Joy to the world

Lord My Chef Sunday Recipe for the Soul by Fr. Nicanor F. Lalog II
Feast of the Sto. Niño, Cycle A, 18 January 2026
Isaiah 9:1-6 ><]]]]'> Ephesians 1:3-6, 15-18 ><]]]]'> Matthew 18:1-5, 10
Photo from https://santoninodecebubasilica.org/chronicles/viva-pit-senor-viva-senor-santo-nino/

On this Second Sunday in Ordinary Time, we extend for a day our Christmas celebration with the Feast of Sto. Niño (Child Jesus), a special feast granted to us by Rome in honor of the crucial role in our evangelization by that image gifted by Magellan to Queen Juana of Cebu over 500 years ago.

As Nick Joaquin claimed in many of his writings, it was the Sto. Niño who actually conquered our country to become the only Christian nation in this part of the world which shows indeed as Christ had declared in today’s gospel that whoever humbles himself like a child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.

At that time the disciples approached Jesus and said, “Who is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven?” He called a child over, placed it in their midst and said, “Amen, I say to you, unless you turn and become like children, you will not enter the kingdom of heaven. Whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. And whoever receives one child such as this in my name receives me” (Matthew 18:1-5).

“Jesus and the Little Child” painting by James Tissot between 1886-1894 now at Broolyn Museum; from wikimedia.org.

One of the things I cherish in my hospital ministry since 2021 is visiting new born babies: now I know why there are called a “bundle of joy” and always a sight to behold for me whenever I see them yawning and stretching then curling their little hands and arms when I sprinkle them with Holy Water.

Babies and children have something so uniquely in them that elicit joy in everyone even the most hardened criminals. They are so lovely because they speak to us of the beauty of life, of the joy of living, of the bright future still coming for us all. That is why experts are worried anywhere there is a falling or zero birth rate because that paints a bleak future of all kinds of problems and disaster to any nation or society so evident these days among developed countries that lack younger generation to care for their elderly and workforce to run their economy.

The sight of every child and baby is always a celebration of life, most specially in the arrival of Jesus Christ, the eternal Word in time and space over 2000 years ago. This Sunday, Jesus is inviting us to remember that scene at the first Christmas when he was born, to see him in every child like that one he had called in the midst of his apostles with flesh, bones, and blood pitched among us.

Photo by Mr. Darwin Arcilla, Chapel of the Angel of Peace, RISE Tower, OLFU-Valenzuela, Christmas 2025.

Here is the Son of God so intimate with our own lives including all its mess especially sickness and death itself.

Here is the Child Jesus we fondly call Sto. Niño who came to be born among us because he loves us so much.

Here are the children of the world, the greatest among us because they assure us of continuity in the future.

Looking at the Child Jesus and the child he had called in the midst of the apostles, we are challenged today to feel and realize what is to be with a baby or a child as another person with breath, body and a purpose yet to unfold throughout his/her life. Being like a child is the greatest of all because that is when we are fully human, entrusting everything to God. Que sera, sera!

It is said that in ancient Egypt, people cried aloud whenever a baby was born because of the sufferings every newborn is due to undergo in life. So true! In fact, my earliest lesson about life came through an illustration in a Reader’s Digest magazine of a newly delivered baby crying while being held by a doctor in the OR. I asked my mother why the baby was crying and she told me that when a child is born and cries, then it is alive; if a baby does not cry at birth, it could be dead that is why the doctor has to spank to make him/her cry. That lesson had remained until now with me as a priest – that life is difficult and growing up is always painful.

And how ironic as in the gospel today that Jesus directs us to becoming like children to fully grasp these realities. It is not only Jesus but also the little children who enlighten our unclear minds with such great light that “shone in darkness” (first reading) because of their simplicity. We adults tend to complicate things by overthinking while children remind us of all the beautiful possibilities in life despite the mess and chaos we are into.

Photo by author, 2022.

It is this simplicity of children that also disarm us of our false securities and pretensions when they playfully smile and laugh at us as they simply live in the present moment enjoying our company. In their fragility and vulnerability is their strength making us so concerned with them that we can’t stand leaving a baby or a child alone especially when he/she is crying, when in need.

There lies the good news of the Sto. Niño and of being like a child: he calls us to stay because Jesus too like children remain with us. There is no turning back for Jesus and for every child here today.

