Lawiswis ng Salita ni P. Nicanor F. Lalog II, Ika-01 ng Agosto 2024
Larawan kuha ng may-akda, bukang liwayway sa Lawa ng Galilea, Israel, Mayo 2019.
Unang araw sa buwan ng Agosto, buwan ng wika ako ay nakatunganga sa pagkamangha sa isang salita: PALIWANAG sa wikang Inggles, "explanation" at kung gagamiting pandiwa "to explain" ito ay magPALIWANAG.
Kay sarap namnamin
at damhin mga kataga
nitong ating wika
tulad ng PALIWANAG
nagsasaad ng pagbibigay
liwanag dahil mayroong
kadiliman minsa'y panlalabo
kaya nililinaw upang
matanaw, makita kahit man lang
maaninag upang matukoy, makilala.
Mahirap kasi mag-apuhap sa gitna ng kadiliman na kawalan ng katiyakan: ika'y nangangapa at nangangamba kung ano iyong mahawakan, makuha kaya nakakatakot sa dilim na wala kang nakikita dahil pati ikaw baka tuluyang mawala pa!
Inyong pagmasdan malaking kadiliman na sa ati'y bumabalot kamakailan kaya kay raming nagpapaliwanag naglilinaw dahil sa mga ginawa at ipinahayag na puro kaguluhan:
Waiter sa Cebu pinagpaliwanagan ng halos dalawang oras habang nakatindig sa harapan ng customer na tinawag niyang "Sir" na ibig ituring siya na "Mam"; kay daming paliwanag ni "Mam" pero malabo pa rin dahil malinaw pa sa araw maski sa mga larawan na siya ay Sir!
Hanggang ngayon nagpapaliwanag pa rin mga pasimuno ng paglapastangan sa Huling Hapunan ng Panginoon na lalong nababaon dahil maliwanag kanilang kasinungalingan na ang kadiliman ng kapalaluan at kasamaan kanilang pagpugayan taliwas sa layuning magkaroon ng pagbubuklod at kaisahan.
Hindi lang minsan ating narinig masabihang "ang labo mo naman" kaya kinakailangang magpaliwanag upang maunawaan at maintindihan na siyang daan sa magandang pagsasamahan.
Heto ngayon ating pagnilayan pagbulayan aking katanungan: nagPALIWANAG ba ang Panginoong Jesus sa Kanyang mga pangangaral? Maliban sa pagpapaliwanag ng mga talinghaga ng sarilinan sa mga alagad, walang ipinaliwanag si Jesus dahil maliwanag Siyang palagi at higit sa lahat Siya ang Liwanag ng Sanlibutan.
Madalas hindi Siya maunawaan, maintindihan at matanggap ng mga tao noon hanggang ngayon ngunit kailanman walang binawi na salita ang Panginoong Jesus dahil maliwanag ang lahat: "Ako ang daan at katotohanan" (Jn.14:6), "Ako ang muling pagkabuhay at ang buhay" (Jn. 11:25) "Ako ang pagkaing bumaba mula sa langit; ang kumakain ng aking laman at umiinom ng aking dugo ay may buhay na walang hanggan, at muli ko siyang bubuhayin sa huling araw" (Jn. 6:54).
Nang linisin ni Jesus ang templo sinabi sa mga tao na gibain iyon at kanyang itatayo sa loob ng tatlong araw; Siya ay pinagtawanan ng mga kalaban ngunit malinaw na sinasaad sa kasulatan nang muli Siyang mabuhay ay naunawaan ng mga alagad ang tinutukoy Niyang templo ay ang Kanyang Banal na Katawan (Jn. 2:18-22); maliwanag si Jesus ay palaging malinaw kaya kahit sa gitna ng kadiliman Siya ay maliwanag.
Lumapit tayo kay Jesus at hayaang liwanagan Niya kadiliman sa ating puso at kalooban katulad nina Nicodemo at Dimas na umamin sa kanilang kamangmangan at kasalanan kaya natamo ang liwanag at kaligtasan; hindi mahirap tuntunin katotohanan at liwanag ng Panginoon natin kung ating aaminin at aalisin mga piring sa ating paningin upang mabuksan puso at kalooban sa kagandahan at dangal ng kabutihan ng bawat nilalang hindi ang ipangalandakan sariling husay at kaalaman maging antas ng kalinangan!
Tandaan at panghawakan, tiyak na kaliwanagan ng mga salitang binitiwan ng Panginoon sa atin sana ay magpaalaala: "Ang nagpapakataas ay ibababa, at ang nagpapakababa ay itataas" (Mt.23:12)
Quiet Storm by Fr. Nicanor F. Lalog II, 23 July 2024
Photo from sunstar.com.ph of that viral incident between a Cebu personality addressed as a “Sir” by a waiter in a mall last Sunday.
It is a classic case of “brouhaha” in the real sense, especially if we consider our Tagalog word buruha or bruha: a waiter was told to stand for more than an hour to be “lectured” on gender sensitivity by a Cebu personality belonging to the LGBTQ community after being addressed as a “Sir”.
