Saturday, December 10, 2011

Bollywood Movies


Slumdog Millionaire roused my attention towards Bollywood movies. After decades of Hollywood, my eyes were slowly opened up to new vistas from India, Thailand, Japan, and Korea with their own stream of fresh movies from different cultures.

Lately, I have come across two Bollywood movies that are worth mentioning. One is the box office hit, 3 Idiots. The other one is Like Stars on Earth. What impressed me is that both these movies are not only cinematographic, they are values-oriented as well. It used to be that we use to wait for the blockbuster season from Los Angeles before we can feast our eyes on movies, though not all of them are worth watching and just plain rubbish.

One particular artist from Bollywood is worth mentioning: Aamir Khan. Aside from being an actor, he is also a director and producer. It seems that to be a Bollywood actor, one is required to possess the skills of acting, singing, and dancing. That puts to shame a lot of "stars" out their who are deprived of one, or two, or even three of these.

With several parts of the world catching up to western film industry, we see more and more of the other faces of humanity. For me what matters is not the box office success but the message, the values, and the art that makes up the movie.

Italian Love Songs




I would often describe myself as a hopeless romantic. After listening to this song it has unfailingly haunted me. There is something about Italian Love Songs that evokes so much sweetness and passion. I particularly like this song for its very meaning. The sweet sound of the violin resounds with the longing of the song's words.

How many times have we longed for someone and also, how many times have other people longed for us?

Friday, November 4, 2011

Conquest

The semestral break offers us a great way for diversion from the serious study of philosophy in our desks to the vast world outside the study hall where we can stretch our hands and our minds. With the blessing of our rector, we contacted Fr. Noel Sumagui of the Batulao community if we can base camp in the retreat house and then scale the ridges of Mt Batulao.

Things went smoothly. We traveled up to Nasugbu by public transport which we realized was a complicated thing to do. It seems we got too comfortable with the community van. We had to ride jeepneys to Calamba, then Sta. Rosa and boarded a van to Nasugbu in Target Mall. We later learned that the van operators there ripped us off, so that must account for why one of the van's aircondition's condensers blew up before we left. Karma anyone?

Perhaps this is the best lesson in our journey that we have traveled by public transport just like the ordinary man. It brought us back to the earth from the seeming isolation of religious life. We tasted the bitter air of polluted air and dust, the cramped seats, and the crowd that fill the public areas. Contrast that to the silent halls of the post novitiate and the well-structured atmosphere of the school.


We had an overnight stay in the retreat house and enjoyed the company of our confreres there, Fr. Noel, Fr. Ernie Cruz, and Fr. Jess. The altitude offered a good rush of cold wind. The setting sun offered a beautiful spectacle of the peaks that we would scale the morning after. Later, Bro. Ves of the college community joined our group. He wanted to take a second try at climbing Batulao. A good meal, lively conversation, and TV made a good home out of that short encounter.

We rose up early and started our trek. Nobody really knew the way. We got lost before we found the trail. The locals set us right on our path and for two hours knees and legs worked hard to reach the peak. We had breakfast in one of the ten peaks. The lechon manok and eggs replenished our depleted energy. The morning sun was just rising in the horizon so we had a golden view of the vista around us. It was surreal experience, in fact one of the brothers commented like St Peter before him that we should stay and not come down.

A few more struggle and we reached the open summit of Mt Batulao. We passed by some campers below and met some other mountaineers at the highest peak. It was a beautiful place to remind us of heaven in an All Saints Day morning. I was greatly amused by the courtesy shown by the other trekkers who unfailingly greet out each other a good morning when meeting a stranger along the trail.

Flashes glared and the photoshoot began. The wind was strong in the summit. It offered a 360 degree view of Cavite and Batangas. From up there you can see the distant waters of Taal Lake and one of its volcano islands, the sprawling harbor city of Batangas, and the vast green fields of Cavite bordered by the mountain ranges at the rim much like a pizza.

We can't stay for long. The sun was climbing up the sky and the heat started to bite into our skin. We knew we were being roasted alive. Going down we took another trail, one which they call the 'old trail' which I believe is notorious for one of its almost 90 degree rock wall accessible only by a rope and rappelling. Did I mention we have to pay P20.00 for our entrance through the new trail and another twenty for our exit in the old trail?

Before finally descending we stopped by a makeshift hut where the locals set up a store where everything is bought at P20.00. Mt Batulao seems to be stuck to the P20.00 bill. Some took a cold swig of Mountain Dew while the rest, including me, enjoyed a P20.00 halo-halo.

We came back to the retreat house half past noon and took our lunch. We rested for a few hours before finally descending back to the place where we belong, Canlubang. The climb was moderate and enjoyable. It tested again my perseverance which is essential to us religious. It was the company that made that climb more beautiful.

Friday, October 28, 2011

3rd JPII Cebu Catechetical and Youth Ministry Conference

Youth Ministry and the Basics of Digital Social Media Workshop
The invitation was unexpected and heaven and earth were moved for it to push through. It took time for me to fully grasp that I was already stepping on Cebu soil. I took a fresh breath of the familiar air and looked at the gang that welcomed me at the airport, the same gang who publicly ganged up on me with their infamous placard. It was a weird feeling, of unbelief and awe. I am still surprised and amused at my own fate.

I spent five days in Cebu to attend and give a workshop in the JPII Cebu Catechetical and Youth Ministry Conference in Lawaan. I prepared myself internally for the event. I didn't have to review much my stuck-up knowledge but only to get in the feel of what is happening today. In the end, as I face my three-day afternoon workshop, I have to rewrite and reformulate the modules to fit my participants' needs.

It was fun sharing my experiences and knowledge of computers and the internet. It was funnier when I had to compromise with the lack of equipment and bandwidth for internet immersion. All in all, it turned out so well I could not believe the days passed by.

So, again, I would like to thank the youth ministers and catechists who attended my workshop and the conference for sharing the joy of communion in working for young people. There is no other powerful comfort than to know that you are not alone working in God's vineyard.

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Blogging with my Workshop

Hello everyone! This is the first time I have blogged in public where many people are looking at me while typing this sentence. Right now they are smiling.

Anyway this is just a demonstration of the power of blogging and how it can change the world.

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Finals Week, Take Three!

The Thinker, courtesy of UKZN University
It's finals week for Philosophy for the third time in my Salesian history! Phew! I just got this chance to blog in between my oral examinations in Philosophy. It seems that our examinations also participates in the Principle of Proportionality. It simply gets better and better. And of course, the summit would be the de Universa.

What my Philosophical studies gave me is not the content of Aristotelico-Thomistic doctrine but the discipline of studying itself! I am a lazy brain and by default I'm deductive, basing myself on few principles and from their expound my knowledge of things. But Scholastic Philosophy doesn't work like mathematics and computer science does. I am forced to memorize, analyze, reconstruct, and argue. It is much mental work that has often been the object of my complaint.

I have to admit, I like the experience even if it is so troublesome. The truth is, the more you understand, the more you learn to love things, indeed many things. As we are inching our way closer to de Universa, I pray I'd be able to meet the demands of knowing and loving Philosophy. Next oral exam please!

