Jesus Flevit

JESUS FLEVIT

For you they fall, falling down to earth

Tears that sing my sorrow, sorrow for your worth

For you failed to see the day I knocked at your door

How I long to keep you under my wings

Your day of visitation comes today

Close not your eyes to the light of my day

Come back my children return to me

Open up your hearts, return to me

Break not my heart, my lovely spouse

For without me beauty fades from your house

My love will urge you on though times be dark

My love will keep alive your spark

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Bro. Keith J. Amodia, SDB

Lyrics, Music, Vocals, and Video

Bro. Vince Michael Sabal, SDB

Piano

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There were only two instances in the Gospel when Jesus wept. First, was when He wept for His friend Lazarus. The second, was when He wept for Jerusalem. This song was inspired from Luke 19:41-44, when Jesus wept for Jerusalem because she failed to recognize the day of His coming.

Many times, we too fail to recognize the coming of the Lord: in our daily relationship with him, in our brothers and sisters, and in the goodness that is inherent in each one of us. We are blinded by our own worries and cares that we fail to see the light of salvation breaking the walls of our own Jerusalem. So He sheds tears of sorrow and sighs his wish to gather everyone in the shelter of His wings.

The Passerby

Thanks for passing by, I had a good time
Thanks for passing by, I found my light
For truths that hurt, for kindness rhymed
And winds that blew which taught me flight

You came by, though short your stay
It seemed long enough for me to smile
As you further walk I bless and pray
You find your light each step, each mile

The sound of wind rushing through my soul
Balms the trimmings of a shaggy heart
Still I am grateful for your passing role
Unforgettable despite short a part

Taken For Granted

I fell in love.

Yes I did, with my current treatise in Philosophy, Metaphysics. It spoke for me of the wonder of being. This morning, the discussion, and I would spare you the philosophical definitions, fell on the nature and characteristics of being. One line struck me most and this I would share with you:

"The best way of hiding anything is to make it common, to place it among the most ordinary objects."

Jacques Maritain, A Preface to Metaphysics (1962)

Our great professor, Fr. Michael La Guardia, SDB, decried the fact that we have lost the wonder of being. He was near teary eyed when he recalled how as children we used to have fun in the rain and do all those stupid stuff kids do. He concluded it in a statement, we have outgrown them. And yes, I remember writing about this losing the sense of wonder, but more than that, we have lost the wonder of being.

We easily take for granted the many things around us because they are so common, and we think that they would always be there. As J. Maritain put it, we lost the wonder of things in the daily drag of life. Not just things, but also persons. We have lost the connection to the people we love simply because we lull ourselves to believe that everything will be the same, forever and ever, amen.

But no, not everything will be the same. People will come and go. How many of us has been slapped in the face whenever a loved one passes away? How many of us punish ourselves with regret over so many missed opportunities and times and moments we let go because it is so common, so 'not me anymore'?

Everyone has experienced the sting of being taken for granted, of being put aside, of being denied the acknowledgment of existence but everyone is doing it to everyone else. Maybe it is helpful to count our blessings every morning, especially with gift of persons around us, and appreciate them for who they are and for what they mean to us, then we will truly be able to wonder at the incalculable and innumerable grace and wonder that God has given us.

Then, there is God, who is in everything and in everywhere. He who is so near and so accessible has become so far, distant, and vague to us. We also have lost the wonder of God because we also take Him for granted. He is lost in the ordinariness of our daily lives, lost in the sea and tides of noise and humdrums of modernity, lost and placed at the most recess part of our priorities. The source of everything has been placed in the background.

Now it makes sense why God bewails the human memory! It is so easy for us to forget. And that path will lead to regret. But we can be assured that God will never forget, and he will never take for granted all those that he has placed in the palm of his hands. Amen.

Paghandum

Naghandum ko nga makab-ot ka
Apan mabuhat ko ang paghandum ra
Ang kamingaw misuksok sa 'kong kaunuran
Kalag ko mikurog sa bugnaw nga Amihan

Kamot ko mipaling-paling sa Habagatang hangin
Puslan ko'ng pangandoy sa akong kabahin
'ning gugma mipakab-ot diha kanimo
'ning kamot di makuptan imong anino

Gugma man mosurok sa akong mga ugat
Kung dili ma-ako ang sa akong tapat
Mahanaw ako sa akong pagdilaab
Maupos sa kalayo sa gugmang panaad

Pangandoy ug pangab-ot lang akong mahatag
Gikan sa tawo'ng way bahanding ikahatag
Kanunay'ng magdamgo nga ikaw ug ako
Mag-abot unta tungod sa paghandum kanimo

Facing the Mirror

Just among us brothers, we have been teasing ourselves on who's the most narcissistic. I have my own gauge as to who that would be by measuring the time they take in front of the mirror. The most detached, and some may contend with this, are those that just take a quick glimpse and run off to their own schedules. The opposite, the most attached, are those who take an awful lot of time to brush their hair, fix their polo's, and view their every possible angle in front of the mirror.

Of course, everyone has his own ritual in front of the mirror, and my gauge is not the best. In fact, it is just a source of fun for me observing how other people behave in front of the mirror. My bed is nearer the mirror now that we swapped bed spaces in our dormitory. We actually need to see ourselves face to face in order to believe that there is something worth fixing in us.

This struck me because unless we can see the reality of who we are, we can never accept and address any problem head on. The inability to face the inner mirror is a fruit of inner fear, the fear of being face to face with our inner selves. We fear that what we would only see a hideous creature but at the same time we wouldn't also know that in the mirror is just an innocent child with a little blemish of dirt across his face, unless we take the courage to stand in front of the mirror.

So, I ask myself what do I see in front of my own mirror?