybody who come in contact with us; that the light of Christ may radiates in every heart of all CKCians. Perhaps, this is what the message of our gospel this morning, it talks about righteousness. Righteousness is not just a word, not just following the letters of the law; not just following rituals and religious practices; not just a desire, nor a license to be with God but rather a COMMITMENT to make others live to the fullest; commitment to relive that christ-like-image in us. Being the only Catholic and RVM institution in Gingoog City, we may be the catalysts for social transformation and that our presence would somehow cause a little difference. Ang atong pagka-taga christ aduna untay claru ug dako nga kalainan sa uban ug kining maong identity ug kalainan ato usab nga ipa-ambit sa uban.

In closing, a certain pericope from the gospel of Matthew it says, “Ex abundantia enim cordis os loquitur” – From the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks. My heart is filled with so much joy and gratitude that I could not let this joyful moment of my life pass without sharing it to people who are very dear to me. In a very special way, would like to thank RVM sisters for accepting me here. For Fr. Jhong Burlat, SSJV for giving me the chance to be the holimist today.

For all the deans, teachers, staff, workers and students. For all that has been and for all that will be…Thank you so much for journeying with me.

Deo Gratia!

JAMES WENDELE PLAZA PURACAN

March 18, 2011@ CKC

In "Diaspora"

2011-06-22T22:22:00.000-07:00

Imagine that you were lost in a place that you believe you are very familiar of, a certain place that you were accustomed to live yet eventually become totally different. The feeling of excitement and confusion collide with the thought that things will go well. It was the same feeling I felt when I first enter SJVTS after living in 'diaspora' for two years. I felt like I was a stranger to a place so close and meaningful to me. Many things had changed after two years of being away from the care of the seminary, new personalities both from the seminary formators and staff. The sub-community buildings were renovated, the chapel was artistically painted, though I honestly missed the archaic ambiance of it. Some house rules were changed and improved to cater the needs of the seminarians. The change is something very external and I am not greatly affected by it, what is significant for me is I am here with full dedication to continue answering His call. My heart is filled with so much gladness with the thought that I am finally living at home - Vianney

I am now under the Formation Year called the Galilee Year (SPFY).Galilee is a significant place for us Catholic, and Christians in general. It was in this place that the disciple met the person whom the called Christ. It was on that same place where most of the miracles of Jesus happened. Biblical stories of life, miracles and conversion took place on this place. The twelve disciples living and working in Galilee doing their ordinary routine met Jesus and unexpectedly called them for an extraordinary mission.

This year would be a moment for me to pause for a while. Pausing does not mean to waste time doing nothing at all, but rather, it is a moment to ponder, relive and rediscover significant memories from the past that brought me to this noble calling. After nine long years since I first utter my little ‘yes’ with just a handful of knowledge of what kind of life I chose. It is, as it were, a journey to visit an old place of origin. I firmly believe that it would be clearer to trace back my humble beginning and discover new things out from that old concrete experiences before I finally move a little bit forward. There were many consolations and desolations, defeats and triumphs, successes and failures, frustrations and joys that had happened in my life, such experiences evoked in me the desire to go on no matter what it takes so that I would not regret it in the end. I was once lost, a failure, and a loser but those experiences brought me to a lifetime realization how valuable my vocation is. I want to go back to the ‘Galilee’ of my vocation, where I first met God and experience His miracles in my life, hearing the invitation to embrace this extraordinary calling. With all honesty, I am truly excited and at the same time quite frightened looking ahead of what kind of formation I am going to face; I might not able to surpass all of those. What is in my mind is not so much on surpassing but the quality of formation that I might live with. Perhaps, it was just the same feeling when the disciples were asked to go back to Galilee after hearing those kerygmatic stories of Jesus of Nazareth. They were all excited hearing the news that Jesus was resurrected yet confused and frightened of what was ahead of them there.

I was touch by the reflection of Fr. Raul Dael when he spoke about vocation. For him, ‘vocation is being who you are’. Priesthood is not something external, it is not a process of reaching something or acquiring something, rather, it is something deep within that needs to be ignited. It is already in the persons inner being the qualities and potentialities of being a priest. When a person sees some qualities of a priest, eventually it creates a ‘vocation-spark’ in ones consciousness and later on gradually realizes that he has a vocation. This reminds me of how prophet Jeremiah was uniquely called by God. "Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, and before you were born I consecrated you; I appointed you a prophet to the nations." (Jer.1:5). The more a candidate to presbyter knows his real self, including the dark shadows of his existence, the more a priest can appreciate his priesthood.

