Lawiswis ng Salita ni P. Nicanor F. Lalog II, Ika-06 ng Nobyembre 2023
Larawan kuha ng may akda, bahagi ng Tarlac sa Central Luzon Link Expressway, 19 Hulyo 2023.
Natitiyak ko kay dami
ninyong kuwento sa araw na ito
matapos ang mahabang
"long weekend";
mula halalan
hanggang Undas
inyong pinag-uusapan,
magagandang tanawin
at pasyalang pinuntahan,
masasarap at malinamnam
na pagkaing natikman
habang binabalik-balikan
mga alaala
at gunita kapiling
mga minamahal natin.
Nguni't
hindi ba ninyo napansin
bakit kay huhusay natin
kapag mga bagay-bagay
ay papatapos
at magwawakas na rin?
Kung kailan patapos
na bakasyon,
ibig mo ay extension
dahil saka pa lamang
nararamdaman ang samahan;
kay hirap magpaalam
inaasam oras ay madagdagan
kahit kaunting sandali lang
huwag nang tigilan
kuwentuhan at tawanan;
kung kailan uwian na
saka matatagpuan
maganda at bagong
tanawin, pakiramdam
laging bitin.
Ngunit kung tutuusin,
buhay ay laging bitin
lahat ay paulit-ulit
na simulain dahil
walang natatapos
walang nagwawakas din.
Alalahanin turo
ng matatanda sa atin
huwag magsasalita
ng tapos dahil kung ating
susuriin, sa pag-alis
at paglisan natin,
tayo ma'y dumarating;
maging sa kamatayan
pananaw nati'y hindi wakas
kungdi simula ng buhay
na walang hanggan
kaya naman kapag mayroong
pumanaw, mga huling araw
nila ay puro habilin,
buhay ay kay husay.
Kaya alalahanin
bagaman ang wakas ay
nagbabadya palagi,
pagbutihin bawat sandali
upang sa bawat katapusan
mabakas mas magandang bukas!
Larawan kuha ng may-akda mula sa OLFU-Quezon City, Enero 2023.
Quiet Storm by Fr. Nicanor F. Lalog II, 23 October 2023
The president of our hospital where I serve as chaplain posted yesterday a beautiful reflection on his Facebook page about the war and hostilities in Gaza, calling on everyone to pray hard for its peaceful resolution.
What touched me was when he said, “I am a doctor and in my heart of hearts, I feel that hospitals should enjoy certain exemptions. I wish then as now, that hospitals should never have their electricity or water cut-off… I am thankful that the hospital I work in is not in any immediate danger of being bombed. Life is already fragile as it is.”
As I have been telling you, I am a hospital chaplain. And like our president, in my heart of hearts, hospitals should be exempted from any form of violent attacks at all times. Wherever.
The word “hospital” is from the Latin word hospis which means “to welcome” from which “hospitality” also came from.
Since my assignment as chaplain at the Fatima University Medical Center in Valenzuela in February 2021, I have realized it was only then have I truly “welcomed” human mortality, both as an individual and a member of the human race. I must confess that it was only when I became a hospital chaplain have I realized in the most existential manner the meaning of being mortal, that someday I could be one of those patients lying on those beds with tubes and monitors attached to my body, perhaps in coma. During these past two years of visiting our patients every Sunday, sometimes daily or at the middle of the night or early morning when that Latin phrase memento mori – “remember you must die” – has become so true like the sword of Damocles hanging over my head always.
But, it was also during these past two years as a hospital chaplain have I discovered the amazing beauty and wonder of human life, of every person. It is only now at age 58 I have experienced the true meaning of a baby as “a bundle of joy”, of how great are the love and courage of a mother in delivering an infant. It was in our hospital where I experienced that life, indeed, is precious because it is fragile and vulnerable that so moved me in pity, even cried at seeing patients so sick, so close to death, whether a new-born infant or a 90 year-old. I am most thankful to God in making me experience his mysterium fascinans in our hospital where I am awed in the most wonderful way of finding how the human spirit fight for life, assert life and choose or find life rather than death. And when it becomes inevitable, that great wonder of faith and hope within in facing and accepting life’s end here on earth to move on to eternity in God, whatever name he is called by anyone.
Photo by author, Sinai desert in Egypt, 2019.
When I saw the news of that bombing of a hospital in Gaza, I felt something deeply different within me. At first, I wanted to get angry and curse whoever did that. What the Hamas did in starting this war was totally inhuman and unacceptable but whoever caused that hospital attack is bringing this conflict including humanity in general, to the lowest level. (It is still disputed whether it was an airstrike by Israel which they deny or a misfired rocket of the Palestinian Islamic Jihad they also deny.)
Every time I would see footages of Gaza’s overcrowded hospitals said to be at their “breaking point” due to great number of patients, I could feel as if my heart is being rend apart, teared into pieces because every hospital is like a church building or a place of worship were everybody is supposed to be welcomed to be whole again, to be healed, and most of all, to be cared at. Like churches and any place of worship, a hospital is a sanctuary for humanity, a hallowed ground where a burning bush of Moses is planted somewhere. Any act of violence in a hospital anywhere in the world is a total disregard of life and the human person, a sad reminder not only of our inhumanity but also of how can be “unhuman” too.