Friday, October 7, 2011

iSad for Steve Jobs

I got the news Thursday morning of October 6 that the great Steve Jobs passed away due to cancer. I like the guy because he's a genius innovator and salesman and I don't like him because he sells expensive. But I'd like to thank him for the many ways he has pushed the industry to a higher standard, being able to make Microsoft's heart skip a beat with Apple's competition. Most of all his ingenuity led us to believe in human creativity.

Reading a snippet of his life from Associated Press, I got to realize the humble beginnings of this technology icon. He was put up for adoption, raised by a middle-class working family, dropped out of college, and started Apple in a garage much like the techies of the 70's and 80's who are now on top of big technology corporations like Microsoft, Google, Facebook, and others. By pushing for excellence and perfection he was able to drag the world along with him.

There are many lives out there that help us learn the meaning and beauty of life. There are many out there who exemplify humanity in their own ways and fields. All we have to do is believe in ourselves that we can, after all the the setbacks and stumbles in life, be able to rise up again to the challenge. What gift we have we can nurture to become the giants that we are meant to be. We don't need to compare because we already are winners inside, we only have to bring out that champion in each one of us.

Most of all, we realize that we can only do so little despite all our human power. We are limited after all. We will have to pass the gate of death. What can I leave behind for the world as the great Steve Jobs did with all the gadgets we have in our pockets and in our backpacks? How can we improve each other's life for the better? We transcend our limitations when we begin to transcend our own selfish boundaries.

Our humanity is the wonderful union of limitation and excellence, of immanence and transcendence, the interior and exterior life. To say we are gods and forget we are men, we fall. To say we are men and not God's, we despair. Let the life of Steve Jobs who set the standard for human creativity and ingenuity inspires us. Great and cool life, Steve!

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

What is Love?

I had my catechism class with students from Kapayapaan reflect on the definition of Love. What is love? What is the best definition for it that encompasses the love of man and of God? We abound in so many definitions of the most sought after value in life. Perhaps our own shortcomings in defining it reflect on how much we have misunderstood it. The multiplicity of its definition may also reflect our own confusion and our helplessness in really making love our own.

I take Scott Peck's definition of love as the better than the rest. I stumbled upon it when I was reading The Road Less Traveled. Scott defined it, in a nutshell, willing the good of another. You can read his definition from this Wikipedia entry. Here he distinguishes love, not as a feeling, but a willing. It is an active volition for another's good.

I like the definition because it transcends the popular notion that love is a feeling. For if indeed it is a feeling, then it must be fleeting and temporary as all feelings are. But love stays and commits itself through the years, at best for a lifetime and eternity. It is not driven by hormonal changes but an active decision and indeed it is so.

Transcending further this psychological definition, I echo what the Church has always said, that Love is a Person, in the face of Jesus Christ. For man to know what love is, he must reflect and contemplate the life of Christ which is a complete, perfect, and exemplary testament of superlative Love. Not all men can accept this definition if one has no faith and faith is a gift. But in believing so can we truly see the real nature of Love that has ever since escaped and evaded our best definitions.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

I Fever

Ever since I met the "post modern" word and its friends "egoism", "self-actualization", and "self-centeredness", I have become conscious of how I begin my journal entries. Have I used "I" again as I begin this entry? I leaf through the pages of the past days, and, whoa, most of them begin with "I". This would be excusable since it is my journal entry. What if I begin everything with the "I"?

I, here I go again, get tired of people always talking about themselves. The conversation becomes boring and heavy when it could not go beyond the Me-Myself-and-I topic. Talking to people who cannot stop talking about themselves is like being sucked into a black hole. You just want to get out of it. We Filipinos call the most obvious ones as mahangin, but there are those who are more subtle. They start the conversation about something which slowly and silently spirals towards themselves. Yikes! It's pitiable because it is symptomatic of a low self-esteem or the non-acceptance of the self for one two always need the assurance and affirmation of other people.

People, and that includes you and me, are more self-centered now more than ever. We all have this level of self-centeredness, for it is natural to us, but it stinks like fish when it becomes selfishness. Are we not too pre-occupied with our self-image? Businesses capitalize on this in the multi-billion dollar enterprise of cosmetics and fashion. We have to go back again to the True Center of everything.

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Silent Symphony

A symphony is heard in the distance
But the strings are untouched
The reed lay silent
And the baton lies still

The music plays inviting
It brings along peace
But the crowd is agitated
Like angry buzzing bees

Yet the hall remains silent
Claps from a pair of hands
Fill the empty stage
The silent music fades

A man longs to croon
Not a sound escapes his lips
In vain he tries pitifully
But his shouts remain mute

But the symphony increase in pace
His heart beat conducts
The still air stirs a little
While dust gather on the keys

Passersby walk deaf
But music fills the hall
Strings resound the walls
And the music goes on

You Broke Me Best


You broke me best by leaving me
Alone without ear for a sorry plea
Nothing much for me is left
From love that for years I've kept

In shattered pieces you have sent
My heart hurtling down and rent
Apart from where it once before
Stood close to your beating core

I feared I'd die the day you left
My soul wither away in bereft
But then I learned you set me free
When alone I came to who I am to me

In pain I learned, by pain I grew
And much of it I never knew
My strength comes in times of fail
And light in darkness will prevail

Just Remember

Broken to know brokenness
Hurtled down to reach the depths
Where light is not seen
Remember only its glimmer
And from there reach out for it
Until it becomes mine once more

Shadows cover my eyes
And I see no more than pain
But stings will fade away too
And I know I am strong
No more tears in this valley
But remembrance of the sun

Darkness may engulf my sight
And everything is night
It no longer matters
For in this dark brokenness
I continue on and on
With the sun in my thoughts

It's all about the Fear

It's funny how I find myself. My ancestors were from Mactan Island and I would believe they were all proficient swimmers. My paternal and maternal lineage came from adjacent fishing barrios on the island. All my relatives know how to swim and all my cousins, as far as I can remember, know how. I grew up afraid of deep water and everyone knows I can't swim.

That was a few months ago. Not until some fellow brothers Juvelan, JP, and Nino taught me to conquer that fear of depth. It is interesting to note that even before we were born we were already swimming. Nine months in our mother's wombs equate to nine months of swimming in the sac. Scientists were able to demonstrate that newly born babies can swim on their own power!

I guess the fear of water depths built up inside me. I made 7 laps of breast stroke in our pool this afternoon and I'm getting comfortable with it. My own fears eclipsed the joy of gliding through the silky and blue water but when I have overcome that I'm Flipper made man. Fear all too often drowns us. We were made to swim through life and by instinct we know how. It's just that we allow our own fears to overpower us dragging us to the bottom of the tank and choking on the waves of life. I bet friends and love ones can also teach us how to overcome these fears and teach us how to swim past the tides of life like the generations before us.

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

We Are Not Americans

The recent furor on the "provocative" exhibit hosted by the Cultural Center of the Philippines (CCP) brought to attention the fact, although in a negative way, that we are not Americans. The exhibit is from Mideo Cruz who expressed his messages by juxtaposing religious images with phallic symbols. I was personally offended by those works of art. Together with the other Filipino Catholics who felt the same, we see how much we differ culturally from the West.

The issue became a war between two good things: freedom of expression and social value ranking. As Fr. Dixie aptly placed it in his good night talk, "the West values more personal freedom and expression even at the cost of society, but we are Asians. Filipinos value more the group than the individual." He couldn't be more right. We see here how Western values brought by globalization collide with Cultural values and we know such collision is explosive.

