Take Me

Take, O take me as I am
Summon out what I shall be
Set Your seal upon my heart
And live in me.

I watched and listened intently as my daughter and her fellow first Holy Communicants sang this song to the delight of everyone in church.  I was one proud dad - my daughter has received the Body of Christ for the first time on that sunny 14th day of May!

My mind brought me back to early December last year, when we parents met in school with Fr Gerry Murphy (our parish priest at that time), Ms Reilly (head teacher), and teachers to prepare for our children's first Holy Communion. An Enrolment Mass was held at the Infant of Prague Church (where the first Holy Communion Mass will be held) on 21 January 2017 to formally present the children to the parish. This was followed by a series of meetings once a month from February to May.

Children were also provided with two books: "Love and Forgiven" which focused on the celebration of their first Sacrament of Reconciliation and "Meet Christ with Joy" which focused on the celebration of their first Holy Communion. We were encouraged to guide our children in completing these books.  For Nidz and I, it felt like going back 30 odd years ago when we made our first Holy Communion.  While I helped Chiara with the text that needs to go into these books, Nidz assisted with the pictures and drawings. Teachers regularly monitor children's progress.

Apart from these, we were also invited to become involved in the Vigil Masses in church from January to May.  Parents took turns in facilitating a "Children's Liturgy" wherein the candidates for first Holy Communion have their own celebration in the sacristy. Part of this celebration is to read the Gospel, make a brief reflection on what was read, and do an activity related to the reflection. (The "Children's Liturgy" runs parallel to the Liturgy of the Word.) After the "Children's Liturgy", the children go back to the sanctuary to present their work. Nidz and I facilitated two liturgies. In one of those, we taught the children to sing "Let it shine" which was met with a round of applause from the congregation.

Fast forward now. Nidz and I sat next to each other, happy to see our daughter reaching another milestone in her journey of faith. We were blessed to have my father Mario and youngest sister Kristina coming from New York to also witness Chiara's special day. 

After the Mass, lots of clicking sounds could be heard from cameras and mobile phones as first Holy Communicants and their families posed for photo opportunities in or near the sanctuary. Later on, we made our way to the Our Lady of Perpetual Succour Community Centre for a sumptuous meal of Filipino dishes, a joint effort we shared with three other Filipino families. But before that, we were asked to see the Poor Clare sisters. In the monastery, Chiara, Mia, Reyna, and Megan made a repeat performance of their song. The sisters were elated!

During the reception, guests gave short messages to the first Holy Communicants. Papa gave an impromptu speech. Chiara later thanked everyone in behalf of her friends.

If there is one word that sums up this first Holy Communion celebration, it is take. Our children take the Lord's Body and eat it. We parents, as well as other members of the family, the parish, the school, etc. take once again that calling to nurture our children's faith.  Above all, the Lord Himself takes these children - takes us all actually - in spite of our imperfections so that we may have life to the full (John 10:10).

To Chiara and her fellow first Holy Communicants, congratulations. Jesus takes your hearts and has found a new home in them. Make Him feel welcome so that He would live there at all times.

The Fourth K

What could have prevented the two disciples from recognizing the Lord on their way to Emmaus? Perhaps the experience of Jesus' shameful death on the cross was still fresh in their minds. Perhaps the loss of such a good friend and Master was still painful deep inside. 

The experience of these disciples was similar to that of Mary Magdalene when she thought of the Risen Lord as a gardener (John 20:11-18). As Mary Magdalene recognized the Lord when He called her name, the disciples would later recognize their travel companion in the breaking of bread.

The month of May is a time when fiestas occur in many parts of the Philippines. And when we talk about fiestas, the first thing that comes to our minds is sharing a meal with others.  Here in the UK, our group of friends gather for a meal every now and then, especially after our monthly Mass and Novena in the parish. Sharing a meal is an opportune time to the endless three Ks: kumustahan (greeting), kuwentuhan (storytelling), and katuwaan (banter). Sharing a meal breaks loose our stifled spirits, our stressed out minds, our restless hearts. I guess those three Ks were present during that evening meal in Emmaus. And it was made more special, more meaningful because of the fourth K: Kristo (Christ)!

As we share a meal with family, friends, and even strangers, as we share that great meal in church called the Mass, may we recognize the Risen Jesus' presence in our midst and bear witness to that presence wherever we may go.

Talking about the Mass, Pope Francis tells us "There is always a Word of God that gives us guidance when we slip; and through our weariness and disappointments there is always a Bread that is broken that keeps us going on the journey." 

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May brings to mind two of my heavenly patrons: the Blessed Virgin Mary and St Joseph. May is Mary's month and so we bring her flowers to express our love and gratitude. Interestingly, the first day of this merry month is dedicated to her husband.  For me, it tells us one thing: if we would like to know more about Mary, if we would like to love her, if we would like to follow her footsteps, we have to go to Joseph! If anyone (apart from Jesus) would have known, loved, and followed her it would be St Joe. This year is really special because we will be celebrating the 100th anniversary when Mary appeared in Fatima. In one of those apparitions, St Joseph appeared with the Child Jesus blessing the world. So let's ask St Joseph to help us in becoming good children of Mary, of becoming doers of "whatever Jesus tells us" (cf. John 2:5).

Borne out of Poverty, Sustained by Prayer

In his Lenten message, Pope Francis urged the faithful to give up indifference so as to be more attentive to the needs of others. According to the Holy Father, it is when we live comfortably that "we forget about others." And when we do so, the pope continued,"our hearts grow cold."

Individualism has been the norm especially here in the West. To which, the Pope tells us " (Jesus) is interested in each of us; his love does not allow him to be indifferent to what happens to us." 

How interested are we in others? Interested not in the sense of being nosy, but in the sense that we are concerned about others' conditions. 

Just a day after Ash Wednesday, we'll be commemorating the 127th birth anniversary of the late Aurora Aragon-Quezon.  Mrs. Quezon was known for her humanitarian acts, particularly through her active participation in the Philippine Red Cross till her untimely death in 1949.  What motivated her to reach out to people? Was it power or prestige?  Surely, she was once the country's First Lady and was a prominent figure in society, but there is something deeper in her persona.

Born from a middle-class family in Baler, Aurora and her brood suffered poverty when her father was imprisoned and their properties were confiscated by the Spanish conquistadores. In his book "Aurora A. Quezon: Her Life and Deeds", Sol Gwekoh, the Quezons' biographer, wrote that the young Aurora and her siblings have to do menial jobs such as pounding rice, fetching water, etc. Her elders saw in her "an exceptional industry in the home and kindness towards her playmates and neighbors...she was...the personification of hope and faith!"

