Advent is patient transformation to joy

Lord My Chef Sunday Recipe for the Soul by Fr. Nicanor F. Lalog II
Third Sunday in Advent-A (Gaudete Sunday), 14 December 2025
Isaiah 35:1-6, 10 ><}}}}*> James 5:7-10 ><}}}}*> Matthew 11:2-11
Photo by author, December 2019.

Our churches are bursting in hues of pink this Third Sunday of Advent rejoicing not only in the fast approaching Christmas but most especially in the Lord’s Second Coming already happening in our midst.

Like John the Baptist in today’s gospel who was imprisoned at the time, we could feel in our own waiting for Jesus his saving presence in the many good things happening within us and around us.

When John the Baptist heard in prison of the works of the Christ, he sent his disciples to Jesus with the question, “Are you the one who is to come, or should we look for another?” Jesus said to them in reply, “Go and tell John what you hear and see: the blind regain their sight, the lame walk, lepers are cleansed, the deaf hear, the dead are raised, and the poor have the good news proclaimed to them” (Matthew 11:2-5).

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Remember our reflection last Sunday of John’s preaching in the desert of Jordan signifying our own desert where amid the dryness and emptiness Jesus comes to us, Jesus is most present with us and in us. That is because more than an imagery of nothingness and death, the desert signifies too our intimacy with God. Many times in life, God brings us or allows us to get lost in our own desert to experience his intimacy with us, his immense love for us because when we are sufficient and strong, we rarely feel him nor even desire him. But, when we are like in a desert with nothing, that is when we long for God, and most especially feel him present.

That is why every prophet in the Bible including our Lord Jesus Christ frequented the desert and wilderness to show their intimacy and communion with God. The desert is thus transformed into a greenery filled with life like what Isaiah prophesied in the first reading today:

The desert and the parched land will exult; the steppe will rejoice and bloom. They will bloom with abundant flowers, and rejoice with joyful song. The glory of Lebanon will be given them, the splendor of Carmel and Sharon; they will see the glory of the Lord, the splendor of our God… Then will the eyes of the blind be opened, the ears of the deaf be cleared; then will the lame leap like a stag, then the tongue of the dumb will sing (Isaiah 35:1-2, 5-6).

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See now the transformations found in our readings: in the last two Sundays we heard Isaiah speaking of the dried and barren desert but today he spoke of its transformation into a lush and verdant stretch of land; in the gospel we find John still in the desert, firm and unchanging in his preaching though his situation had changed a lot.

Last Sunday John was freely proclaiming the coming of the Christ in the desert as he sternly warned the Pharisees and Sadducees of their judgment; this Sunday, John was still in the desert but imprisoned awaiting death when he reproached King Herod in taking his brother Philip’s wife Herodias. But despite that clear danger daily hanging on his head, John was not disturbed at all as he patiently awaited the coming of the Messiah that he sent emissaries to Jesus to ask if he is already the Christ.

Here we find something so human in John the Baptist, so much like us when we sort of doubt ourselves not because we lack faith but simply we just want to be sure of what we are hearing, what we have seen, of what God is really doing.

Photo by author, December 2021.

Let it be clear: like John, most often we doubt ourselves not really God when things happen not according to our plans or expectations. Inasmuch as life is a mystery, God is more mysterious! Most of the time, we cannot understand his ways because he moves so differently, even unpredictably from what we know and expect.

Perhaps, John had a different scenario in his mind about the arrival of the Messiah like in the Old Testament tradition of judgment day, of action-packed events punishing evil people. Recall how called the Pharisees and Sadducees “You brood of vipers…Even now the ax lies at the root of the trees. Therefore every tree that does not bear good fruit will be cut down and thrown into the fire (Mt.3:10). 

But something totally different was happening at that time as he heard while in prison – many people and their lives were being transformed. John realized something deeper than expected was going on in Judea and Galilee. And when his emissaries relayed to him the reply of Jesus, John realized that indeed the Christ he was proclaiming had arrived in Jesus. As a prophet well-versed with the scriptures, John found Jesus as the fulfillment of the prophecy by Isaiah when the blind can see, the lame can walk, dead are raised and the good news proclaimed to the poor.

