Lord My Chef Daily Recipe for Soul by Fr. Nicanor F. Lalog II Monday, Feast of the Dedication of the Lateran Basilica, 09 November 2026 Ezekiel 47:1-2, 8-9, 12 ><}}}}*> 1 Corinthians 3:9-16-17 ><}}}}*> John 2:13-22
Photo by author, Cathedral of the Our Lady of Pillar, Imus, Cavite, 27 October 2026.
Let your zeal for your house consume me, Lord Jesus!
On this feast of the dedication of the St. John Lateran Basilica which is the "mother and head of all churches of Rome and the world", I pray for a thorough cleansing of ourselves and of the Church from the inside; as I pray on that scene when you "made a whip out of cords and drove out all the money changers with their tables" along with the animals and doves being sold there, I see the present situation of your Church, Jesus; yes, we have made the Father's house a marketplace - everything has become a business because we are so afraid of having less, of being poor, of going hungry and thirsty that is why we have gravitated towards the rich and powerful, including corrupt politicians we love rubbing elbows with totally forgetting the poor and the hungry, the very people themselves we are meant to serve we have actually detached from.
Cleanse our very hearts, Jesus, for we your clergy are your vessels and instruments to make known your gospel but sadly we have become so busy with so many other works we have justified, leaving us without time with you in personal, daily prayers that have made our celebrations of the Mass empty, becoming selective in dispensing the sacraments especially Confession and Anointing while our lives drift apart from your ways, we becoming the influencer, the star.
Reignite our zeal for your Church, Jesus that we finally make a firm stand against sin and evils perpetrated by brothers hiding in cassocks and vestments; we pray for every bishop not to dilly dally in their being teachers of faith that they may defend always the teachings of the Church instead of being accommodating with the ways of the world; we pray for every bishop to use their staff in disciplining wayward priests while being fair and just with all their priests.
Let us overturn, Jesus, the systemic culture of silence among us your priests so that we may walk our talks, do away with clericalism and petty turf wars that bloated our ego to forget our calling to bring life and joy to those suffering and in pain especially those at the margins. Amen.
Quiet Storm by Fr. Nicanor F. Lalog II, 20 October 2026
Detail of the fingers of Adam and God “connecting” in Michaelangelo’s “Creation” painting at the Sistine Chapel in the Vatican; from commons.wikimedia.org.
This piece is long overdue but recent events in my life, though so simple, convinced me to finally put into words my thoughts about connection and connecting.
We are all created to connect as Michaelangelo perfectly portrayed in his painting of the Creation at the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel in the Vatican which is widely used in many ads, from Levi’s jeans to every major telephone companies around the world.
Because, with connections, we live, we prosper, we grow. Without it, we decay. Then die.
Michaelangelo’s “Creation” painting, the Sistine Chapel in the Vatican; from commons.wikimedia.org.
According to a recent TED talk episode I have seen, the top leading predictor for longevity in life is the kind of relationships or connections we keep in life. In a study of thousands of people from different backgrounds, it was found that people actively connected, actively interacting with others are the ones who live longest. The study ranked obesity and smoking way below as predictors of longevity; so, keep connecting, clicking wine glasses and beer pitchers with friends and relatives!
Any break in connections is an indication of separation and isolation. Of sin, most of all. That is why, any relationship on the rocks or had gone sour is always marked by cold silence among family and friends, even plain acquaintances. You see them suddenly not talking to each other, refusing to eat together, even avoiding to look at each other.
Photo by author, St. Michael Retreat House, Antipolo City, July 2026.
Many times our connections happen unconsciously. Or serendipitously where magic often happens, like love at first sight perhaps. It can happen with people we casually take as one of the guys, one of those ordinary folks we meet daily in work or in the neighborhood.
Last Sunday I was invited by one of our drivers in the University to attend his birthday party thrown by his elder sisters in a restaurant in Bulacan near our home. It turned out that weeks before his birthday, he had asked some people in the office to invite me because he was too shy to ask me personally; but, everyone told him malabo pumunta si Father, busy yun kasi Sunday.
But, he tried his luck when we bumped into each other at the lobby of our building one afternoon, blurting out in successive words his invitation with quick excuses that he would ot mind at all if I am so busy and tired. Because it would be his 60th birthday, I assured him I would come.
And glad that I came, even so late.
It was only then when I learned of his life story as he cried expressing his fervent wish to be reunited with his wife and children. One of his friends thanked me as I left the party, saying how Rollie was deeply happy and affirmed, kahit na isang driver lang siya,pinuntahan siya ng isang pari. The following Monday, we met again at the lobby, he shook my hands and warmly expressed his gratitude to my coming to his party that made his elder sisters so happy too.
That’s when I realized how it mattered a lot to him. I have experienced it so many times in my 28 years of priesthood, of how people look up to us priests that it was an honor for them to receive us as their guests. This is most true with those with less in life, saying the same lines over and over, mabuti naman po Father pinuntahan ninyo kami maski mahirap lang kami. People like it most when we priests connect with them no matter what is their situation in life, when we smell like them our sheep as Pope Francis would always say of us priests.
Many times, we take our connections for granted, taking them as so simple with no big deal at all but for some, it means the whole world for them because every connection leads to joy and freedom: the joy of acceptance, the joy of friendships that make us realize that we do not have to pretend to be somebody else, to be free and be our true selves because we are accepted and appreciated. Most of all, because of feeling connected, we feel not alone, always with somebody at our side, giving us the strength to forge on in life even when everything seems to be dark and bleak, difficult and fearsome. Or even when we feel ourselves in a mess, we feel we have connections that will pull us through.
Photo by author, 28 September 2026.
Last September 28, we were invited to join the birthday celebration of Archbishop Socrates Villegas of Dagupan-Lingayen Archdiocese.
For the longest time even before getting ordained, I have always looked up to him and admired him from afar. That is why I felt so glad and blessed when my brother priests in my first assignment were his contemporaries at San Carlos Seminary that we finally got to personally meet and know each other. From then on, we would always meet on many occasions in simple greetings and short conversations.
On his birthday celebration, I felt a different connection. A blessed one because it is something so priestly, so unique that I felt him as a father and a brother.
He invited our group, the Ephesus Cares Ministry to join him in celebrating his birthday Mass with their retired priests; kami lang daw ang iba niyang bisita maliban sa kanilang mga pari.
It was on that occasion of Bishop Soc’s birthday when I got this idea about connections, of being connected.