Very close in sound to hospis is another Latin word, hostis, meaning “enemy” from which came the words “hostage” and “hostile”. When hospitals are held hostage in war or any other situation, then it becomes a most serious and severe blow to humanity because it means we have closed all doors in welcoming each other, that we have decided to live on our own in total disregard of one another. I pray that wherever there is a war going on, enemies spare hospitals of their hatred where they can always feel welcomed and hopefully, be reawakened of our being brothers and sisters in one God we call in different names.
May our hospitals remind us this whole planet we all share as our one home is a sacred ground, whether in war or in peace, where humanity triumphs even in small packets because life is held holy and divine, a gift and sharing in the life of God. Amen. Let us keep praying and working for peace everywhere.
Yes! I have proven this most truest when we pray for the sick, especially for babies and children. And when we are also sick or, very sick.
The late Fr. Henri Nouwen said in one of his writings that “life is precious because it is fragile.” I have gradually grasped and experienced this most wonderful truth of life only these past two years when I was assigned as chaplain at the Fatima University Medical Center in Valenzuela City.
Every Sunday after Mass at the University chapel, I visit our patients to bring them communion (viaticum), hear their confessions and anoint them with oil. One of our patients last Sunday was a young mother named Rachel who delivered a sickly baby boy Saturday with difficulties in breathing.
Rachel was crying when we entered her room. After receiving the Communion, she asked me to visit and pray over her baby at the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit (NICU). I readily said yes to her request then asked her if I can baptize her baby and what name would she like to give him. “Daniel Steven, Father,” she said softly as she wiped her tears.
After putting on my hairnet and gown and slippers, the nurse led me inside the NICU where I saw two doctors and three nurses gathered around Rachel’s baby. Soon enough, both doctors came to me to explain the delicate – “toxic” – situation of the infant as we walked closer to him.
It was “solemnly silent” inside the NICU that morning with the warm light above the baby giving that holy feel like being before a Belen or a creche; the scene was so “disarming” that I just felt praying to God deeply from my heart, begging him to please bless and heal this baby who is much like Jesus Christ who was right away subjected to dangers upon birth in Bethlehem. I prayed too to God to remember Christ’s special love and concern for children, warning anyone who would harm them that angels look after them (Mt. 18:10) to keep them safe always.
At that moment, the baby opened his eyes – and sparkled as I saw his face lit up despite the little tubes connected to him. At that instance, I just felt something like a giant wave gushing within me like a tsunami and, boom! I burst into tears as if that giant wave inside washed me.
It was a very good cry, like a catharsis, so pure that seemed to have cleansed me resulting in joy within with the baby seemed to be looking at me, making sounds from his little mouth.
“My God, did he hear me praying?” I asked myself while standing there, praying with my arms still outstretched as tears rolled profusely to my face mask. After a few minutes, I wiped my tears and came forward to pour Holy Water on his head, saying, “I baptize you, Daniel Steven, in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.”
I have visited many sick children in our hospital with the most unique even bizarre sickness and diseases and accidents. They have all moved me in pity but it was only Daniel Steven who had made me cry.
That moment when he opened his eyes and “looked” at me even though I knew infants could not recognize nor actually see, I felt God was ultimately the one really looking at me, listening to my prayers. At the same time, it was then when God fully opened my eyes and my heart to see him in baby Daniel as the One always listening to our prayers especially when we are facing dangers like death – the greatest and ultimate danger we all face in life. It is in such moments of great dangers when God is most closest to us in Jesus Christ who became human like us to be one with us in everything including death (but except sin).
Less than 80 days from now it would be Christmas but, have we realized this reality of how Jesus Christ have seriously faced death right after his birth being born in an “unsanitary” manger to being transported in harsh conditions to Egypt when Herod tried to kill him?
It is in sufferings and death when we truly experience the preciousness of life, the value of every person, no matter how small like a child or how old like any senior citizen. It is in the face of death when we are most human, truly and naturally weak and fragile that we also realize deeply, existentially the meaning of being alive when we are close to its end. That is when we feel life is precious because that is also when we feel it slipping away from us, slowly losing it.
That fragility of life is most evident when we struggle for breath, gasp for air, and reach out to someone’s hands to hold and clasp in order to rise again, to cling to another human and simply to be alive. From that we experience life’s meaning and value when it is shared and lived in God who is life himself through others. That is why we also feel closest to him at those moments when we see those sick and suffering and dying when we are close to God who comes most nearest to us in those grave moments.
Back in 2007 when I was in my first assignment as one of the teacher-administrators of a school in Malolos while we concurrently ran a parish, I felt burned out being there since 1998. One Friday afternoon during a Holy Hour, I begged God to give me one good reason why I should stay in that assignment when I was asked to answer a sick call in a nearby hospital. When I got in the hospital, the doctors and nurses were resuscitating the patient I was supposed to anoint.