It must have been a Nunc Dimittis experience of Simeon for John that soon enough, he died a martyr ahead of his Lord and Master Jesus Christ. John indeed prepared the way of the Lord in his birth and in his death, showing us the importance of patience in awaiting Christ and in experiencing the joy in his coming.

Be patient, brothers and sisters, until the coming of the Lord. See how the farmer waits for the precious fruit of the earth, being patient with it until it receives the early an the late rains. You too must be patient. Make your hearts firm, because the coming of the Lord is at hand (James 5:7-8).

Photo by author, December 2020

Before the COVID pandemic, my brother and I used to rest at Camp John Hay in Baguio where he would buy in one of the shops there a line of local and organic perfumes. His favorite scent was called “Patience” but one time when we went there, it had ran out of stock that he said wryly, “maski ba naman pabango na patience, wala na rin?”

So true! Patience seems to have been almost extinct in this age of instants. Nobody wants to be patient anymore especially if one can have almost everything instantly. Even during the time of the early church, people have been impatient in life that St. James wrote them on the importance of patience in our journey of faith, in awaiting the Lord’s return.

From the Latin word patior that means to suffer, patience is a kind of suffering, of bearing the pain of waiting especially over a long period of time that we doubt if it is still worth the waiting at all. But we fail to “see” or realize as St. James pointed out like the farmer that waiting is never passive nor empty; there is always something wonderful happening that we do not see like the germination, growth and blooming of crops and plants. The more patient we are, the more suffering in waiting, the greater always the joy that comes when our waiting is finally fulfilled!

Advent teaches us this third Sunday that we need to be patient for waiting itself is a holy ground where we experience God’s coming and intimacy. Though patience tests our limits, it transforms us too!

Think of the stalactites and stalagmites in caves formed millions of years by drops of water. Or the great natural wonders of earth that took thousands of years of formation, transformation. Most of all, our very selves. Who we are and what we are today are long years of patient efforts to be healthy or successful or simply be alive. And that’s a great reason to rejoice.

Photo by author, December 2020.

Patience is so difficult to practice like in our daily experiences of horrendous traffic everywhere but with patience, we arrive at our destination. Patience transforms us into better persons and disciples of Jesus, enabling us to rejoice no matter what is the situation we are into. It is in the midst of sufferings and waiting, of patience and impatience that Jesus calls us to experience his silent and steady presence resting upon us like the rains every farmer is so familiar with. Our joy is doubled, becoming a rejoicing when we practice patience in our endeavors, in life itself.

Let me end this reflection with a quotation I memorized as a child on the wall of our former family dentist’s office in Meycauayan, Bulacan that said:

Time is fast for people who rush;
time is slow for people who wait;
time is not for people who love.

The most loving persons are also the most patient ones. Always. And first among them is Jesus Christ who patiently awaits us to return to him so we can experience his joy. Amen. Have a joyful week ahead!

Praying for the patience of Job

The Lord Is My Chef Daily Recipe for the Soul by Fr. Nicanor F. Lalog II
Thursday in the Twenty-sixth Week of Ordinary Time, Year II, 03 October 2024
Job 19:21-27 <*((((>< + ><))))*> Luke 10:1-12
Photo by Mr. Jay Javier, 07 September 2024.
God our loving Father:
Grant me the "patience of Job".
Like him, everyday I go through many
trials and sufferings:
some are of my own-making,
some can be explained and understood,
but most often,
many of them are a mystery,
beyond explanations,
beyond comprehension.
Yes, Lord:
many times I have so many
questions in life that are left
unanswered but like Job,
I believe You alone knows
everything I am going through,
especially the pains and hurts,
the difficulties and hardships.

But as for me, I know that my Vindicator lives, and that he will at last stand forth upon the dust; Whom I myself shall see: my own eyes, not another’s, shall behold him, And from my flesh I shall see God: my inmost being is consumed with longing (Job 19:25-27).

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Lord Jesus Christ:
Thank you for calling me,
for sending me into your
great harvest;
how lovely are your words,
"The harvest is abundant
but the laborers are few;
so ask the master
to send out laborers
for his harvest" (Matthew 10:2);
so many times,
we think the solution to our
problems are found in things
without knowing nor realizing
what we need are more people
willing to labor with somebody else's
pains and hurts,
people willing to labor
for people so lost in the mysteries
of life saddled with many things
without clear explanations
except to be patient like Job,
trusting that in the end,
our vindication is in You.
Amen.