Well, at least, the issue had been settled amicably with an apology by the celebrity after a deluge of negative reactions from netizens. Likewise, we can now sigh with some relief that there are no plans among the LGBTQ community to imitate their sistah from the Queen City of Cebu, proof that there are more sane and kind LGBTQ who have better things to do than make a big fuss about themselves or the rainbow. Imagine if every LGBTQ will lecture everyone of us just on how to address them in Metro Manila alone, life would be disrupted and paralyzed, worst than what we went through during the lockdowns during COVID-19!
But kidding aside, what makes that incident disturbingly sad is how it had shown again the sad plight of the poor in our country. Bawal maging mahirap, maging dukha sa Pilipinas. So sad. Even in the church it is very true. We do not have to look far to see how this is so true among us. Kawawa palagi ang mga maliliit.
How do we treat our house helpers and drivers, delivery personnel, janitors and janitresses, even professionals doing not so glamorous tasks like nurses. And security guards, of course. (Kudos to our alma mater, the Faculty of Arts and Letters of UST who had their security personnel joined the march of their recent graduates!)
Photo by Mr. Jim Marpa, 2018.
The very sight of a waiter standing in front of a customer immediately caught my attention while scrolling my Facebook, asking myself, “what happened?” Gut feelings told me something was very wrong and surely, the guy must have been so disadvantaged.
For addressing that celebrity customer as “sir”, the waiter had to endure the humiliation of standing before him like in a trial. Even if it was just between the two of them. Even if he did not scream or yell at the waiter. What’s the big deal? Iyon lang?
His ego, his femininity more valuable than the very person of the waiter? It is the new pandemic among us spreading these last 20 years. The malady of entitlement, of never making the mortal sin to address some people as Doctor or Attorney or even Father. We have lost touched with our humanity, our being a human being, a person, a tao first of all.
Good thing there was a good soul around that mall who came to the waiter’s rescue.
What we have here is a classic case of “exaggeration of truth, exaggeration of self” – a phrase I have found years ago in one of the many writings of Pope Benedict XVI. It was my parting shot to our graduates of Senior High School last July 05, 2024 during our Baccalaureate Mass.
Many times in this age of so many platforms of communications, we tend to exaggerate the truths, of clamoring for so many things like inclusiveness everywhere when in the process, they have actually become so exclusive! Many times, people exaggerate the truth presenting themselves as disadvantaged and victimized when in fact it is far from reality. Many people are advancing so many things these days when in fact they are actually promoting themselves. Many are exaggerating the truths when they are actually exaggerating themselves (https://lordmychef.com/2024/07/10/exaggerating-truth-exaggerating-self/)
The tragedy of our time characterized by affluence and upward mobility so splattered across social media daily, is how so many among us who have lost touch with our humanity. Everything has become a show – a palabas we say in Filipino. We forget that inside – the loob – as more essential.
And what is inside each one of us?
Our dignity as image and likeness of God or pagkatao that is best seen and expressed in our being small, being little like the children, the very core of Jesus Christ’s teaching.
Look outside even in the countryside now invaded by those giant tarpaulins – why have we become like those tarpaulins, thinking and feeling we are larger than others?
Truth in Greek is aletheia that literally means an opening, of not being concealed like the blooming of a flower.
Simply be yourself. And don’t forget everyone as they are.
God bless everyone!
Photo by Dra. Mai B. Dela Pena, MD at Deir Al-Mukhraqa Carmelite Monastery in Isarel, 2014.
Quiet Storm by Fr. Nicanor F. Lalog II, 03 July 2024
Photo from The Valenzuela Times, 02 July 2024.
Honestly… how did you react to this photo published yesterday afternoon after that flash flood at McArthur Highway in Valenzuela City? Do you find it funny? Did you hit the LOL emoticon? Why?
Am I that old and conservative, or prudish, or, is it merely a simple case of generation gap that I felt sad and surprised at how almost everyone in social media last night laughed at this photo? At least, some were sincere enough to admit being jealous as they exclaimed “sanaol” but, why all the laughter?
It is better expressed in our Filipino language – pinagtawanan (laughed at) which is a world apart from nakatutuwa (joyful sight).
What is so funny if a man would carry his girlfriend on his back for her not to get wet or soaked in the flood?
So gentlemanly in fact, hindi ba? Should we not be glad that there are still knights in shining armor these days?
Others simply described it as OA or “overacting”. Maybe…
The photo is a modern gospel, a good news in this age when chivalry is said to be dead. It is so much similar with last Sunday’s gospel that said “Jesus had crossed again in the boat to the other side” (Mk. 5:21), after they went through a turbulent squall crossing the Lake of Galilee the other week. What a beautiful story last Sunday of Jesus crossing again and again not only the treacherous lake but so often crossed the streets and valleys and mountains to reach out to those sick and lost and even dead to bring them all to the side of grace and life (https://lordmychef.com/2024/06/29/jesus-crossed-seas-streets-to-lead-us-to-the-side-of-life-again-again/).