Jesus is here along with every child that is why we too are here gathered today to receive them and to ensure every life is safely protected and lovingly cared. It is in our staying, in our remaining we become child-like as we realize the tremendous blessings God has bestowed on us as his children (second reading) called to grow and mature in Christ by making him felt and known in this world that has slowly become so unwelcoming of babies and of God.

Notice how with the growth of what St. John Paul II called as “culture of death” promoting artificial contraceptives and abortion to control population growth, there is the corresponding turning away of people from God and eventually from one another. In this age of “Do-It-Yourself” Christianity, deciding on the number of kids to raise depend more on the couple’s financial capabilities than faith in God’s grace and power so that couples and people in general have unconsciously considered babies more as things to have than persons to love.

We end our reflection on this Feast of Sto. Niño with this Christmas song we have always taken for granted, “Joy to the World”. Written in 1719 by the English minister Isaac Watts, “Joy to the World” expresses the very joy not only of Christ’s coming but also of the birth of every child who reminds us of God among us in Jesus and of the need for us adults to be one with God always.

Photo by author, Sto. Niño Exhibit at the Malolos Cathedral, January 2022.
Joy to the world,
the Lord is come
Let Earth receive her King
Let very heart prepare him room
And heaven and nature sing
And heaven and nature sing
And heaven and nature sing.

Joy to the world,
the Savior reigns
Let men their songs employ
While fields and floods,
rocks, hills and plains
Repeat the sounding joy
Repeat the sounding joy
Repeat the sounding joy

He rules the world
with truth and grace
And makes the nations prove
The glories of his righteousness
And wonders of his love
And wonders of his love
And wonders of his love

For heaven and nature to sing anew of this joy, we have to be like the children welcoming Jesus in our hearts without any ifs and buts.

For us to repeat the sounding joy in life, we have to be like children in trustingly following Jesus in his Cross; notice how the gospels are silent about children calling for the crucifixion of Jesus. Only the adults demanded his death!

Finally, for us to experience the wonders of God’s love, we have to become like children who let truth and grace be the rules in life, not lies and powers. That is the greatness of being like a child – of trusting more in God than in man and his sciences and technologies, ideologies and philosophies that all fall short in bringing true joy and fulfillment in life. Amen. A blessed week ahead of everyone!

Christmas Stable, stability of mankind

Lord My Chef Christmas Eve Recipe, 24 December 2025
Photo by Ar. Philip Santiago, a mural of angels announcing the birth of Jesus Christ to shepherds in the field, Angels’ Field Chapel in Bethlehem, October 2025.

A blessed Merry Christmas, friends ad relatives, especially our followers. In our Monday’s Simbang Gabi when Mary sang her Magnificat during her Visitation of Elizabeth, we reflected how songs not only express our innermost thoughts and feelings but reveal our very person, too.

Allow me this Christmas to share with you a song I have recently heard to reflect on the meaning of Jesus Christ’s birth. The song is called “My Lord Has Come” written in 2010 by Will Todd, a renowned contemporary British composer and pianist who blends melodic classical compositions with jazz elements. Check YouTube to feel its moving music but for now, experience the sense of wonder in its inspiring lyrics.

Shepherds, called by angels,
called by love and angels:
No place for them but a stable.
My Lord has come.

Sages, searching for stars,
searching for love in heaven;
No place for them but a stable.
My Lord has come.

His love will hold me,
his love will cherish me,
love will cradle me.
Lead me, lead me to see him,
sages and shepherds and angels;
No place for me but a stable.
My Lord has come.
Photo by Ar. Philip Santiago, a mural of shepherds as first visitors to the newborn King of kings, Angels’ Field Chapel in Bethlehem, October 2025.

I learned and heard this song last week while researching for materials this Christmas. And the word “stable” struck me.

See its varied meanings. First, “stable” means firm and sturdy, unshakeable like a stable table, stable ground, and stable truth or opinion. But during this period, we know a “stable” also refers to the Nativity scene or creche which we Filipinos call as a Belen that is actually a translation of the Lord’s birthplace of Bethlehem.