And the greatest is love…

The Lord Is My Chef Daily Recipe for the Soul by Fr. Nicanor F. Lalog II
Wednesday in the Twenty-fourth Week of Ordinary Time, Year II, 18 September 2024
1 Corinthians 12:31-13:13 <*{{{{>< + ><}}}}*> Luke 7:31-35
Photo by author, 20 August 2024.
What a lovely Wednesday
today, O God our merciful Father!
Thank you for this wonderful moment,
thank you for your presence,
thank you for the gift of life.
Thank you for the love.
St. Paul tells us today
that love is the greatest
of all your gifts,
O God
because no amount of
goodness and giftedness
will ever be worthy
without love.
And what is love?

Love is.
That is,
being present always.
Never absent.

Love happens in the present moment,
never in the past nor the future.

That is why
love is patient,
love is kind,
love is not jealous,
love is not pompous,
love is not inflated,
love is not rude,
love is not self-interested,
love is not quick-tempered,
love does not brood over injury,
love does not rejoice over wrongdoing,
love rejoices with the truth,
love bears all things,
love believes all things,
love hopes all things,
love endures all things
(1 Corinthians 13:4-7)
because precisely,
love is always in present tense.
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Jesus said to the crowds: “Then to what shall I compare the people of this generation? What are they like? They are the children who sit in the marketplace and call to one another, ‘We played the flute for you, but you did not dance. We sang a dirge, but you did not weep'” (Luke 7:31-32).

Forgive us, dear Jesus
for being loveless,
always missing
every moment to love,
missing every chance
to be kind to others,
for desiring and having
always the best intentions
but never having
even the the smallest
kind deeds for anyone;
let us live in every present moment,
that thin line between
here and now
called present
which is the other word
for gift.

Let us live,
O Lord,
in love,
finding and cherishing
the gift of every presence
right here,
right now.
By being
a gift too
to others
in You.
Amen.
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Nanay Sta. Monica

Quiet Storm by Fr. Nicanor F. Lalog II, 27 August 2024
Photo of St. Monica from the cover of the book “St. Monica Club: How to Wait, Hope and Pray For Your Fallen-away Loved Ones by Maggie Green, Sophia Institute Press, 2019.

Today we celebrate the Memorial of St. Monica, mother of St. Augustine. She has always been associated with her son Augustine who is considered as one of the great saints of the Church with so much impact in our theology and almost every Catholic teaching. It was through the prayers and many sacrifices by St. Monica that St. Augustine was converted to Christianity who eventually became a priest then later as Bishop and Doctor of the Church. That is why during the Vatican II reforms of the liturgy, her memorial celebration was moved from May 4 to August 27, a day before St. Augustine’s memorial too.

Next to the Blessed Virgin Mary, St. Monica is perhaps the best example of motherhood beyond compare. Patron saint not only of wives and mothers, St. Monica is also the Patroness of those seeking patience and victims of abuse.

Most probably, stories about her suffering in silence in being married to an abusive and philandering pagan husband named Patricius were “overextended” to the extent we Filipinos got a very wrong impression of a “martyr” as being a wife who willingly bears without complaints the abuses by her husband.

St. Monica was very far from that kind of “martyr” but was in fact a “martyr” to the truest sense of its meaning from the Greek word martyria that means to witness Jesus Christ. Witnessing for Christ by bearing sufferings does not mean allowing one’s self to be abused freely by anyone; witnessing for Christ is primarily living a life centered on Jesus in prayers that flow into good works and holiness. Martyrdom is overcoming evil with goodness that is why many times, it ends with death – but, it is not as a defeat but as a triumph that leads to conversion of sinners and unbelievers, exactly how Christianity spread before and until now wherever Christians are persecuted.

According to St. Augustine’s own account in his book Confessions, although domestic abuse was prevalent during their time, their ill-tempered father never beat their mother. Her daily prayers especially her frequent going to the Mass with so many acts of charities to the poor irritated their father Patricius and yet led him to respect St. Monica. Eventually, her prayer life that found expressions in her almsgiving and kindness to everyone won the heart of Patricius, calmed his violent tendencies until he finally converted to Christianity before his death.