My post last night…
I love that word “cross” from which came crossing; the former if spelled with a capital C refers to the Cross of Jesus Christ that also means our daily sufferings and difficulties in life we have to accept and embrace while the former refers to the street intersection where pedestrians cross.
Every day Jesus comes to help us cross the streets of this life filled with many pains and sufferings, trials and hardships. Jesus help us cross these busy and stressful streets of daily life for us to get to the side of life and fullness through those willing to suffer and sacrifice like this student in the photo.
How sad that when someone is willing to sacrifice for a loved one, when someone is willing to help others cross the street, whether it is flooded or not that people nowadays laugh at them, calling them OA.
We are not judging anyone.
Maybe we just have to reassess ourselves daily especially in our overexposure to social media and its gadgets that have alienated us from realities of life and from being human, being a person who is a subject to be loved and cherished than object to be possessed and laughed at.
How sad that with too much media, we no longer have that feel and experience of realities.
Go to any wedding or whatever kind of ceremony and parade to see how people are foolishly glued to their camera screens recording the events without experiencing the moment at all!
That gentleman carrying his girlfriend on his back is a good news for us today that Christ is still with us in this modern age. Unfortunately, it seems that like what happened 2000 years ago, there are still some who still want Him crucified for being good and kind, even OA, with others. Have a blessed day. We’d like to hear from you too… thank you!
I have reflected last Sunday that Pentecost is not just an event in the past but a daily coming of the Holy Spirit upon us, enlightening us of so many things in life we used to take for granted. Like the value of every person, especially when there is a death of a loved one.
In fact, death is a Pentecost when the Holy Spirit comes to remind us that we never – and can never – replace our departed loved ones. Every person is irreplaceable, especially family members. The sooner we realize this, the better for us to avoid those guilty feelings later that we should have been more loving and kind, that we should have said “I love you” more often because we never know for how long we can be with our loved ones. One thing is for sure: we do not replace our deceased loved ones but simply re-member them.
Photo by author, Bgy. Kaysuyo, Alfonso, Cavite, 27 April 2024.
The word “remember” is very interesting.
It is from the root word “member” or “part”. When we put the prefix “re” which means “again”, “remember” means to make a part again of the present moment.
Every time we remember a person or an event, we make them part of our present moment. And they are most real, most present when our re-membering happens in the context of a family or a community. Re-membering someone by one’s self surely does happen a lot but very often, it is more of looking back to the past, recalling the days we used to be together. But when we remember somebody as a family or a community, the one we remember is indeed re-membered in our present, becomes real in everyone around celebrating his/her memory. Something concrete happens and the joy is more intense, leading to freedom from past, from pains and hurts of losing a loved one.
That is when death becomes a Pentecost. When the Holy Spirit came down upon the Apostles and the Blessed Virgin Mary in Jerusalem 50 days after Easter, the Third Person of the Blessed Trinity did not come to replace Jesus. The Holy Spirit is a distinct Person of the Trinity in whose power all the followers and believers of Christ have been empowered to make Him present until now in our collective re-membering of Him in the Church and the Sacraments. In the Holy Spirit who comes to us daily, we overcome and transcend every death we go through in life, enabling us to re-member our departed loved ones by being a member of those left behind.
Photo by author, Sacred Heart Novitiate, Novaliches, QC, 18 March 2024.
Since mommy’s death, I have gone home thrice already. How I loved to walk inside her room, trying so hard to get those feelings or vibes when she was still alive I miserably miss most as the days moved on.
One thing I have noticed, though, is that strange feeling of our home suddenly so empty as in “kakalog-kalog” as we say in Tagalog. Mommy ko lang nawala sa amin pero parang nawala ang lahat sa bahay?
Now I know better why the mother is the light of the family or “ilaw ng tahanan” because after she had died, her light in our home was turned off that seemed to have made our home so dark, so light and hollowed. However, when we gathered as siblings together with our nieces and nephew and relatives, the warmth of our home returns as if mommy is with us , still with us.
That is when the Holy Spirit comes amid the darkness of every death. A Pentecost when we are reminded of those still with us who must band closer together to make our departed more present in our collective re-membering. No wonder, it was also the final instruction of Jesus to His disciples at their Last Supper when He told them as He gave them the chalice to “Do this in memory of me” or “in remembrance of me”. In Greek, it is called anamnesis which is more than remembering or recalling but making present, making a reality.
Photo by author, Sacred Heart Novitiate, Novaliches, QC, 20 March 2024.
And the reality is this – every person is valuable beyond measure.
So fragile too! Because we can easily lose them in a snap.
We realize and feel this most true in death when we experience deeply “someone like me” whom I love, whom I care for is gone because in every death of a beloved, a part of us dies too. Even if he/she is an enemy or somebody we are not in good terms with, we feel a loss within because for better or worst, the deceased made us feel our humanity.
It is said that “one life is too many.” Very true. Today God gives us the gift and power to re-member those not with us by connecting with those still living with us. Make that connection now and soon you too shall see the face we sorely miss together. Have a blessed remaining half-week!
