The Languages and Conversations in Our Lives

Halloween! Jonathan and Jane went Trick-or-Treating last night. And they were up very early this morning working on the toys they have traded their “loot” for with the Great Pumpkin. Leading up to the day itself, they had conversations with their Mom on who they wanted to be for this year’s Halloween, why they chose that character, what the character meant for them. Jonathan decided to be a Stormtrooper and Jane went as a Prairie Girl. After Trick-or-treating, they sorted their loot with Mommy and set aside what they would want to keep (a few items), what they would give away for kids who may have none ( quite a pile), what should be thrown away as trash (a smidgen) and what they would trade with the Great Pumpkin (the bulk). It was a great conversation on decision-making, based on values and not whims.

Halloween. Santa and his reindeers. The Tooth Fairy. Fairy tales and legends that fill our childhood. We eventually learn what and who they really are but we never forget the memories we have stored about them, nor the conversations we have had about them, and never the excitement and thrill they brought into our lives.

We speak different languages to express the realities of our lives and to nurture our relationships. It would be a lot more difficult and totally boring raising children if not for the language of fairy tales and myths. I can’t imagine falling in love with Anabelle without the language of the heart. I see all the beauty and wonder around me and I am happy that there is the language of poetry to express what I can hardly contain within me. I admire the precision and clarity of the language of math; but not everyone can speak it. I can sometimes be totally lost in the language of science, sometimes bewildered but often mystified. Language is what connects us to one another and to the deeper realities of life.

I imagine myself with the great crowd that came to hear Jesus speak of the Beatitudes. They were used to hearing the language of the Emperor and of the High Priests. These people spoke with the language of authority and had the power of death over them. So, they listened – if only to avoid death. And here they were, spellbound, listening to Jesus, who spoke the language of love and compassion and He gave them them the power of life.

In prayer, I converse with God mainly through the language of the heart and of the spirit. Sometimes, the experience is too rich to be caught by words. Then, there is also the language of silence and presence. Imagine if on finally meeting God, I cannot carry on a conversation with Him because I do not know the language to use. Or worse, I do not even recognize Him and do not know how to talk to Him. Just as Jonathan and Jane had animated conversations with their Mom about Halloween and the Great Pumpkin, I imagine myself having a similarly high-spirited conversation with God about my time on earth.

Lord, this is the people that longs to see your face.
~Psalm 24

When Jesus saw the crowds, he went up the mountain,
and after he had sat down, his disciples came to him.
He began to teach them, saying:
“Blessed are the poor in spirit,
for theirs is the Kingdom of heaven.
Blessed are they who mourn,
for they will be comforted.
Blessed are the meek,
for they will inherit the land.
Blessed are they who hunger and thirst for righteousness,
for they will be satisfied.
Blessed are the merciful,
for they will be shown mercy.
Blessed are the clean of heart,
for they will see God.
Blessed are the peacemakers,
for they will be called children of God.
Blessed are they who are persecuted for the sake of righteousness,
for theirs is the Kingdom of heaven.”
Matthew 5:1-10

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Doing Good is Often a Lonely and Difficult Task

Rules and laws are meant to prevent us from doing bad. But I have found that they also prevent us from doing good, specially in a litigious society such as the US. People would sometimes hesitate to help others in distress for fear of being sued for doing the wrong thing or making their conditions worse. Or, there are instances where people would rather not give food to the hungry for fear of being sued for causing some allergic reaction or other health issues in the recipient. Or, medical care is so expensive in the US partly because of the expensive malpractice insurance doctors have to get as a protection against the inevitable malpractice suit.

Being good is not only about being generous of heart. It is also being courageous of spirit to take on the risks that doing good entails. Would I dare to do good even at the risk of breaking some rules? Would I dare and be brave to risk being rejected when I do good for others? Would I dare to stand and be alone when doing what is right and just is not so popular?

Do-gooders have a long history of ending up in prison or even being killed. They are often alone in their often quixotic crusades to bring about change for the better. Their happiness and fulfillment come not from the material reward nor from the accolade of people for there are hardly any. It comes from within themselves, knowing that they heeding the Spirit that animates everything there is in the universe.