Quickly upon seeing me, they let me come to the patient to pray over him and anoint him with oil. After that, I stayed in the room to watch the doctors and nurses struggled to revive the patient. Then another doctor arrived who turned out to be the son-in-law of the dying patient (also an ex-seminarian ahead of me in the minor seminary). After conversing with them, that doctor told them to stop the procedures as he would explain everything to his wife, the daughter of the patient.
Soon enough, the patient flatlined and died. His son-in-law called me and told me the patient had died and if I could bless him again. I did bless him again with Holy Water. As the doctor thanked me for being there at that crucial moment, I also thanked God for listening and answering my prayer in giving me a sign why I should remain in my assignment. What a precious sign he had given me, the first patient I have seen dying in front of me.
Now as a hospital chaplain, I have lost tracked of how many patients have died before me after praying and anointing them. But in each one of them, I have felt God present among us, saving their souls in eternity. But most of them, God had kept alive and healthy until now because he always listens to our prayers. Amen.
Photo by Mr. Red Santiago of his son Cayden praying in our former parish in January 2020.
*Daniel Steven is still in the NICU, fighting for his life that is so fragile, so delicate. And most precious. Doctors said these first 72 hours are very crucial. Please help us pray for him so he would get better and live life into maturity like most of us. Thank you.
The Lord Is My Chef Daily Recipe for the Soul by Fr. Nicanor F. Lalog II
Tuesday in the Twenty-Sixth Week of Ordinary Time, Year I, 03 October 2023
Zechariah 8:20-23 <*(((>< + ><)))*> Luke 9:51-56
The old city of Jerusalem with the Golden Dome Mosque seen from the inside of the Church Dominus Flevit (the Lord Cried); photo by author, May 2017.
Today O Dear God
our loving Father,
I pray for those going
through many difficulties
and sufferings in life;
those travelling the road
to Jerusalem,
even inside Jerusalem
already, one with Jesus
without them knowing
carrying their Cross
to the Calvary.
When the days for Jesus being taken up were fulfilled, he resolutely determined to journey to Jerusalem.
Luke 9:51
Open our eyes,
open our hearts,
dear Father to recognize
Jesus our companion
to Jerusalem,
in Jerusalem;
help us to be "resolute"
like Christ in going to
Jerusalem to face
Passion and Death
to eventually realize our
Resurrection in him
too!
I pray, dear God,
for those giving up,
have given up to
continue the journey
to Jerusalem: those
who have been living
all these years with
dialysis or chemotherapy,
those with never-ending
rehabilitation due to stroke
and other accidents,
those living daily with
medications and motivations
to fight depression,
to resist suicide;
those nursing so much pains
and hurts within not only
due to physical trauma but
especially emotional and
spiritual traumas;
Lord, I pray also for their
caregivers, their family
and loved ones so
often pushed to the limits
physically, emotionally,
and spiritually; console and
comfort them with the warmth
of the Holy Spirit, strengthen them
and assure them of your love;
tap their shoulders and whisper
to them they are doing well.
I pray dear Father
for those grieving,
those still grappling with
the loss of a loved one;
those suddenly thrown into
emptiness within and without
with the death of a wife or
husband, a mother or a father,
a brother or a sister;
Jesus Christ knew so well the
deep hurt and emptiness every
death creates; accompany them
in the eerie silence and darkness
of suddenly not seeing
nor hearing, not embracing
nor serving a beloved departed.
God,
life is a journey;
thank you in giving us Jesus
our companion; like
the two disciples going
back to Emmaus in
sadness and disappointments,
ignite our hearts anew with
Christ's loving presence,
to go to you, to seek you
right in our hearts,
our little Jerusalem
until we come to you in heaven,
the new Jerusalem.
Amen.
Facade of the Church of the Holy Sepulchre where one finds inside another church enclosing the very site of the Crucifixion of Jesus Christ; photo by author, Jerusalem, May 2017.
The Lord Is My Chef Daily Recipe for the Soul by Fr. Nicanor F. Lalog II
Thursday, Feast of St. Lorenzo Ruiz & Companion Martyrs, 28 September 2023
Haggai 1:1-8 ><]]]]'> + ><]]]]'> + ><]]]]'> + ><]]]]'> Luke 9:7-9
Photo by Mr. Jay Javier, August 2023.
Teach me,
O God our Father,
to be sincere and true,
humble and docile
to heed your call
today to "consider
my ways" in relating
with you and others:
Now thus says the Lord of hosts: Consider your ways! You have sown so much, but have brought in little; you have eaten, but have not satisfied; you have drunk, but have not been exhilarated; have clothed yourselves, but not been warmed; and he who earned wages earned them for a bag with holes in it. Thus says the Lord of hosts: Consider your ways! Go up into the hill country; bring timber, and build the house that I may take pleasure in it and receive my glory, says the Lord.
