Saturday, March 30, 2013

Being Prudent With The Sacrament of Reconciliation



THE DISTANT PAST

First of all, let me emphasize that I do believe in going to confession.  As a matter of fact, despite being a layman who is much more thoroughly involved in his professional life than he is with any form of church-based activities, I have had two confessors.  Namely:

*   Fr. Sylvain Rabiller, MEP (a Father of the “Missions Étrangères de Paris” or Foreign Missions of Paris), who was my confessor in Hong Kong.  He was sent by his religious order to Hong Kong as some sort of “advanced party.”  Among others, his mission was  to study the Asian culture and to relay his findings back to his order, to better prepare other MEP fathers who will later on also serve in Asia.

*   Fr. Francis Hubilla, OSB, a Benedictine Father.  He is a clinical psychologist (i.e., a PhD candidate in clinical/counselling psychology, lacking only the dissertation), and former Dean of the College of Arts and Sciences of San Beda College in Manila. 

Indeed, whenever I saw them to ‘say confession,’ it was always face to face, no holds barred, and the sessions usually lasted for at least an hour.  I have also had a few other competent confessors whom I selected and sought out, but so far Fathers Rabiller and Hubilla have been the most significant.

I am all for saying confession.  The problem is, many priests are not qualified to hear confession.

Many, many years ago, I visited a church in Makati.  (I probably even attended Holy Mass, but I do not recall for sure.)  After spending some time in prayer, I entered one of the confessionals at the back of the church in order to say confession, not expecting that I would have one of the most traumatic experiences of my life.  For the sake of objective case analysis, I will waive the seal of confidentiality and will disclose here “some” or a “variation” of the contents of the confession.  Basically, I confessed to the priest that I have harboured anger in my heart, that I have been angry towards certain people for quite some time, but I have always been very patient, never acting on my anger, and always holding my temper.  I was hoping that the priest would give me advice on how to subdue my anger and even sublimate the emotional energy, and quite frankly I was even expecting that he would even commend me for not acting on my anger.  After all, what we actually do is more important than what we feel.  Unfortunately however, the priest did not see it that way.  The priest lashed out at me.  “You should not feel angry! It is wrong to feel angry! Blah, blah, blah!”  He ranted away, which was quite ironic, because while he was scolding me, he himself was very angry.

After that, I promised myself that I will never go to confession again unless I was very certain of the competence and intellectual maturity of the priest that I would be saying confession to.  (Years later I would read St. Teresa of Avila's "The Way to Perfection," where she advised that we should indeed be thoroughly careful in selecting confessors, thus affirming my decision.)


RECENT EVENTS

Last December, I decided to once again go to confession as soon as I find the opportunity to do so, or more specifically the right confessor.  Indeed, since then I have specifically included in my prayers a supplication for “a cleansing and edifying confession.”  Pertinently, since I believed that it was just a matter of time and my prayer will be answered, and thus I will be able to say confession once again, I deliberately took time to contemplate on what sins I could confess, and I even wrote them down in an organized manner.  In other words, I have deliberately been praying and preparing for confession since December 2012, or for nearly four months.

Two evenings ago, Maundy Thursday, I took my Mom for our annual Visita Iglesia.  I did not expect to have the opportunity to go to confession, therefore right before leaving the house I did not bother to review my notes on the things I wanted to discuss during confession.

During Visita Iglesia we normally visit seven churches.  When we arrived to the fifth church, I saw that confessions were going on.  Therefore even if I wasn’t prepared for it, I decided to take the opportunity.  I did not know any of the priests hearing confession, I did not know what religious order they came from or whether they were diocesan priests,  and I certainly had no assurance that they were more competent (as confessors) than the priest who lashed out at me in that church in Makati many years ago.  However, since I was very desirous of saying confession before Holy Week was over, I decided to take the risk.  After all, what are the chances of having another botched up confession, two impromptu confessions in a row, after so many years, right?