Quiet Storm by Fr. Nicanor F. Lalog II, 10 May 2024
Photo by Veejay Villafranca/Bloomberg via Getty Images
My most vivid image of mommy’s love for me is from June 1979 when I bid her goodbye in her sari-sari store on my way to the high school seminary. That was the last time I felt I was a kid, her child, when she hugged me tightly, then held my head and kissed me as she fixed by combed hair, telling me “magpapakabait ka doon, anak.”
She had always been against my entering the seminary, saying I was too young to know about the priesthood. She did all the scare tactics to me: “hindi ka mag-aasawa, isda at tuyo araw-araw ang ulam ninyo, hindi masarap pagkain doon…” She finally allowed me to enter the seminary on second year high school I believe after my dad had silently persuaded her.
It was funny because on my fourth year before graduation, I felt I was not ready yet for the major seminary that was eventually confirmed by the results of my entrance exam (psychological tests actually) to San Carlos Seminary that it was suggested I better leave the seminary.
My mother Corazon before their wedding in 1964.
Tama nga si mommy.
It was from then on when we had that kind of not so smooth mother-son relationship. I felt far from her as she would always say something to my plans and decisions. She was not really a contravida but more of an oppositionist. That is why when I felt my vocation anew later in 1988, I never told her about it until I was about to go back to the seminary. That time, there was no more hugging and kissing maybe because I was already an adult, a man bigger and stronger than her.
But what was most memorable for me now that she is gone was the scene every time I would go back the seminary and later to my assignments as a priest.
Whenever I would tell her “mommy, uuwi na po ako”, she would say while smiling, “e nasa bahay ka, paano ka pa uuwi?”
That happened so often that she sounded so corny but still, thank God, I never tired explaining to her, “uuwi sa seminaryo” later to Malolos then to Bagbaguin and now to Fatima. She never failed to banter with me with her dry humor and stroke during those moments of my leaving home. I think she was telling me in those every good bye of ours that my home would always be her, my family. That is why after her body was taken from her room last Tuesday morning, the scene that struck me most on her death was her empty room, vacant big bed.
As I left home pauwi sa Fatima, the morning sunshine were so lovely as it softly brightened mommy’s empty room as she is now “home” in heaven with daddy.
Overall, I feel so joyful and grateful in my mother’s demise. She left so peacefully in her sleep as I have prayed to God daily. The outpouring of love and sympathies and friends are beyond our expectations or imaginations. But, there is that fear, a dread in me about coming home, finding her room empty, telling me she is gone.
Mommy’s room is now empty but our hearts are so full of her love, of her memories, of her gift of self.
During the pandemic, I begged God not to take my mom yet. I told God I was not ready because she was primarily the reason I “go home”. As I reflect on the meaning of that image of her empty room, I realized that it is not about going home but coming home. We go home to the house and place but we come home to persons, to family and friends.
Pag-uwi in Tagalog which is literally coming home. Not going home. Because when we leave, we say uuwi also as we come home to our new home.
We Filipinos express both our kinship and Christian faith in our goodbyes.
Our professor in liturgy Msgr. Andy Valera used to tell us we never say aalis na ako or “I am leaving” because that means we are angry. It is very rude and should never be said when saying goodbye in any Filipino gathering. Instead, we say next to uuwi na ako either tutuloy na ako or mauna na ako. But, how can we make tuloy which is to enter when we are in fact leaving? And why say mauna na ako which means I’ll go ahead when nobody is going with you?
Photo by author.
According to Msgr. Andy, our coming home indicates our theology of heaven: we all come home, uwi to heaven our true home that is why when we leave our gatherings we say tutuloy na ako because in the end, we enter heaven. Most of all, we say mauna na ako because nobody knows who is next to die.
What a beautiful lesson I just realized now after mommy had died; even if she’s gone and her empty is room, I will still come home to my sisters and brother, nieces and nephew, relatives and neighbors.
How lovely that despite the pain and emptiness death creates in us here on earth is also the grace of God to fill each others heart with His loving presence and joy as we await our final coming home to Him with our departed loved ones in heaven.
Jesus told his disciples: “Do not let your hearts be troubled. You have faith in God; have faith also in me. In my Father’s house there are many dwelling places. If there were not, would I have told you that I am going to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back again and take you to myself, so that where I am you also may be.”
John 14:1-3
The best way to come home to heaven is to come home often to our family and friends not only to dine and celebrate but most of all, to praise and thank God in prayers, especially the Sunday Mass. God bless everyone!
Lawiswis ng Salita ni P. Nicanor F. Lalog II, Ika-6 ng Mayo 2024
Larawan kuha ng may-akda, Anvaya Cove sa Morong, Bataan, ika-15 ng Abril 2024.