How great are the works of the Lord!
~Psalm 111

On a sabbath Jesus went to dine
at the home of one of the leading Pharisees,
and the people there were observing him carefully.
In front of him there was a man suffering from dropsy.
Jesus spoke to the scholars of the law and Pharisees in reply, asking,
“Is it lawful to cure on the sabbath or not?”
But they kept silent; so he took the man and,
after he had healed him, dismissed him.
Then he said to them
“Who among you, if your son or ox falls into a cistern,
would not immediately pull him out on the sabbath day?”
But they were unable to answer his question.
Luke 14:1-6

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Is the Good News Always Disruptive?

“When I gave food to the poor, people called me a saint. When I asked why are they poor, people called me a communist.” Dom Helder Paulo Câmara, Archbishop of Olinda and Recife, Brazil

Since her earliest beginnings, the Church has always been a church of the weak and the oppressed, of those who are the least, the last and the lost. The Church real treasures, as St. Lawrence the Martyr, told the Roman official have always been the poor, the homeless, the elderly, the small children, the handicapped, the mentally ill, the hungry and sick, the widows. Because of this, the Church has always had a history of being disruptive of the established social order, being accused of being a group of blasphemers and rabble-rousers, as Christ was. Today, in many places, the Church is branded as being radical, revolutionary and not in tune with the times.

But Christ and his message have always disturbed people. Where people would behave out of greed and selfishness, Christ challenges us to be generous and giving. Where people would act out of pride and anger, He challenges us to be meek and mild. Where people would give vent to hate, He gave us the great commandment of love. He did not mince words condemning those who lived only for themselves;  but He had only words of comfort and consolation to those in pain and sorrow. He did not take away the pain and the sorrow but He promised a place and time where there will no more tears. Faced with the grim and inevitable prospect of death, He promised people the gift of eternal life. From the limitations of our earthly life, He promised our deliverance into a fullness of life.

Blessed be the Lord, my Rock!
~Psalm 144

Some Pharisees came to Jesus and said,
“Go away, leave this area because Herod wants to kill you.”
He replied, “Go and tell that fox,
‘Behold, I cast out demons and I perform healings today and tomorrow,
and on the third day I accomplish my purpose.
Yet I must continue on my way today, tomorrow, and the following day,
for it is impossible that a prophet should die
outside of Jerusalem.'”
Luke 13:31-33

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The Narrow Gate

A piece of wood can serve as firewood. Or, in the hands of a talented sculptor, it can become a beautiful statue. If that wooden block had consciousness, it would probably refuse to submit itself to the chisel of the sculptor. But it is precisely all that chipping with the chisel that transforms it into a work of art.

A lump of clay, if aware, would probably also refuse to be mashed, beaten, molded and shaped by the potter. It would definitely refuse being fired in the oven. But without all the beating and the fire of the furnace, the lump of clay would never be transformed into a lovely vessel admired and prized by people.

I imagine myself in the comfort and safety of my mother’s womb. if I had my way then, I would probably stayed on their forever: no problems and no worries, everything I needed delivered directly to me by the umbilical cord that attached me to my mother. But I had to be violently expelled for staying any longer than I should would have meant the end of life for me and my mother.

And so it is in the journey of life. The road to salvation is paved with struggles and its gate is narrow. Few people take it if they had a choice. The path of least resistance on the other hand is crowded and is paved with good intentions. But it often leads to the other place. I choose to take the narrow gate. I surrender myself like a piece of wood to the Divine Sculptor and allow him to make of my life a wonderful sculpture. I submit myself like a lump of clay to the hands of the Divine Potter, chiseling and all, and allow him to transform me into a beautiful vessel.

The Lord is faithful in all his words.
~ Psalm 145

Jesus passed through towns and villages,
teaching as he went and making his way to Jerusalem.
Someone asked him,
“Lord, will only a few people be saved?”
He answered them,
“Strive to enter through the narrow gate,
for many, I tell you, will attempt to enter
but will not be strong enough.” 
Luke 13:22-30

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Listening to the Call

It was a simple and very ordinary story: He went up the mountain to pray; then he called is disciples; and then he chose twelve among them whom he named apostles. And, as the saying goes, the rest is history.

