MY "UNWRITTEN" RULES ON SOCIAL MEDIA

  

Nowadays, apparently everyone is on social media.

As a consequence, I thought I'd throw in my 2 cents' worth, or should I say my personal rules, "unwritten" as they may be, on the use of this online facilitator that enhances social connectivity amongst individuals as well as groups.

I would like to dwell particularly on two of the most popular mediums, namely: Facebook and Messenger.

It has become habitual for me to respond to every comment/reaction that I get on both mediums. People might think I am a zealous person for doing so when I don't really need to. Nonetheless, I believe that although there is no written rule, we are bound to respond to comments/reactions as a  matter of courtesy, regardless of differences in beliefs or opinions.

Take the case of birthdays, it is essential to acknowledge people who greet us on our birthday individually, even if it amounts to spending the whole (or even the next) day thanking each and everyone. The reason being, if these people took time to type "Happy Birthday" or sent a GIF or sticker to greet us, why can't we take time to type "Thank You" or simply "Thanks" as well. It is but proper to thank them individually and express our appreciation for their greetings.

Why, you might ask? No one is under any obligation to greet us on our birthday, but the fact that they went out of their way and spent time to do so, means they value us or we are special to them. Regardless of the reason, it is only fitting that they deserve a response from us. After all, it only entails a simple appreciation on our part to show our gratitude.

I have observed that some people are accustomed to posting just a solitary "Thank you to all who greeted me on my birthday" on their status, or simply responding with the "Like" emoticon, which I find rather impersonal (just my opinion, although I would say a lot better than not replying at all.) Never take your friends' greetings for granted, for it would be tantamount to ignoring them, or their good intentions for that matter. After all, it only happens once a year.

Next time you get a greeting from your friends, be it on your birthday or other occasions, it would not hurt to reply. It only means you acknowledge the time and effort they spent greeting you, no matter how short or insignificant it may seem.

Another thing is the proper choice of emoticons used for reactions. If the post you are reacting to concerns a loved one's demise, choose either "Sad" or "Cares" but never choose "Like" because it somehow gives the impression that you favor what happened, or feel no compassion at the misfortune of others. Small things like these may seem insignificant but could make a lot of difference for a person's feelings. It is also important that you take note of the original date of posting, and make sure it is current and not a Memory. 

Also, before posting someone's demise, ask permission from the family first or make sure that the family has made a formal announcement before sharing it on your timeline, out of respect for them.

With regards re-posting or sharing someone else's status, it is alright to share it on your timeline, but make sure you allow a certain time to lapse before sharing, unless it is something extremely urgent.

The proper thing to do is acknowledge the post first by reacting with the proper choice of emoticon, then wait a few hours or even the following day before sharing on your Timeline, as a matter of courtesy to the person who initially shared it. This is to accord the person importance by giving him/her the credit of relaying the information first. It is unethical for the person re-sharing to do so almost at the same time as the one who initially posted it. Take note that it is not a race on who gets credit for posting it first, but simply relaying an information we deem vital enough to be shared.

Proper esteem should also be accorded those who post articles regarding their own religious beliefs or faith. We must be cognizant that we have different religions, so let us respect theirs as much as we expect them to respect ours too.

Lastly, with regards sharing other people's pictures/videos/articles on our timeline, recognition should be accorded the person who owns them by indicating CTTO (credit to the owner) on your status.

These unwritten rules not only reflect your character, or the kind of person you are, but more importantly, how you value people. 

Taking everything into consideration, it only sums up to one word, "RESPECT" for others.

After all, "Respect is Earned, not Given".

TIME TO EXTEND AN OLIVE BRANCH

About a couple of months ago, at the height of the election fever, we witnessed a divisiveness amongst our people.

It was a battle of colors, so to speak. It is not unusual to see campaign sorties represented by colors, but not of this magnitude, as evidenced in rallies of opposing political camps.

Sad to say, the antagonists/protagonists (depending on how they label themselves) were not limited to people supporting their own candidates/political parties, but friends and families as well. So many hurtful words had been spoken, much less, thrown at one another. 

To this day, some of the adversaries have yet to move on from the outcome of the elections, and mend ways.

At this juncture, it is but fitting that political foes extend an olive branch to each other and let bygones be bygones.

It is time to acknowledge the mandate given by a majority of the electorate to the winning candidates, be it national or local, for there is nothing we can do to change the outcome anyway. The people have spoken and let us honor their decision.

Cooperation is the key to enable them to carry out the courses of action they have to accomplish in the next six years. 

We are hopeful they execute with utmost competence the tasks expected from them. The citizenry entrusted them with their votes and deserve only the best.

Leadership is uniting people around a common cause or direction, for the good of the country. 

Let us support our leaders and come together as one, with the end view of a better, if not the best, nation this part of the globe. Their success is ours too as Filipinos. 

We only have one country, and aspiring for nothing but the best for our beloved Philippines is non-negotiable.

LEAVE NO ROOM FOR REGRETS

I've experienced writer's block (condition of being unable/uninspired to write) for the past several months, for how can anyone be motivated to write given the depressing state we've been through (and is still going through) for the last couple of years.

The pandemic has caused havoc worldwide and there seems to be no indication that it will end soon. Despite measures undertaken by WHO (World Health Organization) and governments of countries to curb the problem, it seems to be a desperate move for there is no way we can fight an invisible enemy.

Experts say the pandemic will soon end, and we must prepare for the "new normal" life.

I almost believed that for a while, because during the holiday season, cases were down to 100 a day which paved the way for government to ease its restrictions.

But at the onset of 2022, cases suddenly sprung up to about 30,000 a day as a result of the omicron variant, which was higher than the average of 20,000 last year brought about by its counterpart (delta).

The increase in cases resulted in a snowball effect, not only in restrictions, but more importantly, escalated fear among the people. It brought us back to square one, and from all indications there's no way we are nearing the "new normal" life.

Lately medical experts have been saying that our situation will soon be shifting from pandemic to endemic.

No reason to rejoice, because it simply means there is no way for the virus to disappear. Truth be told, we were not able to conquer or defeat the virus. In essence, we have to accept the fact that we have to live with the virus for the rest of our lives, or get used to its presence just like the common cold, cough or fever.

For this reason, a serious introspection would be very valuable, or time for a much needed soul searching.

While we still can, let us appreciate the people we have in our lives, like family, friends or those who matter most to us.

In these times of uncertainty, we'll never know what lies ahead.

During the past month, I went through a distressing situation after losing five relatives in a span of two weeks. Five in a row, over so short a time, is truly heartbreaking.

So let us treasure our loved ones while there is still time. Make them feel our love.

Leave no room for regrets, for life is so unpredictable.

A RUDE AWAKENING (THE PAINFUL TRUTH)

It's been over a year since covid-19 became a global crisis.

Millions of cases, not to mention deaths, ensued in what could very well be the worst catastrophe the world had ever been confronted with. To this day, the surge  of people afflicted by the virus continues to escalate, and the sad part is, we seem to be helpless against an invisible enemy.

Since its onset, Filipinos had been relentlessly praying for an end to the pandemic. The oratio imperata, as well as daily recitation of the rosary for this intention had become habitual for Filipinos.