How I loved that scene at the chapel before the Mass and blessing of new duplex homes for their retired priests: there was Bishop Soc praying in silence in front, connecting with Jesus our Eternal Priest. This is something Bishop Soc has consistently taught in his talks and homilies especially to priests and lay people alike: our strongest connection in life is prayer to be in communion with God in Jesus always because when everything else fails in life, God remains connected with us.
Later, the retired priests came and all the more I appreciated the scene in their chapel: Bishop Soc connected with his elderly priests! How edifying to see and experience the bishop choosing to connect exclusively with his retired, sick, and elderly priests on his birthday. How wonderful that after all the other birthday celebrations tendered for him, Bishop Soc chose to close his birthday celebration with a Mass and dinner with his priests, retired and active. No outsiders nor laypeople except our Ephesus Cares volunteers.
During dinner, Bishop Soc asked me to sit beside him in the table with his other priests. We talked a lot of things but what I like most was when he told me I am always welcomed there or even in his residence in case I want to rest, to get connected with Jesus. And he is willing to guide me too.
A week after that, I received from the mail a letter from Bishop Soc thankin me for coming to his birthday and for the card I have given him that day. He asked only for one thing: that I pray for his priests and his seminarians preparing for the priesthood that they may have the strength to remain good priests. It was something I never expected considering his busy schedule but here is a Bishop we see and hear and read everywhere proclaiming the good news of Jesus Christ. He is so good at it because he is clearly so connected – with God, with himself and with others. Salamuch for connecting with me. Let’s keep connected. God bless!
Photo by author, Villa San Rafael Retirement Home for Priests, Bonuan, Dagupan City, 28 September 2026.
Isang linggo na akong masayang nagpapaulan sa aking araw-araw na walking dito sa amin.
Natutuwa ako dahil kay dami kong naaalala masasayang karanasan ng paliligo sa ulan noong bata pa kami tulad ng pagtatampisaw sa tubig, pagtapat sa mga alulod ng lahat ng mga bahay at ngumanganga ng nakatingala sa langit para inumin ang ulan.
Mula sa Instagram.
Isa sa mga sumagi sa aking alaala na paksa ng usapan naming magpipinsan tuwing umuulan at tirik din ang araw ay kung totoo nga na mayroon daw kinakasal na tikbalang – isang uri ng halimaw na parang tao kung maglakad ngunit mukha at anyong kabayo.
Ngayong matanda na ako, napag-isipan ko na totoo nga ito at hindi lang basta kalokohan. Nabatid ko na lamang iyan ngayong tag-ulan nang ilang ulit na umulan habang mainit ang sikat ng araw.
Unang tikbalang na tingin kong kinakasal kapag umuulan habang umaaraw ang mga local officials natin gaya ng mga mayor, tapos ang mga senador, kongresista, at mga upisyal ng DPWH. Yung mga sangkot sa ghost project flood scam noong isang taon.
Halimaw ang mga iyon.
Siyempre, sigurado mayroon ding mga tikbalang sa iba pang mga sangay at ahensiya ng pamahalaan na nagpapasasa sa kaban ng bayan habang hindi alintana hirap at pagdurusa ng mga mamamayan lalo na kapag umuulan.
Kundangan naman kasi, marami sa ating mamamayan mahilig mag-alaga at makipagkaibigan sa mga tikbalang, yung mga nakikinabang na negosyante at contractor.
Higit sa lahat, mga mamamayan mismo na bumoboto sa mga corrupt na upisyal.
Sila ang mga kabiyak – asawa – ng mga tikbalang na iyan. Partner in crime. Eka nga, it takes two to tango. Marami sila. Asawa at bisita. Ang iba ninong at ninang.
Nakakasawa nang manood ng mga reels at posts ng mga binaha at pa-shout out shout out pa kay mayor. Puro hinagpis sa social media kesyo palala ng palala na raw ang baha sa kanilang lugar, walang ginagawa mga mayor.
Ang tanong ay, ano nangyari bakit kada eleksiyon binoboto nila mga bulok na yan? Taun-taon pala silang pinahihirapan tuwing tag-ulan tapos minsan sa anim na taon tuwing eleksiyon nakakalimutan kawalanghiyaan at kawalang-silbi ng mga iyan?
Kasalan sa binaha na Simbahan ng Barasoain, kuha ni G. Aaron Favila ng Associated Press, 22 Hulyo 2025.
Walang kinakasal na mag-isa. Tayong mga mamamayan ang asawa, ang kabiyak ng mga tikbalang!
Karamihan din kasi sa atin ay tikbalang. Takot mag-isip, takot manindigan sa tama at katotohanan. At ang hirap sa atin, palaging humahanap ng ibang masisisi maliban sa sarili.
Katulad ng isang matandang ginang na kabatian ko kasi tuwing umaga sa aking paglalakad nadaraanan ko siya sa harapan ng kanyang apartment.
Noong Huwebes ng umaga sa gitna ng ulan habang ako ay naglalakad, sabi niya sa akin bakit daw ako nag-eexercise pa umuulan na?
Kumaway lang ako sa kanya at hindi na sumagot kasi nagdidilig siya noon ng halaman gamit ang lagadera.
Kawalan naman ng galang kung sinagot ko siya ng bakit po kayo nagdidilig ng halaman e umuulan?
Kulang sa pagninilay at pag-iisip? Mas malamang.
Ganyan tayo mga Pinoy, mema. Memasabi lang kadalasan na hindi pinag-iisipan.
Pero maganda at nakatutuwa sinasabi sa isang post sa Facebook buhat sa news report na nabawasan na pagbaha sa Marikina dahil sa mahusay na flood control projects doon ng lokal na pamahalaan pagkaraan ng tatlong taon.
Marami nang lungsod at bansa nagpatunay na maaring maibsan pinsala ng baha kung sadyang pag-aaralan at tunay na hahanapan ng lunas ng mga matitinong tao na may malasakit sa kapwa. At takot sa Diyos. Mangyayari lamang iyan kung boboto tayo ng mga upisyal ng pamahalaan na mayroong malasakit sa paglilingkod. Hindi suwapang. Hindi tikbalang.
Sa kabila ng mga makabagong teknolohiya, parang nabobobo mga tao ngayon: noong bata kami basta signal number 2 ang bagyo, automatic wala nang klase sa elementary at high school.
Bakit gayon na lamang ang pag-asa at pagtutok lalo ng mga magulang sa LGU kung may pasok o wala?
