Lord My Chef Daily Recipe for the Soul, 29 July 2025 Tuesday, Memorial of Sts. Martha, Mary and Lazarus, Siblings 1 John 4:7-16 <'[[[[>< + ><]]]]'> John 11:19-27
“The Raising of Lazarus”, 1311 painting by Duccio de Buoninsegna from commons.wikimedia.org
What a beautiful reminder to us, dear Jesus on this day as we celebrate the Memorial of the Holy Siblings Saints Martha, Mary and Lazarus: the only time they are presented as one and complete was during the raising of Lazarus; you were there in their most sorrowful moment in life as brother and sisters because you have always been there with them in good times when they were all alive and well.
I pray, dear Jesus, for all siblings like Saints Martha, Mary and Lazarus to remain one as a family after their parents have been gone; so many times in such deep sorrow, we are like Martha telling you Lord, "if you had been here my brother - or sister or parents -would not have died" (John 11:21); but, your response to her and to us was so rich in meaning we can only summarize in love, "your brother will rise... I am the resurrection and the life; whoever believes in me, even if he dies, will live, and anyone who lives and believes in me will never die. Do you believe this?" (John 11:23, 25-26)
Help me believe like Martha, Jesus; help me believe by being more loving and caring with my family while still alive and well; help me believe by being more understanding and forgiving, more kind and sensitive with my brother or sister while still alive; please help, Jesus the siblings at odds with each other, not talking with each other, grouping together against each other because of betrayals and dishonesty in their share of inheritance; help them seek your face to be more just and loving because "love is of God" (1 John 4:7); let siblings be like Saints Martha, Mary and Lazarus be one in you, Jesus in faith, hope and love while still alive so that in their death they remain one in you. Amen.
Fr. Nicanor F. Lalog II Our Lady of Fatima University Valenzuela City (lordmychef@gmail.com)
An icon of Jesus visiting his friends, the siblings Sts. Lazarus, Mary and Martha. Photo from crossroadsinitiative.com.
Lawiswis ng Salita ni P. Nicanor F. Lalog II, Ika-24 ng Hulyo 2025
Larawan kuha ni Maria Tan ng ABS-CBN News, 24 Hulyo 2024 sa P. Florentino Street, Quezon City.
Pangunahing problema tuwing bumabaha ang napakaraming dala nitong “layak” o basura dala ng baha at ng dagat.
Ngunit mayroong higit na marumi at masamang uri ng layak na dulot ng pagbaha. Hindi ito mga bagay na tinatapon sa kapaligiran na bumabara sa maraming kanal at daanan ng tubig kaya bumabaha. Katulad ng mga basurang nagkalat tuwing bumabaha, ang mga layak na ito ay kagagawan din nating mga tao – ito ang sobrang gamit ng cellphone at babad sa social media.
Madalas hindi natin alintana masamang dulot sa ating katauhan ng cellphone at iba pang gadgets na siyang kasangkapan natin upang malulong sa bisyo ng social media. Maraming nang pag-aaral na isinagawa sa pinsalang dulot ng sobrang gamit ng mga gadgets lalo na sa mga bata kaya ilang mauunlad na bansa sa Europa ang mayroong nang mga batas na ipinagbabawal ang mga cellphone sa paaralan.
Ayon sa mga dalubhasa, nakaka-manhid ng pagkatao ang sobrang gamit ng mga gadgets at pagkabantad sa social media. Mayroong kasabihan sa Inggles na “the medium is the message” na buhat sa yumaong Canadian communication expert na si Marshall McLuhan.
Walang tahasang salin sa ating wika ang kanyang pahayag na nagsasaad na ang tao ay nahuhubog ng kasangkapang palagi niyang ginagamit. Katulad ng cellphone kapag sobra ang paggamit nito kaya marami ngayon ang makasarili. Hindi iyang maikakaila lalo sa tahanan na kapag tinawag mga bata upang utusan, ang sagot parati ay “wait” o maghintay kasi mayroong ka-text o mayroong nilalarong game. Higit sa lahat, kitang-kita ang masamang epekto ng cellphone sa katagang selfie na hindi malayo ang tunog at kahulugan sa Inggles na selfish.