True, that hope and faith came alive when she formed the Baler Reading Circle and Library.  She wanted to train as a teacher, however she was forced to discontinue her studies due to her poor health. Nevertheless, she developed the habit of reading good books in various languages and shared her meager collection of books with her kababayans in Baler. Thus, the Baler Reading Circle and Library was born. It has been said that because of her generosity, her town mates were able to learn the rudiments of English.

Gwekoh also told a story about how Mrs. Quezon made an appeal to Governor General Frank Murphy on behalf of a Bilibid inmate on the verge of dying (She was not yet First Lady at that time). She was informed about the prisoner's condition - he was afflicted with tuberculosis and was not getting proper treatment. The prisoner was moved to a sanatorium; his treatment expenses were shouldered by Mrs. Quezon. 

When her husband became President in 1935, they opened the Palace to the less fortunate of Manila at Christmas to share a meal with them and give them packages of toys, clothes, etc. 

In another part of her biography, I note that it was Mrs. Quezon's practice to visit the poor districts of Manila especially Tondo and San Nicolas. Her biographer mentioned that she "...devoted her time to orphans and children...giving them food, clothing, and not infrequently money. She even sent these young boys and girls to school and defrayed their expenses." Gwekoh also mentioned how this great woman would arrange quietly the wedding ceremony of poor couples who could not afford to pay their marriage fees.

These are just a few of the many works of love, acts of care, endeavors of concern by Mrs. Quezon.  For me, they were borne not from power nor prestige, but from first hand experience of how it was to be poor.  If we are/have been poor, let that poverty inspire us to rise up and help others to do the same. If we are better off, we can be one with the poor by embracing a simple lifestyle. Living simply allows us to share so that, as the Canadian bishops once said, "other may simply live."

Doña Aurora's experience has been sustained by prayer, especially the Holy Mass.  Going back to Papa Francesco's message, he said "we become what we receive: the Body of Christ. In this body there is no room for the indifference which so often seems to possess our hearts." 

In our journey this Lent, let's be a new Aurora to others. Let's be that personification of hope and faith for the less fortunate.  

Doña Aurora, pray for us!

Maka-matanda

Maka-matanda (able to mature). That's how some contemporaries would use to describe me when I was 10 years old or so.  For when schools are closed and kids would often play under the scorching heat of the sun, I was nowhere in the streets. I was in the kubol (chapel) joining my aunt and other elders chanting the Pasyong Mahal (a poem on the life of Jesus sung during Lent). 

In my early teens (and this was when we moved back in Manila), the church would be the only place I would be after school - attending Mass or any pious activity, attending meetings or choir practice, etc.  When I was contemplating on what church group I would like to join, I had in mind the Cofradia de San Jose, an organization composed of adults, mostly elderly men and women in the parish. 

As I progressed in school then to university and later got a job, I became less immersed in church. It was not because I found the devotion boring, but it was because I lacked the time to do what I used to do.  There were 2 instances that seem to be wake up calls for me.  

I was then teaching in UST. Two of my students approached me and frankly told me, "Sir, bakit ang sungit ninyo? Siguro 'di kayo nagsisimba?" (Sir, why are you so ill-tempered? Perhaps you haven't been to church lately?).  (Now these two students knew me as I taught them in a previous semester. Apart from that, I was one of their advisers in the Pax Romana-College of Science chapter.) I was dumbfounded.  Thinking about it, I do go to church every Sunday, but that was it! Soon, I made it an effort to attend daily Mass at the UST Chapel, UST Hospital Chapel, or the neighboring Espiritu Santo Parish Church. 

Just a few years later, we had a speaker in one of our Christian Life Programs at the Singles for Christ in Gagalangin. He shared with us how he would attend daily Mass. After his talk, I approached and praised him for his devotion. I went further by asking him how does he still find time to do it. "Hinihingi 'yan, brod." (You just need to ask for it, brother). 

True, there may be moments when going to church daily would be a tall order, but if we humble ourselves and ask God for the grace to be there, He will give us that chance. In my young mind then, I've seen how this grace operated in the life of my Lolo Paul. In spite of his hectic schedule, he and Lola Piling, would still find time to attend daily Mass at the St Rita Hospital Chapel.  

On one rare occasion, there was an emergency in the hospital (someone due to give birth perhaps) while Mass was being offered. Lolo was called by the nurse.  He left the chapel straightaway. Later, Lola followed him.  I guess this would be understandable especially if there is a patient in need. To ignore this person would be tantamount to ignoring Jesus present in him (Matthew 25:40).

It's Lolo Paul's 30th death anniversary today. Looking back, I am grateful. Grateful for having that chance to be immersed in those forms of devotion, of being up and about in "the Father's business", of being able to mature in the faith. Grateful for having such a loving grandfather who made this possible. Following his good example, may I strive "to act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with God" (cf. Micah 6:8).

Rest in God's peace, Lolo Paul! We love you!

Blessed Paul VI

When I was a kid in Tondo, there used to be a free clinic along Cavite and Fidel Streets named after Pope Paul VI, the first pope to have visited the Philippines way back in 1970; the pope who has just been beatified almost a week ago by Pope Francis. As it was located across the street from where our grandparents lived, we would usually play in front of this clinic (famously called 'Pope Paul') - it was situated facing the east so it provides enough of a shade in the afternoon when the sun is at its peak. Inside the clinic, one could see a photo of a European cleric in full regalia with his right hand raised up in blessing (similar to the photo above). If I am not mistaken, the clinic was erected in memory of this pope who visited the poor of Tondo during that historic papal visit. Sadly, the clinic is now defunct.

We recently had two popes being canonized: John XIII and John Paul II. I guess Paul VI would pale in comparison with the two. Some even commented that he was the forgotten pope.  Being a 'Paul VI baby' since I was born during his pontificate, part of his accomplishments was to reopen Vatican Council II with priorities on a better understanding of the Catholic Church, Church reforms, advancing the unity of Christians, and dialogue with the world. 

Such priorities have turned the Church upside down. Gone were the days when Catholics and their siblings from other Christian denominations such as the Orthodox and Protestants were isolated from one another.  Pope Paul VI also sought a dialogue with the world - Christians and non-Christians alike, everyone!  A Euro-centric Church has become a Church of the world! 