Sapantaha ko diyan ay mas grade conscious ngayon mga magulang kesa mga anak nila na tuwang tuwa naman tuwing suspendido ang klase.
Pakiwari ko tuwing umuulan, maraming tao natatakot maninindigan na pati pagpasok sa paaralan ay inaasa sa mga kinauukulan. Kaya ang gulo ng buhay ngayon!
Noong Martes wala palang klase pero pumasok ako;kinabukasan wala ulit pasok kaya nagpaulan ako at naisip ko magkapareho ang LGU at carwash: kapag nag-announce ng walang pasok mga mayor dahil sa masamang panahon, kadalasan umaaraw, maganda ang panahon. Magpa-carwash ka, pagkaaalis na pagkaalis mo, papatak ang ulan!
Sa tuwing umuulan doon nasusubok ating pananampalataya sa Diyos at kapwa, nahahasa ating kakayanang magpasya ng wasto sa pamamagitan ng masusing pag-iisip at pagninilay ng mga bagay bagay. Higit sa lahat, sa tag-ulan lumalabas likas nating kabutihan. O kawalan nito. Walang pakialam sa iba. Kung saan-saan tinatapon mga basura. Palaging iba may kasalan liban sa sarili.
Hanga ako doon sa mga nagpapacarwash maski umuulan. Wala silang pakialam sa lagay ng panahon kungdi sa lagay ng kanilang sasakyan!
Iyon ang dapat: tingnan natin at suriin ating sarili hindi lagay ng panahon o ibang tao labas sa atin. Siguradong babagyo at uulan na kasabay nito ang mga pagbaha. Bakit tila nagugulat at nagugulantang pa tayo kapag nangyari na mga ito? Pagmasdan: kung gaano katagal sina mayor sa puwesto, ganoon katagal na rin ang baha. Kailangan pa bang i-memorise yan? Parang basura yan – babalik sa atin!
Kuha ng may-akda, Huwebes Santo, umuulan habang umaaraw sa Bagbaguin, Sta. Maria, Bulacan, 09 Abril 2020.
Balikan natin yung kasabihang mayroong kinakasal na tikbalang tuwing sabay na umuulan at sumisikat ang araw. Natukoy natin mga tikbalang, sino kanilang kabiyak o asawa, pati ninong at ninang hanggang sa mga bisita.
Heto ngayon: hindi ba kapag may kasalan, palagi mayroong pari?
Sino ang tumatayong pari kapag may kinakasal na tikbalang?
E di mga pari din. Mga kasama at kapatid naming pari. Ilan lang naman sila.
Noong isang taon ko pa ito gustong sabihin pero sinasaalang-alang ko aking pagkapari at mga kapatid sa kaparian. Pero, kailangang sabihin.
Isang taon makalipas pumutok ang ghost project scam sa mga flood controls na ang epicenter ay lalawigan ng Bulakan, mismong sa lungsod ng Malolos, hindi maikakaila Katoliko karamihan ng mga tikbalang.
At mga paring Katoliko nagkakasal sa kanila. Mayroon din ilang mga pastor at ministro nagkakasal sa mga tikbalang tuwing umuulan habang umaaraw. May ibang sekta nga nag-aalaga talaga ng mga tikbalang.
Larawan mula sa Facebook post ni Dr. Tony Leachon, “KLEPTOPIROSIS: When Corruption Becomes a Public Health Crisis”, 08 Agosto 2025.
Ilan ang mga pari na humingi ng donasyon sa mga corrupt na upisyales para sa kung anu anong mga pagawain sa simbahan? Hindi ba iyan ay malinaw na pakikipag-kaibigan at kung tutuusin pakikipag-sabwatan sa mga tikbalang?
Ilang parokya pulitiko pinageermano sa kanilang pista kahit hindi taga-roon sa kanila dahil lang sa konting halaga?
Katulad ng malawakang pagbaha, hindi nating kailangang tumingin sa malayo. Lalo na kaming mga pari at lingkod sa simbahan. Kasama kami at kung tutuusin napakalaki at napakabigat ng pananagutan namin lalo sa Diyos na kasama kami sa kasal ng mga tikbalang na iyan.
Gayon pa man, mas marami pa rin sa aming mga pari ang tunay na lumalaban, naninindigan sa katarungan at katotohanan na hindi kailanman nagpauto sa mga tikbalang at kanilang mga galamay sa simbahan.
Sa susunod na umuulan kasabay na sikat ang araw, subukan nating magpaulan at hayaang dumampi sa ating bumbunan, sa ating mukha ang patak ng ulan upang mapaalalahanang mayroong Diyos na higit na makapangyarihan dapat nating sundin at paglingkuran lamang. Hindi mga tikbalang.
At sinabi niya sa kanila, “Kung gayon, ibigay ninyo sa Cesar ang sa Cesar, at sa Diyos ang sa Diyos” (Mateo 22:21).
Sa kahuli-hulihan, ano man ang panahon, higit pa rin palagi ang Panginoong Diyos sa lahat na siyang tanging pinagmumulan ng lahat ng ating kinakailangan at pagpapala. Ito palagi dapat naming panindigang mga pari, umulan man nang umaaraw. Amen.
Larawan kuha ni Michael Varcas ng Philippine Star sa Hagunoy, Bulacan sa isinagawang rally ng mga taga-Parokya ni Sta. Ana sa pangunguna ng kanilang Kura Paroko P. Rodel Ponce laban sa flood control scam noong Setyembre 2025.
Lord My Chef Daily Recipe for Soul by Fr. Nicanor F. Lalog II Tuesday, Memorial of St. John Mary Vianney, Patron of Priests, 04 August 2026 Jeremiah 30:1-2, 12-15, 18-22 <*{{{{>< + ><}}}}*> Matthew 15:1-2, 10-14
Salamuch everyone for all your greetings since Sunday to us your priests. And this is my only response to your prayerful wishes: Salamuch also for enriching my priestly life and ministry!
It is so nice and heart-warming for me as a priest how our Patron, St. John Mary Vianney is now so widely-known among so many people these days that somehow changed their minds and hearts to understand us priests better, to love and support, most especially to pray always for us. Thanks largely to the efforts of Pope Benedict XVI who set the Year of Priests from June 19, 2009 to June 19, 2010 in celebration that year of Vianney’s 150th death anniversary with the theme “Faithfulness of Christ, faithfulness of priests.”
St. John said it perfectly during his long years of lovingly serving not only the more than 200 people of his parish in Ars but also the more than 20,000 people who annually came to him for confession and spiritual direction, “The priesthood is the love of the heart of Jesus.”