In addition, Pope Francis had consecrated the Philippines to Our Blessed Mother, and on two occasions, had delivered the "Urbi et Orbi" (to the city and to the world), a rare apostolic blessing given  on solemn occasions. Our pleas however, had somewhat remained "unanswered".

Our country had gone through the worst (typhoons, earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, etc.) and we would always hold out against them. We would pray for God's intervention and He would at all times see us through.

This time however is an all-together different situation.

It seems our prayers had been falling on "deaf ears" and we are at a loss as to the reason behind it. We even hear people asking, "why does God allow this to happen?"

Some religious sectors believe this is a form of chastisement. I would rather refer to it as a "rude awakening".

We know everything happens for a reason, and nothing would transpire if God did not allow it. Be that as it may, we also know for a fact that ours is not a vindictive God. In all probability, it could be an indication that He just wants to open our eyes to things we fail to see and appreciate.

A couple of days ago, I read the story of a 93 year old man in Italy who was inflicted with the virus and upon recovering, was asked by the hospital to pay the cost of the respirator for 500 euros a day. Upon being informed he cried, not because he can not afford to, but because he realized he had been breathing God's air for 93 years and never paid, much more thanked God for it.

This man opened our eyes to the painful reality that we had been taking for granted the air we had been breathing freely all this time.

On hind-sight, maybe God wants us to realize and understand the worth, not only of the air around us, but everything He passed on to us on his own free will.

It's about time we make a discernment or a personal reflection. Before we even ask Him to put an end to the pandemic, let us first thank Him for all the things He gives on his own volition, for He knows our needs even before we ask Him.

So next time we ask ourselves why we have to go through this difficult situation, remember GRATITUDE (or lack of it) is the answer.

After all, it takes so little to be grateful. A simple "thank you" is enough.

IF GOD DOES NOT DISCRIMINATE, WHY SHOULD WE?

Of late, there had been a lot of skepticism about Pope Francis' stand on civil union among members of the LGBTQ (Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender, Queer) community. He was criticized by some sectors who misconstrued his stand as being in favor of same-sex marriage.

The truth is there is a difference between the two.

Same-sex marriage, also known as gay marriage, is marriage between two people of the same sex entered into a civil or religious ceremony. This is not accepted or considered legal in the Catholic faith, who only recognizes marriage between a man and a woman. In the LGBTQ community, this union is referred to as a domestic partnership and not marriage.

Civil union on the other hand, is not marriage, but a legal relationship between two people (could either be of the opposite or the same sex)  that provides legal protection to the couple. It affords the couple rights, benefits, and serves as a means of safeguarding assets, property, etc., they acquired and own together as a couple. There are some LGBTQ couples, especially the affluent ones, who pool their resources to acquire property, set up a business, or make investments jointly.

Consequently, a legal issue usually arises in the event one partner passes on. In the absence of a will, assets that the couple owned or invested in jointly, would go to the heirs/relatives of the deceased partner and nothing to the remaining partner, which is quite insensitive considering half of said assets were acquired with his/her personal funds. This is where the law on civil union applies, by according the remaining partner what is due him/her legally.

Aside from this legal issue, Pope Francis was merely referring to gender equality or equal rights, responsibilities and opportunities, regardless of gender.

It is an open secret that the LGBTQ community had been the subject of discrimination, bullying, ridicule, over the years. Truthfully speaking, they are undeserving of the rancor inflicted upon them by some sectors of society, because they are among the most kind-hearted, hard-working, talented and compassionate human beings I know, apart from having contributed more to society than most "straight" people.

In addition, we need to commiserate with them because some did not choose to, but were merely born into that situation. That is why early on in their lives, a sense of perplexity usually ensues. They find themselves in a state of confusion and get baffled when as young boys they prefer dolls to toy guns, and vice versa for girls.

It's about time we accord them not only acceptance and understanding, but more importantly, respect which they rightfully deserve. After all, they are our brothers and sisters.

If God does not discriminate, why should we? 

AN AFTERTHOUGHT ON A PANDEMIC

Not once did it ever occur to me that I would be missing the tedious hours of traffic at EDSA, the long queues at restaurants, the hustle bustle inside malls, and the nitty gritty of everyday life. These seemingly disconcerting things of days past have transformed into momentous occurrences all of a sudden. 

Months of isolation have resulted into a separation anxiety, coupled with a yearning to re-establish a detached communication with the outside world.

Ever since the National Capital Region was subjected to a sixty day ECQ (Enhanced Community Quarantine), everything seemed to be at a standstill, especially at Metro Manila, which practically metamorphosed into a ghost town.

Religious advocates opine this is a chastisement sent by GOD, because man had been so engrossed with power, money and self regard that praying seemed to have been sidetracked.

There are two schools of thought on this viewpoint .

We might say GOD is not the vengeful type. He is merciful and would not allow His children to suffer. On the other hand, we must be cognizant that although GOD is indeed merciful, He is also just. He rewards those who are good, and punishes those who are not.

It is imperative that when we speak of GOD in this context, we are referring to the FATHER and not the SON.

The SON, as we are all so accustomed to, is gracious and sympathetic to all our needs and pleas. He answers most, if not all, our prayers. In fact, He is everybody's best friend.

It is a different case altogether with the FATHER, who is righteous, unrelenting and the adjudicator when the final judgment takes place.

JESUS and the Blessed Mother could only appeal to him for our sake, but the final verdict as far as salvation is concerned, is His alone.

In various apparitions, Mama Mary had been pleading for mankind to change their ways and repent. Likewise, JESUS had been doing everything in His power to save us, through His representative on earth, the Holy Father, and the church (Catholic or otherwise). It's about time we ponder on this seriously, and make an effort to amend our ways.

A positive impact brought about by the ECQ, is that people started calling on GOD once again and have been praying regularly.

Thanks to the wonder of social media, we are not amiss of our obligation as Catholics. Online streaming made it feasible for us to participate in masses, recitation of the rosary, and even the exceptional opportunity of being granted a plenary indulgence by the Holy Father.

We are extremely grateful to Pope Francis for imparting the rare apostolic blessing "Urbi et Orbi" (to the city and to the world) coupled with the granting of a plenary indulgence on all who received the papal blessing. Days before, he also accorded the same indulgence to all Covid 19 patients, frontliners, including all who pray for them.

What a blessing to have him in our midst at this very critical time. Imagine the 83 year old Pontiff, himself certainly not at the peak of health, walking in the rain on a desolate St. Peter's Square, carrying the weight of not only Catholics, but the whole of humanity, on his shoulders.

Such a moving scene to see him praying in front of the miraculous image of the Crucified Christ which saved Rome from the 1522 plague, and giving mankind so much hope that this too shall pass.

Another worthwhile outcome of the "lockdown", is that it rekindled family ties and revived the Bayanihan spirit Filipinos are widely known for.

Big corporations (notably San Miguel Corporation, of which I am a proud alumni), and people who have more in life, generously shelled out their resources to donate food, medicine, face masks, personal protective equipment, and other essentials needed by frontliners, indigents, and daily wage-earners deprived of their livelihood.

As an afterthought when this pandemic is over, it is essential to make a reality check, take heed of the purpose of our lives, and call to mind things we seemingly took for granted.