Haggai 1:5-8
I confess, Lord,
so many times in life
I have been thinking more of
myself and less of you,
less of others,
and yet,
the more I get
everything and all
the attention, the more
I feel lost and empty
because I do not have you.
How true are your
words to Haggai, Father:
it is not really working
on so much but doing
everything for you and
in you; it is not simply
eating but also feeding
my soul that is truly
filling; more than drinking
is the reason for celebrating;
better than clothes is
the warmth of another
person; and better than
all the fruits of our labor
are the treasures of
kindness we save
in heaven that is never
lost.
Let us consider
our ways in the light
of Jesus Christ;
like Herod, many times
we just keep on trying
to see him without
any firm resolve
to follow him like
St. Lorenzo Ruiz and
companion martyrs
we celebrate today.
You are so kind,
O God; all you ask us
is to consider our ways
to become witnesses
of your love without any need
to shed our blood
like St. Lorenzo and
company; make us see,
dear Father, the life
and joys you offer us
freely, compared to
the ways of the world
that is misleading
and utterly empty,
lacking in meaning.
Amen.
The Lord Is My Chef Daily Recipe for the Soul by Fr. Nicanor F. Lalog II
Monday in the Twenty-fifth Week of Ordinary Time, Year I, 25 September 2023
Ezra 1:1-6 ><]]]]'> + ><]]]]'> + >]]]]'> Luke 8:16-18
Photo by author, view from Jerusalem temple, May 2019.
Thank you,
dearest God our Father,
in giving us this new day
to pick up the pieces of
our lives, to become better,
to be well, to be fulfilled in you
through Christ Jesus.
Let me claim this life,
Father; let me own
and embrace this gift
of life to make it good;
let me be focus with
the present and what lies
ahead, to let go but learn from
the past. Let me live
the life you have meant
for me so that when finally
I have reached the end
of this journey, you may take
my whole life as my only offering
to you, dear God.
As the psalmist says today,
"The Lord has done great things
for us; we are glad indeed. Restore our fortunes, O Lord...those who sow in tears shall reap
rejoicing. Although they go forth
weeping, carrying the seed to be sown,
they shall come back rejoicing,
carrying their sheaves."
(Ps. 126:3,5-6).
May your word guide us
as we live our lives, Jesus;
let us shine like lamps to make
you known to everyone,
that you alone O Lord is
our life and meaning,
our only fulfillment.
We pray also today
for those rebuilding their
lives - those who are finally
set free by all kinds of bondage
to sin and evil, those who have
finally decided on their own
to choose you, to do what is
good, those who have finally
broke free from vices and
every kind of slavery this world
has continued to surreptitiously
promote to hide its sinister plans;
may we find the "goodwill" of
the many other "King Cyrus of Persia"
you continue to send us, Father,
so we too, like your exiled people
of old, may start to pick up the
pieces of our lives
and rebuild our
lives in you again.
Amen.
Quiet Storm by Fr. Nicanor F. Lalog II, 15 September 2023
“Mater Dolorosa” also known as “Blue Madonna” (1616) by Carlo Dolci. Photo from Wikimedia Commons.
I started praying about this blog last month after the Feast of the Nativity of the Blessed Virgin Mary. It just occurred to me on that day to greet some of my “girlfriends” – yes, God has blessed me with so many of them who are mostly women and ladies who have taught me and shared with me so many lessons and thoughts about life only women can see.
One of them is my former colleague at GMA-7 News, Kelly, widowed for six years since the passing of her husband Larry whom I have visited and anointed many times during his long battle with cancer. When I asked her how she has been doing since our last meeting before the pandemic, she was her usual self – candid yet a bit sardonic in her reply, “I’m good. I have health issues but I’m handling them, living a simple but contented life… alam mo naman ako, I’m so Alannis Morissette.”
I thought she was again speaking “gay” as in chorva when she described herself as Alannis Morisette. And before I could ask her the meaning of “Alanis Morissette”, she turned out to be speaking English – referring to the singer Alanis Morissette as she sent me lyrics of her 1995 song Handin My Pocket. Immediately I checked it on Youtube and found it perfect too for today’s celebration of the Memorial of Our Lady of Sorrows or Mater Dolorosa as it speaks of every woman’s sacrifice and sufferings in this world that is sadly still dominated by male chauvinists.
Mary as Our Lady of Sorrows reminds us of every woman’s fidelity to God through her husband and children, family and loved ones as well as vocation. Her remaining at the foot of the Cross was her lowest and painful point in life to be with her crucified Son, Jesus Christ. She was so absorbed with his pain and sufferings that at Easter, she was in turn absorbed by the glory of our Risen Lord which culminated at her Assumption into heaven.
How was Mary able to keep her composure? Oneness in Christ her Son from whom all good things come even in the most trying times. When I look at her face as portrayed in the arts, it is not pity that I feel but her dignity, nobility and simplicity. Notice her praying hands, totally surrendering herself to God which began at the Annunciation when she told the angel, “Behold, I am the handmaid of the Lord. May it be done to me according to your word” (Lk.1:38). There at the foot of the Cross of Jesus, her hands remained in praying position, entrusting everything to God, filled with faith, hope and love.