In his visit to the Philippines, it was said that after seeing a poor family in their home, he as badly shaken (Read: http://opinion.inquirer.net/74108/forgotten-pope). The kind of poverty in the slums of the Philippines were a far, far, far cry from its European counterpart!

When I was in college, part of our curriculum was to study the Church's social teachings. "Populorum Progressio", which this pope wrote in 1967, comes to mind. In this encyclical, he called for an economy that serves mankind and not a privileged few. It also discussed people's right to just wages, security of employment, joining a union, etc.

He was also a Marian devotee, writing three encyclicals in honor of the Virgin Mary: "Mense Maio" (1965) where described Mary as the way to Christ; "Christi Matri" (1966) where he recommened the Rosary in light of the Vietnam War and the dangers of atomic conflicts; and "Marialis Cultus" (1974) where he promoted Marian devotions especially the Angelus and the Rosary. At the conclusion of Vatican Council II, he named Mary "Mother of the Church".

Pope Paul also effected reforms in the Roman Curia, introduced Synod of Bishops as a way for the Pope to consult his brother bishops on various topics (the recently concluded Extraordinary Synod of Bishops on the Family is an example), did away with the Vatican army and the papal tiara (I look forward to see his tiara which he donated to the Basilica of the National Shrine of the Immaculate Conception in Washington DC.), and revised the Mass (i.e. The New Order of Mass).

Like anyone of us, he wasn't spared from controversy.  It seems to me that his accomplishments mentioned above have been overshadowed by "Humanae Vitae" which he wrote and for which he is best remembered. In this encyclical, he reaffirmed Church's traditional view on marriage and marital relations and a continued condemnation on artificial birth control. Some actions too of his successors like Benedict XVI have undone what he has introduced such as resurrecting from the lumang baul the 1962 edition of the Mass and calling it the "Extraordinary Form" while the other one as the "Ordinary Form". 

Pope Paul VI (and the charity clinic in Tondo named after him) may have been long forgotten, but Pope Francis' beatification of this humble pontiff seems an opportunity for us all to revisit who this man was and how his ministry, teachings, and reforms are still relevant in our times.

Blessed Paul VI, pray for us!

A Sunday with the Pope

Being in Rome, for me, would be incomplete without seeing the Pope.  During our first trip to the Eternal City, we didn't get that chance to see Pope Benedict XVI - we arrived a day after the general audience and then we heard that he was on a pastoral visit in another part of Italy.  

The papacy has been an important part of our Christian faith.  It traces its roots from St Peter the Apostle who was chosen to lead His Church.  Because of his role as our spiritual leader, we Catholics fondly call the Pope as Holy Father.  

February 23, a day after the Consistory.  I woke up at 5:30am. After having a light breakfast, we made our way to St Peter's Basilica.  We met  some aunts and a lone uncle from the Valdes Family along the way. Tia Dulce Valdes-Barangan and I were teasing each other for we came early this time! There was already a queue at the piazza. My uncle and godfather Noel Valdes looked for some relatives who may already be lining up. Chiara went with him.  Just a few minutes and he was waving his hand to us.  People were in a huddle as we all waited for the doors of the church to be open.  Chiara was enjoying her time with her great uncles, great aunts, and other relatives.  Nidz, Jackie, and I were next to another uncle (and godfather) Paulino "Sonny" Albano, Papa's oldest brother, the patriarch of the Valdes-Albano clan.  Ninong Sonny was recalling stories of how he heard about Tito Orly's appointment as a cardinal.  I asked him how we became related with the Cardinal as I thought it was through the Beltran side (Cardinal Quevedo's middle name is Beltran; the same surname as my great great grandmother's when she was still single). My uncle explained that it was through the Edralin-Estavillo side; his grandmother (Hilaria Estavillo-Albano) and the Cardinal's grandmother were cousins.

Men smartly dressed approached all those in the queue to remind them of their tickets.  Some of the guests such as Ninong Sonny and his wife Ninang Noemi had special tickets. They were asked to follow the men as they have reserved seats in the basilica. 

The church doors were now open. People slowly made their way passing through security checks. As we entered the basilica, I was pointing Chiara to some statues and pictures.  Ushers were distributing Mass booklets for all churchgoers.  We chose seats near the aisle to have a good view of the Pope. We were quite near the statue of St Camillus de Lellis, patron saint of Nurses. (Just a few days before this occasion, we visited his mortal remains at the Church of St Mary Magdalene situated near the Pantheon.) Filipinos from Cotabato, Tito Orly's archdiocese, sat next to us. For some reason, I didn't see Papa, my sisters Nicola and Kristina, and some other relatives from where we were. I later managed to see my 2 sisters who were sat near to us.

Cardinals and bishops started to arrive. Tito Orly approached a few of us before making his way to the sacristy. In preparation for the Mass, the Rosary was recited. Each mystery was announced in Italian, English, Spanish, and French. The prayers though were in Latin.  Afterwards, the choir led in singing the Salve Regina.  Chiara, with a prodding from her mom, joined in the singing - this caught the attention of my aunt Ching Valdes-Aran and an Italian woman who were both sat in front of us.  Towards the last few lines of the song, I suddenly remembered Lolo Paul, Lola Piling, and Mommy Rosie - all three taught me how to sing this song. I couldn't sing any more.  I just felt my eyes wet.

Mass followed immediately.  I held my breath as well as Nidz's mobile phone while waiting for Pope Francis walk along the aisle. Altar servers, cardinal-concelebrants, and finally the Holy Father.  Pope Francis came across as a simple man. His green vestments and miter were not as ornate as his predecessor's. These simple apparel were matched by the papal ferula - a silver cross used by Pope Paul VI. As he walked past us, I made the sign of the cross. I felt blessed! 

On the right hand side of the basilica, I could see the statue of St Peter sat on a chair. One of the feet of this statue is worn out because of the many pilgrims touching it. During the Consistory, the statue was dressed like a medieval pope with a tiara and cape.  Personally, I would prefer an undressed statue.  First of all, St Peter would not have dressed like that. Second, let's keep things consistent with Pope Francis' simplicity.

