MALOKO IS A FILIPINO WORD WHICH MEANS TO BECOME MAD OR TO BECOME INSANE. BUT I HAVE TO PUT THIS DISCLAIMER: I AM NOT BECOMING MAD NOR AM I BECOMING INSANE. PEOPLE WHO KNOW ME WOULD PUT UP THE DEFENSE THAT I WILL NEVER BECOME ONE FOR I AM ONE. INDEED, I AM A FOOL; I AM INSANE. THAT IS, I AM A FOOL FOR CHRIST. JOIN ME IN THIS ROUTINE OF MADNESS.
Friday, December 23, 2005
sa Angib, Sta. Ana
mahirap ang nag-iisa
sa gitna ng kalikasang napakaganda
kaya halina
sa Angib, sa may Santa Ana
pagkat taglay na ganda
talagang kaaya-aya!
many thanks to Mrs. Lara,
the wife of the current Governor of Cagayan,
for hosting our trip there last year. may God bless them always.
Atoy's Vows
In the Society of Jesus, we perpetually profess the Vows of Poverty, Chastity and Obedience after the experience of Novitiate. I professed mine more than a year ago. Atoy made his last Friday, the 16th of December 2005 at the Oratory of the Loyola House of Studies. Fr. Jojo, our rector and the preacher during the Vows, articulated succinctly the relevance of these vows packaged in two gifts.
"First, the gift of conviction. The gift of conviction is given to the world of postmodernity, of fast-shifting changes, indeterminate futures and wavering principles. It is a world that says that objective truth is dead, that lasting values are passé, and that all we have are short-lived preferences that are always relative and always easy to give up. The vows pronounces that it is still possible to say yes, in a world that has gotten used to maybe’s and we’ll-sees, that there are still absolute values that withstand the shifts in human history, and that the absolute truth is that there is a God who cares and who inserts himself into our lives in a definitive way, and invites us to a profound unity, and so become less selfish, less greedy, and less controlling and become the shining and burning lamp that John the Baptist is in today’s Gospel, as pointer to the one true light, Jesus the Christ. And that is our conviction.
"But there is a second gift – the gift of gentleness. The gift of gentleness is given to the world of efficiency and managerial precision. It is a world with clear benchmarks of success, measured in terms of outputs and income and quality, that insist on making everything fit in into packaged plans and well-prepared schemes. The vows tell such a world that it is still possible to relax and take it easy, and have faith in a God who sees more than we will ever see, who invites and never imposes, who can wait even if we dilly-dally and waver and allow our fears and anxieties to get the better of us sometimes. The vows tell the world that chastity and poverty and obedience are not about what we cannot do, but about what more we are willing to do, because of the great gifts we have received in such overflow. And so, we can afford to be gentle on ourselves and on others."
Truly, the Vows are gifts, gifts from the Lord Himself. Our mere strength would not guarantee us of success in this field, or as others would put it, career. The Vows are gifts freely given by the Lord and I believe that would be enough grace to help us persevere and enable us to share our lives to others with great joy and much love.
May God bless Atoy. May God bless us always.
"First, the gift of conviction. The gift of conviction is given to the world of postmodernity, of fast-shifting changes, indeterminate futures and wavering principles. It is a world that says that objective truth is dead, that lasting values are passé, and that all we have are short-lived preferences that are always relative and always easy to give up. The vows pronounces that it is still possible to say yes, in a world that has gotten used to maybe’s and we’ll-sees, that there are still absolute values that withstand the shifts in human history, and that the absolute truth is that there is a God who cares and who inserts himself into our lives in a definitive way, and invites us to a profound unity, and so become less selfish, less greedy, and less controlling and become the shining and burning lamp that John the Baptist is in today’s Gospel, as pointer to the one true light, Jesus the Christ. And that is our conviction.
"But there is a second gift – the gift of gentleness. The gift of gentleness is given to the world of efficiency and managerial precision. It is a world with clear benchmarks of success, measured in terms of outputs and income and quality, that insist on making everything fit in into packaged plans and well-prepared schemes. The vows tell such a world that it is still possible to relax and take it easy, and have faith in a God who sees more than we will ever see, who invites and never imposes, who can wait even if we dilly-dally and waver and allow our fears and anxieties to get the better of us sometimes. The vows tell the world that chastity and poverty and obedience are not about what we cannot do, but about what more we are willing to do, because of the great gifts we have received in such overflow. And so, we can afford to be gentle on ourselves and on others."