May we realize the importance of prayer, cherish moments spent with family and friends, refrain from wasting food, be sympathetic to the sufferings of others, and take note of all things that matter.

More importantly, may we learn to appreciate the worth of human lives, the loss of which can come to pass at a time we least expect.

After having gone through one of the lowest points of our lives, may we never forget: our days of isolation, longing for family and friends, worrying about food on the table, unpaid bills, restricting family members from visiting at hospitals, and to a regrettable extent dying alone.

May we be constantly reminded of the "invisible enemy" and the days when the world "seemingly stopped".

May we learn our lessons and become the people God envisioned us to be.

One day (hopefully soon), we shall once again feel free to walk in the streets without restraint, delight on its warmth as we bask under the sun, openly interact with one another without the need for protective gear, and so much more.

Should we find ourselves under these circumstances again, we could probably say we have attained a certain degree of normalcy.

Until then, a lot of self-sacrifice is of the essence before we come to terms with the "new normal".

Admittedly, it would entail a lot of effort to go back to where we left off, if at all possible. It might take months or even years, we'll never know for sure.

One thing is evident though. By God's grace, and in HIS time, it is bound to happen.

I am optimistic that when that time comes, we would have made a lot of soul searching, shelved our old selves, and became better versions of one's own person.

Pope Francis once said, "See you soon when all this is over."

Yes Pope Francis, in time, this will be just a memory, (albeit a despondent one), with lessons learned.

For how can we appreciate the beauty of life once more, if we did not go through, and surpassed a distressing time in our lives?

God willing, see you soon, in better days.................

MEET DR. GODOFREDO GODOY, MAKATI MEDICAL CENTER'S " MOST APPRECIATED PHYSICIAN "

Most people get anxious or fearful at the sight of hospitals and physicians. Haven't we all experienced that at least once or twice in our lives? After all doctors had been tagged as the " bearer of bad news."

We also get intimidated by grouchy or irritable doctors every now and then, which makes us hold back and reluctant to ask questions that we need to be enlightened of. Some of them get displeased by too many questions, while others are too meager with their words or proper explanation.

It is for this reason that doctors should possess a very approachable and persuasive character, not to mention the highest amount of patience at all times. It is of vital importance for they are dealing with precious lives. Patients should be afforded "tender loving care" for it helps in their healing process.

It is in this regard that I would to like to bring into everyone's awareness that there is such a physician who breathes life not only on all of the above qualities, but so much more. He is Dr. Godofredo Godoy, an Internist Cardiologist of Makati Medical Center, (and my personal physician as well) who I am so blessed to have met.

Dr. Godoy had been awarded as Makati Medical Center's " Most Appreciated Physician " for 5 consecutive years based on votes gathered from the hospital's roster of physicians, employees and medical staff.

He is also known as MMC's "Poster Boy" as he was one of the models chosen for the hospital's "Malasakit" campaign which embodies compassionate care, service and sympathy not only to patients, but to anyone who feels the need to seek help. If you happen to drop by MMC, you will notice that posters featuring him abound in the hospital's various premises.

How did I encounter him? Well this is my story.

I needed to consult an Internist and not being aware of anyone from MMC's roster of physicians, decided to call their hotline to ask for details and suggestions. The receptionist gave me the name of Dr. Godofredo Godoy. At first I was reluctant because I preferred a lady doctor. I was musing over the thought of what if he turns out to be an old and grumpy doctor?

So I searched his name in the ever reliable Google and was led to various write-ups on him. I clicked on the first article which was one published in the Philippine Daily Inquirer. Upon opening the link, what readily caught my discerning eye was his picture with Cardinal Tagle. More than the picture however, what really left a mark not only in my mind, but in my heart as well, were the opening words of the article which quoted him saying " Lord, please add some of my life to my cancer patients."

For someone spiritual like me, those words were enough to dispel all my doubts and be assured that I was being led not only to the right doctor, but a man of God as well. I had initially prayed to the Holy Spirit (as I always do whenever I need to make a decision) to guide me in choosing the right doctor. For me this is another one of the many Divine Interventions in my life. I also believe that GOD puts certain people in our lives for a reason.

So I went to his clinic that afternoon and noticed that unlike most doctors whose patients wait in the hallway, his patients waited in comfortable sofas inside his clinic, just outside his private room. While waiting for my turn, I looked around and my mindful eyes saw plaques with "Most Appreciated Physician" embossed on them.

When it was my turn, his secretary ushered me to his private clinic and I was greeted by a good looking man in his white coat flashing a very cordial and warm hearted smile. In a soft spoken manner and toned down voice, he asked what my concern was. After discussing my concern, since I couldn't contain my curiosity, I asked about the plaques and what they represent. He explained that it is an annual award bestowed on an MMC physician who aptly embodies the title and voted upon by physicians and employees of MMC. He happens to be a Hall of Famer after having been voted and awarded for 5 consecutive years, which is no mean feat after all.

I told him that even if it was my first time to meet him, I honestly believe he truly deserves the award based on my experience and inter-action with him in such a momentary time.

He even joked that his name contains the word GOD twice, GODofredo GODoy. What a remarkable concurrence indeed, which probably ensues a message somewhere between the lines.

I have this gift of being able to sense someone's character based on a person's demeanor, words, body language, etc. I wasn't wrong in judging him after all. He truly is God sent not only to me but to all of his patients as well.

If only I could change the name of that award, I would add "Most Admirable and Ideal Physician" as well. Don't you all agree?

SOMEDAY WE WILL HAVE ALL THE ANSWERS

I often wonder what life would be in the "after life".

For Catholics like me, we believe in life after death. We believe that souls go to either Heaven or Hell (after being purified in Purgatory) depending on the gravity of the sins they committed while on earth. The ultimate judge is God the Father himself who will make the revelation to mankind on Judgment Day.

All of us have the so-called Book of Life, wherein all our deeds are recorded. In my grade school days, we were told that the caretaker of this book is St.Peter, who keeps track of all the things we do, good or bad. He also holds the key to Heaven.

I imagine God the Father as being very serious and unrelenting in the exercise of his authority. ( For this write-up, I would be referring to The Father as God, and to The Son as Jesus to avoid any confusion )

If I compare The Father with The Son, I should say Jesus is not as strict as His Father, or should I say more understanding and easier to approach. After all He is our best friend and had experienced what it's like to be man. He acts as our mediator and intercessor, but of course His Father has the last say on our fate.

I have a lot of questions for God (don't we all) and I hope I will be given the chance to ask Him if I will be blessed to come face to face with Him someday.

Questions like; why do people have to suffer, why does evil exist, why is it that when calamity strikes, it is always the poor who get affected, why do you allow some people to malign you, etc. I would also ask Him how would our souls look like after we had made the cross-over. Do we look like our age at the time of our death? Do souls continue to age in the next life? What if my mom died in her 40s and I die at 60, will she recognize me? So intriguing isn't it?

I could probably go on and on with the questions that had built up in my mind all this time. God would probably have to remind me that a lot of souls are in line after me and I'm taking too much of his precious time with my questions.

Someday, we will have all the answers to our questions. We will be enlightened on why a "blessing in disguise" happened to us. We will finally know the elusive reason behind "everything happens for a reason", etc.