It would also be improper if someone would comment that the reaction stems from a narrow view of conservative Catholics. To say that "we are not yet open minded" about these things is to be ignorant of Filipino culture and value system. The average Filipino simply has a different set of values than the average westerner. Does the statement imply that we are going to the path of being open-minded, whatever that is? Does this imply that the Filipino will in the future adopt foreign values at the sacrifice of his own?

Let me expose some of the collisions:

  1. Values. Filipinos put more value on religion than personal freedom of expression. This stems from the Asian heritage of group over the individual. A Filipino is more sensitive on how his speech would affect others than his freedom to say anything he wants.
  2. Law. The value ranking in the previous item is reflected in the country's legislation. The 1987 Constitution protects personal freedom of expression: “no law shall be passed abridging the freedom of speech, of expression, or of the press, or the right of the people peaceably to assemble and petition the government for redress of grievances." (see Article 3 Sec 4). The Revised Penal Code however puts qualifiers for this: “those who shall publicly expound or proclaim doctrines openly contrary to public morals... those who, in theaters, fairs, cinematographs or any other place, exhibit, indecent or immoral plays, scenes, acts or shows, whether live or in film, which are prescribed by virtue hereof, shall include those which… offend any race or religion; …are contrary to law, public order, morals, and good customs, established policies, lawful orders, decrees and edicts." (see Article 201). Why?
  3. Ethics. There is no such thing as absolute freedom of expression. No freedom is absolute, not in any law, not in any government. It is summed up by the often quoted saying by Justice Oliver Wendell, "The right to swing my fist ends where the other man's nose begins." But we cannot judge immediately from this. We must also note that it is also a question if Mideo Cruz has the intent to offend religion.
I believe one bishop was correct to say that the artist should have also have been extra sensitive to his audience with regards to the nature of his works. This issue is could not be restricted to offense against Catholic religious sensitivity. We can point out that any free man is expected to respect others and in particular the religious sensitivities of any group.

So, I am happy to say that we are not Americans. I am happy that we are still conscious of the values we hold as a people. And this event is an invitation for us to nourish that Cultural identity and protect it against the dangers of globalization (not globalization as a whole!).

Friday, August 5, 2011

Sometimes God's Best Gifts Are Disguised as Disappointments

"Sometimes God's Best Gifts Are Disguised as Disappointments"

This is what the novice master of both Philippine Salesian provinces FIN and FIS, Fr. Roneldo Vilbar, SDB, left us before going. As his previous visits, he always brings with him an air of calm and serenity, typically Roneldiffic, as we used to describe it.

Those very words touched me a lot because they proved so much true in my life. For there have been days when, even with all the beauty and glory surrounding me, my eyes were cloaked in a veil of sadness and gloom, and I cannot see very much than the misery that I find myself in. Yet passing through that dark cloud had proved itself a blessing. I have become stronger.

I was disappointed with a person who I thought was different and that person tortured me internally. He would speak of peace but cannot act with peace. He would speak of reconciliation but he builds walls. He speaks of God's transforming power but the very essence of his actions were shy of the love and welcome that the true Spirit brings. Thank God I met that person, for by that person I have learned to withstand pain.

Sometimes I ask myself if I have really forgiven that person. I honestly did on my part. However forgiveness requires contrition on the other party. That person has none. This brings me a big moral dilemma. Even in the confusion of choices, I have to admit, it is helping me to practice and live the Christian ideals - true love (and with that I mean love guided by truth, that is, it is not blind).

I know that for my Religious life, more of these challenges would come my way. This deep disappointment is but the tip of an iceberg. There would be more to come. However, I have with me a Friend I could always depend on. Incidentally, the FMA sisters who celebrate their jubilee today encourage me to be strong and move forward. Religious Life is not a matter of years, it is about commitment.

Even in our darkest hours, a sliver of Light pierces through and we know that we are loved by Him.

The Information Age Contradiction

My mental gears was just aroused by a post from Fr. Chito Dimaranan, SDB in Facebook. There is this recent hype about Christopher Lao and his blunder on national TV and it generated mixed reactions, most are hateful. Informed media consumers would argue against media (specifically, news) responsibility.

It is a fact that most of what we found in mass media is not free. Most of it is laced with advertising, each priced according to its broadcast and time-length. Think about it, even information may not be free anymore. You might have free TV but you'll have to subject yourself to a series of 60 second advertisements in order to get your fill. So it is with news. Newspapers admit that the 3/4 of the paper is advertisements for them to float.

This raises a lot of concerns. With all the tie-ups with companies and advertisers, is there still such a thing as unbiased, objective, and true information? Who is in charge of all these flow of information? Is it really a harmonic chaos of information that we are but helpless consumers who drown in the oceans of information?

Information Age is supposed to bring more freedom to man. Information should not enslave man.

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

The Salesian: Being and Doing

Our class in Salesianity brought us back to the letter of Don Bosco in  May 10, 1884. This is fondly called in Salesian Tradition as the "Letter from Rome" which holds the sweetest and most fatherly sentiments of Don Bosco for his sons. In fact, the letter is so important to the congregation it is appended to our Constitutions and Regulations from which every Salesian can glean the very thing that makes one a Salesian.

In Philosophy, we often speak of the nature and operations of a thing. All the operations of the thing flow from its very nature and operation is itself the uttermost perfection of the thing. Anything you encounter in life can be considered in its nature and its operation.

So goes the Salesian. We can speak of the Salesian in his nature and his operations. What a Salesian really is, is described by Don Bosco in this letter to his sons. The letter begins with Don Bosco's expression of longing and endearment for his boys and proceeds to narrate to us a "vision" in which two of his former boys appear to him to lament the change of atmosphere in the oratory.

It is interesting to note that what they lamented and warned to Don Bosco is very much applicable to the current state of our Salesian houses. It is summarized in one question: Where are the Salesians? The spirit which pervaded the Oratory of St. Francis de Sales in its beginnings and what Don Bosco wanted to be perpetuated there is a culture of familiarity between boys and the Salesians. Yes, Don Bosco wanted that his houses would be filled with boisterous laughter from his boys with their Salesian assistants.

Here, Valfre along with Joseph Buzzetti, showed Don Bosco the stark difference between the early oratory and the 1884 oratory. For the early beginnings, Don Bosco described,
"It was a scene full of life, full of movement, full of fun. Some were running, some were jumping, some were skipping. In one place they were playing leap-frog, in another tig, and in another a ball-game was in progress. In one corner a group of youngsters were gathered round a priest, hanging on his every word as he told them a story. In another a cleric was playing with a number of lads at "chase the donkey" and "trades". There was singing and laughing on all sides, there were priests and clerics everywhere and the boys were yelling and shouting all round them. You could see that the greatest cordiality and confidence reigned between youngsters and superiors. I was overjoyed at the sight..."
Then, some sentences later, Don Bosco would dictate with a heavy sigh,
 "I saw the Oratory and all of you in recreation. But no more could I hear the joyful shouts and singing, no longer was there the lively activity of the previous scene. In the faces and actions of many boys there was evident a weary boredom, a surliness, a suspicion that pained me. I saw many, it is true, who ran about and played in light-hearted joy. But I saw quite a number of others on their own, leaning against the pillars, a prey to depressing thoughts. Others were on the steps or in the corridors, or up on the terraces near the garden so as to be away from the common recreation. Others were strolling about in groups, talking to each other in low tones and casting furtive and suspicious glances in every direction. Sometimes they would laugh, but with looks and smirks that would make you not only suspect but feel quite certain that St Aloysius would have blushed to find himself in their company. Even among those who were playing, there was some so listless that it was clear they were not enjoying their games."
Don Bosco, now in his 69th year just less than four years before his death, would dictate for his sons at the oratory a moving letter that contained powerful emotions, and indeed the secretary later noted that Don Bosco stopped dictating as he was moved to tears, no other Salesian literature has ever surpassed. This is his testament to the Salesians from which he speaks from the depths of his heart.

