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.  ;-)

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."

(Source:  http://www.straitstimes.com/microsites/global-perspectives/story/gareth-evans-calming-the-south-china-sea)

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

(Source:  http://m.ccel.org/node/4524?device=mobile)

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

http://www.americancatholic.org/features/saints/patrons.aspx

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Mothers – St. Monica

http://www.americancatholic.org/features/saints/saint.aspx?id=1120

Fathers – St. Joseph

http://www.americancatholic.org/features/saints/saint.aspx?id=1327

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Accountants and Bankers – St. Matthew

http://www.americancatholic.org/features/saints/saint.aspx?id=1145

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

http://www.americancatholic.org/features/saints/saint.aspx?id=1270

Editors – St. John Bosco

www.americancatholic.org/features/saints/saint.aspx?id=1277

Engineers – St. Patrick and St. Ferdinand III

http://www.americancatholic.org/features/saints/saint.aspx?id=1325

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

http://www.americancatholic.org/features/saints/saint.aspx?id=1253

http://www.americancatholic.org/features/saints/saint.aspx?id=1422

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

http://www.americancatholic.org/features/saints/saint.aspx?id=1150

Physicians and Surgeons– St. Luke 

http://www.americancatholic.org/features/saints/saint.aspx?id=1172

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

http://www.americancatholic.org/features/saints/saint.aspx?id=1200

http://www.americancatholic.org/features/saints/saint.aspx?id=1616

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

http://www.americancatholic.org/features/saints/saint.aspx?id=1142

http://www.americancatholic.org/features/saints/saint.aspx?id=1155

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

http://www.americancatholic.org/features/saints/saint.aspx?id=1394

http://www.americancatholic.org/features/saints/saint.aspx?id=1514

Schoolchildren – St. Benedict

http://www.americancatholic.org/features/saints/saint.aspx?id=1441

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

http://www.americancatholic.org/features/saints/saint.aspx?id=1346

http://www.americancatholic.org/features/saints/saint.aspx?id=1127

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The Philippines – St. Rose of Lima

http://www.americancatholic.org/features/saints/saint.aspx?id=1116

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Learning – St. Ambrose

http://www.americancatholic.org/features/saints/saint.aspx?id=1222

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

http://www.americancatholic.org/features/saints/saint.aspx?id=1274

Universities – Blessed Contardo Ferrini

http://www.americancatholic.org/features/saints/saint.aspx?id=1180

Computers and the Internet – St. Isidore of Seville

http://www.americancatholic.org/features/saints/saint.aspx?id=1343

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Retreats – St. Ignatius of Loyola

http://www.americancatholic.org/Features/Saints/Saint.aspx?id=1093

Mystics – St. John of the Cross

http://www.americancatholic.org/features/saints/saint.aspx?id=1229

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Motorists and Widows – St. Frances of Rome

http://www.americancatholic.org/features/saints/saint.aspx?id=1317

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

http://www.americancatholic.org/Features/Saints/Saint.aspx?id=1413

Desperate Causes – St. Jude Thaddeus

http://www.americancatholic.org/Features/Saints/Saint.aspx?id=1872

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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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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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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Twenty-Eight Years and Counting – Devotion to Our Lady of Fatima

This evening, a block rosary prayer session was once again held in our home. Beloved neighbors came, and together with my entire family we all prayed the Holy Rosary before the image of Our Lady of Fatima.

After praying the rosary, we had a “salo-salo” (a casual dinner party), and then we transferred the image to the home of a neighbor. My nephew Miguel carried the image of Our Lady to bring it to the nearby home of Mr. and Mrs. Acebedo. After two weeks there will be another rosary prayer session in their home, and the image will once again be transferred to the home of another neighbor. This process will go on and on for the rest of the year, just as it already has for nearly three decades. Indeed it was only last January 2011 that the rosary prayer sessions started to be held only every other Saturday, because for all the previous years it has always been every Saturday. My Mom is not as young as she used to be, therefore I advised her to make it easier for herself by adopting the two week interval.