Yes Someday........

CROSSING THE THRESHOLD OF OUR FAITH

Let me just make it clear that this is not meant to disrespect the President and his supporters. I am merely voicing out my sentiments and taking a stand as a Catholic Christian whose religious beliefs had been trampled upon.

In the past, I tried to turn a deaf ear to the negative comments of our President because I did not want to antagonize a few friends who are his avid supporters. I have always believed in respecting one another's choice/opinion on certain matters. I even refrained from saying my piece during his tirades against the Catholic Church, our Pope and the clergy, no matter how spiteful they were.

With his latest tirade however, I believe he has gone overboard and crossed the threshold of our faith by cursing GOD and I cannot afford to be silent anymore. 

His impertinence to his Creator, the ONE who blessed him with the position and power he now enjoys, is very appalling. Since he does not seem to acknowledge the existence of GOD anyway, obviously gratitude is out of the question, but may I request him to please desist from maligning GOD. All the things he now delights in came from GOD, and can be taken back from him any time if he abuses such generosity. Blessings are bestowed on us to share with others, but never to be misused for greed or power.

Sadly, he committed the sin of blasphemy which is a very grave sin and a violation of the second commandment. It is referred to as an " eternal sin " because it can not be forgiven unlike venial and mortal sins. For this reason, it created an outrage not only on Catholic Filipinos, but earned the ire of all Christian religions as well, who believe and respect the same GOD. It likewise resulted in the unification of all Christian denominations in the country, defending the same cause and standing up for GOD.

In all sincerity, I commiserate with him because he probably doesn't realize the magnitude of his words or his acts. We need to pray for his clemency and conversion, because as we all know, he is not the type of person who admits mistakes and asks forgiveness for them.

May this public outrage lead to an examination of conscience on his part, humility to admit his mistake and ask forgiveness from GOD. It is not a preposterous suggestion because there is no iota of doubt that inside his heart which seems to be full of anger at times, there still exists an amount of goodness.

Let us not forget that the GOD he cursed is an extremely merciful GOD, and will unhesitatingly forgive him, for as long as he is sincere in being remorseful.

SUPERSTITION, FENG SHUI, et al. vs. FAITH

I find it quite appalling that although we are now in the 17th year of the 21st century, a lot of people still adhere to unfounded beliefs or fallacies such as: superstition, old wives' tales, feng shui, horoscope, et al.

These were practiced by old folks back then probably due to lack of proper guidance, or simply false information which cast a shadow over the truth.

Out of the many superstitions people observe, one of the most common is "pagpag", a Filipino tradition of not going straight home after coming from a wake or funeral, and instead going somewhere else first or partaking of a meal to supposedly "shake off" the bad luck or evil spirits they were exposed to and thus avoid attracting them to one's home. 

Another belief is that immediate family members of the deceased should refrain from escorting guests out of the funeral parlor or elsewhere, for the preposterous reason that by so doing, another family member would follow suit. Truth be told, but when my mom died, I walked with some guests not only to the door of the funeral chapel, but all the way to the parking lot (since I never believed in superstitions anyway) and only after a span of 43 years did my dad pass on. Quite a lengthy period of time for someone to follow, don't you agree?

There is also the perception that family members should desist from getting married within the same year, or "sukob" because it would bring bad luck. Another wedding myth is that a bride-to-be should refrain from trying on her bridal gown because the wedding will not push through. A friend of mine who happens to be a stickler for perfection, tried on her bridal gown three times, and to this day, she and her husband remain happily married and in fact celebrated their 30th wedding anniversary just recently.

The practice of Feng Shui (a Chinese philosophical system) is also quite popular among those who either had a new house constructed or moved to a new abode. So-called believers of this theory seek advice from Feng Shui experts (and even shell out a substantial amount) to guide them as far as proper positioning of doors and windows, arranging objects, etc. are concerned to ensure prosperity and a harmonious environment. This maybe true for the Chinese based on their ideology or religion, but I believe not so for Catholics.

Advocates justify their adherence to such beliefs or practices with the flimsy excuse that there is no harm in believing or practicing them, because they have nothing to lose anyway. That is where I disagree. Belief in these fallacies allow them to rule over your lives and thus make you willing victims of fear such that if these delusions are not adhered to, something bad will happen. 

What you lose is the matter of greatest significance which is FAITH, for God alone determines the course our lives will take. The only thing of utmost importance needed to cope with trials we encounter in life is FAITH, coupled of course with the power of prayer. No amount of positioning of doors or windows, or taking meals after coming from a wake can change what lies ahead. Our future, such as the path our lives will take and when and how we will leave this world, had already been laid out for us by our Creator the moment we are born.

People with lesser faith or worse none at all, are bound to adhere to these unjustified beliefs in supernatural occurrences. Besides by so doing, you become an easy prey to the evil one because you tend to lean more on his side rather than on God's.

If your FAITH is truly intense, you need not fear for you are assured that in times of adversity God will bear most, if not all of its weight. 

Bear in mind that there is no such thing as coincidence, everything is providential. There is no such thing as luck either, only blessings.

Keep the Faith.

FAREWELL NONOY ( A TRIBUTE TO A DEAR FRIEND )

SMC Corporate Accounting (Head Office Accounting in our Ayala days) is a very close knit family. To this day, we regularly see one another at least once a year for our reunion, on top of having an informal get-together every time a balikbayan colleague pays us a visit. So you could just imagine how despondent we feel every time we lose a member of our family. 

No words could ever express the sentiment of losing not only a colleague, but a dear friend as well. When Nonoy informed me he had the Big C, (details withheld out of respect for him) I was so shocked that I couldn't immediately say something in response to what he just told me. It was something I never really expected, much more wanted to hear. When I finally regained my composure, but still groping for the right words to say, I simply told him " Kaya natin yan Noy. Nothing is impossible with God and the power of prayers." Deep inside though, I knew those words were not, and will never be enough. But how would you react in a situation such as that, and what could you possibly say to alleviate a person's state of undergoing pain?

Though distressed, I was blessed to have a very strong support system in Rudy Dolosa and Dante Hermogenes, my pillars of strength in those trying times. Only the three of us knew about Nonoy's condition at that time, and in deference to his family's request, we kept the matter to ourselves. The three of us would update each other regularly about Nonoy's condition and I couldn't help but be emotional whenever I talk to both of them, in the same way that I could also feel the anguish in their voice and words.

We also got in touch constantly with Nonoy individually to console him. Dante would talk to him everyday. I tried to be strong whenever I talk to him so he would not feel that I was breaking down inside. When he said he had given up on getting healed, I told him not to lose hope, trust God and believe that miracles are real.

He had already accepted his fate such that it came to a point when he no longer requested for healing prayers, but just prayers to alleviate his pain.

Nonoy is a man of unwavering faith and had been very active in a Catholic charismatic ministry when he was still based in the U.S., not to mention the years he spent in the seminary.

In one of our conversations, he recounted that he had already been administered with the Sacrament of Anointing of the Sick, and in the same occasion his priest friends who were his former classmates at the seminary held a " mass for the dead " for him even if he was still alive. His family also held a " wake for the living " for him so he could listen to the testimonies accorded to him, since they believe it would be useless to pay homage after he is gone because he won't be able to hear them anymore. He in turn responded to what his daughter poignantly referred to as " a dying man's last lecture on life " to his family.