Una ko ito napansin noong 2012 habang ako ay nasa parokya at pumupunta sa mga may-sakit at naghihingalo upang magpahid ng Banal na Langis. Matay ko mang isipin – ano nasa puso at kalooban ng isang anak na sa halip na malungkot at magdasal kung naghihingalo ang kanyang ina o ama, ang unang ginagawa ay buksan ang cellphone upang irecord aming pagdarasal? Nang malipat ako bilang kapelyan ng isang pagamutan, ganoon din ang palagi kong nasasaksihan kaya naman ginawa ko nang personal na adbokasya na sabihan mga bantay ng pasyente na bawal ang cellphone tuwing sick call. Mariin kong sinasabihan, minsan ng mga kasamang nurse ang mga bantay ng pasyente malubha man o hindi ang karamdaman na samahan ako sa pagdarasal para gumaling ang may sakit kesa sila ay magkuha ng larawan o video.
Ang masakit nito, pagkatapos kong pahiran ng langis ang pasyente, sasabihan ko mga bantay na mag-rosaryo at saka sila matutulala kasi wala silang rosaryo at ni hindi marunong mag-rosaryo, kabataan man o matanda! Sa pagkakataon na iyon tinuturo ko kabutihann ng cellphone: buksan ninyo ika ko ang YouTube tapos hanapin “how to pray the rosary” at sundan nila iyon upang madasalan kanilang may-sakit o naghihingalong mahal sa buhay.
Gayon din sinasabi ko tuwing magbabasbas ako ng sasakyan o tahanan: itago ninyo inyong mga cellphone at samahan ako na magdasal sa pagbabasbas. Sa halip na magpicture o magvideo wika ko sa mga may-ari ng bahay at sasakyan, magdasal tayo para higit kayong pagpalain.
Sa sobrang cellphone, marami hindi na hababatid ang realidad, ang katotohanan ng kapwa at kapaligiran. Kaya naman hindi na rin masyadong nakapag-iisip at minsan nakakasakit ng damdamin sa mga sinasabi at ginagawa.
Katulad nitong isang vlogger kamakailan nang kasagsagan ng ulan at pagbaha nang sabihin sa kanyang post na sa mga ganitong panahon makikita ang kainaman ng paninirahan sa condominium. Wala aniyang baha at tulo sa mga kisame kaya mahimbing kang makakatulog at pagkatapos ay kakain at manonood ng Netflix. Binatikos ng mga netizens kanyang pagiging insensitive sa kanyang post na di alintana ang maraming mga stranded at lumusong sa baha habang higit pa rin maraming kababayan natin ang ni walang masilungang sariling tahanan na madalas ay puro tulo tuwing tag-ulan.
Mabuti at humingi na ng tawad ang naturang vlogger habang kanyang niliwanag na kaisa siya sa paghihirap ng marami ngayong panahon ng pagbaha dahil aniya, lumaki siya sa mga bahaing lugar ng Valenzuela at Malabon.
Maraming pagkakataon na walang masamang intention ang mga vloggers sa kanilang mga posts; manapa’y, mabuti naman talaga ang kanilang layunin sa kanilang mga inilalabas na content. Subalit hindi po sapat na dahilan ang mabuting layunin sa ano mang gawain dahil wika nga ni San Agustin, “the road to hell is paved with good intentions.”
Mula sa Facebook, 22 Hulyo 2025.
Parang ganito ang nangyari kahapon sa Calumpit, Bulacan – ang tila kawalan ng sensitivity ng kanilang lokal na pamahalaan sa pa-raffle na “E-Ayuda” na kung saan hinikayat ang mga nasalanta ng pagbaha ay magpadala ng kanilang selfie habang nasa loob ng binaha nilang tahanan.