Again, for the sake of objective case analysis, I will waive the seal of confidentiality and will disclose here “some” or a “variation” of the contents of the confession.  This is how it went:

Francis:  “Bless me Father for I have sinned.  I cannot exactly recall when my last confession was, I think it was three years ago.”  (I did not know how to explain to him that I have in fact had full-time confessors/spiritual directors in the past, and that I have eagerly prepared for this confession since December 2012.  I did not know how to explain these things, so I did not.)

Priest:  So it’s been a while.  Go on.

Francis:  I cannot recall all my sins (because I did not review my thoroughly prepared notes right before I left the house), however I do recall one particular sin (which is actually a central and underlying sin that has evoked the other sins).  I have allowed myself to be often worried.  The nature of my professional work entails so much constant and extreme pressure, that I cannot help but become worried and anxious quite often, not having enough faith that God will pull me through.  As a result, I can get irritable and judgmental, sometimes taking it out on other people.  (Note:  Later in the evening, when I finally got home, I reviewed my notes and realized that I actually did not miss anything of significance.  That is, the foregoing sin of “worry” was basically it.)

Priest:  You know, there is a correlation between the frequency of your visits to confession and the number of sins that you recall.  Blah, blah, blah!  If you go to confession often, you will be able to recall all your sins.  If you don't go to confession often, you won't be able to recall many of them, just like the way with you now.   Blah, blah, blah! 

(I said to myself, “Uh-oh, here we go again.”  He spoke in a rather authoritative and condescending tone, obviously scolding me.  We were in a confessional, thus we could not see each other.  But judging from his voice, I imagine that he was younger than I, he was perhaps in his 30’s, probably even late 20’s.  He was very fluent with English, though.  Quite articulate, I imagined therefore that he was probably very good in school, perhaps even graduating at the top or near the top of his class back in the seminary.  I have known quite a few priests like him, graduating at the top of their class, academically competent.  But when it comes to the practicalities of the real world ... well, no comment.  It is only when they get older, when they reach their 40s, that they finally start to really mature.  Anyway, I was so tempted to argue with this particular priest and give him a piece of my mind.  But I managed to hold my temper and refrain from arguing.  After all, I believe that in the confessional, he as priest is just an instrument, and that the conversation is not between me and him, but actually between me and God.  Therefore out of respect for God, I subdued my temper and held my peace.)

(The priest then continued, and asked me a question that nobody has ever asked me before.)

Priest:  So, have you defrauded anyone?

Francis:  No.

(He then asked another personal question, the kind of question that we never ask people whom we just met, and which I will not anymore specify here.  And then he continued to ask me more questions, one after another.)

Priest:  Have you been practicing (he cited a particular virtue)?

Francis:  Yes.

Priest:  Have you committed (he cited a particular sin)?

Francis:  No.

Priest:  Have you committed (he cited another sin)?

Francis:  No

Priest:  Have you committed (he cited another sin)?

Francis:  No

(My answers came quick and easy, because I was telling the truth.)

(There was brief silence.)

Priest:  All right, I now absolve you, etc., etc.  For your penance, say the Act of Contrition, and then spend some time with the Blessed Sacrament.

Francis:  Okay.  So do you want me to say the Act of Contrition here, now?  How does it go?  (I did not know how to say the Act of Contrition because there are several versions.  Note that the church has a penchant for revising prayers and liturgy every so often.  Even the most basic prayer, the “Ama Namin” (Our Father), which is normally sung at Mass, has so many versions that oftentimes during Mass I am more preoccupied recalling the right words and melody, rather than being able to focus on praying the prayer itself. )

Priest:  (Speaking with a tone of exasperation.)  Okay repeat after me.  “Lord Jesus…”

Francis:  “Lord Jesus”

Priest:  “I’m sorry for having sinned.”

Francis:  “I’m sorry for having sinned.”

Priest:  “I love you.”

Francis:  “I love you.”

(And that was it, it would have been easier and less awkward had he just told me to ask God for forgiveness with any prayer I could spontaneously come up with.  We exchanged a few more words, and then I was out of the confessional.  I couldn’t wait to get out.)