And what is the heart of Jesus?
A heart burning with love, a heart totally surrendered to God through others.
Easier said than done by us your priests these days.
Detail of a painting of the Sacred Heart of Jesus at Visitation Monastery, Marclaz, France from godongphoto / Shutterstock.
While you deluge us with your greetings and prayers, may I also take this opportunity on our feast day as priests that you forgive us your priests for those moments we have been cold and even ruthless especially in our words to you.
Both of us, priests and laypeople are wounded by each other.
Both of us identify so well with the words of God through his Prophet Jeremiah in today’s first reading:
Thus says the Lord, the God of Israel: Incurable is your wound, grievous your bruise; There is none to plead your cause, no remedy for your running sore, no healing for you. All your lovers have forgotten you, they do not seek you. I struck you as an enemy would strike, punished your cruelly; Why cry out over your wound? Your pain is without relief. Because of your guilt, your numerous sins, I have done this to you (Jeremiah 30:12-15).
Photo by a friend in Washington. 28 July 2026.
I am so touched by God’s words today, so appropriate for our celebration: incurable wound, grievous bruise. That is because I have experienced it too many times.
But, I must confess that it is most painful for me as a priest when I have hurt people especially with my words. Many times I have lost my cool; it is one of my many struggles in life. One thing I have realized as a priest that indeed it is most difficult in life to be silent; we always have something to say. Mema tayo palagi.
Believe me, as a priest, even if I have hurt just one person, it lingers with me my whole life. The sharp looks and everything, of how they were scared, I beg God for forgiveness daily as I wonder where are they now. Maniwala kayo, iniinda naming pari yung malaman naming maski isa sa inyo may sama ng loob o tampo sa amin.
Many times we priests speak so harsh, or “brutally frank”.
It is easy to claim what we say is true like Jesus in the gospel today when he told the Pharisees that “It is not what enters one’s mouth that defiles the man; but what comes out of the mouth is what defiles one” (Mt. 15:11); the disciples then told Jesus how the Pharisees took offense with his declaration but he simply dismissed them.
It is easy to claim that “truth hurts” especially when we priests speak of the truth like Jesus Christ. Ganun lang ba yun?
From Facebook by Suzie Bell, 02 August 2026.
Last Sunday I shared in Facebook a post about by a certain Suzie Bell who rightfully asked, “Why has the pulpit become a place to persecute people?”
Sadly and tragically very true. It is a big no no, a mortal sin especially with our venerable mentor and professor in homiletics, the late Msgr. Sabino Vengco Jr. who insisted on us to never use the ambo in attacking or shaming people because precisely they have no way of defending themselves. Most of all, the pulpit is primarily for the word of God – words that heal, words that encourage, words that express love and kindness, words that forgive, words that liberate.
With the widespread popularity of priest vloggers, many times I feel so afraid that there are so many occasions that some of our preaching are libelous. Not just scandalous.
Worst of all, the abuse at the pulpit becomes most tragic and shameful of all when priests become entertainers, when priests become rage baiters forda views, forda following!
Writer and artist Lourd De Veyra told me sometime ago how he had noticed that churches have come to look more like a videoke bar with priests just singing or acting no longer preaching. E ano pa nga ba?
Same is very true when priests become political commentators at the pulpit. We can always be political without being partisan.
Unknown to us priests, when these happen, the deeper the cut and the wounds we inflict on the people because we deny them Jesus Christ.
Me culpa, me culpa, mea maxima culpa!
Forgive us your priests for causing you pains and wounds. Priesthood is victimhood in Christ. It is part of our “job-description” to be hurt with incurable wound, grievous bruise as God told Jeremiah. Hindi na bale kami masaktan kasi iyon ang buhay namin, ang magpasan at ipako sa krus. Huwag mga tao ang aming masaktan at mailayo kay Kristo.
Priesthood as lived out by St. John Mary Vianney is more of the Caller than the call, of becoming, of imitating Christ because priesthood is Jesus. Help us to be like Jesus, always Jesus, only Jesus. Again, to you dear people of God, salamuch for enriching my priestly life and ministry. Amen.
I have not been to France nor do I know French but while searching for images of St. John Marie Vianney, I found this from the French website, https://www.notrehistoireavecmarie.com/; it is perhaps the depiction of the new pastor speaking to the young Antoine whom he asked for directions to Ars.
Lord My Chef Daily Recipe for Soul by Fr. Nicanor F. Lalog II Tuesday in the Eighteenth Week of Ordinary Time, Year II Memorial of St. John Mary Vianney, Priest, 04 August 2026 Jeremiah 30:1-2, 12-15, 18-22 <*{{{{>< + ><}}}}*> Matthew 15:1-2, 10-14
Photo by a friend in Washington. 28 July 2026.
Your words today, O Lord sound harsh but I do not mind at all because you speak as an honest friend who truly loves and cares for me; you speak the truth always that hurts us because every mess we are into this life is a result of our own making, of our pride and sinfulness like Israel and Judah conquered and banished from their own country by the Assyrians and the Babylonians:
Thus says the Lord, the God of Israel: Incurable is your wound, grievous your bruise; There is none to plead your cause, no remedy for your running sore, no healing for you. All your lovers have forgotten you, they do not seek you. I struck you as an enemy would strike, punished your cruelly; Why cry out over your wound? Your pain is without relief. Because of your guilt, your numerous sins, I have done this to you (Jeremiah 30:12-15).
Today we also celebrate the feast of our Patron Saint, John mary Vianney, your most holy priest who bore so much pains and sufferings not because of his sins but by the sins of many around him; we your priests, O God, have sinned a lot against you, O God, through your people, the flock you have entrusted to us: we have hurt them so bad their wounds are incurable, their bruise so grievous with some leaving the Church; forgive us, Lord for being too far from the heart of your Son Jesus, the Good Shepherd; cleanse our hearts and make us realize priesthood is victimhood like Jesus; let us bear the wounds inflicted to us by the sheep rather than us wounding them.
Deep within your harsh words today, Lord, we feel your deep desire to heal us, to free us, and to renew us; cleanse our hearts, Lord, your priests, purify us to bear all pains for your people, to be truly prophetic so that your people may realize you are in their midst and eventually be like you in Christ Jesus. Amen.