A couple of days before he passed on, I asked how he was as I customarily do, and he replied " I'm still walking in the Valley of Death ". I tried to console and remind him again that God answers prayers. It is very difficult to choose the right words to say to someone going thru a very difficult situation. Little did I know that it would be the last time I would get to talk to him.

People say it is easier to accept death if you are aware that it is bound to happen soon. I however believe there is no such thing as being ready because when it happens the grief and pain have the same considerable impact on you.

Farewell for now, Noy. May the love and mercy of our Lord be with you. ln behalf of our Accounting family, thank you for the memories and most especially the friendship. We will miss you but for the time being only, because one day we will all be together once more.

May you rest in peace, as memories of you live on.

MY DEVOTION TO THE SENOR NAZARENO

January 9 had always been a red letter day for me ever since I could remember. 

This is the day when thousands of barefoot devotees of the SENOR NAZARENO commemorate the Traslacion (transfer or passage) commencing from the Quirino Grandstand back to the Minor Basilica of the Black Nazarene.

A bit of trivia. The event being celebrated on January 9 is the Traslacion and not the Feast of the Black Nazarene which takes place on Good Friday. Also, the real name of the Minor Basilica of the Black Nazarene (popularly known as Quiapo Church), is St. John the Baptist Parish, whose feast is on June 24, in honor of its patron, St. John the Baptist.

I am no stranger to the Traslacion as my childhood days were spent in the Tanduay/Arlegui neighborhood of Quiapo, Manila. Our place was ideally situated halfway between the Quiapo and San Sebastian churches, and a stone's throw away from Aviles and Mendiola streets. It is also a mere walking distance from San Miguel Brewery (San Miguel Corporation now) where my father used to work, and where Malacanang Palace is presently situated.

As a child, it had been a regular thing for my brother and I to tag along with our mom to Quiapo church to hear mass, after which we would go up the stairway situated at the back of the main altar to kiss the foot of the SENOR NAZARENO. It had been an almost daily routine for us to visit the SENOR, as we call him.

It had been customary in our neighborhood not to remove our Christmas lights and lanterns until after the Traslacion had taken place. As we eagerly anticipate the procession which passes by our street towards the end of the day on its way back to the Basilica, kind-hearted neighbors would prepare pitchers of water, sandwiches and boiled sweet potato for the devotees to quench their thirst and hunger after walking for several hours. 

Unlike now where the SENOR is conveniently placed on an andas (carriage with wheels) which enables it to glide along easily, in those days the image was borne on the shoulders of burly men (Hijos de Nazareno), such that due to its immense weight, the image would fall several times. Then and now, there is a rope being pulled by men on both sides of the andas that serves as a guide to keep the image aligned at all times. 

I take my hat off to the thousands of barefoot devotees who brave the scorching heat of the sun, hunger and thirst while traversing the streets of Quiapo. Watching them, I can't help but feel a sense of guilt. Why can't I be brave enough to be like these men and endure what they go through? Why am I afraid to be quelched by the sea of people who comprise the crowd? Don't I love HIM enough? This is nothing compared to what HE went through for us. I could only blame myself. Mea culpa SENOR.

This year was exceptionally hazardous, as a terrorist threat to disrupt the proceeding was imminent. Threat notwithstanding, it did not avert the faithful from going through with the Traslacion, armed with their strong faith that the SENOR would not allow the plan to prosper. HE will send his battalion of angels, led by no less than their Commander in Chief, St. Michael himself, to safeguard them. True enough, the intention to inflict havoc did not materialize.

A very touching scene in the Traslation is the "Dungaw", or a solemn ritual  where the the image of Our Lady of Mt. Carmel is brought to the balcony of the San Sebastian church, to meet her son as he passes by. This incident takes place at the wee hours of the morning as the procession nears its final stretch.

Finally after 22 hours, the procession arrived at the Basilica. The SENOR is finally safe at home. All throughout this time, the crowd who had not diminished a bit, is grateful that no untoward incident happened.

The SENOR must have been very exhausted too, but I'm sure HE was delighted to be in the company of thousands of devotees who love him dearly and would risk their lives for HIM.


One thing is sure, for as long as there are people who profess their love for the SENOR NAZARENO, this tradition will live on in the hearts of the Filipinos and the generations to come.

MY JOURNEY TOWARDS THE FULFILLMENT OF A DREAM (MISSION)

Blessed Teresa of Calcutta had always been my role model. My admiration for her grew even more after I read several books depicting her humble beginnings, struggles and hardships in life.

Her unwavering love for the poor laid the foundation for her desire to establish the congregation, Missionaries of Charity (MOC). However, she had to pass thru the proverbial "eye of a needle" before she could make this possible. It took years before her request was finally ratified, as not only the approval of the bishop and archbishop of her diocese was needed, but Vatican as well.

Even before Missionaries of Charity came into being, Blessed Teresa had already been helping the poor on her own. Upon the inception of the congregation, she was initially assisted by two young volunteer novices, until the number of sisters gradually escalated in number.

The lack of a permanent home or shelter where they could take care of the sick and the homeless, became a stumbling block in her mission. Through the grace of God however, someone offered them a small space at the basement of a dilapidated building which served as MOC's first sanctuary.

They had an immensely distressing situation due to lack of funds and relied merely on alms from kind-hearted individuals for their sustenance. Blessed Teresa roamed the streets in search of food and funds to sustain the congregation. Their arduous condition however did not hamper their effort of bringing home to the shelter homeless and sick people they found on the streets.

As a result of constant walking, there was a time when Blessed Teresa's sandals were ripped apart. She then searched for a pair of footwear from the used items donated to them, and chose the most worn out to replace her sandals. The shoes however were too small for her, but she decided to make do with the undersized shoes. Although there was a pair which matched her size, it was only slightly damaged, so she opted to give it instead to the street people under their care. As a result of wearing (and enduring) the undersized shoes, her toes became deformed over time. (Truly an act of supreme sacrifice)

A few months back, we were shocked at the news that four sisters from MOC's hospice in Yemen were murdered by the ISIS, and that their spiritual director, Fr. Tom, was taken hostage by the terrorist group. A sister, (the lone survivor of the terrorist attack) when asked how she felt about the incident, answered, "The sisters were not fearful as they knew their Bridegroom was waiting for them." (Spoken with much conviction)

Owing to my awareness of how grueling it had been for Blessed Teresa and MOC, (from the inception of the congregation to the present) it had been my ardent desire to visit and offer whatever help I could afford to share with the local MOC hospices. It had been in my bucket list for the longest time, but somehow because I was not familiar with the location of their hospices, I had always procrastinated on my planned visit. 

So I did my research and found the contact number of their hospice in Tayuman. I called and the lady who picked up the phone seemed to be crying and gasping for breath. Since she had difficulty speaking, she passed the phone over to Sister Eufracia. I asked the good sister if there was anything wrong with the lady, as I was upset and worried about her. I was astonished when Sister Eufracia replied, "She is very sick. She is terminally ill". I felt a lump in my throat and was speechless for a while. She explained to me that MOC is a home for the sick and the desolate. I asked where they get their funds, and she answered that they rely solely on donations. I was so concerned that I asked her what would happen if they run out of funds, to which she answered, "My child, God will provide". (Such an unwavering faith) I asked for directions on how to get there, but I could not relate with the landmarks she was telling me as I was not familiar with the Tayuman area.