I would like to highlight some important points raised by my formator Fr. Raul Dael, SSJV on our orientation, of which I think very important to remember:

“Galilee Year is a period for the broadening (pagpalapad) and deepening (pagpalawom ug pagpalugdang) fo the seminarians’ perspective and appreciation of their priestly vocation. More importantly, it is a time for more personal appropriation (pagpahaom) and a greater integration (pagpatibook) of the spiritual, human and pastoral pillars of formation towards an authentic priestly life and fruitful ministry (pagpaambit/pag-alagad).

It is on this line of thinking that I realized that this Galilee formation year of St. John Vianney Theological Seminary is all about moving closer to the light because it is more on strengthening ones spirituality and at the same time encountering our personal, and at times, shameful shadows. It is like an imagery of a person standing a lighted candle, the more a person get closer to the source of light the more it creates a bigger shadow of which we don’t even care to look back. Now is the opportune time to tightly hold on to that candle and fearlessly face the ‘shadows’ I created.

2011-06-17T19:37:00.000-07:00

Inspired by the Homily of Fr. Raul Dael

Karadjawan nan Surigao

2010-10-11T01:31:00.000-07:00

Jaon nay Night café sa Surigao kada biernes sanan sabado nan duyom didto sa Boulevard. Bagan an City government man an nagpasiugda nan ini na karadjawan. Sa ako tan-aw, maradjaw man sab na jaoy kapanawan nan mga tawo pagkahuman nan isa ka semana na pag-trabaho, dakan sab na jaoy panahon na mag-suroy-suroy sanan makig-iban sa pamilya nan maglulinghayaw kaysa puro ra sab trabaho na waya nay panahon sa pamilya. Arang gajod ka gana an night café nan Surigao City kay jaon ra sa kilid nan dagat, (an problema kun mabayod, bagan pisik man, inday unhon jaon?!?) an ija ka presko sanan kahayay na imu mabati samtang kaw nag lingkoray sa kilid di gajod ikabaylo. Isa na ako ganahan kay arang ka hamuk mga police ug Civil security unit nan syudad jaon gajod kanunay nagbantay sa mga tawo. Bagan makasiguro kay na wayay mga problema na mahitabo (ajaw sab lamang pag-kumpiansya!) Magana isab na mukaon sa mga pagkaon kay karagjaw man na mga catering services owner an tag imbetar na mutukod nan ila pwesto dakan kon ganahan kaw mukaon jaon dajon imu makan-an… Kuyang lamang nan mga kalingawan kinta. Mas magana siguro kon jaoy sab mga banda na magtukar o di ba kaha amateur singing contest o bisan unu rakan na makalingaw sab sa ato. An ako lamang panghinaut na magpabilin gihapon an kalinaw, kahapsay sanan kalimpyo nan syudad nan surigao. Tana mulambo sanan bibo pa an surigao, ini mahimu lamang kun kita isab na mga lumad na taga surigao mukooperar ug mutabang sa mga programa nan nagdaya nan ato syudad.

Jari na, Iswag SURIGAO!

Tempus Fugit

2010-09-26T19:44:00.000-07:00

I was chosen to be the chaperon for the 3 day retreat for the graduating accountancy and education students of Christ the King College – Gingoog City, where I am presently assign for my one year ministry year. On the first day of the of said retreat, the retreat master Rev. Fr. Cian Marquez, SSP opted to show us a film entitled “IF ONLY” – a heartwarming love story of Wynelhaw (Paul Nicholls) and Samantha (Jennifer Love Hewitt) who have been given a chance to relive the day all over again in the hope of changing the events of their lives, to rectify the past, to fix what has been damaged, to bring out what has been lost, to express heartily what was not spoken and to cherish together each moment that has been wasted in the past – all in the name of LOVE.