Lord My Chef Sunday Recipe for the Soul by Fr. Nicanor F. Lalog II Eleventh Sunday in Ordinary Time, Cycle A, 14 June 2026 Exodus 19:2-6 ><}}}}*> Romans 5:6-11 ><}}}}*> Matthew 9:36-10:8
A very good friend in the States texted me the other night, requesting for prayers as she was about to go through an MRI; the following day, she texted me anew asking for more prayers because it seemed her cancer had recurred, this time attacking her liver.
I felt her fears and worries. And pain.
She told me how she wanted to call her parents that evening but had to wait until this weekend so that her younger brother would be home to be present especially by her mom’s side when she breaks to them that her cancer had metastasized. Despite her condition, she was thinking of her parents in their “empty nest”, thinking how they might react in receiving the bad news.
Photo by author, Sacred Heart Novitiate, Novlaiches, QC, March 2026.
This crucial factor is what is most missing in the agony of Ms. Rovelyn Baterbonia when her son Rene died Monday after drowning in the treacherous beach of Aurora during their varsity training.
We all felt her pain not only of losing a son but most of all the agony of being alone, perhaps even left out in the dark so far from her dead son with no one from the university nor basketball team immediately informing her of the circumstances of the accident.
It was so heartwrenching – nakakadurog ng puso – watching her grieved upon arrival at the airport, lamenting at how somebody texted her that Monday if they can call her: “Hindi naman siya tumawag. Ako na lang nag-tawag… tapos, nang tumawag na ako sabi niya, mam naaksidente po si Rene. Nalunod po…”. After that, she said she heard nothing from the people supposed to be with Rene. “Wala maski pictures sila send sa akin”, she complained.
This is the most crucial part of every misery and tragedy: is there someone present with those grieving, with those suffering?
At the sight of the crowds, Jesus’ heart was moved with pity for them because they were troubled and abandoned, like sheep without a shepherd. Then he said to his disciples, “The harvest is abundant but the laborers are few; so ask the master of the harvest to send our laborers for his harvest” (Matthew 9:36-38).
Our Lady of Fatima University, February 2025.
We are the Lord’s “harvest” and his “laborers” too. Jesus reminds us today that the answer to all our problems and pains in the world is never found in material things, in money and gadgets, nor well-crafted statements and other publicities. We are the harvest and the harvesters too!
What we need are more people who care, who journey, who are present with majority of the population so lost like sheep without a shepherd. And that is where I felt the pain most when Ms. Baterbonia repeatedly said that “kahit mahirap kami, hindi ko papayagan anak ko mag-training ng ganun.”
She said it all – the harsh reality in our country, the most Christian nation in this part of Asia, where the poor remain neglected, forgotten, and taken for granted especially by those in the Church.
See how the poor have shied away from the church primarily due to so many collections in every Mass every Sunday while in the parish office, almost everything comes with a fee. They could not even get a free smile from some staff members often masusungit.
If Matthew were with us today, he would surely repeat with intensity his report that day of how “At the sight of the crowds, Jesus’ heart was moved with pity for them because they were troubled and abandoned, like sheep without a shepherd” because that is how our Church is today – sheep without a shepherd.
And where are the shepherds? Check their social media accounts and you find them most frequently in malls and hotels, traveling abroad via business class, unwinding on a yacht, communing with nature riding big bikes or their expensive mountain bikes. Go to any buffet and ribbon-cutting ceremonies of the newest Jollibee store or even gas station and you find more than two priests and a bishop present while the poor could not even have a decent funeral rite nor blessing for the burial of their dead because the priest is out, could not come to the slum area.
But of course, there are still more blessed and dedicated priests and bishops like Bishop Pabillo of Palawan who brave the seas and mountains just to celebrate the Mass and other Sacraments to the great number of their harvests in far-flung areas.
For Jesus, it is always the person who matters that is why his proposal has always been to send us another person, another companion, a fellow to accompany us in our brokenness and darkness. There is his move of gathering us, calling us, and sending us forth to a mission.
Jesus never taught us to ask for more money nor food nor gadgets to solve the problems of the world. Recall his temptation in the desert when he rejected the devil’s challenge to change stones into bread because man does not live by bread alone but with every word from God.
For the world, everything is a problem to be solved, including mysteries of God and of the human person. As we have reflected the past two Sundays, mysteries are not problems to be solved but non-logical realities we must embrace or even allow ourselves to be wrapped to discover the richness and meaning of this life like God and persons.
When people are down and lost in life, feeling troubled and abandoned, where do we focus more, to their woes and problems or their very persons?
Try thinking of the people you consider as “heaven sent” and helped you in your darkest moments. Are they not the ones who brought out our giftedness as a person, as a beloved child of God with Christ’s gospel?
A few months after his election as Pope in 2005, Benedict XVI heard of a bishop in Austria dying of cancer. He reportedly wrote that bishop, assuring him of his prayers as a brother priest, reminding him that “Jesus saved the world by suffering and dying on the cross, not with activities.” I remembered that news so well because what is mostly happening in our parishes and dioceses are activities. We have become program oriented than people oriented.
Worst is when some of us priests and bishops see the “abundant harvest” as business ventures of all sorts including churches and fiestas as tourist attractions. When economics become our major consideration in the church, how can “we also boast of God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom we have now received reconciliation” as St. Paul reflected in the second reading?
Let us return to our “desert of Sinai” spoken of in the first reading, a reminder of our turning point in life and history when God called and sent us to be a “kingdom of priests, a holy nation” – his abundant harvest at the same time his laborers too. We are the new apostles called and sent by Jesus to others like us who are weak and tired, confused and lost, hurting and crying but also blessed and joyful! As God’s abundant harvest, each one of us is a gift to be cherished and valued always; but, at the same time, a brother and a sister entrusted to each one for God’s greater glory, not ours. Amen. Have a blessed week ahead.
Lord My Chef Daily Recipe for the Soul by Fr. Nicanor F. Lalog II Thursday after Pentecost, 28 May 2026 Feast of Our Lord Jesus Christ, the Eternal High Priest Genesis 22:9-18 <*{{{{>< + ><}}}}*> Matthew 26:36-42
Photo by author, Dominus Flevit Church overlooking Old Jerusalem, May 2017.
Lord Jesus Christ, our Eternal Priest who calls and sends us daily to spread your Good News of salvation to everyone with our giving of self like You, bless us your priests in these troubled times: everywhere we find and hear selfishness and conceit, lies and dishonesty, infidelity and injustice; we say the world has gone mad and evil with all these darkness enveloping us...
And where are we, Your priests in the midst of all these?
Jesus went with the disciples to a place called Gethsemane, and he said to his disciples, “Sit here while I go over there and pray.”