Alanis Morissette express almost the same faith, hope and love in the modern sense today with her 1995 Hand in My Pocket. A Canadian-American, Morissette grew up in a devout Roman Catholic family. Although she is now a practicing Buddhist, Morissette claimed repeatedly in some interviews that she owes her singing career to her Catholic faith. Her personal life is marked with so many pains and sufferings too, going through depressions and eating disorders as well as having been raped while 15 years old. It was from these experiences that she got all her inspirations in her many songs that strike chords in the hearts of many modern people, not just women, who strive to find meaning by hoping to brighter tomorrows amid the many hardships modern life has brought us.
I’m broke, but I’m happy I’m poor, but I’m kind I’m short, but I’m healthy, yeah I’m high, but I’m grounded I’m sane, but I’m overwhelmed I’m lost, but I’m hopeful, baby
And what it all comes down to Is that everything’s gonna be fine, fine, fine ‘Cause I’ve got one hand in my pocket And the other one is giving a high five
We just have to remember our own mothers to realize and appreciate how our Lady of Sorrows and Alanis Morissette were able to bear all of life’s sufferings. It is in their hands. The praying hands. The hand in the pocket holding on to the present realities and the other hand up in the air hoping everything will be fine.
How ironic – pun intended as it is the title too of my favorite Morissette song – that despite all the great love women have offered and given us through our own mothers and sisters, aunts and grandmothers, teachers and nurses, not to forget the multitude of women who make our economy grow by laboring here and abroad plus the nuns who pray and run so many orphanages, women are still neglected and forgotten, even unloved, maltreated, and abused. Sadly, their fellow women are the ones who inflict those pains in this cruel and ungrateful world.
Starting today, be kind to women, especially those closest to you, those who have remained loving and kind despite your excesses and other idiosyncrasies.
Here is Ms. Alanis Morissette. Her music video is very interesting too, showing the many contrasts every disciple of Christ like Mary our Lady of Sorrows goes through in this life. Set in black and white, it evokes rawness yet at the same time brings out that eternal spring of hope within each one of us. Have a blessed rest day ahead!
Lawiswis ng Salita ni P. Nicanor F. Lalog II, Ika-12 ng Setyembre 2023
Larawan kuha ni G. Cristian Pasion, Bihilya ng Pasko ng Pagkabuhay 2022, Pambansang
Noong bata ako buong akala ko ang paglalamay at pakikiramay ay iisa. Alalaong-baga, kapag may lamayan, mayroong namatay at paraan iyon ng pakikiramay. E hindi pala ganun!
Sa aking pagtanda at pagkamulat sa wika, higit sa lahat sa buhay na palaging kaakibat pagkamulat din sa kamatayan, napagtanto ko na bagaman magkaiba ang lamay at ramay, malalim at matalik ang ugnayan ng dalawang kataga.
Ang paglalamay ay pagpupuyat, tulad ng pagsusunog ng kilay o pag-aaral sa gabi. Maari din itong hindi pagtulog sa magdamag upang matapos ang isang proyekto at gawain. Naglalamay din bilang bahagi ng gampanin at tungkulin tulad ng mga nagtatrabaho ng pang-gabi o graveyard shift gaya ng mga pulis, mamamahayag, drayber, mga viajero at mga nasa call center.
Maraming pagkakataon sa paglalamay ikaw ay may kasamang nagpupuyat upang tulungan na tapusin ang gawain o gampanan ang tungkulin. Sa paglalamay, palaging mayroong kasama upang tulungan tayong malampasan ano mang pagsubok na pinagdaraanan. Doon nagsasalapungan ang dalawang kataga ng lamay at ramay: sa gitna ng kadiliman ng gabi, mayroong maasahang kasamang nakikibahagi at nakikiisa sa pagdurusan at hirap na pinagdaraanan.
Larawan kuha ni G. Jay Javier, Tayabas, Quezon, 13 Agosto 2023.
Napakaganda ng larawang sinasaad ng lamay at ramay – ang kadiliman ng gabi. Sa bibliya, ang gabi at kadiliman ay sumasagisag sa kapangyarihan ng kasamaan.
Ipinanganak si Jesus sa pinakamadilim na gabi ng buong taon, mula Disyembre 23 hanggang 25. Malinaw na pagpapahayag ito ng pakikiramay ng Diyos sa kadiliman ng ating buhay. Doon siya palaging dumarating kung tutuusin.
Huwag nating pag-alinlanganan katotohanang ito na muli nating natunghayan noong Huling Hapunan ng Panginoon na naganap sa pagtatakip-silim ng Huwebes Santo. Kinagabihan si Jesus ay nanalangin sa halamanan ng Getsemani ngunit tinulugan ng tatlong malalapit na mga alagad. Huli na ang lahat nang sila ay magising nang dumating si Judas Iskariote, isa sa kanilang mga kasamahan na nagkanulo kay Jesus sa kadiliman ng gabi.