The Mass was in Latin, but the booklet has provided English and Italian translations. (I wish though that the Mass was said in Italian. Ditto the Rosary. Italian, unlike Latin, is a living language.) Some readings and prayers were in other languages. The verses of the Psalm were in English. One of the prayers in the Prayer of the Faithful was in Filipino!  The Pope, having only 1 lung, recited all the presidential prayers.  In spite of that, his homily - although in Italian - was full of power. He spoke about the Holy Spirit, underscoring our calling to listen to Him "...who enlivens the Church".  He also mentioned the importance of holiness in the ministry of a cardinal. Furthermore, he reminded that cardinals enter the Church of Rome and not a royal court. To illustrate his point, he enjoined all cardinals to "...avoid, and help others to avoid, habits and ways of acting typical of a court: intrigue, gossip, cliques, favouritism and partiality". Towards the end of the homily, he asked everyone for prayers "that the College of Cardinals may always be ever more fervent in pastoral charity and filled with holiness, in order to serve the Gospel and to help the Church radiate Christ’s love in our world".

After the Mass, we once again huddled near the aisle again to catch a glimpse of the Pope.  As he got nearer to us, some from the crowd shouted "Papa! Papa! Papa!".  This caught his attention and he smiled! 

We proceeded to the piazza for the Sunday Angelus led by the Pope. We met Nicola there as well as Ninong Sonny and Ninang Noemi. While waiting for the Angelus, Chiara had a photo op with an Asian bishop.

When the clock struck 12, we saw the Pope from a far distance (in a window on the papal apartments).  I think the location where the Holy Father leads this Marian prayer should be changed to make him more nearer the people. Being on a window of the apartment where he doesn't reside still shows trappings of medieval power. Why not the balcony of the basilica?

In his message, the Pope mentioned that "in Jesus Christ we are all children of God!" and that "Those who have received a ministry to lead, preach and administer the Sacraments should not consider themselves as possessing special powers, as masters; rather, they should place themselves at the service of the community, helping it to pursue the path of holiness with joy". He later asked people to assist the new cardinals through their prayers: "Pray for us, that we might be good servants: good servants, not good masters!" All of us together....must offer the witness of a Church that is faithful to Christ, animated by the desire to serve the brethren, and ready to go out with prophetic courage to meet the expectations and spiritual needs of the men and women of our time".

It's almost a year when Jorge Mario Cardinal Bergoglio was elected Pope by his brother cardinals.  His first act was to ask people to pray for him.  Let's renew our support to the Holy Father - he really needs it considering the many challenges he is facing: clergy sexual abuse, role of women in the Church, reform of the Roman Curia, family life, to name a few.

Heartfelt greetings, prayers, and best wishes, Pope Francis on the occasion of the first anniversary of your pontificate!  May the Good Shepherd continue to strengthen you so that you may "Feed my lambs...Take care of my sheep...Feed my sheep" (Jn 21:15-17). Viva il Papa Francesco! Noi ti amiamo!

Sacrilege!

The annual procession of the image of Jesus the Black Nazarene every January 9th has been a spectacle in Manila.  Thousands of devotees would flock to Quiapo Church to pay tribute to their patron and join the procession.  When I was a kid I would hear of people being killed or wounded in the procession that it brought cold chill in my spine.  My one and only experience of the procession happened in 1989 when my friend Jonathan De la Llana, a devotee, tagged me along to watch the procession. During those days, the procession starts from the church. It was only recently that the procession began at the Quirino Grandstand to remember the translacion (transfer) of the original image of the Nazareno from Intramuros to Quiapo. The transfer is preceded by a Mass. 

When I was still in Manila, I would go to the church to attend Mass during the feast of the Nazareno.  For me, that was it!

I got perturbed when I read posts made by friends on Facebook on how unruly some devotees were so much so that they managed to remove the statue from the altar while the Kordero ng Diyos (Lamb of God) was being sung.   Here's a video from Youtube to complete the story!

I am disgusted how some devotees didn't have that respect for the Mass when it's the same Jesus (to whom they are devoted) who instituted this sacrament and commanded us to "do this in memory of me".  Mind you, during the singing of Kordero ng Diyos the consecrated hosts and wine would have already been at the altar table ready for distribution.  

Watching how things unravelled, I don't know what happened to Cardinal Tagle (the Mass Presider) as it seemed that he and other men of the cloth got silenced by a mob of devotos. The cardinal could have raised his voice in protest. He's the presider isn't he?  I saw some men in blue uniform, but they seemed to be overwhelmed too!  Not sure why they suddenly 'retreated' when they saw the mob approaching the altar.  It didn't help either that there was this man (Is he a priest or a commentator?) who initially gave instructions for the mob to get down to allow the Mass to be finished, but later went with the flow and facilitated the transfer of the statue from the altar to the carroza. A reprimand is in order for that guy!

What happened to the Mass?  Here's a photo from a friend in Facebook.  Apparently, the priests went to the VIP room to ensure that the Body and Blood of Jesus are protected from the stampede.  This is where they also finished the Mass.

If this sacrilege would continue next year, organizers of the translacion should take a serious look at this.  If the Mass would be disrespected, it might be best to just have it held in the church.  The translacion could still be held at the Luneta, but no more Mass.  A Way of the Cross seems more appropriate. I agree with a friend who suggested that the military took charge of security next year.

Sad to say those devotees who couldn't  wait for the Mass to be completed give the rest of well meaning devotees a bad image.  Furthermore, this incident (not to mention the huge amount of garbage that was left along the path of the procession) questions how deep our faith is as Filipino Catholics - ordained and laity alike.  Up to what extent to do follow Jesus?  Surely, being disrespectful in the Mass and littering are incompatible with His teachings!  Where do we recognize Jesus and everything He represents in our midst?  Do we still see Him in the form of bread and wine or are we just contented with statues and images?

What Roof?

“Lord, I am not worthy that you should come under my roof; speak but the word and my soul shall be healed”, said the commentator in one Sunday Mass in Gagalangin, Tondo. This happened many, many years ago and I told myself how come this commentator used rather old words rather than what was the usual response. (This commentator is notorious for resorting to ad lib not only in reading out the announcements, but in the responses at Mass.) Twenty-five years later, much to my chagrin, similar words would be used in the new English translation of the Mass: “Lord, I am not worthy that you should enter under my roof, but only say the word and my soul shall be healed.”

This is one of the changes that I find myself unable to proclaim. If I were a Mass commentator in the UK (I’m glad there’s none!), I might not control myself to laugh or at least grin at these words.
The Gospel reading for last Monday (Matthew 8:5-11) is the source of prayer before the distribution of Holy Communion. A prayer inspired by the faith of the Roman centurion (a pagan) in Jesus’ power to heal the centurion’s slave.

