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.