Anong saklap na walang karamay si Jesus sa paglalamay na iyon na nagpatuloy sa kanyang paglilitis sa Sanhedrin kung saan naman tatlong ulit siyang tinatwa ni Simon Pedro habang nasa labas ng tahahan ng punong pari. Kaya nga kung sakali man tayo ay nasa napakadilim na yugto ng buhay at tila nag-iisa, alalahaning si Jesus ay ating kapiling, nakikiramay sa atin dahil siya ang naunang nakaranas na maglamay ng walang karamay! Kanya itong binago at tiniyak na hindi na mauulit kanino man upang siya ay makaramay sa bawat lamay ng ating buhay nang siya ay muling mabuhay, nagtagumpay sa kamatayan at kasamaan sa gitna rin ng kadiliman ng gabi.
larawan kuha ni G. Cristian Pasion, Bihilya ng Pasko ng Pagkabuhay 2021.
Kamakailan ay dumadalas aking pagmimisa sa mga lamayan ng mga yumaong mga kamag-anak at kaibigan. Noon pa man lagi nang nasasambit ng mga kaibigan bakit nga ba hindi tayo magkita-kita habang buhay pa kesa naman doon na lamang palagi nabubuo pamilya at barkada sa lamayan ng namamatay?
Tama rin naman kanilang bukambibig sa mga lamayan. Ano pa ang saysay ng pagsasama-sama gayong nawala na at pumanaw ang mahal sa buhay?
Ngunit kamakailan ay napagnilayan ko rin na tama lamang na magkita-kita tayo sa mga lamayan upang ipahayag ating pakikiramay dahil naroon tayo hindi lamang upang makidalamhati kungdi magpuri at magpasalamat din sa isang yumao. Wika nga ng marami, lamay lamang ang hindi ipinangungumbida kasi doon masusukat tunay na kabutihan ng isang tao sa kanyang pagpanaw: kung marami ang naglamay at nakiramay, ibig sabihin, mabuti siyang tao, mapakisama, laging karamay noong nabubuhay pa.
Napagtanto ko ito sa nakakatawang pagkakataon; kundangan kasi, bilang mula sa mga sinaunang panahon, para sa akin ang pakikiramay ay dapat seryoso. Malungkot nga dapat at nakikidalamhati. Hirap na hirap ako noong matanggap ang picture taking sa lamayan! Iskandalo kung baga sa akin ang magpose at picture-taking sa lamayan, lalo na sa tabi ng labi ng yumao. Paano ka namang ngingiti e mayroong ngang patay at namatayan?
Larawan kyha ng may akda, 2018.
Nakatutuwang isipin kung paanong itinuro sa akin ng teknolohiya ang malalim na kahulugan ng pakikiramay sa paglalamay. Na ito ay higit sa lahat pagdiriwang ng buhay, pagpupugay at pasasalamat sa magandang samahan na ating tinitiyak na magpapatuloy pumanaw man ating kaibigan at kamag-anakan. Ang ating pakikiramay ay hindi lamang pagpadarama ng pakikiisa sa dalamhati kungdi pagtiyak ng pagkakaisang ito sa pagmamahal, pasasalamat at pag-alala tuwina sa isang pumanaw at kanilang mga naulila.
Mainam pa rin makadaupang-palad mga kamag-anak at kaibigan habang nabubuhay ngunit hindi pa rin huli ang lahat na sakali man dala ng maraming kadahilanan tayo ay makiramay tuwing mayroon lamay dahil ang totoo’y buhay pa rin ating ipinagdiriwang. Ito ang dahilan kaya ating tawag sa pumapanaw ay hindi namatay kungdi sumakabilang buhay. Balang araw siya ring ating hantungang lahat kung saan ang lamay at ramay ay iisang katotohanan na lamang na kung tawagi’y, pag-ibig.
Lawiswis Ng Salita ni P. Nicanor F. Lalog II, Ika-7 ng Agosto 2023
Larawan kuha ng may-akda, takipsilim sa Tagaytay, ika-8 ng Pebrero 2023.
Madalas maitanong sa akin ng mga tao kung kasalanan daw ba, o masama, ang magreklamo sa Diyos? Bago sila sagutin, lagi kong hiling na liwanagin muna kung sila ba ay nagrereklamo o dumaraing sa Diyos?
Malaki pagkakaiba ng dalawang salitang ito na tila magkapareho lalo na kung ating uugatin ang kanilang pinagmulang wika na Latin, Pranses, Kastila at Inggles. Marahil dahil sa pagsasalin-salin ng mga salitang reklamo at daing, naiba kanilang kahulugan kaya mahalaga nating maunawaan upang makatulong sa ating wastong pakikipag-ugnayan sa isa’t-isa at sa Panginoong Diyos.
Hindi po ako dalubhasa sa linguistika o pag-aaral ng mga wika ngunit ibig ko na pagnilayan ang pagkakaiba ng reklamo at daing mula sa kanilang pinagmumulan o pinagbubuhatan. Ang reklamo ay mula sa isipan habang ang daing ay buhat sa puso at kaibuturan ng kalooban. Sa pagkakaibang ito ng kanilang pinagmumulan natin makikita kanilang kasamaan at kabutihan.