Before calming and converting her husband, St. Monica first won over her equally difficult to deal with mother-in-law! So, for those having problems with in-laws, St. Monica is the go-to saint for you!

But it is not that easy at all. We need to do the efforts, to cultivate a prayer life and allow God to work in us in order to grow in faith, hope, and love as well as the virtues especially patience. All these aspects of her faith flowed in her remaining so sweet and gentle despite her problematic husband and three children (whom Patricius refused to be baptized as Christians) that she was able to exercise a good influence over abused wives and suffering mothers who were so moved by St. Monica’s example.

Now here is the funny thing that most likely mothers and wives today would surely laugh at – St. Monica’s advise: “If you can master your tongue, not only do you run less risk of being beaten, but perhaps you may even, one day, make your husband better.”

Huwag daw po kuda nang kuda, mga Nanay at mga Misis…

Having spent most of my 26 years as a priest ministering to students and young people (exactly 17 years and counting), I used to tell them how often our mothers’ nagging is actually their love language; they may be saying a lot even without thinking at all but that’s because they love us, they care for us. That is why I find it amazing, so prophetic when Filipino mothers speak the same thing when children come home, hurt and beaten after not listening to their words of caution: “Sinasabi ko na nga ba…!”

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Many times, mothers are prophetic; listen to whatever they may be saying because so often, they tell the truth. About us or of then people we go out with.

One thing I miss these days after my mom’s death in May are her words of love and wisdom as well as her nagging with accompanying threats (tatamaan ka sa akin or lalayasan ko kayo). Psychologists say that is wrong for parents to threaten their kids. I don’t really know but from my own experience those were perfectly examples of tough love that made us strong.

Now Mommy or Mamu as we called her since becoming a grandma is gone, no one reminds us or nags us anymore. And the worst part of that is, you have no one to make sumbong. We have lost somebody willing listen to all of our kuda.

That I think makes every mother to suffer a lot because they keep so many of her children’s pains and hurts, including anger and complaints in their hearts: many times they explain but we refuse to listen, accusing her of bias and favoritism. There are times she would say “hayaan mo na lang anak”… she would be talking and talking again of many things.

Every Nanay is a Sta. Monica, suffering in silence because she has always been loving us in silence. Truly, when a mother dies, our links are never cut off from her as if the umbilical cord remains intact. And wireless up to heaven. How funny that we complain often our our mother’s nagging and endless talking but when she becomes silent, we miss her. Now because we are sure she loves us so much.

Sharing with you this most beautiful tribute of four brothers to their Nanay I found last night in the internet now with 4M views. Pray for all mothers today, thank God for their great gift of life.

https://www.facebook.com/share/v/SJHtTEMdeiPdESJh/?mibextid=KsPBc6

We are never empty & alone when waiting patiently even in the dark

The Lord Is My Chef Sunday recipe for the Soul by Fr. Nicanor F. Lalog II
First Sunday in the Season of Advent, Cycle B, 03 December 2023
Isaiah 63:16-17, 19; 64:2-7 ><}}}*> 1 Corinthians 1:3-9 ><}}}*> Mark 13:33-37
Photo by author, National Shrine of Our Lady of Fatima, 08 December 2022.

I was literally waiting the “advent” or coming of my doctors last Thursday as I wrote this homily for this first Sunday of Advent, the new year in our Church calendar. It was a hazy morning with some drizzle when I arrived for my doctors’ appointments.

But, it was a graceful moment too as I rediscovered the virtue of patience by being a patient myself again.

Sick people are called patients precisely because healing requires a lot of patience. Tons of patience in fact, especially if we are incapacitated or too weak to move. And the most difficult part of patience is waiting, from the simple waiting for doctors and nurses, waiting for the end of the day to waiting for our complete healing until we are well again.

Photo by author, First Sunday of Advent 2021, Basic Education Department, Our Lady of Fatima University, Valenzuela City.

The difficult part of waiting is that we are so conscious of time which we find to be flowing so slowly, making us irritable even doubtful if ever the one we are awaiting would ever come or materialize at all. That is why patience has become a virtue so rare these days.