Sadly, the translation principles followed by the new edition of the Roman Missal has made the prayer sound fundamentalist and limiting. Some critics of the new translation asked what ‘roof’ was being referred to. Was it the roof of the mouth? I can’t blame them for this because, if you come to think of it, the prayer is said before we receive the Body of Christ through our mouths. Surely there is a better way to translate the centurion’s word without making it sound ridiculous.

I can’t imagine how our kababayans at home would feel about saying this at Mass. We could ask those in the Archdiocese of Lingayen-Dagupan (Pangasinan) – they have already introduced the people’s responses since Lent of this year. (No idea why the rush when the CBCP agreed to implement the change in Advent 2012.) Furthermore, I couldn’t think how the Filipino translation would sound like, in case the current translation requires an overhaul.

Apart from the word ‘roof’ another word catches our attention: ‘soul’. I know that it’s the soul that would enjoy the reward or suffer the punishment in the afterlife. But mind you, the Lord came healing all sorts of diseases, not just those that afflict the body such as leprosy or fever, but the soul as well such as driving away demons, etc. With this new change, it’s as though Jesus was only after the good of our souls. I’m not saying that the soul is less important than the body. The soul has to be taken care of as much as we would need to look after the body. And we need Christ’s healing on both (if needed) which is why, I think, the translators of the 1973 edition opted for “I” rather than “my soul”. Didn’t St Irenaeus once said “The glory of God is a human being fully alive…”?

Lord, humbly we admit that we are unworthy to receive You. And yet, You come to us, offering Your Body and Blood as our food and drink. Touch us by Your healing love, cleanse us by Your precious Blood, nourish us by Your sacred Body. In our physical, emotional, psychological weaknesses, in our deepest yearnings, in our sins, we affirm our faith in You: only say the word and we shall be healed. Amen.

Farewell, 2nd Edition (?)

The Christmas countdown gets more intense as we head for Advent this coming Sunday. Amidst the purple hue of the priest’s vestments, the omission of the “Gloria”, and the lighting of the Advent candles among other things, there is a certain excitement and hope in the forthcoming celebration of the Lord’s Birth. This is made more exciting by my daughter who keeps on telling me and her Mom, “I like Christmas!”

There is however an issue that makes me dread Advent. I have never realized it until a few days ago that last Sunday would be the last Mass that I would be hearing the 1973 Roman Missal. Our parish gradually introduced the people’s response towards the end of September/beginning of October -other parishes in England and Wales, instructed by the bishops conference, began the introduction during the first Sunday of September. Next Sunday, the first Sunday of Advent, the 3rd edition is to be fully implemented.

The 1973 Roman Missal (a.k.a. as the 2nd edition) has been in force all my life. It won’t be easy for me to just part ways with it not only because I got used to it, but also because that edition was easily pronounced and understood. As one home insurance company would say, that edition used “Plain English”.

I have spoken my mind on the new English translation on many occasions in this column. During our Rosary devotion last month, I have presented some facts on this to fellow Filipinos and from what I have gathered, there is a feeling of anxiety. It is sad to see how the Mass has become a cause of division rather than a sign of unity among believers. Furthermore, it is sad to witness how the Mass has become more of a wall rather than an open door that welcomes Christians from all denominations to prayer. To illustrate, the 1973 version of the Nicene Creed was actually written in agreement with other Christian denominations. With the new version being recited, it’s as though the Catholic Church has just thrown ecumenism out of the window!

For at least 2 Sundays in a row, I have sat at the back pews, having arrived a few minutes when Mass was about to start. It was a revealing experience for me as I had a feel of how my pew mates were responding – some still using the old responses such as “And also with you” and in a bit of a murmur. And I have done the same thing although I have my own Missal (with the new translation). I am lucky to have one as it helps in following the priest when he says the presidential prayers. It just made me think, what if I don’t have a guide? Borrowing Jose Rizal’s words in “Noli Me Tangere”, even the statues of the saints in the church might shut their eyes and doze off because of the lengthy words used in the new translation. Example: “…that I have greatly sinned…through my fault, through my fault, through my most grievous fault…”(new “I confess to Almighty God”). Culturally, this would do your heading. “Ang kulit!”, Filipinos might say. “Yeah, I get it!”, English speakers would retort.

I sometimes feel not looking forward to another Sunday going to church because of what is happening. Are we prepared for the new regime? Perhaps. Is this a good start for the new liturgical year? Absolutely not!

What should keep me faithful to the Church in spite of these controversies is Jesus. As what was pointed out to me by my elders in Manila, it’s because of Him that I am serving the parish and worshipping in church every weekend. It is because of the Lord.

Lord, You once said that the “Sabbath was made for man and not man for the Sabbath”. In our Advent journey, fill us, Your disenchanted people, with the Holy Spirit as we face the challenges and controversies related to the changes in the Mass. May our hearts continue to recognize You and glow in Your love in this holy celebration, a celebration we have loved for ages. And if we falter, forgive our leaders for failing us. Forgive us too. Amen.

In His Memory

For a year or so, we lived in my paternal grandparents' house in Cavite Street, Gagalangin, Tondo. I was five years old. The house during that time only had 3 kids: me and my younger siblings Giovanni and Gisela. (Later on, a 4th child would arrive: Nicola, another sister.) Everyday at 5am, I would be wakened by an intercom message from my Lolo Paul: "Pietro, gising na. Magsisimba na tayo." (Pietro, wake up. We're going to Mass.)

Our househelp would then get me fixed and bring me to my grandparents' room. As I enter the room, I would see them already fixed. My Lolo would put on some perfume and then give me a squirt as well - one on each side of my shirt. I couldn't remember the name of the perfume, but it seemed to have a nice fragrance.

We three would then walk to the family's hospital nearby where Mass will be held. Lolo Paul would hold my hand as we cross T Earnshaw Street. At the chapel, there would be a few people already, mostly the same age as my grandparents. Fr Loreto Palafox, the hospital chaplain, would arrive and would point out something in a black book to Lolo. At a tender age, I didn't have any clue what is the Mass or what's happening in there. All I know was, that it feels good to be there to see the priest leading the people. Later on, I would see my Lolo holding the black book and read something from it. He looked really dignified as he reads something from there which, later on I would discover to be God's Word - the same Word that I proclaim as a lector in a number of churches and chapels I have served (including the family's hospital).