Larawan kuha ng may-akda mula sa Jordan tanawin ang ilang ng Israel noong Mayo 2019.
Masama ang pagrereklamo dahil ito ay sinasadya o wilfull sa Inggles. Mayroong malisya at masamang paglalayon bunsod ng maling pag-gamit ng kaisipan o intellect na kung saan pinangingibabawan ito ng kasamaan.
Sa pagrereklamo, mayroong pagpaplano at pag-aaral sa paglalahad ng hangad na hindi lamang maaksiyunan at solusyunan ang hinaharap na suliranin o katayuan kungdi maungkat pa ang ibang mga isyu ng nagrereklamo. Katulad lamang ito noong tayo ay mga bata pa na bubulung- bulong kapag masama ang loob kung nauutusan.
Sa pagrereklamo, naroon ang isang proseso ng kaisipan at hindi lamang bunga ng emosyon o damdamin na kapag naibulalas na ay tapos na. Naroon palagi ang paghahanap ng butas at kung anu-ano pang mga bagay na maaring isisi at ipula saan man at kanino man.
Kitang-kita ito sa karanasan ng mga Israelita doon sa ilang matapos sila ay hanguin ng Diyos sa pamumuno ni Moises mula sa pagkaalipin sa Egipto. Tingnan at suriin paanong nagreklamo mga Israelita noon kay Moises nang sila ay magutom at mahirapan sa paglalakbay.
Kaya, nagreklamo na naman sila. Ang sabi nila, “Kailan pa ba tayo makatitikim ng masarap na pagkain? Mabuti pa sa Egipto! Doon, isang hingi lamang namin ay mayroon na agad isda, pipino, pakwan, sibuyas, at bawang. Dito walang makain kundi manna.
Bilang 11:4-6
Ang eskultura ng ginawang ahas na tanso ni Moises sa tikin sa lugar kung saan mismo nangyari na ngayon nasa pangangalaga ng mga Paring Franciscano sa Jordan. Larawan kuha ng may-akda, Mayo 2019.
Pagmasdan ang masakit na bahagi ng bawat reklamo, masdan paanong magsalita mga reklamador na tila wala kang nagawang mabuti para sa kanila.
Kadalasan ang problema ng mga reklamador ay hindi lamang sa ayaw na ayaw nila ng hirap at tiisin sa buhay kungdi wala din silang tiwala sa kapwa kaya naman puno sila ng pangungutya at paghahamon. Dito natin mababakas ang malalim na kasamaan ng reklamo na isang uri ng manipulasyon at pambabraso upang maimaniobra at maipilit ang sariling kagustuhan na tanda ng kawalan ng pasensiya sa buhay at ng pagtitiwala sa iba lalo na sa Diyos.
Maraming pagkakataon ang pagrereklamo ay nagiging isang panunumbat, panunukat, at paghahamon maging sa Diyos na maaring ikabunga ng hindi maganda.
Mula sa Bundok ng Hor, nagpatuloy ang mga israelita patungong Dagat ng mga Tambo upang lihisan ang Edom. Dahil dito, nainip sila sa pasikut-sikot na paglalakbay na yaon. Nagreklamo sila kay Moises, “Inialis mo ba kami sa Egipto para patayin sa ilang na ito? Walang kaming makain ni mainom! Sawa na kami sa walang kwentang pagkaing ito.” Dahil dito, sila’y pinadalhan ni Yahweh ng makamandag na ahas at sinumang matuka nito ay nmamatay.
Bilang 21:4-6
Larawan kuha ng may-akda sa Mt. St. Paul, La Trinidad, Benguet noong 2017.
Sa kabilang dako naman, hindi masama, lalong hindi rin kasalanan ang dumaing sa Diyos. Kung tutuusin ay maituturing na isang pananalangin ang ating pagdaing sa Diyos!
Bakit?
Muli, makikita natin ang pinagmumulan ng ating pagdaing na walang iba kungdi puso natin.
Maraming pagkakataon, ang ating pagdaing ay bumubukal mula sa kaibuturan ng ating sarili dahil sa matinding hirap at pagtitiis. Wala kang mapagsabihan dahil labis na ang kawalan ng pagpapahalaga sa iyo ng ilang tao na dapat sana’y kumilala sa iyong mga pagpapagal at, hindi sa anu pa mang dahilan, ay tumanaw ng utang na loob man lamang sa iyong kagandahang-loob.
Kaya naman natural at hindi mo na rin mapigilan pag-uwal mula sa puso at kalooban mga nararamdaman lalo na sama ng loob maging pagtatampo sa ilang tao. At maski sa Diyos na tila baga walang pakialam sa iyo. Pero ganoon nga ba? Hindi!