Ano nga kayang pag-iisip nila sa pagtulong na ito? At sa kabila ng maraming pagbabatikos, itinuloy pa rin ang raffle na inere ng live sa Facebook kung saan ang background ay ang malaking imahen ng Mahal na Birheng Maria na marahil noon ay lumuluha sa kapighatian. At kahihiyan.
Hindi natin kinukuwestiyon kabutihan ng kanilang mayora. Maaring siya nga ay matulungin subalit ang kanyang pamamaraan ay sadyang nakakalungkot. Kung anong lalim ng baha sa Calumpit, tila siyang babaw yata ng kanilang pamamaraan ng pagtulong.
Ang higit na malungkot sa kanilang e-Ayuda raffle ay ang matinding pagsuporta at pagtatanggol ng mga taga-Calumpit sa mayora nila. Mababasa sa threads ng diskusyon na wala silang nakitang mali sa ginawa ng kanilang mabuting mayora. Higit sa lahat, anila, huwag makialam ang mga hindi naman taga-roon. Wala daw tayong pakialam dahil hindi natin dama kanilang kalagayan.
Mula sa Facebook, 21 Hulyo 2025.
Iyan ang sinasabi kong masamang epekto nitong sobrang cellphone at social media na nagiging manhid o insensitive tayo sa iba. Iyan ang pinakamababang uri ng isang selfie. Wala daw tayong pakialam sa kanila. Ewan ko kung mayroon pang bababa doon? Sana ay wala na at magising tayo sa katotohanan ng ating pagkatao na mayroong dangal na siyang dapat itanghal sa lahat ng pagkakataon.
Nakakalungkot na isipin na naging manhid na tayo at tila di na dama pagkatao ng kapwa sa panahong ito. Ang pinakamasaklap nito, ang buhay ng tao parang naging showbiz na lamang o isang palabas na dapat panoorin.
Hindi palabas ang buhay kungdi paloob kung saan naroroon ang kabutihang-loob kaya mayroong utang na loob na palaging tinitingnan at tinatandaan. Kapag puro tayo palabas, mawawala na saysay ng buhay at katauhan ng bawat isa. Kaya marahil ganyan nangyayari sa atin ngayon, kanya-kanyang pasikat at pasiklab para sa katanyagan at aminin natin, pera pera na nga lang ang buhay ngayon sa karamihan.
Pagmasdan itong layak at basurang lumalaganap lalo kung panahon ng kalamidad at sakuna na kung saan inuuna ng karamihan ang buksan kanilang cellphone upang kunan o i-video mga nasalanta o naaksidente sa halip na tulungan muna. Maraming nakakalimot na ang mga pinakamahahalagang bagay sa buhay natin ay hindi maaring makita at ni hindi rin kayang ipakita sapagkat ang mga ito ay nakaukit doon sa ating puso at kalooban.
Ang mga higit na mahalalaga sa atin bilang tao ay dinarama sa kalooban. Wala ito sa panlabas nating anyo kaya naman dapat higit nating pangalagaan at ingatan ang bawat tao na nalikhang kawangis at kalarawan ng Diyos na hindi nakikita. Ito ang sabi ng minamahal na alagad ni Jesus, “Walang taong nakakita sa Diyos kailanman, ngunit kung tayo’y nag-iibigan, nasa atin siya at nagiging ganap sa atin ang kanyang pag-ibig” (1 Juan 4:12). Nawa maging tunay ating pagmamahalan at malasakit sa isa’t isa maski hindi nakikita. Basta nadarama. God bless po sa inyo!
Lord My Chef Daily Recipe for Soul, 23 July 2025 Wednesday, Memorial of St. Bridget of Sweden, Religious Exodus 16:1-5, 9-15 <*((((>< + ><))))*> Matthew 13:1-9
Photo by Fr. Pop Dela Cruz, San Miguel, Bulacan, 2022.