Many people reject, even abhor patience in this age of instants when everybody wants to bear fruit but resent how it takes time to ripen. We want to have everything now na! We do not want to wait because we are no longer contented with whatever comes to us so that we advance our salaries and buy things in credit cards. Worst is this notorious practice of advancing public holidays to other dates closest to weekends to have “long weekend” celebrations. Even Christmas is not spared from our impatience! See how malls and local government buildings, homes and radio stations could not wait after the Halloween with all the lighting of Christmas trees and decors everywhere.

Unknown to us, we are robbing ourselves of very essence of the event of Christ’s coming to us when we manipulate time and its natural flow. When we lose patience, we stop waiting, then we miss the essence of life, of persons, of everything because we think waiting is being empty.

That is not true! Waiting is never empty. On the contrary, waiting is actually fullness because the very fact that we wait means we have.

Photo by author, lanterns for sale in San Fernando, Pampanga, November 2020.

When we were growing up, we loved waiting for dad’s coming home from work. We were filled with joy the moment we heard jeepneys stopping, hoping it was dad. Even if he would come home later in the evening when it was dark, we always felt so sure and excited of his arrival with pasalubong because he was always in our hearts.

That is the greatest joy of patient waiting – it is fullness of love due to our relationships. People who can’t wait, who are impatient are often loners, even complainers because they always feel empty within without any regard at all for relationships. Most likely, they have no relationships at all!

Photo by author, lanterns for sale in San Fernando, Pampanga, November 2020.

The first reading reminds us of this great beauty of patient waiting, of already having God himself within us with Isaiah calling God “our father, our redeemer” that both indicate kinship and relationships with him.

You, Lord, are our father, our redeemer you are named forever.

Isaiah 63:16

Very notable is the word “redeemer” that is go’el in the Hebrew language – the family relative who pays off debts or redeems a foreclosed property so that their family or tribe could keep it.

That is exactly what Jesus came for – to redeem us, to ransom us from our debt we could not repay God which is love. By dying on the Cross, Jesus saved us, redeemed us from the clutches of death and evil to be filled with life again. And that is why he is coming again to ultimately vanish all evil and sin to bring us to new heaven and new earth.

Physically we do not see Jesus but realistically, spiritually, we are certain he is with us, within us. Therefore, our waiting for him is never empty but always full of Jesus precisely due to the relationship we have in him and with him.

Photo by author, Advent 2019 in our former parish.

Waiting for Jesus is an expression of our faith. And we wait with him, just like the apostles in the agony of the garden. Notice how Mark narrated to us this calls for being watchful by Jesus; unlike Matthew, Mark mentions the time of Christ’s coming – at night.

Jesus said to his disciples: “Be watchful! Be alert! You do not know when the time will come… whether in the evening, or at midnight, or at cockcrow, or in the morning. May he not come suddenly and find you sleeping. What I say to you, I say to all: ‘Watch!'”

Mark 13:33, 35-37

This may be a minute detail for us but not for Mark who was the first to write the gospel of Jesus which happens to be the shortest and most concise. Night time in the Bible evokes darkness when evil seems to dominate the time which we continue to think of in the present.

But, we are children of light as St. Paul reminds us in one of his letters. And this Sunday he assures us in the second reading that “God is faithful” who “called us to fellowship” in him through Jesus Christ (1 Cor. 1:9). Let us not be afraid of the dark and long waiting for Jesus because he had conquered it when he walked on water, when he stilled the storm in the sea, when he rose again on Easter. Do not forget too that Jesus was born during the darkest night of the year, a reminder and assurance to us that no matter how dark our lives may be, Jesus is near, Jesus is here. So, have no fear in him, our brother and kin who had saved us!

Photo by author, Advent 2019 in our former parish.

Watch and be on guard on Christ’s coming and presence in darkness because too often, we are the ones who miss the Lord. Keep in mind that it is at night, it is in darkness when it is best to believe in the light. Here, we again find that waiting even in darkness in never empty because that is when we are so sure there would be great light bursting forth soon as Isaiah had prophesied that was eventually fulfilled in Jesus Christ. Sometimes, we get bored even impatient or sleepy waiting for Jesus like the five wise virgins who brought extra oil waiting for the groom to arrive. The key is to remain in Jesus, only Jesus, always Jesus as we pray like John the Beloved, Maranatha, “Come, Lord Jesus!” Amen.