Sana'y dinggin itong aking awit tungkol sa pananahimik na higit sa pagwawalang-imik o kunwari'y pagiging bingi bagkus pakikinig na mabuti sa bawat tinig dahil ang katahimikan ay hindi kawalan kungdi kapunuan; sa katahimikan tayo ay bumabalik sa ating pinagmulan namumuhay tulad nang sa sinapupunan nakikiramdam, lahat pinakikinggan dahil nagtitiwala kaya naman sa pananahimik tayo ay nakakapakinig, nagkaka-niig, higit sa lahat ay umiibig dahil ang tunay na pag-ibig tiyak na tahimik hindi ipinaririnig sa bibig kungdi kinakabig ng dibdib maski nakapikit dama palagi ang init!
Ganyan ang katahimikan, hindi lamang napapakinggan kungdi nararamdaman nakabibinging katotohanan kaya laging kinatatakutan ayaw pakinggan iniiwasan di alintana sa kahuli-hulihan katahimikan ang tiyak nating hahantungan magpakailanman kaya ngayon pa lang ating nang kaibiganin ang katahimikan, matutunang harapin at tanggapin tulad ng sa salamin tunay na pagkatao natin upang pabutihin, dalisayin sa katahimikan pa rin.
Larawan kuha ng may-akda sa Bgy. Kaysuyo, Alfonso, Cavite, 27 Abril 2024.
Lawiswis ng Salita ni P. Nicanor F. Lalog II, Ika-06 ng Disyembre 2023
Larawan kuha ng may akda sa Dau, Mabalacat, Pampanga noong Nobyembre 2022.
Huwag sanang masamain itong aking lathalain tungkol sa isang hindi magandang gawain tuwing panahon ng Pasko ng Pagsilang ng Panginoong Jesus nating mahal. Totoong sa panahong ito na malamig ang simoy ng hangin at dama ang tuwa at kagalakan ng lahat saanman ngunit mayroong ilan na hindi maganda ang mga nasa loobin at damdamin.
Tunay nga na ang diwa ng Pasko ay ang pagbibigay ng dakilang handog ng Diyos sa atin ng Kanyang Bugtong na Anak kung kaya tayo man ay tinatawagang magbahagi ng biyaya at pagpapala Niya sa ating kapwa; ngunit, hindi nangangahulugang sasamantalahin natin ang panghihingi kaninuman. Hindi naman malaking bahagi ng Kapaskuhan ang panghihingi kumpara sa gampaning magbigay at magbahagi.
Gayun din naman, sakaling tayo ay manghihingi, ito ay dapat sa diwa pa rin ng ginawang pagbibigay ng Diyos ng Kanyang Anak sa atin. Alalaong baga, lagi nating isaalang-alang ang pagmamahal o charity sa tuwing tayo ay hihingi. At mamamasko. Magbigay man o manghingi, Pasko man o hindi, dapat si Kristo ang batayan ng ating gawain.
Dalawang bagay ang ibig kong ibahagi.
Larawan kuha ng may akda sa Dau, Mabalacat, Pampanga noong Nobyembre 2022.
Una ay dapat nating alalahanin na kusa ang pagbibigay at pagbabahagi. Huwag tayong namimilit sa panghihingi. Mayroong mga iba na kung makahingi at mamasko ay parang may pinatago. Higit sa lahat, akala mo obligasyon ng lahat ng hingian ay magbigay!
Minsan nakita ko post ng isang kaibigan naninirahan sa Canada. Tahasan niyang sinabi sa kanyang post sa Facebook na huwag na siyang anyayahan maging “friend” kasi malulungkot lang sila. Paliwanag ng kaibigan ko palagi na lang daw kasunod ng pag-anyaya sa kanya sa Facebook ay, “mare, pahiram naman…”
Juice colored! Akala ko ako lang ang ginaganoon! At lalong nagulat ang kaibigan ko na pati daw ba ako ay hinihingian? E oo ika ko. Gusto pa nga ng iba ay G-cash e wala naman akong ganun.
Larawan kuha ng may akda sa Dau, Mabalacat, Pampanga noong Nobyembre 2022.
Hindi lahat ng tao ay nakaluluwag sa buhay. At kung sakali mang sila ay nakaririwasa, hindi ito dahilan para sila ay hingan. At hingan ng hingan.
Aaminin ko sa inyo na talamak ito sa mga taong-simbahan na wala nang ginawa kungdi manghingi nang manghingi.
Tanungin ninyo kung ano kanilang naibigay pati ng kanilang pari, wala. Ni panahon hindi makapagbigay, ni ayaw magmisa, hindi mahagilap at kung makahingi, wagas. At may presyo pa!
Higit sa lahat, yung iba nananakot pa kung hindi magbibigay ay baka daw “malasin”. Sila na rin ang sumalungat sa turo na walag suwerte suwerte sa pananampalataya dahil lahat ay pagpapala.
Pakaisipin din sana natin ngayong panahon ng Kapaskuhan lalo na marahil ay mayroong “favorite charity” o mga sadyang binabahaginan at tinutulungan ang marami nating mga kababayan lalo na yaong mga nakaluluwag sa kabuhayan. Maging ang Panginoong Jesus ay hindi naman pinagbigyan ang lahat ng lumapit sa kanya noon.