Lord Jesus, you are the Sower and your seed is always good: wherever it falls, it grows; most of all, you are most good as you never tire of going out to sow your good seed!
“A sower went out to sow… Whoever has ears ought to hear” (Matthew 13:3,9).
“The Sower” painting by Van Gogh from en.wikipedia.org
Open my heart and my soul, dear Jesus to listen intently to your word and be a "rich soil" like St. Bridget of Sweden whose devotion to family, to her people especially the poor and to Church reforms that led to the return of the papacy to Rome proved her to be a seed well sown; there are times when I am just like the path where your seeds fell that fed only the birds; quite often, I am like the rocky ground so full of enthusiasm but wanes quickly when challenges come; worst of all, Lord Jesus, free me from the many thorns that steal me from you that I stop maturing and growing; let me be the rich soil who receives you and your seed: let your light of truth and warmth of faith help me grow; may your hope nourish me especially when days are dark and nights are long; most of all, water me with your love and charity to bear all and be fruitful. Amen.
Fr. Nicanor F. Lalog II Our Lady of Fatima University Valenzuela City
Lord My Chef Daily Recipe for the Soul, 18 July 2025 Friday in the Fifteenth Week of Ordinary Time, Year I Exodus 11:10-12:14 <'[[[[>< + ><]]]]'> Matthew 12:1-8
Photo by author, Sacred Heart Novitiate, Novaliches, QC, 20 March 2025.
How lovely are your words today, O God, on this dark, rainy Friday with many light and shadows that show life's many contrasts with you still remaining with us, in us, and among us.
Although Moses and Aaron performed these various wonders in Pharaoh’s presence, the Lord made Pharaoh obstinate, and he would not let the children of Israel leave his land (Exodus 11:10).
You know everything, dear God that is why you set the stage for the first passover at "evening twilight" just in time for the people to see the light of freedom in you; you sometimes allow storms to happen but you already have provisions for us beforehand:
Jesus was going through a field of grain on the sabbath. His disciples were hungry and began ton pick the heads of grain and eat them (Matthew 12:1).
What a beautiful contrast is today's gospel!
How did it happen the Twelve were hungry while with Jesus who had fed more than 5000 people with just five loaves of bread and two pieces of fish?
Right there under the glaring light and heat of the sun on a Sabbath when you "fed" on the Twelve with grains in the field; moreover, when criticized by your enemies, you defended the Twelve!
You are a God of
mystery, Jesus!
Truly "greater than
the temple" for you are
the Christ,
the Son of God
who became human like us
to show us you are with us,
in us,
and among us
when everything seems
so dark or so bright
that may blind our sights;
incline our hearts to you, Jesus
who "desires mercy,
not sacrifices"
so that when we grapple
in light and shadows,
it is solely you whom we hold on.
Amen.
Fr. Nicanor F. Lalog II
Our Lady of Fatima University
Valenzuela City
Photo by author, Sacred Heart Novitiate, Novaliches 20 March 2025.
Lord My Chef Daily Recipe for the Soul, 17 July 2025 Thursday, Fifteenth Week in Ordinary Time, Year I Exodus 3:13-20 <*(((>< + ><)))*> Matthew 11:28-30
Photo by author, Cabo da Roca, Pundaquit, San Antonio, Zambales, 14 May 2025.
Today, I tried going back to your presence, Lord; I tried feeling your sacred ground again; there was no burning bush to see but I felt my heart burning inside as I dwelled on your name:
God replied, “I am who am.” Then he added, “This is what you shall tell the children of Israel: I Am sent me to you.” God spoke further to Moses, “This is my name forever; this is my title for all generations” (Exodus 3:14-15).
Unlike our name, your name "I AM", Lord is most unique - right away when I say your name, I feel you! Your name is more than a name for it is YOU yourself - so deep, so true, so powerful that you envelop me in your person; when I think of your name "I AM", I am already dissolved and overwhelmed! Moreover, your "I AM" is exactly what I feel, and realize, and experience in Christ calling us:
“Come to me, all you who labor and are burdened, and I will give you rest” (Matthew 11:28).