Woe to us if we find that the very houses we live in as Salesians could be described like the second vision related by Don Bosco! It would be a scene where we can truly say that we as Salesians have failed; we as Salesians have failed our father, Don Bosco.

The deciding difference, according to Joseph Buzzetti, between the two scenes is not so much on the pastoral charity with which the Salesians pride themselves with in their apostolate. Salesians are known to possess an admirable zeal with which they tire themselves to death. Everyone knows that Salesians work themselves out for their mission among the young but then Joseph Buzzetti points out:
"... it is not enough; the best thing is missing... that the youngsters should not only be loved, but that they themselves should know that they are loved."
We read these very lines from t-shirts our Salesian educators wear, from the sayings found in stationaries and calendars, from the walls that line our schools and workshops. Here, two of Don Bosco's boys remind him of the most important thing with a Salesian: PRESENCE.
"By being loved in the things they like, through taking part in their youthful interests, they are led to see love in the those things too which they find less attractive, such as discipline, study, and self-denial, and so learn to do these things too with love."
From here on Don Bosco becomes prophetic:
"I looked, and I saw that very few priests and clerics mixed with the boys, and fewer still were joining in their games. The superiors were no longer the heart and soul of the recreation. Most of them were walking up and down, chatting among themselves without taking any notice of what the pupils were doing. Others looked on at the recreation but paid little heed to the boys. Others supervised from afar, not noticing whether anyone was doing something wrong. Some did take notice but only rarely, and then in a threatening manner. Here and there a Salesian did try to mix with a group of boys, but I saw that the latter were bent on keeping their distance from teachers and superiors."
Are we the Salesians that Don Bosco just described? Has our Salesian Presence really faded in the course of the 150 years of history? Have we forgotten the best patrimony Don Bosco left us as Salesians?

Today, some Salesians, and sadly I would comment, say that their work brought about by their position and function prevents them from being present with the young during times of recreation. There is an infinite list of things to do, some paperwork to be finished, some business to be attended to. But our guides have this to say to us:
"... by neglecting the lesser part they waste the greater, meaning all the work they put in."
No, our doing follows our being. Salesians are called to be present to the young, in both sense of the word. While they have made out of their youthful lives a gift to the young, their presence makes this self-giving evident. As one Salesian wittily puts it, "Salesian assistance is T-I-M-E."


If I were to describe our ministry, it is an Apostolate of Loving Presence: signs and bearers of God's love for young people. It is in the heart of our being Salesians that we waste time with our boys. It is in wasting time with them that we invest by planting those seeds of confidence and familiarity with which our tradition has been proud of.

Can we not share the story of an overseas father who finds himself alienated from his children back home? He has worked the nights off in a distant country to provide for their needs, who out of circumstances was pushed to trade presence for sustenance. Do our boys need absent Salesians?

We, Salesians, want to follow our greatest hero, our father and founder St. John Bosco. But to follow him is to be like him. We need to integrate into our own gifts of nature that Spirit enshrined in our Constitutions and Tradition. We need to put Don Bosco back into our being. And from there, our work will naturally flow as the perfection of our religious profession: Salesian Presence.

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Why you would read or not read this post in Facebook

It's a curious title. This post from my blog would be fed to Facebook via RSS. It would appear next to the gazillion other things in my network's news feed as some note posted by me. The interesting thing is how people would react to it.

People will not read this post because it's just some plain boring text note. To them, I might be some babbling non-sense posting one of those lists without much relevant content, a sore to the wonderful waterfall of information from Facebook. Most people are more attracted to visuals than text. People are more likely to click on some picture or video on the web than read some scholarly article or some opinion in the net. This has psychological basis, you see. One glance at a picture would send more information and excite more emotion in a viewer than some five paragraph essay like this.

People will read this post either because they are my friends, and I hope there are many of them, or because of the way I phrased my title. The title is quite intriguing. It excites the mind by stimulating it to ask why. Curiosity took the better part and you are now reading this article.

Think about it. Media is actually exploiting the power of psychology. Think more. Media is everywhere. That is why the average person of today is quite bombarded and saturated with information which most of the time is shrugged off by the consciousness. But all these information passes through our subconsciousness. Whether you like it or not, a passing glimpse may remain forever etched at some remote memory in your mind. The eyes are the windows of the soul. We might start wondering how much media has changed us internally. It has already been proven that media and information has radically shaped culture and society for the past decades.

It's time perhaps to educate people about media deconstruction. We must learn to break apart the different layers of message that media feeds us everyday. We can't be passive information consumers forever, we are far more intelligent. While media has been used to build society it has been responsible in the corruption of our Filipino values. In a world of globalization, we can't just take in everything the media feeds us. The more consciousness we put into receiving information, the more we get to be critical, the better we utilize information we receive. Empower yourself. Think.

Sunday, July 24, 2011

To Parents Who Make Us Human

I must admit I am writing this piece to meet a promise I gave to one Salesian who admitted he was reading my write-ups. Let's hide him in the name Fr. Ron Urbano, SDB. Thanks, padz!

They say behind every man's success is a woman but I say behind every person's success are a man and a woman. Fathers and mothers could not take less merit for the effort they have put forward in raising us their children. Admittedly, they have their own shortcomings but it is nothing compared to the dedication with which they combine instinct and freedom in securing their children's future.

We went to pay our last respects to a confrere's mother. The confrere shared how his parents move from house to house, building one after another, leaving the previous to a son and daughter who has just started a new family. Here is a wonderful example of how parents can waive their rights to bring more comfort to their children.  To them, their own comfort is to find that all their children are comfortable.

I find it sad to hear that in Europe, couples are more keen on adopting a pet than raising children. Is civilization slowly losing its bearings? We are blessed that in the Philippines, the love for the family is very much felt and appreciated. Parents do anything to provide for their children.

I am quite blessed to have wonderful parents who saw me grow through the years. For this, I thank them.

Instinct or social programming? No, I call it the beauty of the human race to pass on to the next generation not only the biological inheritance as with animals but also the treasure of experience, wisdom, and love with which we propagate our kind. And this is done through our beloved parents who were also heirs of humanity.

Flexing those Muscles Again

I must confess, I have not used my techie muscles for a while. It seems I fell into a stagnant state of passivity and indifference as the information world around me evolved and developed. It is known among computer professionals that life must keep apace with the strides of information and technology. If you don't update, you'll get far behind, really really far behind.