In my heart, I know that Jesus and Mama Mary are aware of my desire to visit MOC, and they paved the way for my wish to come true. 

Last May, in line with the Jubilee Year of Mercy, two close friends and I went on a pilgrimage to designated churches in the Archdioceses of Manila and Paranaque. One of the churches we visited was Our Lady of Sorrows in Pasay City. 

While praying inside the church, I sort of noticed from the corner of my eye, what seemed to be a sister wearing the familiar blue and white habit of MOC. After I finished praying, I went out thru the side entrance to look for her, but she was gone. I went back inside and waited for my companions. On our way out, passing thru the main entrance (Sacred Door), I noticed a van parked along the side of the church with two sisters donning the MOC habit together with some ladies. I approached them and introduced myself. The sisters (Sister Monica and Sister Josette) said they were on a pilgrimage too. I asked if they are from the Tayuman hospice and they said they are from the one in Del Pan. I was not aware that there was one in Del Pan too. They informed me that the Tayuman hospice takes care of adults, while the one at Del Pan, takes care of children. I learned that they actually have four hospices here (Tayuman, Del Pan, Antipolo and Tanay). Sister Monica (a very endearing Bangladeshi sister) was gracious enough to give instructions on how to go to Del Pan. I asked for their visiting hours too. I told her I will try to seek out the place as I am not familiar with Tondo, to which she replied, "God will lead you there". (Another affirmation of faith) 

I really regard the words of wisdom spoken by the MOC sisters, which are truly inspiring. (And indeed, God did lead me there.)

As a result of my encounter with the sisters at the pilgrimage, I became more emphatic on paying them a visit. During a lunch date with some very close friends, I casually mentioned my intention and asked if they are interested to join me. Two of them readily affirmed since they are also advocates of charity work. A couple of years back, the three of us visited a home for the aged (Golden Acres). 

We settled on a date and decided to bring basic needs for the children (powdered milk, biscuits, fruit juices, toothpaste, shampoo, etc). The location of the Del Pan hospice was on a somewhat crowded street, typical of a locale in Tondo, but we managed to find it after asking directions from some people. It was a gated small compound which housed two relatively clean living quarters for the children. There is a small chapel (sans benches) with mats sprawled on the floor which the sisters kneel on for their thrice a day meditation. Sister Monica was so glad to see us. She led us to the children who were very much behaved, and even sang for us. We assisted the caretakers in feeding the children. The sisters were very grateful for our visit. Sister Monica also made a plea that I continue praying for the safety of Father Tom, and for the MOC sisters as well.

After we left the hospice, I couldn't explain the feeling that enveloped me. There was a mixed feeling of sadness about the plight of the children and the sisters, gratitude to God for giving us the chance to be able to help in whatever way possible, and most importantly the fulfillment of a much desired dream (mission). What perfect timing as it materialized during the "Year of Mercy".

I could sense that Divine Intervention was unmistakably present, and somehow, I know Jesus, Mama Mary and Blessed Teresa must be smiling from Heaven. 

I sincerely hope people who have more in life would share their blessings not only with MOC, but other charitable institutions as well. The amount doesn't matter, as long as it comes from the heart. After all, nothing is too small in the eyes of God.

I am looking forward to Blessed Teresa's canonization on September 4 of this year. Thank you Blessed Teresa for interceding to make the realization of my dream possible. I will definitely be back.

ACCEPTANCE AND RESPECT FOR THE LGBT COMMUNITY

Recently, the LGBT community did not hide their disgust over the statement issued by a lawmaker/athlete comparing the union of two people of the same sex to animals (and even worse for that matter). As expected, the LGBT community took this with indignation and stirred up a hornet's nest. 

Let us take a look at this argument from both sides of the coin, (which should be the case in any similar situation), to avoid being biased. 

I am sure the lawmaker was just expressing his opinion, but was somewhat judgmental and not tactful enough in his statement. He probably said one thing but meant another. As a rule, we have to be very careful with our words. Before we say anything, we should first ask ourselves, "Will I offend anyone by saying this?" If the answer is yes, it is best to keep it to ourselves. 

As a Catholic, I know and believe that marriage is only between a man and a woman with the purpose of pro-creation. So same sex marriage is definitely out of the question. I would not however claim to be self righteous, much more compare them to animals because that would be very hurtful (not to mention inhuman).

The LGBT community do not refer to said union as marriage, but as a domestic partnership. It has something to do with legal rights, or the allotment of assets they acquired as partners. That is a legal issue and I wouldn't dwell on it too much.

I regard the  LGBT community as the most misunderstood (and maligned) members of society. I have friends, office mates and relatives who belong to this group, including my best friend who is the most kindhearted and prayerful person I've ever known. They also happen to be the most creative and artistic people hereabouts. In fact the world would be in a drab existence without them.  

I do not agree that God does not love them. God loves all his children equally, regardless of gender. They were created by the same God who created heterosexuals. Most of them, if not all, were born that way. That is why at a very young age, there exists a state of confusion and it is unclear to them why physically they are male (or vice versa), but unlike other boys of the same age who play with guns, they prefer dolls. And their parents who should be the best persons to advise and guide them, are the very people who berate and much more batter them, especially their own fathers. So much so that most of them prefer to stay in the closet for the rest of their lives.

People regardless of status should be treated with deference and compassion at all times, and the LGBT community is no exception. As Christians, specifically Catholics, acceptance and accordance of respect to them should be one of our creeds in life.

If God can accept and love them, who are we to scorn them?

TRANSLATING YOUR PASSION INTO SOMETHING POSITIVE

I just realized that I haven't posted on my blog for quite some time. 

This doesn't mean however that my love for writing had waned, inasmuch as I came up with some written materials (at the behest of a couple of friends for their personal use) over the past months. I would say it was for the reason that I had been engrossed with my other passion, sketching (portraiture to be exact). 

I believe God gives each one of us distinct talents. It is inherent upon us to ascertain, and most importantly, make good use of them not only to influence the well-being of others, but primarily to uplift Him.


In contrast to my passion for writing which started way back in high school, I came across my gift of sketching only in recent years. As opposed to my articles which I share to the public through my blog, only my closest friends (most especially my best friend who is an artist himself) are privy to my sketches. I am not that confident yet to make them public, but eventually I will. The fact that my best friend loves most of them inspires me a lot. He is generous with advises and candid enough to point out my mistakes, which I truly appreciate. 

One time while going over a particular portrait, he told me he was impressed that for someone who never had any formal training, I was able to capture the mood of my subject. Since we gain more by being truthful, I honestly told him that I based my sketch from a photograph and made my own representation. I am still not adept in designing based from visualization alone. He told me not to be conscious as that is the way artists actually start. I thought he was just saying that to build up my ego, until I observed an art class one time. The students were each given pictures of certain personalities and were instructed to copy them. So my friend was right after all. I should not have doubted him as he is one person who is very transparent and doesn't mince his words. It's either black or white, nothing in-between.