In those days a decree went out from Caesar Augustus that the whole world should be enrolled. This was the first enrollment, when Quirinius was governor of Syria. So all went to be enrolled, each to his own town. And Joseph too went up from Galilee from the town of Nazareth to Judea, to the city of David that is called Bethlehem, because he was of the house and family of David, to be enrolled with Mary, his betrothed, who was with child. While they were there, the time came for her to have her child, and she gave birth to her firstborn son. She wrapped him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn (Luke 2:1-7).

How lovely that God manifested to us in the most humble way, being born on a manger, at a stable for animals!

And see now why Christmas is the greatest exchange gift of all time when God became human like us born in a stable so that we too may become divine like Him.

But, it is no easy exchange gift we often do in our Christmas parties when we just have to buy gifts that fall within the range of prices we have agreed upon. Jesus Christ the Son of God came not for any price that can be bought and paid by humans for He came with His whole life and being.

Picture the Christmas stable, of how the eternal entered the temporal, the infinite and perfect became flesh and bones and blood among us, so intimate with life and all the mess and chaos of living including death itself. He was born because He loves each one of us immensely.

And listen now to Will Todd telling us, “The Lord has come in a stable… anyone searching for Him – whether angels or shepherds or sages like the Magis, there’s no place except the stable.

Even for me and for us searching for stability in life, meaning in life, direction in life that can be found only in the stable where the Lord has come. How lovely!

In the silence of the darkest night of the year, amid the loud claims of everyone being the greatest and most powerful, the best and brightest, unknown to them the only true great and mighty one is in the stable.

In the gospel we heard too how the shepherds went in haste to visit the newborn Messiah in the stable, rejoicing afterwards at the great sight and good news they have found.

But, how about us today? How sad nobody cares at all to go to the Holy Mass which is actually the modern Christmas stable of Bethlehem which means “house of bread”. Jesus is the Bread of life as He preached later in life in the Gospel of John. On the eve of His death at the Last Supper, Jesus gave Himself as the Bread broken and shared for all lifetime to lead us to eternity.

How sad that we search for life’s meaning and sense in the most unstable of all instances like science and technology, new thoughts and ideas that overextend our rights without any regard for responsibilities and true freedom. If there is anything that merits haste these days, it is the things of God like the Mass and prayers and Sacred Scriptures. Not social media and all those viral and trending reels of our follies and stupidities we love to follow.

Photo by author, Christmas 2021 at Basic Education Department Chapel, OLFU-Valenzuela City.

See also the animals in the Christmas stable especially the ox and donkey who all symbolize our blindness to God who humbly came to us in the stable. Isaiah and the other prophets in the Old Testament lamented how animals particularly the ox and donkey “know” so well where to go when hungry and thirsty which is the stable while we humans wander far because we are so blinded by many things.

Christmas tells us humans to stop looking so far as Will Todd insists in his great composition My Lord Has Come inspired by our readings last night and today: it is only in Bethlehem that we find the true stable reality of life where the Son of God was born so that we now reckon time according to His birth with BC and AD because humans and civilizations do not last. “Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever” (Hebews 13:8).

Our only stability in life is found in the Christmas stable especially when the nights are dark and long. Amen. A blessed and stable Merry Christmas to you!

Noche buena at Pasko

Lawiswis ng Salita ni P. Nicanor F. Lalog II, Ika-02 ng Disyembre 2025
Larawan kuha ng may-akda sa San Fernando, Pampanga, Nobyembre 2021.
Napansin ko lang
kakaiba itong kapaskuhang
darating: tahimik si Jose Mari Chan
at inagawan ng eksena ng mga
mandarambong sa pamahalaan
at kongreso na hanggang ngayon
nagtuturuan,
nagtatakipan
habang pinagpipilitan
ng isang ginang
kakasya raw ang limang-daang piso
upang makapag-diwang
ng noche buena sa
bisperas ng Pasko
ang pamilyang Pilipino.
Kaya sumagi sa aking alaala 
pamaskong awiting aking kinalakhan:
Kay sigla ng gabi, ang lahat ay kay saya
Nagluto ang ate ng manok na tinola
Sa bahay ng kuya ay mayroong litsonan pa
Ang bawat tahanan, may handang iba't-iba