My grandparents conducted themselves well during the Mass. Lola Piling had a habit of removing her slippers during this. I asked her why and she told me that "Nandoon kasi si Jesus." (Jesus is present in the Mass.) I now recalled how the Lord, as a burning bush, told Moses to remove his sandals because he was standing on holy ground.

When I was assigned to do the reading for a cousin's wedding many years ago (I was 9 years old then), some people praised me. I told them, I got it from my Lolo.

When we left their house to move to our own, the practice of attending daily Mass was neglected. However, there seems to be that spiritual hunger in me that prompted me to go to Mass when I can. When I was studying in Angelicum during my elementary years, I would often be one of the earliest to go to our family service after classes. The transportation we use would always be parked near the Santo Domingo Church. It was October then and, as you would know, the church had the La Naval celebration and Masses were offered every now and then. I went along while waiting for my cousins to arrive. I managed to attend a number of Masses during weekdays. The waiting became an opportunity for me to join in the Eucharistic celebration.

In our home country, you wouldn't lose the opportunity to attend Mass (be it daily or Sunday). If you get late in one Mass, there's surely another one to be offered soon or there's another one due in another church nearby. However, if you move to a different country whose culture has no space for God, you might miss going to Mass or worse, forget all about it. My advice: Don't forget or neglect your faith. Ask the Holy Spirit to help you.

We're not required to attend daily Mass. It would be nice if we could make time for that. What is required is to attend Mass during Sundays and holydays of obligation.

When I attend Mass I am touched by Jesus' command which is often quoted during the Consecration: "Do this in memory of me." And as I recall these words of the Lord, I'm also reminded to remember the people who introduced me the Mass, whose lives have shown me a glimpse of God's face - my Lolo Paul and Lola Piling especially.

I hope that when my time's up, I would once again hear an intercom message from my Lolo saying "Pietro, halika na. Magsisimba na tayo." (Pietro, let's go. We're going to Mass.). I believe that in heaven, there is a Mass going on where all the souls would praise the Lord without end.

I hope he'll perfume me once again, this time with an eternal scent that is pleasing to the Lord.

Finally, I hope he'll hold my hand once more and lead me to that great celebration where we would see and love and praise God forever.

Thank you, Lolo Paul! May God grant you eternal rest in His presence.

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It's the Solemnity of Christ the King this coming Sunday. Jesus' leadership style is that of service. Let's take this opportunity to pray for all our leaders that they would follow the Lord's example of being a shepherd-king to the people they ought to serve, a leader who would be with their people come hell or high water.

In England and Wales, this Sunday is also National Youth Day. Let's pray and support our young people that they would dedicate their enthusiasm, strength, ideas, and skills for the building up of God's kingdom.

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I was shocked to hear the untimely demise of Cristino Pagdonzolan Jr, a former High School classmate in Letran (1st year and 3rd year), last week due to heart attack. A person I have never seen to be at odds with anyone, he possessed that personal touch (and smile a la Romnick Sarmenta!) with those he worked with. He will be sorely missed. My sincerest condolences to his family.

May God bless your kind soul, Totoy!

Keeping Up the Faith

Latin and Music. These were two things I have learned from Mommy Rosie. I learned Latin from her not because she was an expert in that dead language, but she had a missal which was in vogue years ago (even before I was born) when the Mass was said in Latin. So words like “Dominus vobiscum” and “Deo gratias” come to mind. Furthermore, some prayers that she would say were in Latin such as the Requiem Aeternam (“Eternal rest, grant unto them, O Lord…”) and the Gloria Patri (“Glory to the Father…”). My appreciation of Latin was enriched further through the songs she would either sing or teach others to sing. You see, Mommy was the Cantora Mayor in St Mary Magdalene Parish in Kawit, Cavite years ago. As such, she would train the singers (acting as Virgin Mary, St Joseph, or angels) during the Christmas or Holy Week celebration. Songs such as the Hosanna Filio David (“Hosanna to the Son of David”), being sung during Palm Sunday (in many variations); Regina Caeli (“Queen of Heaven”), during the Salubong; or Salve Regina (“Hail Holy Queen”), during the Flores de Mayo all come to mind. I might have told you, in one previous article perhaps, that one Salubong, I joined my voice to those girls dressed as angels as they sang the Regina Caeli!

There is something in Latin that I like. It could be its elegance, its sacredness, its ability perhaps to lift up one’s heart! Whatever the reason, I’m happy that Mommy gave me a glimpse of how things were when the Mass wasn’t yet in the vernacular and how that language has survived in liturgical celebrations of the Church in spite of the changes brought about by Vatican II.

And yet, sadly our hierarchy has decided to amend once again the translation of the English Mass by making it more faithful to the Latin text. I don’t see any problem with that, but please not at the expense of making the vernacular sound horrible. Until now I am struggling to say “And with your spirit” or “consubtantial with the Father”. Apart from controversial, these changes ignored that each language has its own nuances and if you literally translate one from the other, you won’t be able to impart clearly the message from the original language.

I’ll make a detour now before I go on and on with my ranting (Baka magalit sa akin si Mommy!)

Mommy, as far as I’m concerned, was such a great member of the Church because of how she used her skills and talent in singing and in participating at Mass – first in Latin and then in the vernacular – for God’s glory and the good of His people. Her good example is an inspiration for us to keep up the faith especially in these trying times.

Happy 75th birthday, Mommy Rosie! May God bless your kind soul! We love you!

A New Opportunity to Serve

When it was first offered to me, I declined it. I felt it wasn’t for me. I was already comfortable in one role and would not want to have another. I just feel unconfident and unworthy.

Something suddenly flashed back. During the first few months I started serving my parish in Manila, I was scandalized by the behaviour of some of the elder male parishioners and for a while did not receive Holy Communion from them. I softened my stance not only because it was unfair for the rest of their good colleagues, but it was also impractical to queue on the priest when there are half a dozen able to give you the Body of Christ. Besides, there is considerable distance between the choir stall and the priest. (The tussle between me and some of these old men became dormant for a while, but erupted anew on several occasions – I’ll discuss this in another issue.)

One of the Extraordinary Ministers of Holy Communion that I admire was the late Santos Nepomuceno. Tatay Santos as we would call him was an unassuming man. We would ask for his hand for blessing which he generously give. He had this disposition as though I am receiving Communion from a holy man so much so that I kneel when I take the Lord’s Body from Tatay’s hands whenever we both would serve at Mass – him as Extraordinary Minister while I as commentator.