Larawan kuha ng may akda sa Dau, Mabalacat, Pampanga noong Nobyembre 2022.
Ikalawa, maging magalang sa panghihingi. Nakalulungkot kasi na maraming tao ngayon ang hindi na yata marunong mahiya sa panghihingi. Wala man lamang pagpipitagan. Gaya nga ng daing ng kaibigan ko, akala mo makikipag-kaibigan pero iba pala ang layon.
Ito yung mga text na bitin tulad ng “Pare…” o kaya ay “mare”. Sinasabi ko yan maski sa mga kakilala ko. Huwag na huwag kayong magtetext ng bitin. Yun bang akala mo mayroong masamang nangyari kaya ikaw naman biglang titingin sabay text ulit ng humihingi ng pabor.
Pasensiya na po. Ang tawag doon ay “kawalan ng modo.” Kabastusan.
Laganap ang sisteng ito sa internet lalo na noong 2020 nang kasagsagan ng COVID pandemic at lockdown. Noong Kapaskuhan noon, mayroong nagtanong sa akin na tama daw ba iyong gawain ng ilang inaanak na namamasko at sinasabing i-Gcash na lang kanilang aguinaldo?
Sabi ko ay hindi. Iyon ika ko ay kawalan ng paggalang. Pang-aabuso. Walang pinagkaiba sa holdap.
Larawan kuha ng may akda sa Dau, Mabalacat, Pampanga noong Nobyembre 2022.
Muli, walang obligasyon ang sino man na magbigay at magregalo kanino man kahit kailan. Kusa ang pagreregalo. Higit sa lahat, ang regalo ay tanda ng pagkatao ng nagbigay. Kung ipipilit ang panghihingi ng tulong o abuloy o regalo, samakatwid, kinalimutan ang pagkatao ng hinihingian.
At iyan ang mabahong simoy ng Pasko.
Pumarito si Kristo at nagkatawang-tao katulad natin upang ipakita sa atin ang ating dangal bilang tao. Na ang daan sa pagiging katulad ng Diyos na banal ay sa pagpapakatao. Kung ang tuon ng pansin ngayong Pasko ay ang regalo, abuloy, o tulong na makakamit, ibig sabihin wala ang diwa ni Kristo sa nanghihingi.
Ituring na lang silang mga tulisan o mga mapagsamantala sa pagkakataon. At sana ay maimulat din sa tunay na diwa ng Pasko, ng pagbibigay at panghihingi. Simple lang naman ang paanyaya ng Diyos sa atin na ibahagi si Kristo araw-araw sa ating pagmamahal at paglilingkod ano mang panahon. Higit sa mga pera at bagay na kaloob ay ang sariling pagkatao. Nawa ay maging makabuluhan at kaaya-aya ang inyong Kapaskuhan!
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 anoang “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!
Sabi ko nga sa inyo, kumbinsido ako na mas maraming nasa langit kesa nasa impiyerno. Gagawa at gagawa ng paraan ang Diyos upang masagip ang isang kaluluwa kesa mapahamak sa walang hanggang apoy ng impiyerno.
Tinawag tayo ng Diyos hindi upang parusahan, kundi upang iligtas sa pamamagitan ng ating Panginoong Jesu-Cristo.
1 Tesalonica 5:9
Maraming pagkakataon ko ito napatunayan bilang pari, lalo mula noong 2021 nang maging chaplain ako dito sa pagamutan. Hindi ko makakalimutan yung isa naming pasyente noong isang taon bago mag-Undas.
Larawan kuha ni Dra. Mylene A. Santos, MD sa France, 2022.
Pagkaraan kong magmisa ng Miyerkules ng tanghali sa aming Basic Education Department, nakatanggap ako ng sick call sa aming emergency room. Kaagad ako pumunta at inabutan ko ang isang matandang lalaki na naka-oxygen at maraming mga aparatu na naka-monitor sa kanya.
Lampas 90 na kanyang edad at ang sabi sa akin ng duktor ay maaring pumanaw ang pasyente ano mang oras. Sa malakas kong tinig, sinikap kong kausapin ang pasyente, sinabihan ko siyang magsisi sa kanyang mga kasalanan habang siya ay aking dinarasalan at papahiran ng Banal na Langis. Bumalik ako sa aming university pagkatapos noon.
Laking gulat ko nang sumunod na araw ng Linggo sa aking paghahatid ng Komunyon at pagbabasbas sa mga may-sakit sa aming pagamutan: buhay pa rin iyong pasyente sa pinuntahan ko ng Miyerkules sa ER!
At nang sumunod na araw na naman ng Linggo, naroon pa rin ang naturang pasyente – buhay! Maniwala kayo, umabot pa ng ikatlong araw ng Linggo ang naturang pasyente na dinalaw ko at dinasalan. Nagtataka na rin mga duktor at nars na kung ilang ulit na rin iyon nag-delikado ngunit biglang lumalakas na di mawari.