Tayo na, giliw, magsalo na tayo
Mayroon na tayong tinapay at keso
'Di ba Noche Buena sa gabing ito?
At bukas ay araw ng Pasko
Mga ginigiliw, 
atin nang mapagtatanto
sa awiting ito diwa ng Pasko:
ating pagsasalu-salo ng mga kaloob
na biyaya at pagpapala
na sinasagisag ng noche buena
ng pagkakatawang-tao ni
Jesu-Kristo noong Pasko;
ngunit, paano nga
kung sa halip na
tulungan lalo mga maliliit
tugon ng pamahalaan
ay bigyan ng presyo
natatanging pagsasalo-salo
ng Pilipino tuwing Pasko?
Narito naman makabagong awiting pamasko
naghahayag na walang tatalo sa Pasko sa Pilipinas:
May tatalo pa ba sa Pasko ng 'Pinas?
Ang kaligayahan nati'y walang kupas
'Di alintana kung walang pera
Basta't tayo'y magkakasama
Ibang-iba talaga ang Pasko sa 'Pinas

May simpleng regalo na si Ninong at si Ninang
Para sa inaanak na nag-aabang
Ang buong pamilya ay magkakasama sa paggawa ng Christmas tree
Ayan na ang barkada, ikaw ay niyayaya para magsimbang gabi
Muli mga ginigiliw
sa saliw ng awiting ito
madarama natin diwa at
tuwa ng Pasko:
wala naman sa handang
noche buena ito kungdi sa
samahan at pagbubuklod
ng pamilya at magkakaibigan
katulad ng pagkakatawang-tao
ni Jesu-Kristo na pumarito
upang tubusin tayo
sa ating mga kasalanan
at mapunan ating kakulangan
ng kanyang kaganapan
sa pagmamahalan.
Subalit kay hirap
maramdaman pagmamahal
ni malasakit nino man
tulad ng mga nasa kapangyarihan
animo mga maligno at impakto
ng mga ghost project
kaya Biyernes Santo hindi Pasko
pakiramdam ngayon
ng maraming Pilipino:
wala ang mga ginigiliw
na ate at kuya may handang iba't-iba
dahil sila ay mga nagsipag-OFW na
habang ang mga buwitre at buwaya
sa Kongreso nagpapasasa
sa kaban ng bayan mula sa dugo at
pawis ng mga mamamayan na
pinagtitiis sa limang-daang pisong
noche buena na kahuluga'y
"mabuting gabi" nang pahalagahan
ng Diyos ang tao
sa pagsusugo niya ng Kristo
na patuloy sumisilang
sa puso ng bawat nilalang
tuwing nagmamahalan
at nagbabahaginan
na pinapaging-ganap
sa hapag ng pakikinabang
ng Banal na Misa
hanggang sa mesa
ng bawat pamilya.
Ngunit papaano na kung
pera hindi kakasya
sa noche buena?
Iyan ang masaklap at nakasusuklam
ng limang-daang pisong noche buena:
hindi ang halaga ng pera
kungdi kawalan ng pagpapahalaga
nitong nasa pamahalaan
sa dangal ng bawat isa
lalo ng mga maliliit at aba
na sa halip tulungan maka-ahon
o maibsan kanilang hirap at gutom
sila pa nga ay ibinaon
sa presyo na pang galunggong
hindi hamon!
Kaya nakakamiss
sa gitna ng nakakainis
na mga balita si Jose Mari Chan
sa kanyang awiting pamasko
na maalala nating palagi
Sanggol na sumilang sa Bethlehem
sa tuwing masilayan mukha
ng bawat kapwa nang walang pasubali
hindi sa halaga ng salapi!
Whenever I see girls and boys
Selling lanterns on the streets
I remember the Child
In the manger, as he sleeps
Wherever there are people
Giving gifts, exchanging cards
I believe that Christmas
Is truly in their hearts

Let's light our Christmas trees
For a bright tomorrow
Where nations are at peace
And all are one in God

Let's sing Merry Christmas
And a happy holiday
This season may we never forget
The love we have for Jesus
Let Him be the one to guide us
As another new year starts
And may the spirit of Christmas
Be always in our hearts
Ngayong Pasko
marami ang wala maski
limang daang piso at marahil
itutulog na lang ang noche buena;
tayo nawa maging dahilan ng
"mabuting gabi" nila upang tunay nilang maranasan
pagsilang ng Kristo sa kumakalam
nilang tiyan at sikmura.
Larawan kuha ng may-akda sa Dau, Mabalacat, Pampanga, Nobyembre 2022.