Why The Church Is Holy

This song is the theme of the movie “The Cardinal”, the story of a priest who faced temptations and challenges of moral dilemmas, the social issues of his times and the never-ending tests to his celibacy. He was not perfect and was always on the verge of sinning. But through God’s grace and mercy, he did overcome to rise in the hierarchy, becoming a Cardinal because of his devotion to his vocation. The song captures his angst as well as his redemption as he travelled the troubled path of his priesthood.

I have been hanging out quite a lot lately with my priests-friends and our classmates in the seminary. Their calling and dedication have always been a source of inspiration for me. Being close to them, I know both their strengths and their weaknesses, their talents and accomplishments as well as their failings and frustrations. But when I see what they are able to accomplish in their ministries, I can only say in faith-filled amazement, “This has to be the work of God.”

The Church is holy. Not because it is populated by saintly people. In fact, the Church has always been the refuge of sinners, populated by outcasts, society’s rejects, the poor, the vulnerable, those in the peripheries. It is holy because it is the place where these rejects and sinners are transformed into heroes and, yes, saints. It’s got to be God at work in His priests. And wherever God is, that is a sacred and holy place. This is the reason why the Church is holy.

I know my friends who have become priests. They are talented. They excel in sports, music, and the arts. They are conversant in math and the sciences, in literature and social sciences, in addition to philosophy and theology. And I also am aware of their foibles and fumbles. They are imperfect like most of us. And then seeing what they do – inspiring people, changing lives, building character, restoring broken spirits, I go “Wow! There is something else or someone else at work here.” In the equations of science, the inputs do not quite explain nor account for the outputs. It does not compute. It does not balance out. It’s got to be God then who is at work in and through them.

They are channels of God’s grace: imperfect channels of God’s perfect grace. Wounded healers. Sainted sinners. And herein lies one big realization. God, through the Church, holds out to men the possibility of salvation and redemption. “I have not come to call the righteous but sinners.”

In today’s divided world, people are given labels and the labels often stick. Sexual offenders are tagged as such for life. Convicts are stigmatized forever. Some people are branded for their color, language, and culture and they are what they are no matter what. There is no changing that fact. In today’s divided world, there are no second chances and there is no forgiveness.

Christ came and he forgave sins, gave people second chances, and started changing lives. The adulteress was given a new life. The tax collector was declared a son of Abraham. The thief was brought to paradise on the day that he died. With his power, he can transform sinners into saints.

This is what priests do. They continue Christ’s work of salvation and redemption. And this is what makes the Church holy. Not the saints who are in there. But the sinners who have become saints because they have found their way there.

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On Generosity

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Generosity begins not with what I have but with what I am inside and who I am. Generosity is measured not by what I give away but by what i keep for myself.
If I can live with small amounts and simple things, by reining in my wants and desires;
I will have more that I can share with others.

Generosity springs from poverty of spirit,
which does not mean being poor as having nothing to give
but keeping one’s needs small and simple that I may have more to give.
For no one is so poor or bereft of gifts that he has nothing to give and share.
Often the things that are really appreciated and sought by others are not material things; but act of love and caring like a smile, a touch, time spent together, company, presence, just being there.

And the more I flex my generosity muscles, the more generous I become.

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And Now The End Is Near

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Today id the end of the Liturgical Year. The Gospel is about the two thieves crucified alongside Christ. I posted what Jesus sag to the good Thief, “Today, you will be with me in paradise.” Some of my friends reacted and commented, “But not today please. Not yet.”

I do not have a death wish but I often think of death. Lately, Anabelle have been going to wakes more than any other social commitments. Our lives used to be punctuated by weddings (ours and our friends’); then, birthdays of our children; then, their graduations; then the weddings of our children; then the birth of their children. And now, wakes of friends and family.