Truly, the Vows are gifts, gifts from the Lord Himself. Our mere strength would not guarantee us of success in this field, or as others would put it, career. The Vows are gifts freely given by the Lord and I believe that would be enough grace to help us persevere and enable us to share our lives to others with great joy and much love.
May God bless Atoy. May God bless us always.
Friday, December 09, 2005
Soleil
Francis thought that the man I am with in the picture is my brother. Biologically, he is not. But in the Society of Jesus, he is. He is Pedro Chia. I was a year ahead of him in the Novitiate. He grew up in Malaysia; studied in Taiwan; worked in Singapore. If my memory serves me right, he finished his university studies in Texas. I think his field was information technology. He joined the Society of Jesus in Taiwan after his "religious experience" at the World Youth day in Canada. This was taken in Soleil when they still had a branch in Greenbelt. I am not sure what happened but the last time I passed by there, there was already a different resto.
Pity, I love that place.
Pity, I love that place.
isang munting alay
taglay pa rin ba ang alaala ng
halos magdadalawang taong nakalipas?
ng minsang naghari ang gabi
sa isang munting kapilya
ng Kabanal-banalang Puso ni Hesus
sa bayan ng Bagong Liwanag
mga ginoo sa nobisyado'y
nag-alay ng awit
sa mga pamilya't
sa mga kaibigan
dahil sa paskong papalapit
taglay na init sa mga mahal
dito sa mundong ibabaw
taglay din namang hindi maikubli
kaya ang mga himig na taglay
inalay sa mga mahal sa buhay
Thursday, December 08, 2005
Monday, December 05, 2005
Of Scars, Of Seattle's Best
At Seattle’s Best the other evening, I had a not-too-late-night-conversation with some good friends – Aldo, Pao and Emoy. While the conversation was firing up, Aldo caught sight of a scar on my left leg. “Where did you get that?” he chortled. I looked at my eight-stitches-scar. I tried to recall an experience of two decades past. And, I narrated a history I almost but have not quite forgotten.
However, when the wounds of life scarred us deeply, with a pain abysmal – how would one look at, recall and narrate the story behind those scars? For a sexually abused child, how does she stare at the face of a stranger? For a husband who just lost his love one of thirty-five years in a battle with cancer, how does the sound of his voice echo inside the very room they made love in for ages past? For a mother who in her arms embraced the tortured, mangled body of her dying son, how would the odor of her son’s clothes tang as she launders those shirts? How does one make sense in this routine of fear, in this routine of loneliness, in this routine of angst? Honestly speaking, I do not know. I am voiceless.
However, when the wounds of life scarred us deeply, with a pain abysmal – how would one look at, recall and narrate the story behind those scars? For a sexually abused child, how does she stare at the face of a stranger? For a husband who just lost his love one of thirty-five years in a battle with cancer, how does the sound of his voice echo inside the very room they made love in for ages past? For a mother who in her arms embraced the tortured, mangled body of her dying son, how would the odor of her son’s clothes tang as she launders those shirts? How does one make sense in this routine of fear, in this routine of loneliness, in this routine of angst? Honestly speaking, I do not know. I am voiceless.
Saturday, December 03, 2005
Friday, December 02, 2005
Recreate
The morning of our renovation of the vows...
Re-create our spirits, we ask You!
Grant us, we beg of You:
renewed vigor;
revitalized strength.
That all the more we may carry our crosses
with love ever faithful;
with faith vivified.
That our features, faces magnify
the love You have for us;
the trust You have given us.
Give us, then, that grace, we beg You.
Re-create our spirits, we ask You!
Re-create our spirits, we ask You!
Grant us, we beg of You:
renewed vigor;
revitalized strength.
That all the more we may carry our crosses
with love ever faithful;
with faith vivified.
That our features, faces magnify
the love You have for us;
the trust You have given us.
Give us, then, that grace, we beg You.
Re-create our spirits, we ask You!
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