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.

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!).

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.