When I moved to the Manila Cathedral in 1998, I was warmly welcomed by the collectors and the extraordinary ministers. Their groups were so intact. They eat breakfast together at the Cathedral dining hall, most of the time the priests. They didn’t let me feel alone (During those times, the lectors/commentators group wasn’t as organised as it is now. At times, there is only one who will do the lector and commentator bits. The likes of Bro. Joe (RIP), Mang Ramon, and Ka Tino will forever be treasured in my heart.

Migrating to the UK, I volunteered to be a Mass reader, continuing what I have started in the Philippines. Three years later, Fr. Paul Newman who was our parish priest then invited me to be an extraordinary minister as he needs people to assist him at Mass and distribute Communion to the sick and housebound. I told him I’ll think about it. I decided to decline the offer.

Back to the present now! Fr. Gerry Murphy succeeded Fr. Paul. I’m still doing the readings from time to time. Suddenly, a letter inviting me to be an extraordinary minister arrived at our home. Its words were persuasive. As though the typed words were not enough, the words “Do say Yes!” were hand-written. I told myself I don’t want to decline this time. In spite of that I had some concerns. Will I be able to fulfil this role if my wife is at work and I’ll have to look after Chiara? How will I manage? I might be more of a liability than an asset to the community!
I confided to a friend my situation and he told me that if the Lord is calling me to serve then I should go for it. I contacted Fr. Gerry to say “Yes” to his invite at the same time told him my concerns. There were two training evenings. I wasn’t able to make it on one of them so they arranged another one for those who were unable to attend.

On the two evening sessions I attended, I noticed that Fr. Gerry read the story of the Roman centurion’s faith in Jesus. The words we say at Mass “Lord, I am not worthy….” were inspiring. People shared how they felt unworthy to be part of this ministry. For me that unworthiness does not only stem from being sinful, but also being fearful of not being able to perform well in this ministry and of not being able to explore other ministries in the parish that are undermanned. I’m glad that during our sharing sessions, most if not all of us trainees have the same concerns – there was a father who like me can sometimes struggle to participate attentively in the Mass because of an active toddler under my care, there was a mother who sometimes works on weekends, etc.

After our sharing, we made our way to the church passing through the Poor Clares Monastery Chapel for some practicals on how we will be distributing Communion (either holding the bread or the chalice). In the chapel (as well as in the meeting room where we have just been) there was a huge image of Our Lady carrying the Infant Jesus. Beneath the image were the words “My mother, my confidence”. This attracted me a lot and before exiting the chapel, I helped myself to a stampita with a replica of the same image and a leaflet on its devotion.

At the end of our practicals, we rehearsed for our commissioning which will take place this weekend. Will I or will I not?

My concerns and fears are still there. They won’t go away like magic. Nevertheless, I humbly accept this new opportunity for me to serve the Lord and His people. In a way I am excited to bring Jesus to everyone especially to the sick, if I am allowed to soon. I know it’s Jesus calling me to this ministry. I believe He will see me through it. I place my trust in Him. And like Him, I confide too in His Mother and mine.

Please say a prayer for me.

Corpus Christi Thoughts

The Feast of Corpus Christi reminds me of how my Lolo Paul devoutedly conducted himself in attending and serving the Mass. As I have written in previous articles, when we used to live in their house, he would wake me up every morning to join him and Lola Piling in the Mass that would be celebrated at the St Rita Hospital Chapel. As I arrive at their room, I would see Lolo fixing himself up and putting on some perfume. He would afterwards put 2 squirts on me - 1 on each side of my shirt. Although I didn't understand the Mass at the time, I admire my grandparents when they sing and take turns in doing the readings.

One time, I spent the weekend in an aunt's house. Before returning home, we phoned up the house. It so happened that Lolo Paul picked up the phone. I greeted him and he asked me "Nagsimba ka na ba?" (since it was a Sunday). "Opo," I replied. "Sino ang pari dyan?," he asked. "Si Fr Benedicto po." (Now this priest is for real. Fr Antonio Benedicto - later awarded with the title of "Monsignor" - was a contemporary of Ninong Sonny Albano - Lolo's eldest son - when they both studied at the San Jose Seminary.The last time I met Msgr. Benedicto was during the Chrism Mass at the Manila Cathedral in the late 90s. He was already retired then. I'm glad that he still recognized me during that encounter.) Having been satisfied with my answers, he took my message that we're on our way home.

I hope and pray that I will continue to value the Mass and be a role model to others just like my late grandparents.

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I heard the news that Msgr Federico Navarro, an ex-parish priest of Gagalangin, passed away on 21 June. He was the first parish priest in Gagalangin that I have assisted during the Masses he led at the St Rita Hospital. I won't forget how I fetched him using a side car as there was no driver available then. He also provided me with positive feedback on how to be an effective commentator/lector. He was also the one who officiated my confirmation during the Town Fiesta in 1987.

During his time, an Adoration Chapel was constructed in celebration of the National Eucharistic Year in the Philippines. A lover of Latin music, the 7:30am Sunday Mass always featured the singing of Gregorian chants. Ditto the Aguinaldo Masses.

He was also a vocal Cory Aquino supporter, just like me!

His administration though was marked with massive and rather controversial renovation of the church which included the 'veiling' of the beautiful painting of the "Death of St Joseph" on the main altar, the removal of the altar of St Joseph as well as that of the Our Lady of Miraculous Medal and St Anthony. The changes he effected paled in comparison to the beauty that was present in the church sanctuary during the time of his 2 predecessors. People used to ridicule the new altars for the Virgin and St Joseph calling them "papaya" because of their obvious shapes. He may have planned further improvements had not he been reassigned to neighboring Maypajo. His term was the shortest among the cura parrocos of Gagalangin - almost 3 years only. It took Fr Bhong Guerrero to address the gaps in the renovation implemented by Msgr Navarro. Hence, the current altar of Gagalangin which, only recently became an item of discussion in Facebook because of still more unwanted changes.

Having said that, Msgr Navarro comes across as a good, generous, and approachable person. At the end of the day, it's these qualities that will truly count.

May God bless your soul, Monsignor! Thank you!