Dumaraing tayo sa Diyos kahit tila pakiwari natin malayo siya o walang pakialam dahil wala na tayong ibang matakbuhan kungdi siya na lamang. Hindi masama na tayo ay dumaing sa Diyos at ihayag pagtatampo sa kanya dahil pagiging totoo ito sa sariling nararamdaman.
Dito sa nararamdamang ito rin nakatago ang kagandahan nitong pagdaing na isang panalangin din sapagkat sa bawat hinaing, naroon ang pagsusumamo sa Poong Maykapal na siya lamang ang mayroong magagawa sa atin. Hindi magagalit ang Diyos sa atin dahil batid niya kung baga tayo ay “naglalambing” sa kanya katulad ni Moises sa ilang pagkakataon.
Hindi kaila kay Moises ang iyakan ng lahat ng sambahayan na nakatayo sa pintuan ng kani-kanilang tolda. Nagalit nang labis ang Diyos, kaya nabalisa si Moises. Itinanong ni Moises kay Yahweh, “Bakit ninyo ako isunuong sa ganitong kalaking pasanin? Bakit ninyo ako ginaganito? May nagawa ba akong laban sa inyo? Ako ba ang nagsilang sa kanila? Hindi ko sila kayang alagaang mag-isa. Napakalaki ng gawaing ito para sa akin! Kung ganito rin lamang ang gagawin ninyo sa akin, mabuti pa’y mamatay na ako ngayon din kaysa maghirap nang matagal.”
Bilang 11:10-12, 14-15
Larawan kuha ng may-akda sa may St. Catherine Monastery, Mt. Sinai, Egypt, Mayo 2019.
Tayo ma’y nakapagdrama na rin siguro ng kung ilang ulit tulad ni Moises sa Diyos ng ganito. E, pinansin ba tayo ng Diyos? Siyempre hindi! Bagamat hirap na hirap tayo ngunit, heto pa rin tayo, buhay na buhay!
Ganoon kaganda ang pagdaing – maihinga lang ay naaayos na ang lahat sa atin, gumagaan ating pasanin dahil ang totoo dama natin ang Diyos sa piling natin.
Kapag tayo dumaraing sa Diyos, doon niya tayo tiyak dinirinig dahil doon tayo pinakamalapit sa kanya kay Kristo Jesus doon sa Krus. Tuwing tayo ay batbat ng hirap at sakit lalo na sa mga pula at reklamo ng mga taong tinutulungan at kinakalinga natin, doon tayo nakabayubay sa krus kasama si Jesus at katulad ni Jesus.
Kapag wala tayong narinig kungdi reklamo ng maraming tao sa kabila ng ating pagsisikap para sa kanila, doon tayo nagmamahal na tunay gaya ni Jesus.
Hindi tayo makareklamo kanino man maliban sa Diyos dahil sa ating kaibuturan, batid natin siya lang ating maaasahan. Hindi labi ang nangungusap sa atin kungdi puso at kalooban sa kapangyarihan ng Espiritung Banal gaya ng sinasaad ni San Pablo (Rom. 8:26-27).
Kayo kung ikaw ay pagod na sa bigat ng mga pasanin sa buhay, nabibingi na sa mga reklamo at patutsada ng mga “magagaling” na tao sa paligid mo, chill lang. Okey lang magbuntung-hininga tulad ni Jesus (tingnan Marcos 8:11-13) nang mapuno sa kakulitan ng mga kalaban.
Ibuhos iyong daing, pati luha, sa Diyos na tanging sa ating nakauunawa. Higit sa lahat, nagmamahal at natutuwa dahil sa kabila ng maraming reklamo ng iba, gumaganap tayo sa kanyang misyon at ipinagagawa. Amen.
Larawan kuha ng may-akda sa San Juan, La Union, ika-24 ng Hulyo 2023.
The Lord Is My Chef Daily Recipe for the Soul by Fr. Nicanor F. Lalog II
Thursday in the Seventeenth Week of Ordinary Time, Year I, 03 August 2023
Exodus 40:16-21, 34-38 ><}}}}*> + ><}}}}*> + ><}}}}*> Matthew 13:47-53
Photo by author, San Juan, La Union, 24 July 2023.
God our Father,
it is undeniably true
that days are getting
faster and shorter;
life is quickly passing
without us really realizing;
how crazy we have become
working so hard eight to
ten hours a day, five days
a week only to enjoy life
in less than 24 hours;
we are all in a hurry in a
rat race that has no winner,
wishing we could be older
too soon only to wish later
how we could be young again.
Help us to center our lives
in you again like when your
people were in the wilderness;
let us be aware and mindful
of your presence in our midst
like your tent:
"Whenever the cloud rose
from the Dwelling,
the children of Israel
would set out on their journey.
But if the cloud did not lift,
they would not go forward;
only when it lifted
did they go forward"
(Exodus 40:36-37).
Let us be discerning,
Lord, in our moves,
in our lives "like the head
of the household who brings
from his storeroom
both the new and the old"
(Matthew 13:52);
lead me, Lord,
and do not let me be
led by the world,
by my desires,
by my ego
and pride.
Amen.
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