I sat on one of the pews and I prayed.  “Lord, what on earth was that?  I’ve been praying for a cleansing and edifying confession since December, but right now I feel somewhat violated more than anything.”

I was very disappointed.  Nonetheless I tried to shake off the feelings of disappointment and frustration, and simply refocused my attention to the rest of the Visita Iglesia. 


ANALYSES AND CONCLUSION

Regarding the “correlation between the frequency of your visits to confession and the number of sins that you recall,” quite frankly it sounded to me like the priest was more concerned about compliance with rituals and traditions rather than my well-being as a Christian and as a person.  Besides, although there is virtue in being cognizant of one’s own sins and shortcomings, if you frequently recall your sins then there is the very real danger of descending into a mental disorder of debilitating guilt-complex, self-deprecation, self-rejection, and low self-esteem.

Moreover, I think I already “confessed” more than enough.  “Worry,” “anxiety,” and the relevant “lack of faith” were already very substantial and rich topics.  We could have discussed these "sins" at length, and very fruitfully at that, if only he was more mature and competent as a confessor.

Also, if I were in his shoes, I would have started the conversation with, “I’m very glad that you finally came back to confession after all these years.  Welcome back.  I wonder, is there any reason that it took you this long?  Did anything discourage you from frequenting confession?  Would you like to talk about it?”

As regards the successive questions about my possible sins, there are two ways to look at it, two very different ways:

-    One way to look at it is that he was just helping me perform an examination of conscience, he was just helping me recall the sins that I could not readily recall. In other words, he was just being helpful.

-    Another way to look at it is that he assumed more power and authority than he had the right to wield.  Not only was he condescending, he was also controlling.  Come to think of it, he probed and interrogated me at a very personal level, which is why I felt violated.  Quite the opposite of being helpful.

The way I see it, I can still give him the benefit of the doubt.  After all, I do not know him, I am not familiar with his track record as a priest and as a person, and therefore apart from the brief encounter in the confessional I have no basis to form an opinion or theory on whether or not he really meant well, in other words I do not know his character.  Thus, as I said, I can still give him the benefit of the doubt.

However, one thing is for sure, and that is the fact that he can still use more training.  Helping me “perform an examination of conscience” may actually be innocent and in some ways helpful, but there are better ways, and I have already explained a couple of samples.  We all owe it to ourselves, and to the people we serve, to always pursue some form of education (through self-study and/or formal graduate education) in order to continuously learn of better ways of doing our jobs.
 
Truth be told, in my observation, most priests (and even nuns) are in dire need of training in Management and Counselling, among other things.  Indeed, I am seriously considering this concern for my doctoral dissertation.   Come to think of it therefore, it may have been an edifying confession after all.  But in a different and unexpected way. 


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P.S.   

As much as I love the Catholic church, I do not hesitate to call a spade a spade.  However it is not with the objective of criticizing for criticism's sake, but with the objective of helping attain improvements and rectifications.  I will never abandon or hesitate to defend the Catholic church, but I will also not hesitate to help put it into shape -- from within.


Thursday, September 27, 2012

I Think He Is Really Watching

Many years ago, when my maternal Grandmother – whom we lovingly called “Nanay” – was still alive and strong enough to visit her hometown Atimonan (http://www.atimonan.gov.ph/tourism.cfm) every month, my Mom and I (and sometimes my Kuya and his own family, as well as my cousins on my Mother's side) would go home to Atimonan at least once a year so that we can enjoy a few days of rest in the midst of lush greenery and pure clean air.   My grandmother owned a 5 hectare farm, specifically in Barrio Buhangin, where she built a modest but comfortable two-storey and four-bedroom home, where the family could stay.  It was (and still is) a coconut farm, thus we drank as much fresh coconut juice as we wanted.  We also often went swimming, because just three minutes walking distance away was a beach where the water was crystal clear, soothingly warm, and safely shallow during daytime.  The house and the farm are still there to this day, but we haven’t visited the place since Nanay passed away in November 2009.  We have however allowed a handful of relatives to live in the house and to benefit from the farm.