A piece of advice, pursue and translate your passion into something positive as you were inclined for this purpose. It is gratifying to share your God given talent with others. The sense of fulfillment within you is more than enough to make up for the time spent picking your brain (oftentimes nerve racking) to be able to come up with a meaningful work of art.

At times, it makes me wonder if my career would have turned out on a different perspective had I taken Journalism, Fine Arts or Interior Design (another passion) which I am more inclined to, rather than a business course. My life could probably had been more inspiring, exciting or even dramatic, but I could only surmise. 

Once in a while, as I run through my articles and sketches, I envision myself going up the stage and being conferred a National Artist award in the field of Creative Writing or Visual Arts. 

Of course it's just an illusion, but I can dream, can't I?

SOMEDAY, WE WILL BE PROVIDED WITH ANSWERS

Lately, a string of horrendous incidents had taken place in various parts of the globe, and continues to take place. 

The civil war in Syria, the shooting attack in Kenya, the suicide bombings in Beirut and Baghdad, and just a couple of days ago, the terrorist bombing and shooting incidents in Paris (not to mention natural calamities such as the earthquake in Japan and the haze in Indonesia) have sown so much fear and anxiety all over the world.

We have not seen the end of it, as the terrorist group ISIS had vowed to sow evil and inflict more bombings in the U.S., England and other places they consider enemy territories. 

As expected, France retaliated by launching air assaults on Syria. This could very well justify Pope Francis' statement that this could be the start of World War III. Now that is something scary and hopefully would be nipped in the bud before it escalates to a bigger proportion. Would the super powers be able to do it? 

Doomsayers would probably say these are the sign of the times. I don't care much about doomsayers, what worries me though is that these are part of the predictions of Our Lady both in Fatima and Lourdes.

Again, we can't help but ask, why do innocent people have to be victims of these barbaric acts? Why do guiltless people always suffer? 

We have witnessed how citizens of Syria fled their country with nowhere to go, destination uncertain, hoping some kindred souls would offer them shelter. 

We were shocked when people who were enjoying a concert or eating in restaurants in Paris, had to be the target of ruthless killing by people who couldn't care less. 

I say people who couldn't care less because we are talking of suicide bombers here. They are very well aware that once the bombs are detonated, they themselves will get killed in the process as the bombs were attached to their belts. And yes, they too perished. 

Probably to their group, they were heroes. Come to think of it, if there is anything admirable at all about these suicide bombers, it is their tenacity to stand up for what they believe in, regardless of the outcome. They could have used this staunchness in a positive way, though.

No one can ever explain why God allows these things to happen. Only HE knows. That is not for us to question. We know everything happens for a reason, but when will these reasons be revealed? 

We just have to trust HIM and believe there is a greater purpose in everything that's happening around us.

Someday, we will be provided with answers. That I am certain.

SO MUCH TO BE GRATEFUL FOR

As a new chapter of my life unfolds, I am thankful for God's continuous love and presence in my life, and truly grateful for all my answered prayers.

Just recently, I went through a very distressing situation which involved someone very close to me. I've prayed for a lot of people because I always get prayer requests from friends. I am the kind of person, who when I acknowledge a prayer request, really prays for the intention. I was very much affected since the person concerned is a very dear friend of mine. I really prayed hard. In fact, I guess I've never prayed that hard before. I also offered masses for special intention. 

I am accustomed to praying to Jesus and Mama Mary, but I must admit it was the first time I asked St. Joseph for an earnest request. I knew in my heart that he is the most powerful intercessor (next to Mama Mary), being the foster father of Jesus. If there was anyone whom Jesus cannot refuse, aside from Mama Mary, it was St. Joseph. 

All throughout the days that I was praying to him, I could sense his presence (not physically of course). It was as if he was conveying a message that he was mindful of my request, and to give him my full trust as he would intercede for me. Manifestations of his presence were: finding an image of the Sleeping St. Joseph (whom I had been searching for the longest time) at the store which sells religious items in Don Bosco; seeing a St. Joseph statue at Mary Queen of Hope chapel which I never noticed before; and sighting a newly enshrined St. Joseph statue at Sto. Nino de Paz chapel. It seems that everywhere I went, he was there. A few days after these occurrences, my prayer was answered. I was overwhelmed with so much joy and gratitude that I immediately offered a thanksgiving mass. 

Truly our prayers never fall on deaf ears. They will be granted for as long as God thinks it is best for us. Otherwise, we just have to rely on His judgment. After all, it is our faith that sustains us.

God always chooses the right people who are meant to be in our lives. I am thankful for my best friend who is always willing to listen when I need someone to talk to, or seek an advice from, no matter what time of day (or night). He is a very busy person as his profession entails a lot of meetings with clients, but he willingly cancelled a very important appointment to spend the day with me on my birthday. I remember a post in Facebook which says, " Value the people who spend time with you when they are free, but treasure the people who free their time to be with you."  I couldn't agree any better.

I am also grateful to all my friends, relatives and acquaintances who remembered my birthday and sent warm greetings through Facebook, SMS and over the phone. I make it a point to acknowledge greetings individually on Facebook, no matter how burdensome it may seem to most people. To post just a one-liner reply, thanking everyone who greeted you is very impersonal. If people took the effort to type " Happy Birthday ", why can't we take the time to type " Thank You " to each of them? We must be mindful that people always have a choice. It doesn't follow that just because a notification was received that it is your birthday, people will automatically greet you. They can choose not to, if they so desire. The fact that they did, means you are special to them and should be appreciated and most importantly acknowledged. As a priest mentor once said, " The greatest sin is ingratitude." 

People should never be taken for granted and should be accorded with respect all the time, such that in the end, there will be no room for regrets. We know that life is short, so let us value everyone who gives meaning to our lives while we still can. Life is precious and so are they. 

SMC CORPORATE ACCOUNTING/FINANCE REUNION - FEB. 18, 2015

Feb. 18, 2015 was a red letter day for us at SMC Corporate Accounting/Finance.

This was the much anticipated annual reunion. We all look forward to this event as it is the time when we rekindle ties with our colleagues, or should I say, our extended family. What started as an Accounting reunion turned out to be a Corporate Finance reunion as we were joined by some friends from Comptrollership.

But what mattered most was the presence of our bosses, namely: Mr. Francisco Eizmendi, Mr. Pepeton Garcia, Mr. Ferdie Constantino, Mr. Paco de Liano and Mr. Bernabe Navarro. We are grateful and honored by your show of support for the group. We truly appreciate your kind gesture. On a sad note however, we missed Mr. Tino Galang and Mr. Zar Avendano who regularly graced our reunions in the past.

We couldn't contain our excitement as we saw our former colleagues, especially those from our Ayala days. We reminisced our various activities, e.g. closing period, bowling tournaments, Christmas parties, the "mano-mano" calculators, etc. We couldn't help but feel nostalgic. We missed our departed colleagues who are now probably having their own reunion in Heaven.

Most of us are senior citizens now, (except those who are probably in the state of denial) and we are proud of the maturity, experience and wisdom we have gained over the years. And yes, the 20% discount was a big help.