Ang kalabisan (at katatawanan)ng long weekend

Lawiswis Ng Salita ni P. Nicanor F. Lalog II, Ika-01 ng Disyembre 2023
Larawan kuha ni G. Jay Javier, shooting ng pelikula sa Fort Santiago.

Madalas kong biruin mga kaibigan at kakilala lalo na sa social media na magtanong kung ano ang “long weekend”? Mula kasi nang maging pari ako, nilimot ko na ang salitang weekend dahil sa mga araw nito – Sabado at Linggo – ang aming gawain at gampanin sa simbahan. Inaasahan kami ng mga tao na makakasama nila tuwing weekend kaya naman lahat ng pagtitipon sa pamilya at mga kaibigan ay tinatapat namin sa ordinaryong araw upang ako ay makadalo.

Ngunit kung tutuusin, wala naman talagang weekend dahil hindi naman natatapos o nagwawakas – end – ang sanlinggo. Kaisipang Amerikano ang weekend kaya meron silang bukambibig na TGIF, Thank God It’s Friday na kung kailan natatapos o nagwawakas (end) lahat ng trabaho at opisina upang maglibang ng Sabado at Linggo, weekend. Pagkatapos ng weekend, kayod muli mula Lunes hanggang Biyernes.

Sa kabilang dako para sa ating mga Kristiyano, ang Linggo ang unang araw ng sanlinggo at hindi ito nagwawakas ng Biyernes o Sabado. Tingnan ninyong mabuti: Linggo, Lunes, Martes, Miyerkules, Huwebes, Biyernes, Sabado, Linggo ulit!

Ulit lang nang ulit ang isang linggo kada araw ng Linggo, ang Araw ng Panginoon o Dies Domini sa wikang Latin kung kailan tayo obligadong magsimba bilang alaala at pagpapaging-ganap ng Misterio Pascua ng Panginoong Jesus, ang kanyang pagpapakasakit, pagkamatay at muling pagkabuhay.

Iyan ang buhay din natin na ang kaganapan ay sa Langit na wala nang wakas kungdi buhay na walang hanggan. Ito ang dahilan mayroon tayong tinatawag na octaves of Christmas at Easter, ang walong-araw ng Kapaskuhan ng Pagsilang at ng Pagkabuhay muli ni Jesus.

Oo nga at mayroong pitong araw sa isang linggo, ngunit ipinakikita sa atin lalo ng Pasko ng Muling Pagkabuhay ni Jesus ang walang hanggang buhay sa ikawalong araw na pumapatak na Linggo palagi, ang Divine Mercy Sunday. Kung Pasko ng Pagsilang, papatak ito palagi ng Dakilang Kapistahan ni Maria, Ina ng Diyos ng Enero Primero na siyang ating ipinagdiriwang at hindi Bagong Taon kasi nga po Unang Linggo ng Adbiyento ang ating bagong taon sa Simbahan.

Tumpak din naman at may katotohanan ang awitin nina John, Paul, George at Ringo ng Beatles na “eight days a week, I lo—-ve you! Eight days a week, I lo—-ve you!

Snapshot mula sa post ni Kier Ofrasio sa Facebook, 30 Nobyembre 2023.

Kaya naman isang malaking kalokohan at kabaliwan itong naisipan noong panahon ni PGMA na ilipat mga piyesta opisyal sa Biyernes o Lunes upang magkaroon ng long weekend. Para daw sa ekonomiya. Sa madaling sabi, para sa pera.

Kuwarta. Kuwarta. At kuwarta pa rin ang usapan, hindi ba?

Nasaan na ang pagsasariwa ng diwa ng mga piyesta upisyal natin bilang isang sambayanan?

Pati ba naman kaarawan o kamatayan ng mga bayani natin na matapos maghandog ng buhay sa atin ay dadayain pa rin natin upang pagkakitaan?

Fer, fer! For real!

Bukod sa materyalismo, mayroon ding masamang implikasyon itong long weekend na ito sa ating moralidad at iyan ay ang kawalan natin ng matiyagang paghihintay – ang pagpapasensiya.

