Category: Music/Spirituality

“He Touches Me” by Lisa Stansfield (2004)

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The Lord Is My Chef Sunday Music
Week XIII-B, 01 July 2018

            When I was still teaching at our diocesan school for girls in Malolos City (ICSM-Metropolis), one of the things I used to tell my students was to never be fooled by a man’s looks and “porma”.  Always look for a man who would truly love you, respect you, care and protect you.  Find a man who really touches you as a person, as a woman.          

He don’t bring me anything but love
He don’t bring me anything but love
If you offered me the stars I would decline
I don’t need ’em I got mine
I don’t know where to start
But I know what’s in my heart
So keep your silver and your gold ’cause I got my man to have and hold

            For this Sunday Music by Lisa Stansfield, imagine that man is Jesus touching you, touching each one of us.  Touching Jesus and being touched by Jesus is always a step into an intimate relationship with Him that calls for faith in us.  But we should not stop at simply touching Jesus – let us be touched by Jesus too!  When we allow Jesus to touch us, then we get in touch also with our true selves.  And when we are in touch with God and with our self, we get in touch with life’s realities and most especially in touch with others.  That is when we are transformed because Jesus had touched us.

No poetry, no diamond ring
No song to sing
He don’t bring me flowers, oh no
But he touches me, he touches me
No crazy dreams, no limousines
He makes me feel I can do anything
And that’s power, oh yeah
When he touches me, he touches me

             In this age when our communications and interactions are always mediated by gadgets and things, we have forgotten the power and impact of personal touch.  What really matters in this life are not only what we can touch like things but those who touch us like family and friends, persons who love and care for us, persons who make us whole. Enjoy Sunday!
I know they’ll say I’m crazy letting you go
Of a man like you
Who seems to have it all
But they don’t see what I see
No, they don’t feel like me
And even…
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“Wichita Lineman” by Glen Campbell (1968)

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The Lord Is My Chef Sunday Music
Week XI-B, 17 June 2018
Father’s Day

            I know.  Our LordMyChefSundayRecipe for today is titled “Sowing the Seeds of Love” from the 1989 hit by Tears for Fears.  But even before I have written that, I already had “Wichita Lineman” in my head as our Sunday Music on this Father’s Day because it best describes every father including me.  Even in this age of wireless communications, people are still essential to enable the proper function of technology that connects people with one another.  There would always be a “lineman” to ensure connectivity.

I am a lineman for the county and I drive the main road
Searchin’ in the sun for another overload
I hear you singin’ in the wire, I can hear you through the whine
And the Wichita Lineman is still on the line.
 
            Every dad, every priest is a lineman, trying to connect people with others and with God.  One of the earliest seeds of my vocation was actually planted by my father without him knowing it.  Even I did not realize it only later in life.  Every morning before leaving for office, I always woke up seeing him in front of our “Cristo Rey” praying.  Upon arrival from work before we would pray the Angelus in front of our grotto, dad would be in front of Cristo Rey again praying.  Until his retirement, he never failed to pray in front of our altar at home.  And now he is gone, I could still feel him praying for me and the family.  Maybe, that is the reason why most fathers die ahead of mothers:  they are the first to go beyond life, to link us with this world and the next world.  They never stop connecting us because a father is always a “lineman”.
I know I need a small vacation but it don’t look like rain
And if it snows that stretch down south won’t ever stand the strain
And I need you more than want you, and I want you for all time
And the Wichita Lineman is still on the line.
 
            Real fatherhood is 24/7, thinking more of the children than one’s self.  Above all, it is keeping the lifeline open, near or far, all the time because of love.  Hail to all the dads and Rev. Fathers here and above us in heaven.  Amen. Fr. Nicanor F. Lalog II, Parokya ni San Juan Apostol at Ebanghelista, Gov. F. Halili Ave., Bagbaguin, Sta. Maria, Bulacan 3022
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