And he came to the disciples and found them sleeping; and he said to Peter, “So, could you not watch with me one hour? Watch and pray that you may not enter into temptation; the spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak.” Again, for the second time, he went away and prayed, “My Father, if this cannot pass unless I drink it, thy will be done.” (Matthew 26:36, 40-42)
Photo by author, Garden of Gethsemane, the Holy Land, May 2017.
Forgive, us dear Jesus, when we Your priests cannot keep up with You in prayer; oh, we are so busy watching the world going by, watching the corruption in government unfolding, watching the decay in our society but unfortunately, we cannot look squarely into our own mess in the Church - in our parishes and communities, in our ministry that has become more of a work often for performance and clout; worst of all, we have lost that intimacy in You, Jesus.
We no longer pray, Lord Jesus.
We can't stay with You even for an hour every day because we are busy with social media like everyone.
Help us find our way back to You, Lord Jesus: let us imitate Abraham who prefigured your own self-offering in giving his beloved son Isaac to the Father without any question at all; many times, we Your priests reason out with many excuses and alibis while at the other extreme, many of us disregard reasons at all in our mission and ministry.
Keep us in love with You, Jesus our Eternal Priest, especially our bishops supposed to have the fullness of priesthood but cannot lead nor guide us, much less inspire us; give us the grace of Abraham that we can always answer Your call with a firm and unwavering "Here am I." Amen.
“The Offering of Abraham” (c.1896-1902) painting by James Tissot, kept at the Jewish Museum in New York via moa.byu.edu
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I have always loved the Eraserheads whose songs are like vintage wines that get better with age like Kamasupra from their thrid studio album considered as the best Pinoy rock album, “Cutterpillow” released in 1995.
See the genius and artistry of Ely Buendia in composing Kamasupra, a witty play of words and ideas, of the bed we call kama in Filipino and that bible of erotica Kama Sutra from ancient India.
More than a furniture, the bed is also an altar of the highest order in every home where we perform our final acts as humans at the end of each day – of retiring and of dreaming while entrusting ourselves, consciously or unconsciously to God. In the same manner, it is on our bed where we also desecrate our very selves and those dearest to us.
Photo from LightRocket via Getty Images Erotic sculptures of the Khajuraho group of monuments, part of the UNESCO World Heritage Sites in India.
Please. There’s nothing bastos with both Kamasupra and Kama Sutra; both speak of the joys and sanctity of our relationships, of our being with our loved ones in bed that leads us to eternity as every old and dying person would tell you.
I know. I have met so many of them being a chaplain in a hospital for five years now. Whether in our home or in the hospital, the bed is always the final step board of every soul going to eternity.
Whenever I would bless the master’s bedroom in a new home, I say a prayer of blessing on the couple’s bed and before sprinkling it with Holy Water, I ask them to first bless it so that they would feel its sanctity as an altar where they give themselves to each other completely.
Hence, only them the husband and wife can sleep in that bed and nobody else, not even the children.
I do the same ritual of blessings in the other rooms of the children, praying that they would find rest of body and soul in their bed with a strict reminder that no visitors can stay inside their bedroom because it is sacred. Period.
This is most true for the bed of every priest. Notice how in most parish rectories and convents of nuns you find the sign “Private” to indicate no visitors allowed in their private quarters.
The priest’s bedroom and bed are literally his “inner sanctum” where only he and Jesus can be together at all times. Usually in silence too.
That is why I tell young priests to first have an altar in their bedroom where they could pray first thing in the morning and just before hitting the sack. Next to our breviary, the bed is the priest’s most beloved and blessed partner in life.
Most of all, the priest’s bed should always be “celibate” too like himself – that is, single-size only. No need to have big beds nor expensive ones because a priest’s bed is a reflection of his vows in the ministry – celibacy, poverty, and obedience.
Photo by author, personal altar in my bedroom.
Some of my most memorable images and experiences as a priest happened when I accompanied two elderly priests of our diocese in their deathbeds.
First was Msgr. Macario Manahan who died on 16 March 2014, the Second Sunday in Lent that year. I was by his side when he died that Sunday afternoon as he lived near my previous parish assignment. The second priest was Msgr. Vicente Manlapig who was confined in our hospital where I serve as chaplain. He died a few hours after my last visit to him on a Sunday morning, 26 February 2023, the Second Sunday in Lent.
Yes. They both died in Lent that is why since 2023, I have kept on telling people that life is a daily Lent, a preparation for Easter.
Bed of St. John Marie Vianney, Patron of all priests; from devotiontoourlady.com
It was at their deathbeds when I strongly realized that our bed is also our altar especially when we get sick and old, where we shall celebrate the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass, where we meet and receive Jesus Christ in the Holy Viaticum when too weak to celebrate the Eucharist.
It is on the bed of a dying priest I have felt deeply and truthfully the vocation in the priesthood – of how we were called by Jesus to become his priest that in the end he shall be calling us again as his priest to join him eternally.
And there in our bed comes the painful truth of how when we were young and strong we were called to do everything for Jesus and his Church, often lording it over the flock, so powerful as if like a god until all of a sudden without any warning, we just find ourselves already old or sick and weak, bedridden.
That’s when we hear anew Christ our Eternal Priest calling us, this time not to do anything at all but simply hang there on the cross with him like the two thieves at the Calvary.
That is when in our deathbeds we priests call on Christ anew like Dimas, the good thief, admitting all sins and faults while confessing our faith in Jesus.
The priest’s bed is where the priest cultivates his intimacy with Jesus too – his very celibacy and purity, his poverty and simplicity, as well as his docility and obedience not only to his bishop but ultimately to God.
Because it is also on that bed where the priest wages all kinds of battle in his life and ministry until the end, where the devil begins and ends all temptations to displace Christ from the side of the priest.
The Death of St. Martin of Tours, detail from an altar frontal from the Church of Saint Martin in Chia, 1150-1200 (tempera on panel) by Johannes Pintor, Ribagorça Workshop (fl.1150-1200); Museu Nacional d’Art de Catalunya, Barcelona, Spain ; (add.info.: Saint Martin on his deathbed, covered with a blanket in the colours and stripes of Aragon, rebukes the devil;).
It is said that when St. Martin of Tours, our patron saint in Bocaue, Bulacan, was dying in Candes (France) surrounded by his disciples, the devil appeared at his bed side, trying to claim his soul. Having lived a life of intense spiritual warfare, most likely some of it in his own bed, St. Martin rebuked the devil with his firm faith in Jesus Christ. The devil vanished and St. Martin died on November 11, 397 AD.