Photo by author, Sacred Heart Novitiate, Novaliches, QC, 2023.
Today I come to you, Jesus with all my burdens and worries, pains and hurts, sickness and sufferings; you are I AM, Lord - heed our cries like in Egypt: the crime and corruption so rampant, the selfishness and pride of everyone, the sin and evil that stink, a kind of darkness lurking everywhere; yes, there are modern Pharaohs lording over us today but most of all too, it is us who lord over our lives most of the time; bring us back to the burning bush so we may take off our sandals because the whole earth is yours which we have usurped and destroyed; let us feel you again, "I AM" all around, all encompassing; let us enter you, Lord, to experience your abundance of love and mercy, warmth and light, life and new hope; let us rest in you, Lord like in Eden when you alone is God. Not us. Amen.
Fr. Nicanor F. Lalog II Our Lady of Fatima University Valenzuela City
Photo by author, Hidden Spring Resort, Calauan, Laguna, February 2025.
Quiet Storm by Fr. Nicanor F. Lalog II, 15 July 2025
From the internet.
Bless me, for I have sinned: this Father is a “dinosaur” so afraid of modern technology, so hesitant even in upgrading my cellphone and laptop. And most of all, always suspicious of messages in social media.
Generally, I am more inclined to mistrust everything in the net. But, something happened this Monday that I feel like changing this attitude.
I have celebrated Mass of the Holy Spirit in our Cabanatuan City campus before noon when I found multiple “message requests” from some people asking if I know their former boss at NEDA, Mr. Joseph T. Lalog, a first cousin we fondly called Kuya Jojo.
My initial reaction was budol. Scam.
But when I read that he was in the ER of a hospital in EDSA, I prayed and finally hit the number sent to me by a certain Byron to inquire about Kuya Jojo. After a brief introduction, I was told Kuya Jojo had just died after being rushed that morning to the Victor R. Potenciano Medical Center (VRPMC) in EDSA, Mandaluyong City.
Kuya Jojo was allegedly found by a janitress lying on the floor in one of the restrooms of Shangrila Mall morning of July 14, 2025. He was rushed by the mall’s emergency response team to the ER of VRPMC where doctors tried to revive him but later declared as dead around noon that Monday.
The people at the ER checked Kuya Jojo’s contacts in his cellphone and like my initial reaction, his former staff and colleagues at work thought it was also budol until after they have personally called the hospital with some of them going there to verify the report.
That was when Byron and his colleagues at NEDA who were under Kuya Jojo tried reaching out to us by checking his Facebook contact lists of “Lalog” and “Tobias”. And similarly, we all suspected it could be a scam because Kuya Jojo had always been healthy without any vice at all. He was a varsity of the track and field team at De La Salle University where he finished AB Political Science.
What convinced me to set aside my doubts and press that number provided by Byron was his message that my Kuya Jojo would always speak to him about my being a priest. He asked in one of his texts, “kayo po ba si Father Nick pinsan ni Sir Jojo?” With that, I finally felt deep inside this must be true. Not a scam. Or budol.
Mahirap palang maging netizen, mabuhay sa internet.
You know that daily or maybe every second of struggles just to verify and check whether those messages and information in the social media are true or not.
Baka niloloko ka lang? O, ako lang ang OC, takot at duda sa social media?
Ang hirap lalo na sa gitna ng maraming kuwento ng pangloloko at mga budol ng kung sino sino sa social media at internet na kahit kaming mga pari niloloko o ginagamit sa pangbubudol!
At ang pinakamahirap sa lahat – kapag binabanggit na pangalan ng mga taong malapit sa iyo katulad ng pinsan kong buo na si Kuya Jojo. Ang hirap at nakakatakot paniwalaan mga texts na namatay o kung napano na…
That entire stretch of travel from Cabanatuan City to EDSA, I felt being warped between reality and virtual reality, between the net and the real world. What if this is not true? Paano ako?