For exactly twenty-eight (28) years now, my Mom has been leading the Mystical Rose Block Rosary of Phase 3-A (Gatchalian Subdivision, Las Piñas) in bringing the image of the Blessed Mother to virtually every home in the neighborhood. Thus, by the grace of God, the Mystical Rose Block Rosary has been able to pray the Most Holy Rosary for the benefit of each host-family, practically every Saturday starting at 7:00pm, with near perfect continuity and regularity from the time that my Mom started this activity in June 1983. Evidently, this blessed image has been a significant instrument of faith and prayer – and of the resulting graces and blessings – for the more than forty (40) families that have repeatedly and wholeheartedly welcomed and prayed to it every year since 1983.

A full-fledged devotee to the Blessed Mother since childhood, Mom is a Pharmacist-Entrepreneur and Piano Teacher by profession. She used to be the President of the Catholic Women’s League – and she also used to serve as Lector, Cantor, and Commentator – at the Our Lady of the Most Holy Rosary Parish Church in Multinational Village when Gatchalian (the subdivision we live in) was still a part of that parish. She has semi-retired from parish activities but still attends Holy Mass every day, most often at the Our Lady of the Immaculate Conception Parish Church in Gatchalian.

Mom was motivated to start Mystical Rose when her youngest son, my baby brother, Franco Nilo passed away (due to a congenital heart disease) at the age of 9 in April 1983. Dad, Francisco Sr. or “Frank,” subsequently also passed away (also due to a heart ailment) at the age of 42 in June 1984, thus further increasing Mom’s dependence on God.

My Kuya Manny and I were merely in third-year and first-year college respectively back in 1983. Mom therefore struggled to raise the two of us, with some help coming only from her own mother, my grandma, Aurora (otherwise known to everyone as Nanay), who also already passed away in November 2009.

Manny has now long been a professional Engineer, indeed even his eldest son Miguel (who turns 23 next week) has already earned his own engineering degree, having recently graduated from Mapua. Manny’s marriage to his wife Luz has also always been blessed, and their only daughter Mariz (18) is a Pharmacy student following in the footsteps of her Grandma. Their youngest Mark Luiz (11), on the other hand, is being doted upon and closely watched by his blogger of an uncle so that just like his elder siblings Miguel and Mariz he will be more likely than not to someday have a fulfilling life and career. The uncle on the other hand have so far had his prayers often answered too as regards his own life and career – just a simple guy doing okay in his own simple way.

As for Maria Nelda, aka Mommy, figuratively and literally she has already come a long way from the tribulations of the early 80s. (“Nelda,” by the way, means “torch.” Thus Maria Nelda can perhaps be translated as “the torch of Mary.” Naks!) She busies herself nowadays with the Block Rosary, attending Holy Mass everyday (sometimes even twice in one day, morning and afternoon), doing church and charity work to the extent that she can, taking care of her family, and doting on her grandchildren. One of my heart’s desires is to someday be able to take her to the actual grotto of Our Lady of Fatima in Portugal, where the devotion originally started. I also hope to take her to the grotto at Lourdes in France. She has already been to Medjugorje, the Holy Land, and Rome. Ours is a family of humble means; it has been nothing short of miraculous that Mom was able to visit those places. Thus I am praying real hard and counting on a few more miracles.

Whenever she is asked what her “secret” is, Mommy is always quick to reply that there is, was, and will always be only one secret, and that secret … is prayer.

The image of Our Lady of Fatima, which has been repeatedly visiting the homes in our neighborhood for the past 28 years now.



Mommy leading the prayer in front of the image of the Blessed Mother.
(It is the homeowner or current host who leads in prayer.)



The Mystical Rose Block Rosary, a close-knit neighborhood, a community of pray-ers.



Mommy is all smiles after prayer and dinner. To her left are Mark Luiz (youngest grandchild), Luz (daughter-in-law), and Kumareng Cora (Godmother to Manny and Luz). Having dessert on the stairs is Mariz, it's a full house you see.



Miguel about to carry the blessed image, to bring it to home of our neighbor who is next to play host to the Blessed Mother.



Christ the King. He's the boss in our home. :-)



Once again, a picture of Her Majesty the Queen.
Isn't she beautiful? :-)