Life is fragile and tenuous. One misstep, one wrong turn, one reckless moment. Tha’s all it would take for it to end. When I think of that fact, I realize how fragile life indeed id. The end liturgical year always remind us of the end times: to stay awake; to be ready for the Lord’s coming; to prepare to give an account of my stewardship. For believers in Christ, death is not something to be afraid of but it is the doorway we have to go through to get to eternal life.

Our destiny lies beyond this present world; that we are in fact made to be in joy with God eternally. To be truly a Christian, then, is to commit yourself to hope in the life of the world to come. Eternal life is our inheritance, held safe for us by a loving God. This is the great promise of Jesus. Now, how awesome is that!

We all dream of a world where there would be “no more tears”, a world where people would live in peace and harmony. And that is how I would like to view death – the fulfilment of all my deepest yearnings, the ultimate answer to all my unanswered questions, the unravelling of all that I have feel deep inside me but could not express nor understand.

I do not have a death wish. And I am in fact afraid of dying, specially the pain and the uncertainty that come with it. But at the same time, I am truly excited to find out what is on the other side.

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The Sacrament Of The Here And Now

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I enjoy recalling memories of events from the past, both happy and sad,
how these have brought color into my life,
how these have helped me become the person I that I am today.
But memories are in the past and are no more.
They exist only in my mind and in my heart.
My dreams and aspirations are in the future and are not yet.
They exist only in my imagination and in my will.
The only reality I truly have and can work upon is the present, my here and now.
Life is a great gift and it exists only in the present.
Everything I am and everything I have is but the present.
Sure, I got here because of where I was in the past;
and it is from here that I will walk into my future.
Everything that happens to me happens in the here and now.
Here is the best time to be happy. Not yesterday. Not tomorrow.
Now is the best time to be good. Not yesterday. Not tomorrow.
I relish the present moment with deep gratitude
and make it count like it were my only moment,
making it my eternity as well.

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A Sacred and Holy Place

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Today, I was at the Apung Mamacalulu (Merciful Lord or Lord of Mercy) in Angeles City. We were invited by the current Rector of the Shrine, Fr. Raffy dela Cruz, to experience the place like we have never done before. The Shrine is popular among its Angeleño devotees. One sure mark of a genuine, original Angeleño is knowledge of and familiarity with the Shrine. In my childhood, my family and I used to go to Sunday Mass as this Shrine.

Fr. Raffy shared with us that at the Shrine everyone in welcome. There is no judgement and no one is judged. This is specially evident on Fridays when hordes of devotees come to pay their respects to the Lord laid out in his tomb. His eyes are closed. He does not look at the devotees in judgement. He just welcomes them to his side.

And they come from all over. There are the ordinary folks and the well-heeled. The professionals and the market vendors. The pickpockets, murderers, the dregs of society, and even the working girls from Fields Avenue. They come in all their weakness, their needs, and their sinfulness, knowing they will not be judged. They come anyway because they know they are sinners; they have done wrong; they are needy; they need strength and courage to face the vicissitudes of life. And here before the entombed Christ, they seek their redemption.

Seeing the steady flow of devotees, I feel the holiness and the sanctity of the place. Not that the people coming here are already good or are saints. On the contrary, they are admittedly and self-confessed sinners. They acknowledge they are weak and inadequate. But in this place, their prayers are heard and many are answered. Lives are changed. Hopes are restored. Trust and belief in goodness comes alive. Yes, miracles happen here because there is something sacred in this place and there is someone loving and holy in residence.

There is no science here to explain what these people experience. But something or Someone holy and sacred have touched their lives for the better.

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A Sacred and Holy Place

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Today, I was at the Apung Mamacalulu (Merciful Lord or Lord of Mercy) in Angeles City. We were invited by the current Rector of the Shrine, Fr. Raffy dela Cruz, to experience the place like we have never done before. The Shrine is popular among its Angeleño devotees. One sure mark of a genuine, original Angeleño is knowledge of and familiarity with the Shrine. In my childhood, my family and I used to go to Sunday Mass as this Shrine.