Today, it is with a simple and ordinary act that I start my day. I try to encounter him every morning in prayer. I listen to his call to discern what it is he wants of me for the day, for the season, in my life.

He totally transformed the lives of the twelve. Except for John, who took care of his mother, and Judas, who betrayed him, all the apostles would die for his sake spending the rest of their lives spreading his good news. They were a brave and heroic group, inspiring those who followed them with their love and dedication.

I have not done anything great nor heroic to match what the apostles did. But in the simple and ordinary unfolding of my life, I have tried to follow their love and dedication as followers of Jesus. And it is in that striving that I have been blessed with many graces, undeserved, unexpected, unmerited, unending. At every turn on the road of life, he has proven himself the God of surprises, always exceeding my wildest expectations and imaginings.

The heavens declare the glory of God, and the firmament proclaims his handiwork. ~Psalm 19

Jesus went up to the mountain to pray,
and he spent the night in prayer to God.
When day came, he called his disciples to himself,
and from them he chose Twelve, whom he also named Apostles:
Simon, whom he named Peter, and his brother Andrew,
James, John, Philip, Bartholomew, Matthew,
Thomas, James the son of Alphaeus,
Simon who was called a Zealot,
and Judas the son of James,
and Judas Iscariot, who became a traitor.
Luke 6:12-16

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All It Takes Is a Tiny Spark

The best time to do good in now.
The best place to do good is here.

In today’s interconnected world, where the media bring news around the world instantaneously, there are so many issues demanding my attention. There is the persecution of Christians in the Middle East, the ebola epidemic in Africa, the unmitigated corruption back home in the Philippines, the growing belligerence of China. The list in long and almost endless. And I want to do something about everything. In the end, I end up anxious, angry, and paralyzed into inaction and eventually into uncaring.

But given my here and now, I can always choose to do something. I cannot stop the persecutions in the Middle East but I can be more open and more accepting of the people I meet in my everyday life. I cannot go to Africa to take care of the sick but I can practice caring and sharing with the people who will come into my life today. I can practice good hygiene and encourage others to do so. I cannot stop the corruption in the Philippines but I can engage in discussions and dialogues on how to combat these stories of venality via the same media that brought me the news. I can do nothing to stop China from encroaching on other countries’ territory but I can pray for peace in the world.

Many times, I am not sure and even become frustrated that my efforts are worth anything in addressing these issues. But I can be sure that there will be one less person giving in to hating and anger, one more person giving and sharing with others. Even the vast universe started with one tiny spark that triggered the big bang.

Behave like God as his very dear children.
~Psalm 1

Jesus was teaching in a synagogue on the sabbath.
And a woman was there who for eighteen years
had been crippled by a spirit;
she was bent over, completely incapable of standing erect.
When Jesus saw her, he called to her and said,
“Woman, you are set free of your infirmity.”
He laid his hands on her,
and she at once stood up straight and glorified God.
Luke 13:10-13

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Loving With All My Heart, Soul, and Mind.

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Anabelle and I were gone for a week of vacation. And as we stirred up from our sleep yesterday morning, Jane came through our bedroom door, with a smile as radiant as the morning sun on her face. She went straight to me and gave me a really tight and warm embrace. No words. No sounds. Just touch. An embrace. A hug that must have lasted an eternity but was all too soon over. And then she said, “I peeked in earlier but you were still sleeping.” And then words and stories and laughter just kept on pouring out from both of us. I knew we were home. For I was basking in the warmth of Jane’s love.

Jane’s welcome filled my heart with more joy than our one week stay in Hawaii. Not that we did not enjoy our vacation. We did and it was one of the best we’ve had. But Jane’s welcome was one moment when I felt my heart was filled to the brim with joy and happiness. Just as there are times when the pain and sorrow in living could become so hard to bear that my heart would feel like bursting. Is this what it means to love God with all my heart – feeling God’s infinite love for me there is no more room for anything else and my heart is filled to the brim and almost bursting?

My body needs constant nourishment to keep going. But there are times that when my body is weak, I could still go on. My soul can move my body even when my physical strength has flagged. My body may be tired but my spirit can still keep me going. Is this what loving God with all my soul is – to rely on God’s strength to carry me through the joys and sorrows of life and to finally bring me back home to Him?