Anyway, whenever we did vacation in Atimonan those many years ago, it was an absolute must for my Mom to attend mass every morning at the Our Lady of Angels Parish church in the poblacion (please see http://www.atimonan.gov.ph/photo.cfm?PageNum_getBlog=20).   I often accompanied her of course, in my capacity as son and personal driver.  :-)

My Mom was born in Atimonan, and she grew up and lived there until she finished high school.  She left Atimonan when she was sent to attend the Manila College of Pharmacy (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Manila_Central_University), and from then on she permanently settled in Manila.   

But one’s formative years will always have the strongest imprint on one’s soul, and since Mom grew up attending Masses at the Our Lady of Angels Parish church, she consequently never fails to visit the said church whenever she is in town.  In fact it is normally our very first stop whenever we first arrive at Atimonan, even before we proceed to our Nanay's home.  The church was built in 1603, and anyone who visits Atimonan can easily tell that this church is the town’s heart and very foundation.

So anyway, I think it was in 1999, during one of our annual vacations, and during one of our visits to that ancient church, that I had this rather "unusual" prayer experience.  I decided to pray to St. Francis of Assisi, there and then in that particular church, because at that time I have started to become more and more devoted to him, beginning to consider him as my personal patron saint.  He is after all my namesake.

So I prayed, and prayed, and then for some reasons I looked up.  Lo and behold, there he was, a statue of St. Francis of Assisi, with his head tilted and his eyes directed precisely towards me.  Direct eye-to-eye contact, no kidding.  It’s a huge cavernous massive stone of a church, and in all the places where I could sit, I ended up sitting exactly where St. Francis’ gaze was transfixed. 

Goosebumps?  Not really, not at all.  Instead there was an instant connection, a mutual understanding, an unexplainable peace, joy, and warmth.  I just smiled a knowing smile, as I looked up at him.  :-)

Earlier I said that it was an "unusual" prayer experience.  Well, actually ... not really.  That is, that sort of experience is not really so unusual for me.  But I prefer to keep most of my (similar) stories to myself, because there is always the danger of being misunderstood and mislabelled.  Some day I will write about all of them, in proper context, in a book that I have already started to work on (that is, apart from the book on Financial Management which I have also started to work on).

So, why did I all of a sudden bring this up?

Yesterday, as I was surfing the net, for some reasons I ended up in a website that introduced me to a novena that I never knew existed.  The internet is a vast universe, but somehow I ended up here http://www.google.com.ph/url?sa=t&rct=j&q=novena+to+st.+francis+of+assisi+pdf&source=web&cd=2&cad=rja&ved=0CC4QFjAB&url=http%3A%2F%2Fsacredheartfla.mhsoftware.com%2Fattachments%2F59%2F3181%2F2011%2520Novena%2520to%2520St%2520Francis.pdf&ei=4RJjUJ3jGPHtmAXS4oEQ&usg=AFQjCNEj4IPt6Rp_wMhhM7rm8-Mvlay9iw

The Novena is supposed to start on September 26, and yesterday was indeed September 26.  It is a nine-day novena that culminates on October 4, the feast day of … who else … but my personal patron saint, my namesake from Assisi.   

 I can take a hint, so I decided to start praying the novena yesterday. 

When I first clicked on the website and discovered that it was about the Saint from Assisi, once again there was an instant connection, a mutual understanding, an unexplainable peace, joy, and warmth.   

And once again, I just smiled a knowing smile, as I gazed at the Saint's picture.  But this time, with more love.  ;-)


Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Let There Be Peace

Having lived in Hong Kong for a few years, I may understand the Chinese people quite a bit.