Every night towards the end of our Compline, we pray Simeon’s Canticle, the Nunc Dimittis (Lk.2:29-32) with an antiphon that goes like this: “Protect us, Lord, as we stay awake; that awake we may keep watch with Christ and asleep rest in his peace.” We then close our prayers with the final words, “May the Lord grant us a restful sleep and a peaceful death. Amen.”
It does not really matter whether one is a priest or not. Most of all if your bed is comfortable or not. What is important is that on that bed we are at peace with ourselves, with others and most of all, with God. So, keep your bed sacred at all times.
Lord My Chef Simbang Gabi Recipe for the Soul by Fr. Nicanor F. Lalog II Friday, Simbang Gabi-IV, 19 December 2025 Judges 13:2-7, 24-25 <*((((>< + ><))))*> Luke 1:5-25
View of a decorated Christmas tree and tower of the Franciscan Monastery of St Saviour locally also known as San Salvador monastery in the Christian Quarter Old city East Jerusalem
From Matthew, we now shift to Luke’s account of the story of Christmas which is the most complete and detailed of all gospel accounts. In fact, most artistic renditions of Christmas were inspired by Luke’s gospel.
Very surprising in his Christmas story, Luke started it with the annunciation of the birth of John the Baptist to his father Zechariah who was then serving at the temple of the Lord in Jerusalem, a beautiful reminder to us all these days that Christ comes in our Holy Mass.
And I wonder – what if I imitate Zechariah in the gospel on this Simbang Gabi: come out late in the altar… totally silent, unable to speak?
Meanwhile the people were waiting for Zechariah and were amazed that he stayed so long in the sanctuary. But when he came out, he was unable to speak to them, and they realized that he had seen a vision in the sanctuary. He was gesturing to them but remained mute. Then, when his days of ministry were completed, he went home (Luke 1:21-23).
Photo by author, December 2023.
A priest recently posted on Facebook an appeal to us all priests to truly pray and reflect to have a good homily this Simbang Gabi and Christmas Season because the people deserve more than jokes, hugot lines and gimicks during these ten days of celebrating the Mass.
And we totally agree with him!
Let us accept the fact that majority of Catholics in the world – not only in the Philippines – celebrate Mass only on Christmas. At least in our country, there is the Simbang Gabi when many Catholics try to complete its nine-days of Masses plus the Christmas Day itself and, that’s it for them – ten consecutive days in December and absent every Sunday from January to November with a few who would return to Mass on Palm Sunday, fiestas and birthdays. Especially these days, most people have no qualms at all of skipping Sunday Masses while there are still some who wrongly believe the online Mass suffices.
The challenge and call for us priests this season is indeed very true when we are able to pray and prepare well our homilies to catechize the once-a-year-Catholics so that they may experience the love and mercy of God in Jesus Christ who had come and continues to come during our celebrations of the Mass and other sacraments.
Problem is, very often we priests are indeed so much like Zechariah on that day when he doubted the good news of John’s birth announced by an Angel. Not only are many priests notoriously late in their Mass schedule, worst of all as the people complain, either they have nothing or too much to say during their homily!
Photo by Ar. Philip Santiago, Jerusalem, October 2025.
Like the people awaiting Zechariah during that important feast, people are amazed today why some priests could not say anything substantial at all except to continuously ask people to clap their hands and praise God with such cues as “God is good…” and “all the time…” and soon enough what’s next, collection, then after communion special collection!
On the other hand, like the people awaiting Zechariah during that feast, people are also amazed when their priests speak a lot without any sense at all. Worst, many times, the priests are like Jollibee – puro pabida either by converting the altar into a stage for his stand-up jokes and entertainment or turn the sanctuary into a videoke bar because Father is so bilib in his voice.
Sorry, my brother priests. Let’s listen to what people are saying. Let’s listen especially to God when he speaks to us. Or, do we have time to listen to him in prayers?
One truth we priests could not admit or refuse to admit despite its glaring realities is that many of us have become just like politicians – so corrupted that we simply entertain people, keep them ignorant of the more essential things in life and about God because many of us do not pray or are not even interested of going to heaven at all.
Maybe like Zechariah, many priests have been burned out not only of the tasks and living in near isolation but also due to the long wait for answers to our prayers coupled with the many pains and hurts that came along with the ministry that has become more of duties than relationship with the Caller, Jesus Christ.
In telling us this story of the annunciation to Zechariah, Luke had touched on something very timely and sensitive among us priests including the faithful in this age of social media: we have been so detached from God and the divine, many times so impersonal with one another, and, worst of all, so attached with material and worldly things.
As a result, many people have stopped looking up to some priests as models and inspiration for upright living because we have become so much like them in almost every aspect from clothing to speaking and even thinking!
“Pari pala yun!” is what some people often remark these days when they find priests making tambay dis oras ng gabi in almost every cafe or worst, in places we should not even go like casinos and bars, whether with GRO’s or macho dancers.
A growing concern among us these days is the complaint of lay faithful who feel lost and could not guidance like find definitive answers from their pastors about moral issues so blurred by the modern technologies and Western thoughts like wokism. Imagine a Catholic school allowing gay pride festivities? Or relativistic priests to issues of abortion and contraceptives, sex change and gender manipulations, even cases of pornography and other modern addictions. A growing number of laypeople openly express their disappointment at how lately priests have become so lenient with sins that they are already confused on what to confess!
Photo by author, March 2024.
Zechariah and us priests today face the same problem before God: we talk too much and pray so little that perhaps, we need to be silenced too in order to pray more, to listen more to God, his words, his plans and his people as envisioned by synodality now in oblivion.
Imagine all his life as a priest, Zechariah had been praying for a son but when it was finally answered by God, he refused to believe it. Suddenly, he was so lost at what he was supposed to be an expert like spirituality and prayer, most of all, of God’s goodness.
What happened to Zechariah?
And that is what our gospel is asking us priests today, what happened Father?
In the first reading we have heard of the wife of Manoah who felt “a man of God” approached and told her of the good news of the birth of a son (Samson); how lovely if people could feel the same way like in the old days of their priests as “man of God”!
It is very sad when laypeople complain their priests have become so “ordinary” without any sense of holiness or at least of the holy, from simplest wearing of clerical shirt and proper Mass vestments to good grooming and tidiness.
Maybe because we priests have been so concerned so much with palabas than of paloob, when like the social influencers, many among us are so carried away by media chasing content than substance, especially theology.