Everything I do, I do for a reason. I watch what I eat and I do regular exercises because I want to keep healthy. I go on hikes because I just love being with nature. I go out and visit friends and family because they are important and precious to me. I read a lot because I want to feed my mind. But there are occasions when reason fails me. There are many things I do not understand. There are many events I do not know the reason for. Through the things that make sense to me to the things that I find beyond or outside or reason, I am assured of God’s love and presence in my life. Is that what it means to love God with all my mind?

I love you, O LORD, my strength, my rock, my fortress, my deliverer.
~Psalm 18

When the Pharisees heard that Jesus had silenced the Sadducees,
they gathered together, and one of them,
a scholar of the law tested him by asking,
“Teacher, which commandment in the law is the greatest?”
He said to him,
“You shall love the Lord, your God,
with all your heart,
with all your soul,
and with all your mind.
This is the greatest and the first commandment.
The second is like it:
You shall love your neighbor as yourself.
The whole law and the prophets depend on these two commandments.”
Matthew 22:34-40

 
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Bearing Fruits

The other day, we visited the Dole pineapple plantation along Kamehameha Highway, Wahiawa,Hawaii. I remember being shown once how integrated the operations are in such a place. Nothing of the fruit is ever wasted. The crowns are set aside to serve as the stock from which to grow the new crop. Some of the harvested fruits are sold fresh and the rest are preserved and canned. The flesh of the fruit is processed and packed as slices, cubes, tidbits, crushed, juice, or mixed with other fruits as a cocktail. The residual pulp and the skin of the fruit is then crush and fed to livestock. The plant itself is left in the fields, cut up and left to compost and serve as mulch to fertilize the soil.

And so it is with nature. Nothing is ever wasted. The leaves fall and return to the ground to enrich it. Flowers attract insects with their colors and nectar and in the process get pollinated. Fruits serve as food for birds and animals, who in turn spread out their seeds. Everything and everyone lives in a symbiotic interdependence. The tiny microbes that live on the forest floor making it rich in nutrients are as vital as the giants trees that makes up the forest canopy.

And so it is in life. Nothing is ever wasted and everyone has a role to play, a mission to accomplish, a quest to embark on. Everyone has his gifts and his own calling. St. Paul tells us that some are called “as Apostles, others as prophets, others as evangelists, others as pastors and teachers, to equip the holy ones for the work of ministry, for building up the Body of Christ.” Others are called just to stand by the door and welcome people in or to serve and wait upon the poor and the needy or to sit quietly in prayers for others. In the end, we are all meant to bear our own fruit, with each tree giving its unique fruit.

Let us go rejoicing to the house of the Lord.
~ Psalm 122

Jesus told them this parable:
“There once was a person who had a fig tree planted in his orchard,
and when he came in search of fruit on it but found none,
he said to the gardener,
‘For three years now I have come in search of fruit on this fig tree
but have found none. So cut it down.
Why should it exhaust the soil?’
He said to him in reply,
‘Sir, leave it for this year also,
and I shall cultivate the ground around it and fertilize it;
it may bear fruit in the future.
If not you can cut it down.’” 
Luke 13:6–9

 
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Microbiome

I came across and learned a new word yesterday – microbiome. A microbiome is “the ecological community of commensal, symbiotic, and pathogenic microorganisms that literally share our body space.” My body and its organs are made up of millions of cells, maybe billions even. The pathogens that make up my microbiome are ten times the number of cells that make up me. These microorganisms of my microbiome are different and distinct from my body cells. They are not part of me but they are essential to my health and wellbeing just as I am to theirs. They are on my skin, in my gut, in my mouth, in all my organs including vital ones like the heart and the brain. These microorganisms help me digest the food I eat, protect me against invading pathogens, and enable many vital body processes. Like, there are certain microorganisms whose absence in my microbiome would lead to obesity or diabetes. I live in perfect symbiosis with these microorganisms of my microbiome. Live and let live. I die, they die. They die, I would also probably eventually die.