A little surprise came my way that jump start my interest again in the field that has caught my passion. Such a surprise is too early to be revealed so I'm keeping close tabs on it. Yet it drove me to dive again into the pool of 1's and 0's and I found out I was born to swim in the sea of information. I was actually discovering ActionScript when I felt my adrenaline rise. I feel so geek.

I realize how much layered technology has become that to understand the whole system, you have to learn bits and pieces of everything. Your web is at the top of the food chain. It feeds on lower technologies and the layers go down until your teeth sink deep into the hard bones of electronics. Not many people realize it but it took years to prepare and hours to conceptualize the simplest of websites.

Saturday, July 16, 2011

Feast of Our Lady of Mt Carmel

Today is the Feast of our Lady of Mt. Carmel. I was surprised when I logged into Facebook, a video from the nuns of Carmel Cebu appeared on top of my News Feed. I was greatly amused by the video seeing the nuns dance their prayer. Who ever expected these nuns would appear on YouTube? I had to shift paradigms. Contemplatives can dance!


The Carmelite order has always amazed me. These are the brides of Christ who continually pray and commune with Him on behalf of the world. It is a treat to see these hidden women express their prayer in dance. These women must love Christ very much.


The rosary I use everyday came from them way back 2010 when our novitiate community met their community. That is why they are very much close to my religious life. When my prayer is dry, I think about the community that gave me my rosary and I am inspired to pray despite the unwillingness to. In a world that is slowly forgetting its God, to kneel before the Divine, the Carmelites are powerful witness to prayer.

Our Lady of Mt. Carmel, pray for us! Happy feast day everyone.


Additional Note:
Today is also the birthday of Bro. Carmelo Napoleon Martinez, SDB, one of the best and great Salesian Brothers we have today. Happy Birthday, Bro. Melo!

Friday, July 15, 2011

She

Roses lie softly
Beautiful just where you are
And I feel content

Then I see your eyes
Of amber burning fiercely
I am mesmerized

You gait of breeze calm
Takes my breath away as you
Slid past by my side

I long to touch you
And hold you in my arms tight
You're my needed warmth

My heart stops beating
Aching in letting you go
Don't fade lest I die

Dream of dreams dissolves
Forgotten in wakefulness
Yet heart remembers

It hopes to see you
Once more before the rose die
And wither away

For you bring me life
Just by being around me
You keep my heart beat

Thursday, July 14, 2011

The Church of Sinners

In a quest to attract more members to their congregations, many church denominations advertise themselves, putting forward the best image they could conjure. But here is a Church who gains and loses at the same time, who seldom speaks for herself, and gets more bad publicity than what she deserves, or is it? After all, she is a Church of sinners.

I am proud and blessed to be Catholic. The thing that awes me in the Church are the many paradoxes that seem to decorate her. Unless one would see them with the eyes of faith, one would never understand. That is why the mystery is only revealed to the simple ones.

Again and again, the Church and her leaders are implicated in scandals. The faithful gets confused on how the moral guardian of society could err in such proportion. They start to ask, is the Church still relevant today when she cannot live up to her ideals? Is the Church relevant today when new and better promising streams of thought have come up the barren land of secular and pagan belief? Is her teaching still relevant when it is so uncomfortable and the alternative is so much better?

People begin to lose faith, and losing faith they lose hope until they fall into the spiral of confusion, then impiety and then apathy to all that is real, right, and true. The real truth of the Church is, she is a Church of sinners. Ever since her birth until this very day, she is a sinner. Her members fall day by day into the very things they speak against. She is tainted and she is weak and she forgets in the way her own members do. No, my Church is not perfect.

That is why is she an object of jeering, from a world that boasts of its own twisted values. She is looked upon as traditional, an old relic of the past that must be rid of in the post modern and accelerated times. People pick upon her for the smudges on her face. She is insulted as beast, ugly and contrary to progress. The people of the world treat her in such a way because they find in her their true faces reflected. They were so convinced of their own projected selves they forgot, and she reminds them in their reflection, of their own ugliness.

However dark the stories that haunt my Church, she remains beautiful. Not so much because of her own doing but because she was chosen. She did not come to existence by her own will nor by some machinations of twelve zealous but unlearned men. No matter how sinful she is, she was garbed in the purest and whitest of bridal garments, adorned as a celestial spouse. For although she was from mud and dirt, Christ picked her up to be His bride.

Yes, we are a Church of sinners. And yes, those we call Saints were sinners too and the rest of her are sinners, from the highest man in the hierarchy to the most unknown member. But here is a Church of sinners who was saved, is saved, and is being saved by a Lover who loved her until his last breath. For her sinfulness is nothing compared to the love He has for her.

By her imperfections she was made perfect. For if she was already perfect she would not have needed her Christ. She would not need Love but she needed it badly as the deepest human wound is hurting for its healing. So the Groom takes His bride from the wallows of her quandary and washes her. He sanctifies her by His own wishes and she is made beautiful. This undeserved privilege is unmatched and is the object of envy of the world who does not wish to be part of this union.

They call us sinners and rightly we are so. But do they see us struggle to rise up once more? Do they see the effort with which we do our best to reach out to the outstretched hand of Christ who wishes us back to our own two feet, to our former dignity? No, they only see us fall and they love to see us fall for it is sweet news to their parched lips. That is why the rejoice in our weakness. But they never know, that in our weakness we are made strong by Him who is our Strength. It is by our God that we are the chosen people, the bride of Christ.

I am a Catholic. I am not perfect but I strive to be perfect through Him who is my Strength.

He Waited

He waits for me and this I know
But I did not give a care
Still he sends me flowers and kisses
And he longs for me to share
A gentle walk under the sun
A soft sleep under the moon
But I was blind to see this all
I was lost and numb too soon

So he wakes me up so gently
From darkness of my slumber
Greeted me with music and song
Crooning 'til I remember
Days when we used to laugh and cry
While everything else is blur
Content to live life together
In a love all time endure

Yes, I hear him singing his love
And he's crying as he sang
For this poor, old soul now amiss
Life's real sweetness and its twang
One deaf to hear his lovely voice
Blind to all nice things he bared
Lost in my darkness he found me
And held me tightly, he cared

The beauty of it all was that
Not much 'bout his gifts of gold
But that he waited long until
He can have me back from cold
For he waits for me and this I know
'til I learned to love his light
Even at night his stars burn bright
'til I would regain my sight

Until She Will

He only wished to find love
She found hers so she thought
He knows more than she'd admit
A love destined to be nought

Life's been cruel to her sight
She whose beauty is delight
To him, wished, touch this star
She who loves to fly afar

How long can he hold his reach
That one soul his heart still seek
To love and be loved one day
If above she chose to stay

But he loves her though she can't
He gambles time by the sill
Till she passes by through his thoughts
He will love until she will