From a logical standpoint, we need to consider the possibility that the encroachment on Philippine or international territorial waters is not the doing of the Chinese people as a whole, but by a small handful of them who are in the position (formally or informally) of political power and influence.  It may even be reasonable to assume that there could be a significant portion of the Chinese population who silently disapprove, and even wish that they could undo, the infractions caused by the powerful few.  Therefore let us refrain from immediately resenting the Chinese people as a whole.  Pertinently, I am particularly encouraged by – and I highly recommend – Gareth Evans’ article “Calming the South Seas,” published yesterday on The Straits Times.  Here is an excerpt:

"A sensible way forward would begin with everyone staying calm about China's external provocations and internal nationalist drumbeating. There does not appear to be any alarmingly maximalist, monolithic position, embraced by the entire government and Communist Party, on which China is determined to steam ahead. Rather, according to an excellent report released in April by the International Crisis Group, its activities in the South China Sea over the last three years seem to have emerged from uncoordinated initiatives by various domestic actors, including local governments, law-enforcement agencies, state-owned energy companies, and the People's Liberation Army."


From a spiritual standpoint, we need to recall that the Chinese people are a deeply spiritual people.  Just look around and observe all the hallmarks of Chinese culture in Philippine society, and you will see a pronounced belief in the afterlife and a life-encompassing faith in a higher power.  

Indeed, some of today's most profoundly devout Christians -- modern day living saints -- can be found among the citizens of Mainland China.  I recall with great fondness a most inspriring book I once read, "How Inscrutable His Ways!"  It covered the more than twenty years incarceration of the Jesuit priest, Fr. Dominic Tang, S.J.  Suffice it to say that he did for Catholicism in China what Mandela did for civil liberties in South Africa, albeit Fr. Tang is far less known and celebrated.  Please see http://www.amazon.com/How-Inscrutable-Ways-Memoirs-1951-1981/product-reviews/B0007BQ0VU 

I for one believe that the Chinese people are good people.  There may be a few who prefer to incite strife, but for the most part they want only peace -- for the sake of their children -- just as we and everyone else on the planet do.  On that note, I highly recommend the following Prayer for Peace.

Prayer for Peace Among Nations

O Almighty God,
the Father of all humanity,
turn, we pray, the hearts of all peoples and their rulers,
that by the power of your Holy Spirit
peace may be established among the nations
on the foundation of justice, righteousness and truth;
through him who was lifted up on the cross
to draw all people to himself,
your Son Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

- William Temple, 1881-1944

Saturday, July 7, 2012

Designated Patron Saints: From Accountants to Computers



My last blog entry “The Fishbone Out of Nowhere” pertained to St. Blaise, the patron saint for throat ailments.  I decided to read some more on the subject of patron saints, and consequently I discovered that there is even a patron saint for computers and the internet! Who knew?

I am thus sharing my “findings” herein.


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PATRON SAINTS

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Mothers – St. Monica

Fathers – St. Joseph
http://www.americancatholic.org/features/saints/saint.aspx?id=1327

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Accountants and Bankers – St. Matthew

Authors, Journalists, and Writers – St. Francis de Sales

Editors – St. John Bosco

Engineers – St. Patrick and St. Ferdinand III

Lawyers – St. Raymond of Peñafort and St. Thomas More

Pharmacists, Physicians, and Surgeons – Sts. Cosmas and Damian

Physicians and Surgeons– St. Luke 

Philosophers – St. Albert the Great (also patron saint of Scientists) and St. Catherine of Alexandria (also patron saint of Students)

Pilots – St. Joseph of Cupertino and St. Thérèse of Lisieux

Scholars – St. Venerable Bede (after whom San Beda College is named) and St. Brigid of Kildare

Schoolchildren – St. Benedict

Teachers – St. John Baptist de la Salle (after whom DLSU is named) and St. Gregory the Great

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The Philippines – St. Rose of Lima

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Learning – St. Ambrose

Students, Schools, and Colleges – St. Thomas Aquinas (after whom UST is named)

Universities – Blessed Contardo Ferrini

Computers and the Internet – St. Isidore of Seville

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Retreats – St. Ignatius of Loyola

Mystics – St. John of the Cross

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Motorists and Widows – St. Frances of Rome

Lost Items, Travelers, and the Poor – St. Anthony of Padua

Desperate Causes – St. Jude Thaddeus

Friday, February 3, 2012

The Fishbone Out of Nowhere

February 3, 2012 

Holy Mass is celebrated at the AIM Chapel every 12:30pm from Monday to Friday, and I attended the one held today because it is First Friday and it also happened to be the Feast of Saint Blaise. After the mass ended, people lined up to have their throats blessed. I was one of them. (This practice is the ‘main event’ of the feast because the health and healing of the throat is ascribed to St. Blaise.)
 