In fairness though, I could honestly say that we still look practically the same as we did more than three decades ago. Don't you all agree? After all, streaks of silver hair or bulges notwithstanding, what matters most is that we aged gracefully.

We encourage everyone to take part in our reunions as time is an integral factor. Life is unpredictable, so let us cherish one another while we are still given the chance to do so

In behalf of my fellow coordinators, Glacie Atencio and Bogs Hermogenes, we would like to extend our gratitude to all who sacrificed their time despite their busy schedules, for the support (financial and otherwise) and for making our reunion truly something to be treasured.

Looking forward to seeing you all again, by God's grace, next year.

Till then, treasure the memories.

Proud to be an SMC alumni.

SMC's spirit lives on in our hearts..









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UNANSWERED QUESTIONS (SAF 44)

I couldn't explain how I felt as I saw the breaking news on television about the encounter in Maguindanao that resulted in the massacre of 44 members of the elite Special Action Force of the Philippine National Police. I was just as shocked as everyone else.

Just like the little girl who asked the Pope, "Why do innocent children have to suffer?", I ask similar questions now. Why should there be innocent victims?   Why do those who have less in life always suffer?

Why do these men in uniform (mostly breadwinners with meager salaries), who risk lives supporting their families, have to experience death in such an inhumane manner in the hands of the enemy? In addition to that, reports of mutilated bodies that resulted from this ruthless killing added insult to injury.

Why do these things have to happen? How do you tell a child that his daddy will no longer be coming home? I know I will never get answers to my questions. Even the Pope did not have an answer to the little girl's query. But I will keep on asking anyway.

It was such a pitiful sight as the flag-draped caskets bearing the bodies of the slain heroes disembarked from the plane at Villamor Air Base. If the pain was too much for me, what more for their families? No word will ever be enough to ease their grief. I assume there was not a dry eye in Villamor Air Base that day, along with those glued to their television sets anxiously awaiting the return of the fallen heroes. Surely, the government will provide financial assistance and posthumous promotions, but is that enough? These can never compensate for the loss of their loved ones.

Men in uniform are trained to be tough. They are not supposed to cry. Thus, it was so heartbreaking to see them standing erect, with tears streaming down their cheeks as they paid respect to their fallen comrades, both at the arrival ceremony in Villamor Air Base and at the necrological rites in Camp Bagong Diwa. Crying is not a sign of weakness, nor does it make you less of a man. I admire men who never hide their tears.

Who really was to blame for this unfortunate incident? Pointing fingers is the name of the game. The victims' families cry out for justice. Maybe it would have been better if those responsible would be men enough to admit they erred in giving orders. They owe the victims' families an apology. Certainly, it would not take away the pain, but at least it would be lessened to a certain extent. Real men admit their mistakes. But somehow, hoping for this seems next to impossibility.

Soon the SAF 44 will be forgotten and all these will be just a memory, but their heroic deeds will live on in the hearts of every Filipino. After all, as SAF members so aptly expressed, " A black beret is not issued, it is earned." The SAF 44 died as heroes, and will forever be.

As far as my questions are concerned, they will remain unanswered.

But not for the SAF 44, for in that celestial place where they are now, all the answers to their questions have been provided by the ONE who knows it all.

LESSONS FROM POPE FRANCIS' VISIT

Almost everyone has shared his/her experience of a personal encounter with Pope Francis, except probably me.

For how can I, when I was not blessed enough to see him in person despite four unsuccessful attempts? I didn't take this lightly either. All throughout the duration of his five day visit, I had been crying non-stop as a result of this.

I kept asking myself why? How come others were able to see him, while I did not? I could only blame myself. Maybe I didn't try hard enough. Maybe I acceded to my companions' decision to just give up. I'm not putting the blame on others though.

On our first attempt, we encountered closed roads and heavy traffic so we decided to turn back. On our second attempt, we managed to find a parking area near Harrison Plaza. We walked several blocks to go near the Apostolic Nunciature. I was standing with the crowd waiting for the Pope's entourage when it suddenly rained. I didn't leave my post where I thought I would have a good view of the Pope. After waiting for about a couple of hours, we heard the sirens of the vehicles escorting the Pope. I was so excited, but when he passed, I missed the chance to see him because he was riding his black Volkswagen instead of the pope mobile.

On our third attempt, again we decided to turn back because our vehicle couldn't pass thru the blocked roads. Our final try would have been on the morning of his departure. I decided not to sleep anymore since we agreed to leave at 3:00 a.m. But again, at the last minute the plan was cancelled.

I then thought of going by myself, but I did not know which road to take. I was even willing to walk from my place in Makati to Taft Avenue. I was so disappointed that I couldn't stop crying. I kept saying sorry to Jesus for not being able to see Him (as personified by the Pope). I felt this heaviness in my heart, and I pictured Jesus asking me; "Why did you  not come to see me? Why did you not welcome me? I came here for you because I know you couldn't go to me, but you were not there for me".

When the time comes that I would be face to face with Jesus, I wouldn't have the answers to his questions. On second thought, yes, I probably would. My answer, plain and simple would be, because I did not try hard enough. Maybe Jesus was disappointed with me as well. I don't blame him. I shout to the world that I love him, yet I did not welcome him when he came to see me.That really broke my heart.

I kept consoling myself that everything happens for a reason, and that he wouldn't have allowed this to happen if he didn't have an explanation. Up to now, I am still in the dark as to what the reason might have been. Maybe he didn't want me to get sick from the rain, or be pushed and shoved if I attempted to squeeze myself into the thick crowd. I don't want to speculate. Although I find comfort when priests say that even those watching on television would be equally blessed, still that is not enough for me.


In my heart, I know Jesus is not mad at me because he knew I attempted but failed. I even "lent" my guardian angel to the Pope. When I heard the news that Vatican received intelligence reports that there were death threats against his life, I "talked" to my guardian angel and told him that it is perfectly alright if he leaves me for five days so he can join the other angels protecting the Pope.

I know Jesus does not really mind because his love for me is so great, but why do I still feel this way? I guess I would have to live with this guilt for the rest of my life.

Despite this unfortunate turn of events, I learned a lot from the Pope. Just like Mother Teresa, his most outstanding quality is compassion for the poor. This was evidenced by his willingness to push thru with his trip to Tacloban despite the impending danger of the storm, all because he wanted to be with the typhoon victims. I would like to believe that what happened in Tacloban was providential. Maybe God made Pope Francis experience what the victims went through, albeit of a lesser magnitude.

Humility is another outstanding trait. It was such a humbling experience to see the Pope saying mass amid the rain wearing only a raincoat, and  carrying his own bag on his flight back to the Vatican.That would put a lot of government officials to shame. The enormous love he has on his flock, most especially us Filipinos, was clearly manifested when he risked coming here despite warnings from his Vatican security that there would be assassination attempts on his life while he is here, as evidenced by intelligence reports. He is very well aware of the danger that he makes it a point to request people to pray for him. He even said he prayed to Jesus before he left Vatican that should he die in the Philippines, to make it quick so he wouldn't feel the pain.

We are truly blessed to have Jesus' representative in the person of Pope Francis. Every move he makes, every statement he delivers move me to tears. There is such a magnificent aura that exudes from his being. We are fortunate to have experienced a personal encounter with a future saint.