Noong ikatlong araw ng Linggo na iyon, kinausap ako ng panganay na anak na babae na umuwi mula sa Amerika. Nalaman ko na tatlo silang magkakapatid na puro babae, pawang mga may asawa na rin sila. Filipino-Chinese sila na may-ari ng malaking negosyo sa Bulacan. Wala na ang kanilang ina na pumanaw sa sakit na cancer noon pa.
Larawan kuha ng may-akda, Camp John Hay, Baguio City, 12 Hulyo 2023.
Laking gulat ko at nangilabot din ako sa kuwento ng panganay na anak na babae: mahilig ang kanilang ama sa mga occult practices gaya ng pagkausap sa kaluluwa ng mga yumao nilang kamag-anak at iba pang mga espiritu, ang pag gamit ng mga anting-anting, mga tarot cards, ouija board at marami pang iba.
Bago daw iyon maglubha, pilit na ipinapasa sa isa sa kanilang magkakapatid ang “kapangyarihan” na nakuha sa yumao nilang lola na ina ng kanilang ama. Inutusan daw silang kunin at dasalin mga aklat-dasalan ng kanilang ama na nasa tila wikang Latin. Noon lamang daw nila nakita mga iyon bagama’t naaalala nilang patagong ginagamit ng tatay nila mga iyon noon pa man.
Noon ko naisip na kaya hindi pa pumapanaw ang naturang pasyente na ibig ipasa kanyang mga occult practices sa kanyang anak. Tinanong ko magkakapatid ano kanilang saloobin at pare-pareho silang ayaw nilang tumulad sa kanilang ama. Natuwa naman ako sa kanilang desisyon kaya ipinaliwanag ko na rin sa kanila ang kahulugan at mga implikasyon ng occult practices ng tatay nila. Kailangan kako na “madeliver” siya mula sa impluwensiyang iyon ng demonyo at ikalawa, wasakin mga gamit niya kayat ipinakuha ko iyon habang ako naman ay umuwi ng parokya upang kunin ang aklat ng exorcismo ni P. Jocis Syquia.
Larawan kuha ng may-akda, Pambansang Dambana ng Birhen ng Fatima, 06 Nobyembre 2023.
Pagbalik ko ng parokya, una kong ginawa ay nangumpisal ng aking mga kasalanan sa kasama naming pari. Kumain lamang ako ng kaunti at saka nanalangin sa harap ng Santisimo Sakramento. Pagkaraan ng isang oras, bumalik ako sa ospital upang ganapin ang deliverance prayer sa pasyente ayon sa aklat ni P. Syquia. Muli ko siyang pinahiran ng Banal na Langis at nanalangin kami ng kanyang pamilya pagkaraan ng deliverance session.
Pagkaraan noon ay dinasalan ko at binasbasan mga aklat-dasalan, anting-anting at iba pang mga gamit sa occult ng pasyente na pinagsama-sama ng kanilang boy sa isang black plastic bag. Hindi ko na binulatlat pa ni hawakan mga iyon. Basta, mahigpit kong pinagbilinan yung boy na sunugin lahat ng mga iyon at itapon sa ilog mga abo. Huwag na huwag ka ika ko magtatago ni kukuha ng isa kungdi ay mapapasama kanyang buhay. Hapon na nang maka-uwi ako ng parokya at ang una kong ginawa ay manalangin muli sa harapan ng Santisimo Sakramento.
Umuwi ang naturang pasyente kinabukasan araw ng Lunes. Wala pa raw isang oras sa bahay habang nakahiga sa bago niyang hospital bed, payapang pumanaw ang naturang pasyente. Ayon sa mga nars, nagbalik doon ang panganay na anak na babaeng kumausap sa akin upang magpaabot ng pasasalamat at naikuwento nga paanong pumanaw ang kanilang ama.
Larawan ni Lucifer, ang Satanas, mula sa wikipediacommons.org.
Muli, mga ginigiliw ko, noon ko napatunayan ang lalim at lawak, ang di masusukat na pagmamahal sa atin ng Diyos na hindi niya tayo tatawaging mamatay nang hindi pa handa.
Pakiwari ko ay sa tatlong linggong iyon mula nang pahiran ko ng Langis sa ER ang naturang pasyente, nakipagbuno at babag sa demonyo si San Miguel Arkanghel sa utos ng Diyos upang agawin at iligtas ang kaluluwa ng taong iyon.
Isinulat ko rin ito upang tigilan na rin sana ng mga makababasa nito ang anu mang uri ng mga occult practices pati na mga tawas at pagpunta sa mga faith healer, manghuhula at espiritista. Magpatingin muna sa duktor kung mayroong karamdaman. Lakipan ito ng taimtim na pananalangin at matibay na pananalig sa Diyos nating makapangyarihan sa lahat. Amen.
Quiet Storm by Fr. Nicanor F. Lalog II, 20 September 2023
Photo by Mr. Ryan John Jacob, December 2022.
Every time we pray is a moment of grace from God, not only to the one praying or pray-er but most of all to others. To see somebody at prayer is a sight filled with great wonder and blessings from God because every prayer period is a divine operation.