Aside from those things running in my mind, I was also thinking of my elder relatives. How am I going to break the news? How reliable were those people if they were really the colleagues and staff of my cousin even after I spoke to one of them on phone?
As I thought of my cousin lying on the floor of the CR of the mall, suddenly I remembered last Sunday’s gospel of the good Samaritan. It was like a modern version. My cousin almost dead or already dead on the marble floor of the restroom when a janitress had the courage and mercy to call their emergency response team.
Most of all, of the most kindred souls of Kuya Jojo’s friends and colleagues who never gave up on reaching out to us. They are all the modern good Samaritans who “treated him with mercy” (Lk.10:37).
Photo by author, 14 July 2025.
I arrived 4:30 PM in the hospital where the ER doctor in charge briefed me of Kuya Jojo’s death. Soon Byron arrived and told the doctor my cousin’s medical condition while the funeral service sent by my uncle in Los Baños finally arrived at around 8:00 PM.
At the morgue, I gave the final blessings for Kuya Jojo before being transported to Los Baños where his wake will be held at the Heaven’s Gate Memorial Park in Bgy. Anos. After thanking and blessing Byron and the hospital staff, I booked my ride home as I had earlier sent home our university driver to rest for another trip to our Pampanga campus the following morning.
In less than ten minutes I was on board my Grab ride to Valenzuela City, still wondering what had happened that Monday. As I scrolled on my Facebook and Instagram with its bright light filling my ride, I felt a sense of relief that Jesus is very much present in the internet, in social media. St. Paul wrote it so well more than 2000 years ago that “where sin increased, grace overflowed all the more” (Rom. 5:20).
No matter how bad we see the world including the internet these days with its many sins and evil, God assured me that night that there are still far more good people, good Samaritans than evil ones. We simply have to make the right choice always by choosing Jesus who remains “the way, the truth, and the life” (Jn. 14:6). God bless everyone!
*Thank you to the staff and colleagues of the late Joseph T. Lalog at the NEDA. We do not have yet the details of his wake and interment as his sisters are arriving only this Thursday. On behalf of our clan, thank you and may God bless you more!
Lord My Chef Daily Recipe for the Soul, 11 July 2025 Friday, Memorial of St. Benedict, Abbot, Fourteenth Week in Ordinary Time Genesis 46:1-7, 28-30 <*{{{>< + ><}}}*> Matthew 10:16-23
For those still moving places, changing careers, pursuing new love, hobbies and interests; for those in their senior years embarking on new journeys in life, for those who have finally decided to leave their "comfort zones" to dare live life authentically, let us learn from Jacob, aka, Israel:
Israel set out with all that was his. When he arrived at Beer-sheba, he offered sacrifices to the God of his father Isaac. There God, speaking to Israel in a vision by night, called, “Jacob! Jacob!” He answered, “Here I am.” Then he said: “I am God, the God of your father. Do not be afraid to go down to Egypt, for there I will make you a great nation. Not only will I go down with you; I will also bring you back here, after Joseph has closed your eyes.” (Genesis 46:1-4)
Photo by author, Egypt, May 2019.
Thank you, dear God our loving Father in calling us and sending us still to missions despite our age and unworthiness; just be patient with us. Accompany us in this new journey we take in life; be our companion.
Thank you, dear God our loving Father in believing in us, in trusting us after all these years of hiding and running away from you; keep us faithful to your call and direction.
Thank you, dear God most of all for Jesus, in sending him to us who commissioned us to be like "sheep in the midst of wolves"; enlighten our minds and our hearts with your Holy Spirit so we may be "shrewd as serpents and simple as doves" (Matthew 10:16) in this world that values youth and technology, forgetting persons to be loved and cared and cherished like you.
Like St. Benedict who in his old age continued to follow you in new directions in his life and ministry, give us the courage to do the same for your greater glory. Amen.
St. Benedict, Pray for us.