Sunday, June 26, 2011

Sedes Sapientiae

Beloved confreres, fathers and brothers in Don Bosco, good evening. It is my joy and pride to speak to you tonight and deliver this sermonette as the first of the year. It brings me much pressure to make it really good so as to set an example for the others who would follow after me. But honestly, the past days have been quite heavy for me the thought of this sermonette slipped my mind.
As we begin, however, this new academic year, as our first year brothers would now begin their formal Philosophical studies, I have no other thought than to connect our Blessed Mother to Wisdom, Sophia. Being the mother of the Incarnate God, whose womb is the Most Holy Tabernacle of the Word made Flesh, she is the Seat of Wisdom, or sedes sapientiae. Who could bring us closer to Wisdom whom we will study much in Philosophy other than our Blessed Mother, who so lovingly held Wisdom in her arms? The Help of Christians would also become our Help of those who study Philosophy.
Sedes Sapientiae is one of many devotional titles for the Mother of God. The phrase, which was characterized in the 11th and 12th centuries, by Peter Damiani and Guibert de Nogent as likening Mary to the Throne of Solomon, refers to her status as a vessel of the incarnation, carrying the Holy Child. As the phrase associates the Blessed Virgin with glory and with teaching, Madonna-images in this tradition are especially popular in Catholic imagery. In September 2000, at the close of the Jubilee Year, Pope John Paul II commissioned the Slovenian Jesuit artist Marko Ivan Rupnik to create in mosaic an icon of the Virgin sedes sapientiae for the world's Catholic universities; it has since been passed reverently among Catholic institutions in a number of nations.[1]
Basically, Christ, who is the LOGOS, the Word of God, was made flesh in the womb of the Virgin Mary, later sat at the lap of Mary in His childhood. Thus Mary is literally the Seat of Wisdom, where Wisdom sat as a baby, and where He was enshrined in her womb months before. The image of this is beautiful, since like so many icons of the Madonna and Jesus, she hands to us her Son. This is significant for us who study Philosophy for this means that Mary is a foremost help in understanding of Wisdom.
Later as we go through this academic year, we will go through the rigorous discipline of correct thinking. Our professors will train us to achieve that certitude of our knowledge, to a confidence in a real, absolute, One, True, and Good Being. We will come to know that everything that is, flows from this Eternal Being, that the Cosmos shares in His Existence and Essence, and that Man whose First Cause is God, has God as his Last Cause. As we the first years begin to have a dose of the definitions and notions, and as our second year brothers will attempt to master all sixty plus theses, there comes a time when we meet a wall that will blankly ask us, why all these?
We would remember our motto, “Pro vobis studio”, for you I study, are the same words that John Bosco used to express his love for his boys in forming a sound mind to lead him prepare and execute a ministry dedicated to the young, and embody the Preventive System which has Reason as one of its pillar. We will do our best to grasp the Wisdom and Reason of it all so that we will be able to wade through the Skepticism and Relativism of our times. Like Mary, we will begin to contemplate Wisdom, Christ himself, that we will be able to propose Him and His Church to the young, as the One, True, and Good Way to Happiness.
So, when we feel drowsiness creeping up our spine during the late afternoon air, sitting in the Study Hall, eyes set staring blankly on the wall, and trying to chug the gears that slowly turn inside our skulls, we call on Mary who lovingly thought of her Son. She who knew Him most will lead us to understand Him better. For from our Constitutions #92, she is a model of prayer and pastoral love, the teacher of wisdom and guide of our Family.[2]
Building on the Socratic image of intellectual midwifery which is ideal of real education, where the teacher helps the students bring out what is already inside them, we call on Mary to be our own intellectual and spiritual midwife. One who coaches us how to bring out the Christ within us. One who will help us understand God in our limited way through the use of our Reason. One who will help us bring out that charity of reason and religion that Don Bosco wanted to give his boys. One who is motherly teacher, handing out to us her Son to be our reason and meaning, the Wisdom of Religious Life.
In the Salesian Directory, we have 208 FIN Confreres listed, and 97 FIS Confreres. 9 of them are named after our Blessed Mother.[3] And I believe, all of them, as they have gone through their own intellectual studies, have made Mary their Help and Guide. As we continue on the formative year 2011 to 2012, we put faith into our studies, and make it a philosophical journey where we will meet Christ, the Wisdom Incarnate, and integrate in our being that complementariness of Faith with Reason, with the guidance of our Blessed Mother, the sedes sapientiae, the Seat of Wisdom, the Help of Christians, and the Help of those who study Philosophy.
Mary Help of Christians, pray for us.


[1] http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seat_of_Wisdom
[2] SDB Constitutions #92
[3] Br. Jose Maria Castillo, Br. Jose Maria Ferrer, Fr. Jose Marie Legaspi, Fr. Roberto MAC Roxas, Br. Jose Maria Aberasturi, Fr. Mario Baclig, Fr. Jerome Mario Dublois, Fr. Fidel Maria Orendain, Br. Mario Pardillo, 

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This sermonette was given on June 24, 2011 during the monthly commemoration of Mary Help of Christians before the Post Novitiate Community

From Ashes Soar

I look back to see a receding gray
And forward on to a golden day
Cast across the verdant green
And emerald sea unseen

Roses bloom to kiss the sky
Sunflowers then nod by and by
To hail the golden reign of sun
His majesty's royal rise and run

Red feathers drop then carelessly
In gust of wind to leaves of tree
Takes flight that bird of hope and light
Rebirth of passion, delight to sight

Sway more again the blades of grass
Arise once more new life en masse
To face the opening and opportunity
To grow and grow so tirelessly

Soar high it goes to endless heights
To tongues of fiery might and bright
Be crowned with sun's pure golden beam
Courage, hope, and joy redeem

Friday, June 24, 2011

Raindrops

Even with the cold, damp, and stormy weather this morning and the welcome news that there would be no classes for this day, I was quite feeling spiritually low and dry. Stress saps the spirit out of you. As my usual antidote for such aridity, I paused my life and think, as I do so oftentimes before when prayer is dry and the body is gasping for relaxation, about good things in life. I tried listening to some music when Bro. Nino shared a YouTube video with me about Mari and Her Three Pups.


A Moving Story


It was wonderful to feel again those beautiful emotions of loyalty and love. In an atmosphere of gray disillusionment with the chaos of the world, the childlike innocence and sincerity breaks through the dark overcast clouds to warm the heart once more. Yes, there is more to life than the desolation we experience once in a while and it is good to hope in them.

I found what I call 'raindrops' for an arid soul, videos from YouTube which might help us reflect and feel once more how good it is to be human and the wonders of the gift that is Life. There are a host of Inspirational Videos in YouTube.


Small Pleasures (Μικρές Χαρές) 2008

by: Constantin Pilavios


What is that? (Τι είναι αυτό;) 2007

by: Constantin Pilavios


KISS - Because I'm a Girl


Most (The Bridge)

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Taste for the Controversial

I don't know if its significant and people are doing it intentionally but according to the web stats I get in my blog, one of my post popular posts is the one entitled "The Salesian Secret". Could it be that people are googling secrets in the internet, trying to find the controversial, darker side of things or am I plain paranoid?

Either way, we all know how much we like the taste of controversy. It is more palatable than good news on today's paper's front page so no wonder media is also fond of serving us all the heavy and burdening bad news in print, TV, radio, and web. The endless humming of gossip continues to ring in the atmosphere, and that's what I call gossip pollution.

I suggest we would rather build a culture of positive criticism and appreciate more the good things in life. Can't the media at least set aside a page for good news for everyone to relish and believe that world is still worth living in? There are so many beautiful things that happen everyday we simply miss them out of pre-occupation with the mounting worries of tomorrow. Have we seen how beautiful sunrise was this morning, or the newly bloomed flower by the roadside, or the smile of a child, or the puffs clouds dotting the bright blue sky? God is never wanting in generosity and goodness.