Please don’t get me wrong. Whenever we pray and others see us, it always has an effect on them. Many times we have heard some people saying nasty things at the sight of those deep in prayer especially here at social media with ready templates casting moral aspersions on pray-ers as hypocrites and show offs. People who do that most likely do not pray at all, do not know anything about prayer. Most likely, they are a variant of the self-righteous Pharisee in the Lord’s parable (Lk. 18:9-14). Prayer moments are founts of grace not only for pray-ers but for others as well.
My point is simple. Just keep praying. Follow your inner leading to pray, to stop by a church or a chapel, to kneel and make the Sign of the Cross because every time we pray, our prayer is already answered by God. Not only for us but for others too.
Photo by author, Our Lady of Fatima University, 13 September 2023.
The other day I shared with you how my mother had taught us how to pray. Today I share with you an aspect of prayer I have learned from my father who witnessed to us the essence and beauty of praying.
As far as I can remember in my early childhood days until I have become a priest, my immediate, unforgettable image of my dad is being a man of prayer, a man at prayer.
Every morning before he would go to office, I have seen him praying in front of our altar of Christ the King and Sacred Heart. It was a ritual I have come to unconsciously imitate that would start with the lighting of candles before the sacred images, after which he would genuflect making the Sign of the Cross in deep silence and as he rose after a few moments of pause, that is when he pulls out his Rosary. That’s every morning before leaving for work he had continued until his retirement.
When he comes home in the afternoon, his ritual began with washing himself to change clothes before going to the altar with the usual lighting of candles, silent genuflection while making the Sign of the Cross. He would leave the candles burning to go down and join us kids in front of the grotto to pray the Angelus at 6pm while listening to Radio Veritas.
On weekends, he did the same routine in the afternoon. Daddy spent Saturdays and Sundays doing his two favorite things, cooking in the morning and reading in the afternoon. Oh, he read everything from old newspapers and magazines to his many book collections and finally in the afternoon, his two staple reading companions – that big, red Holy Bible and that little green book called “My Spiritual Diary” by the Daughters of St. Paul which I could not remember where I have kept.
My mom and dad always together, our first teachers about God and prayer.
When people ask me how my vocation started, I tell them my parents never encouraged me to become a priest. In fact both were surprised when I sought their permission to enter the seminary after grade six. But, I believe it was my father who unconsciously planted the seeds of my priestly vocation when I would always see him praying since childhood.
When my only brother Willy, our youngest, was born prematurely at eight months in December 15, 1973, dad gathered us three siblings in our sala downstairs near his big escritorio to inform us of his condition, of how he was very sick inside the incubator and would have to stay longer in the hospital for treatment while my mom might come home before Christmas. Then he told us almost in whisper as his voice would crack that we pray hard for Willy and mommy. We did not understand then what he meant to pray hard. All I remembered was how that night I saw him in bed alone as my mother was still in GSIS Hospital (now East Avenue Medical Center), staring at the ceiling as he held his rosary on his chest. Decades later when I was back in the seminary, he told me that was the only time he really learned to pray hard when Willy was born prematurely. I never understood dad’s words of “praying hard” except that like him, I have tried to pray always.
Photo by author, Jerusalem, May 2019.
I have no claims to holiness for I am a sinner. And that is why I always pray even if at times I doubt my prayers or if God listens at all to me! But God never fails to console me at times when people tell me how they have learned to pray after seeing me prayed.
Parishioners notice us priests when we pray or not. Both here and abroad, I have heard lay people saying how they love seeing us priests pray because they are touched. Imagine that simple act of praying as a form of witnessing to Christ. What is wonderful is that parishioners learn to pray more for their priests when they see them praying which leads to more grace and blessings for everyone from God!
Of course, we pray not to be seen but prayer is our life as priests and lay alike. We are all blessed when we pray. Period. No one can judge if we are praying right except God. What matters is we keep praying. Hence, give us your priests those sacred space and sacred moments to pray most of all! Don’t invite us out at night anymore.
Though Jesus had instructed us that “when you pray, go into your inner room to pray in secret” (Mt.6:6ff), he does not tell us not to pray in public. What is essential in prayer is being true and humble before God, of going inside our selves – our inner room in secret – like in Christ’s parable of the proud Pharisee and sinful tax collector at the temple (Lk. 18:9-14).
Prayer is being one with God. We call it communion. It happens most truly when we pray and others see us that they too are moved to be one with God. And that is when communion starts to happen, when we truly follow Jesus as his disciples by praying together.
Photo by Mr. Red Santiago, January 2020.
He summoned the crowd with his disciples and said to them, “Whoever wishes to come after me must deny himself, take up his cross and follow me. Whoever is ashamed of me and of my words in this faithless and sinful generation, the Son of Man will be ashamed of when he comes in his Father’s glory with the holy angels.”
Mark 8:34, 38
For us to be truly the Church, the Body of Christ, we have to be a community of disciples at prayer. Together. In Christ, with Christ, through Christ. Amen. Have a blessed and prayerful remaining half of the week!
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