Fr. Nicanor F. Lalog II Our Lady of Fatima University Valenzuela City
VATICAN CITY, VATICAN – MAY 08: Faithful in St. Peter’s Square participate in the first blessing of Pope Leo XIV immediately after the white smoke on May 08, 2025 in Vatican City, Vatican. White smoke was seen over the Vatican early this evening as the Conclave of Cardinals took just two days to elect Cardinal Robert Francis Prevost, who will be known as Pope Leo (Leone) XIV, as the 267th Supreme Pontiff after the death of Pope Francis on Easter Monday. (Photo by Ivan Romano/Getty Images)
Lord My Chef Daily Recipe for the Soul, 10 July 2025 Thursday in the Fourteenth Week of Ordinary Time, Year I Genesis 44:18-21, 23-29; 45:1-5 <*{{{>< + ><}}}*> Matthew 10:7-15
Photo by author, August 2024.
“Come closer to me,” he told his brothers. When they had done so, he said: “I am your brother Joseph, whom you once sold into Egypt. But now do not be distressed, and do not reproach yourselves for having sold me here. It was really for the sake of saving lives that God sent me here ahead of you.” (Genesis 45:4-5)
Dear God our Father:
give me that magnanimity
of Joseph to his brothers,
give me that same kind of
attitude of being better
than bitter with life's many
trials and difficulties caused
by others especially those closest
to us; what a tremendous grace
for Joseph after all those years of
pains of being sold and lost in a far-away
country, he remained faithful to you
and you gifted him the wisdom
to save not just a nation
but the whole region.
Photo by author, Alfonso, Cavite, 2024.
Teach us to be empty always to never carry so many baggages and luggages, so many wealth and extras in life journeys whether they be positive or negative because in life, it is always that attitude of emptiness for you and your plans that matters for us to fulfill your mission, everything else is incomparable to you as our most cherished gift and treasure; for those going through many trials these days especially when the days are dark and rainy, teach us to have fun and celebrate life with much love in you. Amen.
Fr. Nicanor F. Lalog II Our Lady of Fatima University Valenzuela City
Lord My Chef Daily Recipe for the Soul, 08 July 2025 Tuesday in the Fourteenth Week of Ordinary Time, Year I Genesis 32:23-33 <*((((>< + ><))))*> Matthew 9:32-38
Photo from wikipedia.org, “Jacob Wrestling with the Angel” by Leon Bonnat (French, d.1922).
Once again, you challenge us O Lord to get closer to you like the readings yesterday; but, this time much, much closer like in wrestling.
Jacob was left there alone. Then some man wrestled with him until the break of dawn. When the man saw saw that he could not prevail over him, he struck Jacob’s hip at its socket, so that the hip socket was wrenched as they wrestled. The man then said, “Let me go, for it is daybreak.” But Jacob said, “I will not let you go until you bless me.” Then the man said, “You shall no longer be spoken of as Jacob, but as Israel, because you have contended with divine and human beings and have prevailed” (Genesis 32:25-27, 29).
How I love this scene,
God most powerful yet
so loving,
so engaging,
always inviting us to a wrestling
but nobody would dare
not because we are afraid of you
but more because of pride -
we do not want to lose,
we always want to be on top,
always in control
even with you,
O God;
remind us always,
Lord,
that every fight
we have in this life is
already assured of victory in you.
At the sight of the crowds, his heart was moved with pity for them because they were troubled and abandoned, like sheep without a shepherd (Matthew 9:36).
Like that Angel wrestling with Jacob, you finally wrestle with us in your Son Jesus Christ who became truly human like us; and like your Angel at Peniel, humans prevailed over you, Lord; your heart is always moved with pity, stirred to bow down to us from your immense love and mercy; we are all Jacob, Israel who prevailed over you not because we are stronger but because we believe and rely only on you, Lord.
Let us pick up your fight, Jesus; let us not be proud and be humble to wrestle with you because whether we win or lose our battles in life, we still prevail for after every fight and struggle, we are transformed into a better person in you, O most loving Jesus. Amen.