Just to share an anecdote from our Philosophy class, it is said:

When you ask 'when', it is History.
When you ask 'how', it is Science.
When you ask 'who', that's Showbiz.
But when you ask 'why', that's Wisdom.

Let us start asking the right and better questions.

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Little Things Sometimes Mean Big

I was busily cleaning out my study desk when a paper fell out from my notebook. It was a little drawing someone gave me as a token of appreciation for what I did for him. I had long planned to paste it to my journal and thanks to that miraculous find I was finally able to do it this time.

Little things sometimes mean big for us. Little notes and little acts of kindness are enough to change a world view, to shift a paradigm, to brighten a world. So many people complain that the world is violent. Perhaps it is time once again we millions could inject it with little good things to make it better.

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Little by Little (with a Mop)

I am feeling sleepy and tired this morning as I dragged myself to the dorm to do my chores. The mop seemed a ton heavier than usual. The will to clean is as dry as the late-summer June air enveloping me. This is one of those days when you feel the "drag". Cleaning the whole floor area seemed like an impossible task. It would take forever.

I racked up my brains to find some inspiration to fight the dull air. I remembered that in moments where facing a great challenge seems impossible, in this case mopping the dorm floor, it takes little by little to finish the job. Heavy as it seems, I took the mop by the handle and painstakingly mopped the floor. It took forever it seems but as I went on and on, I saw how much progress I have made.

Sweat fell like torrent in the humid dorm room. Back and forth, back and forth, I went on and on and on. I began slow but as looked at how much I have done already I picked up the pace and five minutes before the bell rang, I finally did the impossible. Whew! It was a tough job to begin with, a challenge to keep on, and self-fulfilling to accomplish.

Life is just like that. There are things that seems impossible to start but we have to start doing it anyway. After all, a journey of a thousand miles begin with a simple step. Experiencing the "drag" may discourage us but keeping the will to go on will begin a positive cycle that will build on the previous step how little it might be. Sooner we will be shocked to find ourselves flying through life in swift and bounding leaps.

Maybe when we feel a little discouraged, we should pick up a mop and start cleaning.

Sunday, May 29, 2011

It is the Lord who Calls

I was just talking with the KOA of Majada under the Acacia Tree fronting the chapel while waiting for the tricycle ride back to the Post Novitiate when a van stopped and opened its window. A lay minister was inside inviting to give me a ride back to the very door step of Don Bosco. I was quite happy to oblige since it would save me the hassle and around P20.00 of fare.

We had a good chat with the lay minister as he was driving. He was sharing to me his experiences of serving the parish for some two years already. He had a colorful life. He wasn't very keen in participating more in Church at first, in fact he was evasive to invitations. Not until he had a turn in his life that he opted to serve as a lay minister and bringing God to the people.

It is really the Lord who calls, not us who choose to be called. He calls whoever he wills. Among the Salesians, there are engineers, dentists, and accountants who suddenly dropped their tools of trade to answer the voice from within. It's a mysterious and personal encounter that makes a 180 degree turn. Vocation is a personal, unmerited, and unique gift of God to a person. It comes from the Latin word, vocare, which means 'to call'. This call, surprisingly takes on many forms and many paths. We only need to listen well.

All of us are called by the Lord. I pray that when we hear the call we would answer it with faith and trust.

Thursday, May 26, 2011

The Good Communicator

The Solemnity of Mary Help of Christians brought me many blessings. A very good confrere and friend, one that can really inspire you and worthy of emulation and imitation, Bro. Donnie Duchin Duya, SDB, gave me a book regarding Salesian Social Communications. As I read through its first pages, I felt a rush of inferiority. With my current standing now, am I worthy to become a Salesian communicator? What is really the essence of communication?

I remember my high school studies in Oral Communication where our great teacher, Ms. Regiene Sarana nee Ynclino, first introduced us to the model of communications: sender-message-medium-receiver-feedback. The model is enough for basic presentation. However, we have come to know that even the sender is a message himself. The advertising industry tells us that delivering the message is all about impact and imprint.

The Christian viewpoint of Communication involves a deeper level of understanding. We model ourselves after Christ, the perfect communicator. Jesus is the Message and His whole life became a message to us. From womb to tomb, He perfectly delivered the Father's message to us. He is the Perfect Communicator. For us to become a good communicator, there must be a seamless integration and identification of message and life, of the exterior and interior life.

This is crucial for us Salesians who want to make a difference in the Social Communications field. As we strive to evangelize the media and make ourselves present to the young even in the internet and the web, we must become the message ourselves - the message of Christ.

So, who is the good communicator? Certainly, it isn't limited to public speaking and media production skills. A person who can speak well in front of people or do a full-length video documentary all by himself fails at communications when he can't deliver the message. Nor is communication limited to delivering the message faithfully and clearly. I believe the good communicator is able to send the message across and transform the receiver to become the message to other people. Communication must have a transforming and transcending power.

This reminds me of stories of how people can inspire others without saying a word. Even a person's presence is enough to touch the hearts of men. Here lies the challenge. A person must embody his own message to such a degree that even his own presence broadcasts it powerfully breaking through the walls of interpersonal distance. Let it be that a young boy look at a Salesian and see Christ and Don Bosco in him.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

End of the World?

I was quite stunned when I heard some of my KOA from Majada Out Chapel who came by last Saturday that they would not live until Sunday. It was reported that someone declared that the world would end the following day. I shrugged it off as nonsense but a teeny weeny part of my brain was wondering who this "prophet" might be this time.

How many times have we heard of prophecies pinpointing the day when all would be over? I have lived twenty five years and have heard more than ten of these prophecies, all of which never came true. Count the number of predictions outside of my lifetime and you can see how much the world is paranoid of its end. It is funnier still when you count how many people fall for the same prophecies.

People need to calm down. Only those who are not prepared to meet their death anytime are on the tiptoes for some apocalyptic news. If we are truly living our lives then we would not fear the end. Nor should we believe such predictions. As Christians, we have been forewarned by no less than Christ Himself who said that not even He knows when He would come back. Only the Father knows and no one else. It would be logical to say that those who claim to know the time claims they know more than the Father.

So that's it. If the end is so frightful, why don't we prepare for it everyday?

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

A Life Worth Living

It was a private affair for the community. The doors were closed and eight people prayed in the air-conditioned chapel at night. Gone are the festive decorations and letterings. Gone are the majestic voices of the choir. Gone are the invitations and all the other massive and grand preparations of the first profession. This time, it is a simple and intimate profession. Last May 4, 2011, we renewed our profession.

Fr. Charles received our profession in behalf of the Salesian Society and the Church. Fr. Dixie and Fr. Joe were sitting and quietly smiling over us as we once again took our candles, light them up at the Paschal candle, and kneel before the altar we are used to celebrating mass every day.

I once again moved my left hand over the bible and my right holding the lighted candle. There were no camera flashes. The number of priests were much less than before. As I glaze my eyes over the text of religious profession, that 24th article of the constitutions which silently binds me to Christ and His Church, I realize it is the same profession even without the pomp and the romp.

There isn't that much excitement anymore. It is the second time already or perhaps I have become used to this life? But no, it is not the excitement or the time that counts but rather the intent of doing it again, and even more again and again and again in the future.