Fr. Raffy shared with us that at the Shrine everyone in welcome. There is no judgement and no one is judged. This is specially evident on Fridays when hordes of devotees come to pay their respects to the Lord laid out in his tomb. His eyes are closed. He does not look at the devotees in judgement. He just welcomes them to his side.

And they come from all over. There are the ordinary folks and the well-heeled. The professionals and the market vendors. The pickpockets, murderers, the dregs of society, and even the working girls from Fields Avenue. They come in all their weakness, their needs, and their sinfulness, knowing they will not be judged. They come anyway because they know they are sinners; they have done wrong; they are needy; they need strength and courage to face the vicissitudes of life. And here before the entombed Christ, they seek their redemption.

Seeing the steady flow of devotees, I feel the holiness and the sanctity of the place. Not that the people coming here are already good or are saints. On the contrary, they are admittedly and self-confessed sinners. They acknowledge they are weak and inadequate. But in this place, their prayers are heard and many are answered. Lives are changed. Hopes are restored. Trust and belief in goodness comes alive. Yes, miracles happen here because there is something sacred in this place and there is someone loving and holy in residence.

There is no science here to explain what these people experience. But something or Someone holy and sacred have touched their lives for the better.

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Conversion is God’s Continuing Creation

P1000920Before creation, there was nothing but the void and darkness, which are but the absence of matter and the absence of light. Then God said, “Let there be light.” And there was light, the Big Bang. And from that Big Bang came all the matter that exists today.

Since then, everything in the universe is in constant motion, from the smallest quark to the biggest black hole. For some, the motion may seem random and chaotic. For others, including myself, there is a certain beat, a rhythm, almost a song or a melody that goes with the motion. It sounds like the whole of creation is singing a hymn of the universe. And somehow there is interconnectedness in all the movements and the motion; so that the cries of a baby aborning or aborted triggers the birth of a young star or the death throes of a dying supernova. And all of this beauty and goodness will go just on forever, for matter once created is never destroyed.

Nature has been most spectacular in her awesomeness. Just watching the dawn or the sunrise, or hearing anew-born baby cry, or witnessing the power of a typhoon or a volcano, would leave anyone enthralled and enchanted. Nature is prodigal in providing us with such abundant resources. We have everything we need.

And yet there are shortages, poverty and famine everywhere. It takes more resources to feed and clothe one man looking out for himself rather than two persons caring and sharing with each other. There is more joy and happiness in people living and loving together rather than in individuals looking out just for themselves. There is enough goodness and beauty in nature to teach us. And yet, we often choose their exact opposite. We choose to dwell in the void and in the darkness.

When God said, “Let there be light.” I imagine it as God calling goodness out of the void and beauty out of the darkness. While we are part of that goodness and beauty, we also often succumb to chaos and the darkness. There is nothing more heart-warming as when one person changes for the better. It is God’s grace at work when a person experiences change and conversion to a new life. Sometimes, the circumstances are heroic and dramatic, like a catastrophe, a major disaster or a monumental crisis in one’s life. Oftentimes, all it takes to bring about the change and conversion is but a word, a touch, a simple encounter with another person. It is God’s continuing work of creation.

Every moment I am given is yet another present from God for me to become better, to change and be converted, to affirm the goodness and beauty there is in the universe and in me. I pray to be open and sensitive to these stirrings of the Spirit in my life.

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The Speed and the Noise

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Speed and noise seem to be the defining elements of people’s lives today.

When people want something, they often want it now, as in right now.
So we have instant versions of practically everything. No waiting.
Instant coffee. Instant noodles. Instant photos. Instant replay.
Yet it took billions of years to prepare the earth
before it could become a hospitable place for human to live and thrive in.
It takes years for a seed to grow and bear fruits.
It takes nine months for a mother to be blessed with the gift of a new life.
Nature never does things instantly and yet things do get done eventually.

People today also cannot stand silence and being by themselves.
In practically every home, there is often at least one TV set or radio or a component system playing continuously even if no one is really watching or listening.
just to give the semblance or feeling of being with someone else.
It seems to me that people are afraid that in the silence
they would hear just their inner voice.