St. Blaise
However, unlike most of the other Saints I pray to, and whose books I have read as in the case of St. Teresa of Avila vis-à-vis her “The Way of Perfection,” I only learned about St. Blaise when I was already in my late twenties (28 to be precise). In fact, the very first time I learned of his existence was also at a First Friday 12:30pm Mass at AIM, sometime in 2005, when I was still a student at the Institute. Right after that particular mass ended, I was surprised and baffled to see people line up to have their throats blessed. Quite frankly, I found it both weird and hilarious. “Really?” I thought to myself. “There is actually a Saint whose charism is specifically for throats? Are they kidding?” I derisively chuckled, but silently of course. I naturally did not join the queue to have my throat blessed, and for all intents and purposes I actually dismissed it as ridiculous. I mean, what’s next, a Patron Saint for the elbow?

But the strangest thing happened right after I left the chapel. I suddenly felt discomfort in my throat. I did not eat anything, in fact I just came from Mass and already had my lunch before I attended it. (Fasting is prescribed before Mass, but I had lunch beforehand because of my tight schedule of classes.) The discomfort became more and more intense, until it actually felt as if a fishbone materialized out of nowhere and was suddenly stuck in my throat. I was literally terrified, and I prayed and repented with fervor and humility, because I knew right away that it had something to do with my derisive thoughts about the blessing of the throats. I suffered and endured the discomfort all throughout the afternoon, even during class so much so that I could hardly think and recite. The discomfort disappeared only when it was finally evening. I was so relieved and repentant when it finally disappeared, and by then I already learned my lesson.

I was later on stunned and amazed to find out that St. Blaise is traditionally believed to intercede in cases of throat illnesses, especially “for fish-bones stuck in the throat.” (Please see http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saint_Blaise.) By then the connection was clearly confirmed, well at least to my mind, and from the perspective of faith.

Since I am after all only human, and despite being an educated grown man, I can still be bad and naughty at times; either thinking something unfair about events or other people, or saying or doing something unfair towards them. And when I do commit any such wrongdoing, most of the time something bad will also subsequently and immediately happen to me, nothing severe but just enough to teach me a lesson, just like that fishbone that suddenly materialized in my throat.

Therefore it is actually one of the other reasons that I know God loves me. Because apart from the blessings, the guidance, and the protection, He also provides me with the chastisement to keep me in check. And the retribution is almost always immediate.

Consequently, I am so afraid to be bad and naughty. And I always think twice whenever I am tempted. :-)

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I intend to incorporate the above story in the book I am working on. So please do not forward it to anyone in order to preserve the copyright. Many thanks and happy weekend!
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Sunday, January 1, 2012

She Casts Her Moonlight, and Shadows With Her Eclipse

It was 1990, and I was working as an Accountant and Tax Associate at the Hong Kong branch of the Romulo Law Firm.

During lunch break it was my routine to buy pack lunch from the nearest Maxim’s restaurant, eat it in my office, and then pray the Rosary. Afterwards, if I still had time, or if I were experiencing some difficulty in the office that was more severe than usual, I would proceed to the Catholic Centre Building, which was a mere ten-minute walking distance away, in order to visit this chapel, the Chapel of the Immaculate Conception, to seek solace and strength.

During one such lunchtime, I did visit the chapel. And as I stood at the back in prayer, I felt inspired to look at and directly talk to the wooden image of the Blessed Virgin that was perched on the central pillar of the chapel. Then, very casually and forthrightly, I asked her, “Mama Mary, How powerful are you really?”

I did not expect it, although I was strangely not surprised by it either, but a very clear and calm voice spoke inside my head.