In a world where happiness is the measure of success I may sound foolish because the life I am living is certainly not the everyday-blissful type. At times it becomes dragging, boring, and even painstakingly burdensome as it becomes light, beautiful, and fluffy in some days. Am I really ready to live this life and soon take the vows for ever? Is it a life worth living? Yes, I have convinced myself a long time ago. It is not about happiness, success, fame, power, standing, or whatever that seemingly add to who I am. It is certainly about finding meaning. It is about finding meaning in who I am, what I am, and what I am for. And I can say with a firm resolve that I can live this life even for ever.

Chastity. Poverty. Obedience. I bind them once more to me. I bind them closely to my heart. I bind them closely to my spirit. For another year I will do my best to live them as Christ did. I know I can fail but it won't stop me from trying. The faithfulness of a Salesian, or of any religious, does not depend on his faith alone, but ever more in the faithfulness of Christ who would continue to love us and call us to Himself despite ourselves.

Blessed be God forever.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

These Formation Years

It has been a long time since we played Volleyball against other teams. This afternoon was a one-of-a-kind game against the aspirants. I was laughing most of the time. First, because it was really fun playing with them, and second, we were winning. Some aspirants at the other side of the net are natural stand up comedians I had the best laugh since Lent.

These are the moments that really stick into my head. Having been an seminarian or aspirant and living in the seminary has filled my life with many beautiful memories. I can say that I really grew up in the seminary. Contrary to the notion that it is some restricting place of rigid order and strict discipline, the seminary is where we really grow to become the person God wants to send in the mission field.

Most of who I am now has been honed and cultured in the seminary. It was in my aspirantate years that I was able to conquer my own fear of facing the public, of public performance, and of making mistakes before a crowd. I learned to use the guitar and saxophone and rekindled my piano skills in the seminary. I made a lot of friends and brothers in the seminary, most of whom have chosen to leave but is still in close contact with me. I got to know the ball in the seminary when I learned Basketball, Football, and Volleyball. There would be a long list if I were to continue in this manner.

Now I understand why Salesians take time to visit formation houses. Instead of shooing them away with the supposed memories of discipline and rules, the familiar buildings and playground remind them of the years where God has made them into the man they are now. The formation houses remind them of the graces God has poured upon the tender seedling of a vocation nourishing it to become the great cedar trees that becomes part of the building of Christ's body, the Church.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

We Are An Easter People

If you think Christians are rigid people, you are wrong.
If you think Catholics are masochists, you are wrong.
If you think working for holiness is a sad, and lonely path, you are wrong.

We are an easter people. We believe in the Risen Christ. The Christ that who suffered and died on a Friday, kept in a tomb on a Saturday, arose from the tomb on Easter Sunday.

We are a happy people. We are happy because our hopes arose with Jesus as he exited the tomb. His Resurrection assures our own resurrection. Just as the resurrection filled the early Christians with joy, so it still continues to fill us with joy. The message of Christ does not end with the cross. It leads to Easter. For whatever sufferings we endure now is nothing compared to the promises made to us by God.

We are a hopeful people. We no longer fear anything except to lose God. We are full of hope because we know that Christ truly risen is truly God. Christ being truly man enables us to "go into" the Godhead. We are no longer just a part of creation. We have become sons and daughters of God. Jesus promised to be with us till the end of time and he never lies, so what have we to fear? We have by our side an all-powerful God and an all-empathizing Brother.

I personally think we should not limit ourselves to our Good Friday's but take another step to fully appreciate the Easter in our lives. Life may be full of sufferings and pain, but just as the sun continues to set and rise again, we are reminded that this pilgrim journey is not the final journey. The rising sun and the risen Son reminds us of our Easter dignity!

Friday, April 22, 2011

All Things To All Men


The subdued atmosphere of the post novitiate made me think a lot.  Gazing at the cross, my thoughts ran to that lacerated body who willingly sacrificed himself in our place. It must have hurt a lot and much more. The pain of longing for an absent beloved excruciates. For Christ, it was the Father. He may have experienced the pain of losing the Father... because sin drove God away. "And He Himself bore our sins in His body on the cross, so that we might die to sin and live to righteousness; for by His wounds you were healed." (1 Peter 2:24).

We Catholics are called to be all things to all men. Just as our Master has given everything of Himself, to the last drop of blood, to the last ounce of breath, we are called to share who we are to everyone. It is this losing of our selves that we are distinguished from the world. The post modern man thinks only of the "I", so he cannot understand us when we choose to do the seemingly foolish things of penance and prayer, of abstinence and self-control, of discipline and asceticism. When we have truly detached ourselves can we be emptied just as Christ was emptied on the cross. Only then can God have the chance to pour out Himself in us, to fill us, to overflowing and we are much more than what we thought we are.

We Religious are called to live this radically. We leave everything: our ordinary lives, our dear families, our raucous friends to follow Christ in obedience, chastity, and poverty. And people cannot help but ask us why throw away so many good opportunities, why live a very structured life, why bind ourselves with vows and rules and constitutions. We have to show them why. It is because of that Man who chose to live it radically that we let go of everything that we might mirror Him in us.

We Salesians are called to live this specifically. "For you I study, for you I work, for I live, for you I am ready even to give my life," Don Bosco promised his boys. And so we ought to live it that way. Nothing must be spared if it concerns the good and salvation of a boy. We become teachers, drivers, carpenters, janitors, instructors, cooks, gardeners, musicians, nannies, writers, engineers, administrators, coaches, and just about anything for this noble mission. We are a little bit of everything. Most of all we are called to be fathers, brothers, and friends. For us, da mihi animas, cetera tolle.

Jesus was all things to all men, from the crib to the cross... from life unto death.

Monday, April 18, 2011

You Do Not Always Have Me

Today's Gospel was quite striking to me. Jesus tells Judas when he remarked on the expensive perfume used by Mary, sister of Lazarus, to anoint Jesus, "Leave her alone. Let her keep this for the day of my burial. You always have the poor with you, but you do not always have me." (John 12:7).

When Jesus said "you do not always have me", it spoke of how much limited time Jesus, as man, has. The statement can be interpreted as a stress on the primacy of the love of God over the love of neighbor. However, I'd like to dwell on how it could be seen in another way, that Jesus being man and knowing his time is near, reminds his disciples to cherish each moment he is with them. The time is coming when he won't be physically present to them moving about ordinarily.

It reminded me of the wisdom that we won't have each other for very long. People come and go. No matter how joyful and blissful the moment is, it will have to pass into the past and into the pages of history. What happens today with our beloved ones could only be preserved in memory and sooner or later will have to fade into oblivion just as the rising of the sun erases the shadows of the past day.

We must appreciate, treasure, and enjoy each moment given to us to share and encounter personally our families, friends, and loved ones. May we always make them feel they matter to us. May we always share how much we care for them. It is only in the now that we can hold them, hug them, or kiss them, lest time will snatch them away from our hands.

But we are not to fall into despair. Our Christian hope tells us that only in heaven can we enjoy the full communion that is to be ours with God and with every human. Only in heaven can there be a great family reunion, high school reunion, and batch reunion in perfect attendance. While we are in this journey of life, let us reflect that heavenly intimacy as we prepare for the life in the next.