Lahat advanced sa atin. Hindi tayo makapaghintay sa araw ng suweldo. Kaya, vale dito, vale doon. Loan dito, loan doon. At hindi biro ang dami ng mga kababayan nating nasira ang buhay dahil sa pagkaubos ng kabuhayan nang malulong sa maling pag-gamit ng credit cards kung saan totoong-totoo ang kasabihang, “buy now, suffer later”. Kaya, heto ngayon, pati piyesta upisyal ina-advance natin!

Maaring nagkasiyahan tayo sa long weekend ngunit, lubos nga ba ating katuwaan at kagalakan? Napagyaman ba nito ating katauhan at mga ugnayan? O, nabaon lang tayo sa utang lalo ng kahangalan?

Larawan ng walang galawang trapik sa McArthur Highway mula sa Facebook ni Kier Ofrasio, 30 Nobyembre 2023.

Katawa-tawa tayong mga Pinoy simula nang mauso long weekend. Sa haba at tagal ng ating lockdown noong pandemya, long weekend pa rin sigaw natin?

Dapat siguro baguhin na ating taguring na Juan dela Cruz at gawing Juan Tamad.

O, Juan Tanga gaya nang naranasan noong a-trenta nang isara ng mga magagaling ang Monumento. Winalanghiya mga maralita at manggagawa na ipinaglaban ni Gat. Andres Bonifacio noong himagsikan na siyang dahilan kaya ating ipinagdiriwang kanyang kapanganakan noong ika-30 ng Nobyembre 1863.

Kung baga sa Inggles, iyon ang “the short of long weekend, an exercise in futility. And stupidity.” Sana magwakas na gawaing ito na dati naman ay wala sa ating kamalayan. Salamuch po!

The ones we miss most

The Lord Is My Chef Daily Recipe for the Soul by Fr. Nicanor F. Lalog II
Friday, Memorial of St. Leo the Great, Pope & Doctor of the Church, 10 November 2023
Romans 15:14-21 ><]]]]’> + ><]]]]’> + ><]]]]’> Luke 16:1-8
Photo by author, San Juan, La Union, July 2023.
I just realized today,
God our Father,
how the word “miss”
has a variety of meanings:
as something we failed or
something or someone we remember
or, someone or something we
forget and neglected.
How sad that very often,
the people we miss -
those we forget,
even taken for granted
because they are common,
are those nearest to us like
family and friends,
those in our inner circles.

Thus I aspire to proclaim the Gospel not where Christ has already been named, so that I do not build on another’s foundation, but as it is written: Those who have never been told of him shall see, and those who have never heard of him shall understand.

Romans 15:20-21
Is it not so funny that the 
ones we meet inside the church
every day and every Sunday are
also the very ones who are
like us - evangelized or simply
know Jesus and his teachings;
but, where are the rest?
the unchurched?
the ones we say who must hear the
good news?
Lord Jesus Christ,
teach us to be wise like
that steward in your parable today:
to save face and himself, he went to
see his master’s debtors he himself
must have missed,
disregarded and never given any
importance at all because they
were common, below him in stature;
let us realize like that shrewd steward,
like St. Paul to look for those we
miss most because of proximity
and ordinariness; they could be our
family members who have stopped praying
or celebrating Mass
or those living closest to our church
or chapel and have lost interest in the
sacraments and liturgy
or former colleagues in the ministry
who have lapsed in their practice
of faith.
Let us go out today
to find them and make them
feel and experience they are
loved,
they are missed most
in Christ Jesus.
Amen.

When minus is a plus

The Lord Is My Chef Daily Recipe for the Soul by Fr. Nicanor F. Lalog II
Thursday, Feast of the Exaltation of the Cross, 14 September 2023
Numbers 21:4-9 ><}}}}*> Philippians 2:6-11 ><}}}}*> John 3:13-17
Photo by author, 02 September 2023.

With their patience worn out by the journey, the people complained against God and Moses…

Numbers 21:4
Forgive us,
 God our Father,
for always complaining
even challenging you
when things get
difficult and rough
for us in life;
forgive us,
merciful Father
when our patience
is worn out
by life's journey
that we forget all
your good works,
not seeing the long
distances we have
covered,
the rivers we have crossed,
and mountains and hills
we have overcome
with you,
through you,
in you.