"I am the Moon, 
as God is the Sun;

In the deepest darkest night, 
I will cast you my moonlight;

In the face of the blazing sun, 
I will shadow you with my eclipse.”

I immediately tried to analyze and interpret the message, which was my natural tendency. So I said casually and immediately in reply, “I realize that the deepest darkest night may seem to indicate the absence of God in our lives, but I know that He is never truly absent. The deep dark nights are simply the times that He allows us to go through tests and challenges for our own purification. Besides, He sends you to cast us moonlight, which is actually a reflection of His own sunlight. I also realize that the blazing sun may seem to indicate that God is angry, but I know that He is never truly angry, the blazing sun also merely pertains to the times that He allows us to go through purifying tests and challenges. What I do not understand however is the eclipse. When you shadow us with your eclipse, aren’t you basically standing between God and us? Aren’t you getting in the way? Aren’t you therefore basically defying him?”

The response came quickly, “When I shadow you with my eclipse, I do not stand before God in defiance. I kneel before Him in worship.”

“Hmmm, okay, makes sense,” I said to myself, and the conversation ended there.

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I know I am bright, but I am not THAT bright. So I couldn’t have possibly come up with that by myself.

Incidentally, that was not the first and only time that I have had such an experience or “correspondence,” there are others, and with other “correspondents.” But this is the first time that I am sharing that sort of experience publicly. I prefer to be cautious and prudent, because there is always the real risk of being misunderstood and mislabelled. I will, however, eventually write everything there is to write about such experiences, in an organized and complete manner, and in proper context, in the form of another book (i.e., in addition to the book on Entrepreneurial Financial Management which I am also writing, please see http://fccresearchdigests.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-portfolio_01.html).

As for the chapel experience which I have just narrated above, I particularly decided to share it today because today it is the Solemnity of Mary, The Holy Mother of God. I also have a feeling that that is how she wanted it.




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Wednesday, September 7, 2011

It Takes a Village, and Love Begets Love

In my Facebook wall post dated September 6, I stated, “This is just my personal opinion: If you happened to be without children of your own, then perhaps it is wise to devote your paternal or maternal energies to your nephews and nieces, because they are your descendants too. They carry your bloodline.”

Believe me, I meant every word of it.

I also very much liked the response of my fellow educator and former classmate at De La Salle University, Dr. Maya Bernardo, who is now a professor at the University of Malaya. She said, “The good that we do, the lives we touch, each of them carries a part of us that will live on, whether they remember us for it or not. We can parent a better world and future for humanity by just living our mission.”

How true. Spoken like a true educator.

But allow me to elaborate a bit further my point.

As a general rule, we all love our parents. And for that matter, also our grandparents, and whomever else had a direct hand in raising us and taking care of us when we were young, such as uncles and aunts. :-) Particularly among us Filipinos, we explicitly manifest our love for our parents (and grandparents, etc.) by taking care of them especially when they are already old, when the table has turned and they are already the ones who need to be taken care of and we are already the ones who can provide the much needed care. This is why the concept and practice of children committing their elderly parents to retirement homes is virtually unheard of in Philippine society.

So, we love our parents (and grandparents, etc.) and we want to take care of them in their old age. However, the painful truth of the matter is that we normally only do so if we can. That is, we can only attend to the needs of our parents if we still have the resources in terms of time, energy, and money, after we have already spent much of it to meet the needs of our own spouse and children. That is, we normally have to prioritize taking care of the families we are raising, before we can attend to the needs of the families we originated from. It is a harsh and painful truth, indeed in some sense it is even shameful, but it is the truth, and it is almost what’s normal and natural. I mean, really, if for instance the income you generate is hardly even enough to meet the needs of your own children, then whether you like it or not, and no matter how much you love your parents, you simply will be unable to significantly help them anymore. There is simply nothing that you can do about it, and your parents themselves will understand it.

This I believe is one of the reasons that God created the state of life we refer to as “single-blessedness.” This is why He created the single and devoted sons or daughters who also double as the doting uncles or aunts. So that there would be someone to take care of Mom and Dad in their old age, and so that there would be an Uncle or Aunt who will lovingly lend a hand when times are hard.