The leaves have started changing colors and soon will be falling off trees. Winter is coming and the weather will soon turn cold and dreary. This is the definite signs that rain and snow will also be coming. But not in California. The drought persists. In other places, there are floods because of too much water. We are the microbiome of Mother Earth. We live symbiotically with her. Live and let live. She dies, we die. But if we die, she will probably come to a fuller life again.

Life and all living things are intimately interconnected. We co-exist with everything there is and we are all bound together by one thread of life. The threads of our lives may sometimes seem so convoluted, divergent, and complex but they are all eventually tied together into the ultimate thread that is in the hands of God. Through that thread runs the life energy that keeps us all in existence. There are signs all around us of this truth. We are able to see these signs in the passing of the seasons, in the passages of life, in the changing of the times and be aware of this ultimate thread. And as we master the interpretations of what is visible and palpable, may we never lose sight of the mysterious and ineffable in our lives.

Lord, this is the people that longs to see your face.
~ Psalm 24

Jesus said to the crowds,
“When you see a cloud rising in the west
you say immediately that it is going to rain–and so it does;
and when you notice that the wind is blowing from the south
you say that it is going to be hot–and so it is.
You hypocrites!
You know how to interpret the appearance of the earth and the sky;
why do you not know how to interpret the present time?” 
Luke 12:54-56

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Making Sense Of It All

There are a lot of things that often do not make sense in life and in the world around me. At the smallest levels, sub-atomic particles are nothing but random beats of energy. Should one try to measure their mass, one misses their beat and direction. And should one track their beat and direction, their mass become undetectable. It is almost like, now you see them and now you don’t. Hey, they don’t exist at all. And yet, through the mediation of the Higgs boson, these particles acquire their unique mass and charge. They eventually form atoms, which make up molecules, to become cells which have their own unique function to give birth to organisms big and small. Out of all that randomness comes meaning and function.

Since time immemorial, men have looked up to the heavens and have been awed by the beauty, symmetry and and order out there. They have seen certain stars always together in a cluster and gave these constellations wonderful, even mystical, names – the Pleiades being my favorite. The ancients marked the passing of the seasons through the movement of the stars. They mapped their voyages using the stars as their guides. And yet, it is pure chaos out there. New stars are constantly being born in one massive nuclear explosion after another. Old stars collapsing in one energy sapping implosion after another. And all of these events happening while all of these colossal bodies are hurtling through space at speeds unimaginable here on earth, expanding the fabric of space in the aftermath.

On the earthly scheme of things, we know it is better to build than to destroy and yet we seem to be hell-bent to destroy the one planet that is our home. We know that life is precious and yet we do many things to wantonly destroy it. We know that we cannot live alone and need others and yet we would exclude so many people from our lives. Then there are the perennial questions of “Why do good people suffer while the bad ones prosper?”, “Why is our love sometimes reciprocated with hate and anger?” “Why do good people often die young?”

While I mull these questions, I also come across this particular saying from Jesus. Jesus, meek and mild? The humble, peaceful and loving teacher? And yet here He is speaking of setting the world ablaze, wishing not to bring about peace but to wield the sword and bring about divisions. These are tough and confusing words for one like me who would want to be an honest disciple and follower of this Jesus. And He does not turn around and try to mitigate what He just said by explaining His words as He often does His stories and parables.

I think of the random particles eventually coming together to form and give birth to life. I think of the endless explosions among the stars to eventually give rise to the magnificent galaxies and constellations that we look up to in awe. I think of people becoming better and stronger after going through pain and suffering. I think of Jesus forging love out of anger and hatred, drawing goodness from the imperfect and the incomplete, teaching us that light is stronger than the darkness and that life is stronger than death. Indeed, out of the chaos and randomness, God calls out the light and then there is life.

The earth is full of the goodness of the Lord.
~ Psalm 33

Jesus said to his disciples:
“I have come to set the earth on fire,
and how I wish it were already blazing!
There is a baptism with which I must be baptized,
and how great is my anguish until it is accomplished!
Do you think that I have come to establish peace on the earth?
No, I tell you, but rather division.
From now on a household of five will be divided,
three against two and two against three;
a father will be divided against his son
and a son against his father,
a mother against her daughter
and a daughter against her mother,
a mother-in-law against her daughter-in-law
and a daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law.”
Luke 12:49-53

 
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