Photo by author, Jerusalem, May 2017.
One of the most painful cuts in the ministry today that hurts so bad is when priests striving to be holy, speaking and doing what is right and proper would then be called as pharisaical. This is very evident in the celebration of the Mass as some priests would belittle even insult those who follow rubrics as well put on proper vestments.
Luke invites us today, both ordained priests and laypeople who share in the priestly office of Jesus in their baptism, that we look into ourselves, into our hearts amid our worship of God like Zechariah in the very presence of God in the Holy of holies: are we present in the Lord?
Do others feel Christ’s coming in our presence especially in the word and later in our life of witnessing and loving service to them?
Let us strive to have meaningful celebrations of the Mass and other communal worship not only this Advent and Christmas because people await from us ministers of the altar like Zechariah of old the good news of the coming of Christ in every Mass we celebrate with them. Help us your priests, our dear lay faithful by giving us the chance to pray more and serve more instead of inviting us in your activities and other affairs we are not needed. Amen. Have a blessed Friday!
Lord My Chef Daily Recipe by Fr. Nicanor F. Lalog II
Wednesday in the Second Week of Advent, 10 December 2025
Presbyteral Anniversary Homily of former parishioner and students
Isaiah 40:25-31 <*{{{{>< + ><}}}}*> Matthew 11:28-30
Advent is seeking the face of God – and so is the priesthood. The joy of our priesthood to a large extent is our continuous seeking for the face of God. It is part of human nature that we always seek and associate a face behind every name and voice.
When we were called to the priesthood, we first heard a “voice” that led us into the high school seminary. That’s why priesthood is a vocation, a call from the Latin verb “voco, vocare, vocavi”.
But, we pursued further our vocation into the major seminary, some had to leave for a while while others were sent out in order to see the face behind this voice, this call because the most essential in priesthood is the Caller Jesus Christ, not really his call.
In our search for Jesus and his face, it is hoped that eventually we as priests become the face of Jesus to everyone, speaking to them those same gentle words to “Come to me, all you who labor and are burdened, and I will give you rest” (Mt.11:28).
Thank you very much for inviting me again to speak to the three of you – Fr. RA, Fr. LA, and Fr. Howard. (Can we call you as Fr. HA so that your name finally rhyme with the two as in “Hahahaha”?)
Sixth Presbyteral Anniversary of Fr. Ra, Fr. LA, and Fr. Howard, 10 December 2025, ICS Chapel.
Congratulations on your sixth presbyteral anniversary. They say the first five years of priesthood is the “honeymoon stage”; so now, you enter the reality stage when many times you will be disillusioned in the ministry, especially with your brother priests who are supposed to be the face of Christ – but not!
That is why the readings for today on your sixth presbyteral anniversary are so appropriate as they offer the Advent message of comfort and encouragement, and a promise of salvation – the message every priest needs to hear these days when our leaders in government and yes, even in the church seem to be so weak and without direction, far from Jesus our Eternal Priest.
The Lord invites us through the Prophet Isaiah to look up and pray – to see the stars in the heavens, the bright constellations that form objects and animals like “faces” on the dark skies of the night.
Photo by author from the Dominus Flevit Church overlooking Jerusalem, May 2017.
“To whom can you liken me as an equal? says the Lord” (Is.40:25).
Do we still pray and reflect on the mystery of God’s power and care? Or are the priorities of the day a constant distraction?
We shall never see the face of Christ in ourselves nor in the people we serve no matter how dedicated we are if we do not pray. It is our prayer life, especially those intense moments of silence before the Blessed Sacrament that will show us the face of Christ. According to Abp. Fulton Sheen, the more we pray before the Blessed Sacrament, the more we look like Jesus. Before Pope Benedict XVI died, he wrote that all these sex scandals that have rocked the Church in the past decades are largely due to fewer priests making time for Christ in the Blessed Sacrament.
Before our ministry came, there was Jesus first calling us to be with him, to be one in him in prayers. Palagi nating unahin si Jesus higit sa lahat. Our efforts find meaning only in Christ as Isaiah tells us, “Though young men faint and grow weary, and youths stagger and fall, they that hope in the Lord will renew their strength, they will soar with eagles’ wings; they will run and not grow weary, walk and not grow faint” (Is.40:30-31).
It is funny that when you invited me last month Fr. RA and Fr. Howard, I asked you if it is the anniversary of our GC? Yes, these three crazy men keep a GC, just the three of them and to make it more like a group, they included me into their folly.
First Mass of Fr. RA in our Parish in Bagbaguin, Sta. Maria, Bulacan six years ago.
That is the landscape of our Church today when we live our faith in a mass-mediated culture where we find images especially faces so prominent more than ever as in Facebook. There lies hidden the hidden schemes of the devil to mislead us priests in exposing more our faces than being the face of Christ.
A friend in media recently asked me if those priests in that grand procession are really priests as she wondered why they wear those elaborate vestments they look like Poon and imahen.
I felt what she was driving at – rampa pa more! Isn’t she right?
Except for the Nazareno in Quiapo and Sto. Nino in Cebu, most of our Church processions have all turned into pageantries with all the pomp and gaiety of a show, a palabas.
Puro palabas na tayo, wala nang paloob which is the deeper meaning of the “face”: not as something outside o panglabas but more of the inside. Face is image and likeness, that thing that identifies us. Our identification or ID is Jesus Christ. That is the reason the new Ratio in seminary formation had renamed the theology department as “configuration” stage.
Be the face of Jesus to the people you serve, Fr. RA, Fr. LA and Fr. Howard.
First priest of St. John Evangelist Parish in Bagbaguin; actually second after Bp. Bart Santos who was ordained when Bagbaguin was still under La Purisima.
Be the face of Christ too to us priests because these days, many priests follow and show other faces than Christ’s. As I used to tell you, kapag ang pari mabuti sa kapwa pari, tiyak na mabuting tao siya; pero kapag ang pari kahit anong bait (hindi buti, ha) sa mga tao pero masama sa kapwa pari, hindi yan mabuting tao.
St. John the Evangelist, the Patron Saint of Fr. RA in Bagbaguin wrote in one of his letters that “No one has ever seen God. Yet, if we love one another, God remains in us, and his love is brought to perfection in us” (1Jn.4:12).
So beautiful! It is when we truly love, especially like Jesus our Eternal Priest, that we become the face of Christ, when we see the face of Christ. Amen. And cheers to six years in priesthood!