It takes a village, to look after ageing Mom and Dad, and to raise the small and still growing kids. And God knows I do everything I can to play my role as faithfully as I can in this regard. I cannot spoil my Mom and my Nephews and Niece anymore than I already do, and if I were to describe how I spoil them I would have to write another and much longer article. The same goes for my late Grandmother. When she was still alive, I made it a point to always take her out to church and "pasyal" every Sunday, and whenever we ate out I always served her food and often even sliced them for her.

At any rate, if on the other hand you earn way more than just enough, if you are able to completely provide for your spouse and kids and still have plenty left to spare, then because you love your parents you will naturally also provide for them. In other words, if you don’t have anything left to give then even if your ageing parents ask for your support you will have nothing much to give, but if you have more than enough then your ageing parents won’t even have to ask – because after all you really do love them. It really is that simple.

Pertinently, without expecting to get anything ever in return, I do everything I can to help raise and support my Nephews and Niece, because I love them. I’m doing my best to help their Father (my elder brother) raise them well, with the hope that they will grow up to become very good in terms of character and competence, very successful as human beings and as professionals, capable of generating more than enough love and resources to provide for their own families.

Please note however that my elder Brother is a competent professional and a financially capable breadwinner, indeed he and his wife have built a three storey home where each of their children has his/her own air-conditioned bedroom and is provided with all of the necessities of life, quite comfortable by Filipino standards. But still, times are often hard and we need all the help we can get, you know what I mean. Therefore I, as the single childless uncle, am more than happy to often pitch in.

Love begets love. Consequently, sometimes, particularly during the month of June, apart from greeting their own Father (my elder brother) a “Happy Father’s Day,” my nephews and niece greet me, their second father, “Happy Father’s Day” too. Can you imagine? Music to my ears. :-)

On that note, I do hope and pray that when I am old, I will remain mentally sharp and physically independent, without needing help from anyone, without ever having to ask for it, especially not from my nephews and niece, because as much as possible I really wouldn’t want to bother them or anyone else. This is precisely why if you look at my Facebook profile and check out the list of people who inspire me, you will find there included Dr. Ellesworth E. Wareham and Dr. Rita Levi Maontalcini. Dr.Wareham is famous for being a practicing surgeon way into his 90s. Dr. Montalcini on the other hand is a Nobel Laureate who still delivers lectures also way into her 90s. I hope, aspire, and will strive to grow old just like the two doctors.

Indeed if I can have it my way I would like to always be the one to provide support (whether or not needed) to my nephews and niece and never the other way around, I would like to be able to dote on them until the day that I pass on, and even beyond. For instance, I plan to write books, hopefully the kind of books that will do many people a lot of good and earn a lot of income in the process, legacies that will last long after I pass on so that they will permanently generate not only income but also goodwill, for the benefit my heirs - my two nephews, Miguel and Luiz, and my unica hija of a niece, Mariz.

However, just in case, just in case I don’t turn out to be as durable as Wareham and Montalcini, I am hoping and praying that my nephews and niece will become very successful as persons and as professionals. Indeed right now I am doing everything that I can to help make sure that they do turn out that way. So that just in case in my old age I will be in need of some form of help, then hopefully the help would be offered, lovingly and willingly, without reservation and any sense of burden, and that I wouldn’t even have to ask.

But most important of all, I cling to the following promise: “Even to your old age and gray hairs I am he, I am he who will sustain you. I have made you and I will carry you; I will sustain you and I will rescue you.” Isaiah 46:6



Mommy with Iggy, Mariz, and Luiz, chatting with family abroad (the Cabana families in Australia and New Zealand). This is on Oct. 3, 2010, a Sunday. My kuya (Manny), his wife (Luz), and their kids (Iggy, Mariz, and Luiz) regularly visit every Sunday, to have lunch right after attending Holy Mass. This is in my bedroom, they are in fact at my desk, and the bed behind Iggy is my bed. The highlight of my week, the loves of my life, the joys of my life.

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