When hands lead not only to sight but also vision 

Quiet Storm by Fr. Nicanor F. Lalog II, 10 June 2025
Homily on the advanced birthday celebration and book launching last June 4 of Dr. Vic Santos Jr., President of Fatima University Medical Center in Valenzuela and Antipolo
Photo by author, Manila House, BGC, Taguig, 04 June 2025.

We heard today in the first reading St. Luke’s account of St. Paul’s departure from Miletus to Rome for his trial and eventual martyrdom. We are told how the priests and leaders of the Ephesus community cried as St. Paul bid goodbye. It was a major turning point in the Apostle’s life.

We too are gathered tonight at a major turning point in the life of Dr. Vic as he officially becomes an elder among us, a senior sixty cent. There are no crying as we so filled with joy celebrating his gift of life. Like the Ephesians who were so glad in being a part of the life and mission of St. Paul, we praise and thank God for Dr. Vic’s gift of self especially to us, his family and friends and colleagues. 

I’d like to focus your attention to St. Paul’s speech where he discussed how he had used his hands in his ministry, “You know very well that these very hands have served my needs and my companions. In every way I have shown you that by hard work of that sort we must help the weak, and keep in mind the words of the Lord Jesus who himself said, ‘It is more blessed to give than to receive'” (Acts 20:34-35).

What a beautiful imagery of the hardworking hands of St. Paul who was a tent maker by profession who earned money for his own needs so as not to be a burden to the community.

With his caring and loving hands, people accepted Jesus Christ and Christianity.

With his gentle and kind hands the people saw and experienced the love of God, felt more convinced than ever of God’s presence among them.

With his strong hands as an Apostle of Jesus, the people felt the discipline of God.

Photo by author, Manila House, BGC, Taguig, 04 June 2025.

It is the same thing why we are here tonight. So many sights were restored by the gentle hands of Dr. Vic that helped us to better or even see again.

Dr. Vic’s hands toiled not only in the clinic and OR but also in the tennis court and golf course as well as the kitchen that reminded us of God’s loving presence among us, of the Divine grip that everything will be fine so we can enjoy life. The hands of Dr. Vic as an ophthalmologist, as a husband and a dad, a brother and a friend and a colleague tell us we are in good hands. Like the hands of St. Paul, his hands allowed us to be touched by God’s love and mercy, kindness and forgiveness.

But there is something else about the hands of Dr. Vic I would like you to reflect upon. Like St. Paul, Dr. Vic’s hands not only restored sight but most of all allowed us to have vision, of seeing beyond physical or material things.

St. Paul’s hands were so gifted that more than half of the New Testament writings were from him; in fact, he was the first to write about Jesus Christ, way ahead of the gospel writers. By his writings, we are able to have a glimpse about God in Jesus Christ and eternal life.

Photo by Dra. Mary Anne Santos, Manila House, BGC, Taguig, 04 June 2025.

With his gifted hands in writing not just prescriptions but also elegant prose and essays, Dr. Vic opened our eyes to see the deeper realities and truth behind our many common experiences in life. His hands seem to have eyes too that he can weave a beautiful tapestry of the joy of living side by side with its many pains and hurts, even losses and griefs, failures and disappointments. Dr. Vic’s hands are so precise not only in surgery but especially in writing, giving us hope to never give up, to always forge on, and be open to many possibilities in life.

Like St. Paul, Dr. Vic can boldly proclaim of the timeless truth of Christ’s teaching that “it is better to give than receive” because he had experienced God’s abundant blessings through his very hands that were always opened, ready to work and take on new tasks, willing to hold others hands to lead and guide them to healing and new life.

Salamuch po, Dr Vic in sharing with us your blessed hands that taught us to find God we rarely see due to our many blindness in life.

Your hands did not only heal our sight but gave us a vision of God present in us and among us always. We pray like Jesus in the gospel tonight that the Father may consecrate you with his sacred hands in order to bless you with more fulfillment and fruitfulness on your 60th birthday. With Dra. Mary Anne and your sons – Angelo, Francis, and Vince – may God fill your hands with his blessings, holiness and healing. Amen.

Photo by author, Manila House, BGC, Taguig, 04 June 2025.

Salamuch

A personal note to you, my dear followers, fellow bloggers and everyone at WordPress on the occasion my seventh year of blogging, 06 June 2025

After a funeral Mass in the province yesterday, this greeted me in my notifications yesterday afternoon. Immediately, it brought a smile in me, a sense of inner joy and fullness.

Salamuch is the only word I have for you all.

From the Filipino word “salamat” for thank you and “much” from thank you very much, salamuch is literally “maraming salamat”. Double that to “maraming, maraming salamat” it becomes salamax but I rarely use the term because they remind me of Betamax and its sexual connotations…

I have been reading some blogs by friends via Facebook long before I joined WordPress.

It was purely accidental, like Facebook too. A friend created an account for me here at WordPress seven years ago while we were having a meeting about communications. At first I protested because of my toxic schedules in the parish on top of my teaching load in the seminary and a radio program in our Catholic station. Then I realized this is exactly what I have been teaching to future priests – the need to write and communicate the Gospel in the internet. Since I have been writing my Sunday homilies way back 2003 sending them to some relatives and friends, I started posting them here at WordPress.

I was totally ignorant of everything about blogs… but WordPress is so kind with dinosaurs like me. Most of all, there were so many other bloggers so generous and helpful in sharing me their knowledge about blogging.

That is one great thing about WordPress that I like: it is a community, a family.

I found new friends who helped me grow spiritually. Their diverse views on everything even so different from my own have so enriched me that indeed, reading and writing can take you anywhere around the world, even into the other worlds!

This may sound unusual but, I love WordPress so much because this is where I meet God every day. Not only among the writings by its bloggers but primarily with what WordPress does to me every day: you remind me of the need for me to always pray and whatever I have felt and realized, those are what I wrote and share.

It is funny that as I pounced the keys of my laptop daily and nightly for my posts, it has actually become more of an inner journey than an outer one. Every piece I write is always a journey inside my heart and soul. The same thing happens whenever I read prayers and poems, essays and expositions as well as look at the stunning photos… these have all invited me to look inside me and think what I can share in return.

I have grown because WordPress brought out the gifts I never thought I have.

Salamuch, WordPress in bringing out the good and the best in me always. Indeed, among you I have felt so true Vatican II’s declaration that “Communication is more than the expression of one’s thoughts and feelings. At its most profound level, it is the giving of self in love…” (Communio et Progressio #11). We all read and write here at WordPress simply because we love which is communication in itself. No love, no communication.

Salamuch WordPress for the seven years of love and here’s to more years with you all! God bless!