Brothers and sisters: Christ Jesus, though he was in the form of God, did not regard equality with God something to be grasped. Rather, he emptied himself, taking the form of a slave, coming in human likeness; and found human in appearance, he humbled himself, becoming obedient to death, even death on a cross.

Philippians 2:6-8
Empty our hearts
of our pride,
Lord Jesus Christ
and fill us
with your humility,
justice,
and love;
make us realize
Jesus that it is in
being empty
and detached
when we are truly free
and hence, more faithful
and loving without
any encumbersome
or excess baggages
that bog us down
in moving on in life.

For God so loved the world that he gave his only Son, so that anyone who believes in him might not perish but might have eternal life.

John 3:16
Let me love
like you,
dear God:
a love that seeks
relationships
and connections
not isolation
nor self-sufficiency;
let me love
like Jesus,
a love rooted in the Father,
a love that is more than a feeling
but a decision,
a choice made daily,
affirmed in actions of
fidelity and kindness,
obedience and trust;
let me love
like you, O God:
a love that gives life,
other-centered,
veritable/truthful,
and enduring.

Let me love my Cross,
Jesus,
to let me lose
everything in you
and for you
in order to gain
life and you.
Amen.

Waiting for God who is waiting for us

The Lord Is My Chef Daily Recipe for the Soul by Fr. Nicanor F. Lalog II
Monday, Memorial of St. Ignatius of Loyola, Priest, 31 July 2023
Exodus 32:15-24, 30-34   <*((((>< + ><))))*>   Matthew 13:31-35
Photo by author Camp John Hay, Baguio City, 12 July 2023.
Glory and praise to you,
God our loving Father,
our Lord and Master,
our Origin and Home;
thank you for the gift
of St. Ignatius of Loyola
who taught us through his
"Spiritual Exercises" 
to truly pray by seeking
you and only you alone.
Teach me, O Lord, 
to be patient
and persevering
in my prayer life,
to never be contented
with mere feelings and
self-absorption that are 
manipulative like what your people
felt at the foot of Mount Sinai
while awaiting Moses; 
let me be at home
with desolation and dryness,
being still when nothing seems to happen,
 finding you when you seem nowhere,
desiring you most while amid
all of these like in awaiting the
sprouting of a mustard seed
or the leavening of bread
in Christ's parable. 
Many times we feel
we are awaiting you, God 
when actually it is you who
awaits us always to experience
you and your presence,
your love and mercy
if we could just be still and 
silent.  Amen.

St. Ignatius of Loyola,
Pray for us.

Our commitment to God

The Lord Is My Chef Daily Recipe for the Soul by Fr. Nicanor F. Lalog II
Tuesday in the Seventh Week of Ordinary Time, Year I, 21 February 2023
Sirach 2:1-11   ><0000'> + ><0000'> + ><0000'>   Mark 9:30-37
Photo by author, 09 February 2023.
On this final day
of Ordinary Time
as we begin tomorrow
our Lenten journey into
Easter, we pray to you,
God our loving Father,
to give us the grace to stay
committed to you in your Son
Jesus Christ.
In this journey of life
which is characterized by the
40 days of Lent,
let us be focused on the words
and teachings, and life of your Son
Jesus Christ.
Let us stay committed in him,
in you like a child to his father.

They came to Capernaum and, once inside the house, he began to ask them, “What were you arguing about on the way?” But they remained silent. They had been discussing among themselves on the way who was the greatest.

Mark 9:33-34
Like the psalmist today,
we pray that we may commit
our lives to you, Lord;
let us heed the teachings of
Ben Sirach to "prepare ourselves
for trials" by being "sincere of heart
and steadfast, listening to your words"
and most especially, to "wait on God
with patience, cling to him, forsake him not"
(Sirach 2:1-2, 3).
May we truly prepare ourselves
this day internally for tomorrow's
Ash Wednesday so that we may
focus more on God than on ourselves
and on the externalities of the
rich rituals of Lent
meant to touch our hearts
and soul in order to find
you in our brothers and
sisters.

Let that be our commitment
to you today
and always.
Amen.