Fr. Nicanor F. Lalog II Our Lady of Fatima University Valenzuela City
Photo by author, Chapel of St. Francis Xavier, Sacred Heart Novitiate, March 2024.
Quiet Storm by Fr. Nicanor F. Lalog II, 07 July 2025
Photo by author.
For the first time in 25 years since daddy’s passing, I did not deliver any homily during his death anniversary Mass in our home last June 17, 2025. My sisters readily agreed when I told them after the gospel proclamation “hindi na ako mag-homily at baka maiyak lang tayo.”
It was the second time we celebrated daddy’s death anniversary after mommy’s passing last May 7, 2024 but, it was only at that time when I truly felt the deeper realities of both parents being gone, of being “ulilang lubos”.
Perhaps that’s because we have been preoccupied for over two decades with mommy’s grief when dad passed away right on her 61st birthday before dawn of June 17, 2000. We were at a loss how to pacify her with such a surreal date for the two most loving couple we have known first hand. During my dad’s wake, we have to warn everybody not to mention anything about mom’s birthday.
From then on, mommy practically stopped celebrating her birthday even when she turned 70, 75, and 80 as we threw small gatherings at home for her siblings and friends but she would always remind us all not to forget it was also daddy’s death anniversary.
That is why I have always dreaded the days approaching June 17 because I felt sad for her. I thought after her death last year, it would be different because we would no longer see mommy sad on her birthday mourning dad’s death. I told myself, “hindi na malulungkot si mommy… hindi na rin kami malulungkot.”
But I was wrong.
Hindi na nga malungkot ang mommy ko ngayon pero ako naman ang malungkot – malungkot na malungkot. Noon ngang araw ng Linggo bago mag-June 17, naalala ko ang mommy at daddy bigla kaya naluha ako sa bahagi ng Ama Namin noong aming Misa sa Dambana.Wala na sila dito. Iyon una ko nadama, ulila na nga kami at saka pa lamang naisip ko magkasama na sila sa buhay na walang hanggan.
Indeed, the pains of losing our loved ones never decrease through time but actually increase. Those pains will remain until we are reunited with them in death and eternity.
There are pains in life meant to remain, that cannot be removed like a hole or a scar in our hearts not to burden nor hurt us but to uplift us actually. These wounds keep us in persevering in love to keep our relationships alive with those left behind after the deaths of our loved ones like parents or children. These wounds enable our hearts to sing of faith, hope and love in God all merciful who would one day unite us all together as one family after our days on this earth. These pains make us see the very thin line separating us from eternity, telling us that life goes on among us even after death. They open our eyes to see beyond, to have visions of the future.
Photo by author, my mom’s kitty bank, 10.5 inches to the tip of ears.
While these things were running through me during our family dinner that night, my brother presented to me mommy’s “kitty bank” which is older than I am, 61 years old. It is one of her most cherished possessions she truly took great care as far as I can remember.
I have been thinking about it recently if it were still around though I never had any interest with it when growing up as a child except that I enjoyed counting the rare coins inside mostly dating back to the American occupation with the usual designs of the US flag and an eagle.
That evening on dad’s 25th death anniversary that could have been mom’s 86th birthday if she were still alive today, I felt a very strong attraction with that “kitty bank” whose face seemed to be speaking to me.
Photo by author, my mom’s kitty bank, circa 1964.
As I held it closer to see its many fissures and tapes following the wear and tear of over 60 years, I saw mommy again, of how she loved us and life so much, especially cats, dogs and fish, and most of all, plants- being a certified tita herself. Our house may be small but mommy lovingly took care of her pets and plants, always talking with them even after having a stroke.
Like the cat with its nine lives, death is never the end but the prelude to new life or, more lives hereafter.
And that is the nobility and giftedness of every mother – even after they are gone, they continue to bring forth and nurture life. God bless everyone… and the cats.
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