“You all have the choice” – a touching life form the movie. Life indeed is always a matter of choice and that every choice creates a story of our personal life. These series of choices are always bounded by the precious moment of time. Time is a phenomenon that cannot be altered. When it happens, it would form part of the reality of yesterday. Tempus fugit! (time flies) – Time is fast, time is short, no rewind, and no replay. Every second, minute, hour pass is already part of history. Present moment is too elusive that we could not hold back time. Though how elusive it may seem, it is always a GIFT. We are all given equal time to live, 24 hours a day, No more extra minute, no more extension. With such realization, I came to think of it that LIFE IS NEVER UNFAIR. WHAT MAKES IT UNFAIR IS OUR PERSONAL USE OF THE GIFTEDNESS OF TIME. It is truly our choice that is bounded in time that makes life seemingly unfair. We hear in songs, “…why the good times never last for long?”; “…why couldn’t we keep time form moving on?” We normally tend to hold earth’s axis when we are in the midst of too much pleasure, joy and serenity. Why is this so? Perhaps we need to keenly evaluate the choices we made in time. A choice that eventually alters the course of our life and that we might not say IF ONLY……

In a nutshell:

What I have (time) is a gift from GOD, what I would be (choices) is my gift to GOD.

I don’t know what lies ahead, but I know I’m on my way.

The Sacrament Of Waiting

2010-09-07T01:49:00.000-07:00

Waiting is a mystery - a natural sacrament of life.
there is a meaning hidden in all the times we have to wait.

It must be an important mystery because there is so much waiting in our lives.

Everyday is filled with those little moments of waiting;

testing our patience and our nerves, schooling us in self-control.

We wait for meals to be served, for a letter to arrive, for a friend to call or show up for a date.

We wait in line at cinemas and theaters, concerts and circuses.

Our airline terminals, railway stations and bus depots are

great temples of waiting filled with men and women who

wait in joy for the arrival of a loved one - or wait

in sadness to say goodbye and give the last wave of hand.

And we wait for ourselves to grow from childhood to maturity.

We wait for those inner voices that tell us when we are ready for the next stop.

We wait for graduation, for our first job, our first promotion.

We wait for success and recognition. We wait to grow up - to reach the stage where we make our own decisions. We cannot remove this waiting from our lives. It is a part of the tapestry of living.

Most of all waiting means waiting for someone else.
It is a mystery, brushing by our face everyday like a stray wind of leaf falling from a tree.

Anyone who has loved knows how much waiting goes into it.
How much waiting is important for love to grow, to flourish through a lifetime.

Why is this? Why can we not have it right now what we

so desperately want and need?

Why must we wait – two years, three years - and seemingly waste so much time?

You might as well ask why a tree should take so long

to bear fruit - the seed to flower - carbon to changeto diamond.

There is no simple answer - no more than there is to

life’s other demands - having to say goodbye to someone

you love because either you or they have made other

commitments; or because they have to grow and find the

meaning of their own lives - having yourself to leave

home and loved ones to find your own path - good-byes,

like waiting, are also sacraments of our lives.

All we know is that growth - the budding, the flowering of love needs patient waiting.

We have to give each other a time to grow. There is no way we can

make someone else truly love us or we them, except through time.

So we give each other that mysterious gift of waiting;

of being present without asking demands and rewards.

There is nothing harder to do than this. It truly tests the depth and sincerity of our love.

Waiting is a good thing only if something is worthwaiting for.
How will you know if it’s worth it? Gut feel.

What if you don’t trust your gut? Pray. You will been lightened. Trust me!

Is it wrong to expect while waiting? It’s not wrong,

but it will increase your chances of heartbreak and

disappointment if things don’t work out in the end.

Is it good to expect while waiting? It is better to HOPE.

What’s the difference between hoping and expecting?
HOPING means you’re open to either side of the coin

landing though you’re more inclined to believe that

things will turn out well. EXPECTING means you’re

thinking single-track…which won’t do you much good at all.

What’s the difference between waiting and expecting?

EXPECTING is waiting for something TO DEFINITELY

HAPPEN. WAITING is staying where you are, but not

necessarily expecting something to happen definitely.

Do you need assurance from someone you’re waiting for

while you’re waiting? Ideally, yes. But realistically,

do you really want assurance from this person? It’s so

easy to just point at something and make that the

reason why you’re waiting (”Because she said…”

“Because he told me that…”). With WAITING, all you

really can rely on are 3 things: your gut feel, your

heart and mind. Just YOURSELF, not anyone else.

So should you wait? What does your gut say? How does

your heart feel? What does your mind think?

If they’re saying different things, keep asking yourself these 3 questions;

And PRAY, until you get a solid answer.

THEN you’ll know if he or she is worth waiting for