Prayer is about slowing down and being silent.
Prayer is putting aside for the moment all the wants and desires that drive me daily. Prayer is stilling all the noise outside to listen to the voice within me.
In prayer, I encounter who I truly am and Him who is my source.
In prayers, I come to know the person that I am,
the people who are important and have touched my life,
the gifts that have been given me and the Gift-giver
whose kindness, mercy and generosity knows no bounds.

Prayers is giving voice to my deepest yearnings.
The words with which I pray give form and flesh to my deepest feelings and emotions. When I give words to my joys, sufferings, inspirations and anxieties,
I get to truly own them. And in owning them, I can transform them.
In the process, I become transformed myself.
Through prayers and the words I utter in prayer,
I share in God’s continuing act of creation.
In times primeval, he said: “Let there be light.” and there was light.
To the blind man, Jesus said: “Receive your sight.” and the blind man saw the light.
In prayer, I say with faith: “Lord, that I may see.”
He stays with me and helps me see:
sometimes dimly, sometimes brightly.

This is the reason why I pray.
Daily.
Nay, constantly.

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Late Lessons for a Lolo

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One of our joys these days are the times we spend with Maia. And I love how she is so in love with here Lola. Like, whenever they come home from a pasyal, she would fill our home with her shouts of “Wowa! Wowa! Wowa!” it is amazing how a small tot of her size could fill a big house with herexciting calls to her Lola. Or, how she loves to say “NO!” to me so emphatically with a toss of her head and instead say, “Wowa!” At night, before going to bed, we have by now an established ritual where her Daddy would bring her first to me in my home office and have her kiss and hug me goodnight. She does so dutifully and as soon as she is done, she bids her Daddy “Wowa!” and off to Lola they’d do where she would linger saying her goodnights.

Am I jealous? Do I even feel slighted? No! I am elated and thrilled that she does that. Young and innocent as she is, she knows that her Lola is the better person; that Lola has the more generous and caring heart; that Lola is indeed the more loving person. Maia confirms that I have chosen and married well. I could not have found a better wife for myself than her Lola.

And here, Maia teaches me yet another lesson. I found and chose Anabelle? I now realize that it is rather presumptuous of me to say or even think that way. I did not choose her. I was led to her. Anabelle was a gift for me, like Maia is. I did nothing to deserve them but just be there where God wanted me. And God just simply brought them into my life.

Often, I fancy myself a successful person for the accomplishments I have achieved. Maia and my grandchildren are making me realize that all these accomplishments are gifts. I have done nothing to deserve my apos. They just came into my life. I had imaginings on what and how it is to be a grandfather. Most of my imaginings do not happen. But what is happenings instead is beyond all my imaginings. And it is much better.

Yes, everything is gift. It is a lesson it is taking me a lifetime to learn. But today it has become a lot clearer because of my Maia.

 

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I Keep Wondering

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Life is a deep paradox, a maelstrom of contradictions.
The good coexists side by side with the evil.
Joys come along with pain and tears are never far from our smiles and laughter.
And all around, life does often at seem unfair.
Even the Gospel tells us:
“I tell you, to all those who have, more will be given;
but from those who have nothing,
even what they have will be taken away.”

The world today would define success
in terms of net worth, wealth, power and fame.
There are still those many who would define success
in terms of service to others, generosity, compassion, forgiveness and humility.
They are invariably labeled as rebels, dreamers, fools or revolutionaries.
And some of them end up being assassinated or even crucified.
But they have changed more lives and inspired more people than the former.

We sometimes wish for the journey to come to an end soon;
but it is a long and winding road ahead.
I realize that Faith is the greatest gift we can receive from God for the journey
– yes, Faith is a gift, a grace, a blessing!
Love is the greatest lesson we can learn
to make the journey worthwhile and meaningful.
And then, we can realistically Hope for everlasting life.

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