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Last point I wish to raise is the implementation of the new English translation of the Mass. This coming September, the bishops of England and Wales have instructed all parishes to begin using the new responses (e.g "And with your spirit"). The bishops of the Philippines have also set a date for effecting the change. Honestly, I am not looking forward to this. Apart from how it was imposed (from Rome to the local churches as opposed to the spirit of Vatican II) and how the local bishops didn't raise a finger to oppose such bullying, the use of words that are either archaic (e.g. "CONSUBSTANTIAL with the Father" vs "one being with the Father"))or controversial (e.g. "which will be poured out for you and for MANY" vs "which will be shed for you and for ALL)is quite disturbing when the Mass should be a sign of our unity as God's People.

Tita Jing

She was one of the two doctoras (lady doctors)in the Tria Tirona-Castro Clan; the other one is Tita Stella Castro, a dentist. Whenever we go home to Kawit, Cavite, we won't miss passing by their house since it lies on the calle real (main road). Her and Tita Stella's clinics are also located at their home. Maria Aurora "Tita Jing" Castro-Gines was an EENT (Eyes, Ears, Nose, Throat) doctor.

The Castros are religious and have been actively involved in parish work. Lola Urs, their mom, used to be a lector/commentator. Lolo Tony, their dad, was a special minister of Holy Communion. Tita Jing, Tita Tel, and Tito Sancho all followed their mom's footsteps.

Attending Mass in Kawit, I have been touched by how that family prays together. I was inspired to attend more fervently the Mass due to their good example. On a number of occasions, I would witness Tita Jing proclaiming God's Word on the lectern. I have also seen her once in Santa Cruz Church attending Mass and worshipping the Blessed Sacrament during its Exposition. Tita Jing's witnessing to the Word enthused me to serve God as a lector/commentator - in Manila, first in my mother parish and then at the metropolitan cathedral, and now in the UK.

A day after I graduated from UST, I went to Kawit since it was Palm Sunday that day. As I made my way to an available seat in church, I saw Tita Jing (and the rest of the family proceeding to their seats) and shared with her the good news (of me graduating). She was happy for me and asked if I would proceed to medicine (which was my original plan). I told her that I had another plan though.

There have been a few rare occasions I would see her since then like All Saints' Day, Christmas, etc until I left for the UK. Quite glad that our God is in full control of technology and so in Facebook we once again met! We had a few chats catching up on how things are going. She even became one of our Facebook friends in Tanghalang Anluwage, Inc! When we sent an invite to all friends to join us for our annual online Seven Last Words last Holy Week, she told us that she can't make it, but would join us in spirit.

I was sad to hear that she was suffering from liver cancer and kept in touch with her siblings and nieces - Janine (my former classmate) and her Ate Didith. Her demise came as a surpise for me. I never though it was that worse when I had some chats with her in Facebook and was hoping we could be reunited when I visit the Philippines soon. Yet God has other plans I think.

I will surely miss Tita Jing. In her sickness, she put her trust in God and she was never failed by our faithful Lord. Her example and life prod us all to continue serving God and His people. May the Risen Christ bless her soul.

My heartfelt sympathies to Lola Urs, Tito Ewat, and family.

The 14th Point

I feel really proud as I looked at photos taken during President Noynoy Aquino’s inaugural last week. I could feel that fresh hope pervading in the country now that it has a new (and duly elected) leader in the person of this unassuming son of Ninoy and Cory Aquino, revered icons of our democracy.

On the same day that he was sworn into office, Catholic bishops released a 13-point that the newly-elected president needs to tackle during his administration.

I read through the list and found some very, very familiar areas of concern such as the Comprehensive Agrarian Reform Program with extension and reform (CARPer), the rejection of the Reproductive Health Bill, same-sex union, halting of mining and illegal logging, corruption, human rights, the poor’s access to quality education, etc.

I was expecting that they would include the cancellation of payments to debts incurred by the Marcos administration. It is no secret that these debts were immorally done as they did not benefit the nation, but Marcos and his minions.

Since 30 July 1977 (when the dictator signed into law Presidential Decree No. 1177), a part of our national budget has been automatically earmarked to pay the “principal and interest on public debt” (section 31 of PD 1177). Sadly, the late Cory Aquino honored these debts and so payments have been ongoing until now.

40% of our budget is allocated for debt servicing, thus depriving our country from further development, poor families from getting access to a better quality of life, public services such as hospitals, schools, and the like from being able to fully respond to clients’ needs, etc.

40% is 40%!

I agree that we Pinoys believe in the saying that “Ang utang ay dapat bayaran”, but if it was done not for our good and if paying it would prevent us from enjoying what we humans deserve, then it is immoral to pay them! It’s anti-life, if I can rejig a famous by-line from our Church leaders.

I agree that “Kung walang corrupt, walang mahirap”, but corruption isn’t the only enemy to alleviate poverty. To alleviate poverty, P-Noy must also make sure that funds are appropriated where they are badly needed. He must send marching orders to Congress, when he addresses them on 26 July 2010, to repeal that oppressive law and make strong representations with the IMF-World Bank putting a cap on debt servicing.

If this is done, then at least 3 (i.e. educating the poor, poverty alleviation, and food security) of the 13 points raised by our bishops would have already been sorted.

I am disappointed that our prelates have missed this item when this issue has been staring at them all this time, when they have often spoken in defense of the poor and proclaimed that we are a “Church of the Poor”.

Debt is ‘utang’ in Filipino. If the President does not do something on automatic debt payments, more and more people would be drowned in untold poverty and misery. From their mouths, ‘utang’ would metamorphose into another Filipino word, a curse actually, that P-Noy would not like to hear.

I may not be a bishop, but like them I am also P-Noy’s boss. And so, Mr President, my appeal is: please repudiate debt servicing!

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I am very sorry to hear the sad news that Mrs Annie Andreus, a long-time friend, neighbour, and perhaps a distant relative in Kawit, Cavite, has passed away. Ti Annie, as we fondly call her (“Ti” is an honorific title Kawiteños use to address their elders such as uncles and aunts.), was an ex-classmate’s mother. When I lived in my aunt’s house (which is a few steps from Ti Annie’s home and sari-sari store), I used to pass by the church before proceeding to the nearby St Mary Magdalene School. I would always see her attending the daily Mass. Later on, I found myself getting up early everyday to participate in the Holy Eucharist – sitting next to her. I carried this practice when we moved back to Manila and whenever I would go to Kawit and attend Mass I was happy to be reunited with her.

If my paternal grandparents introduced me to the Mass, Ti Annie reinforced that practice by her good example and encouragement. Which is why I'm telling our brothers and sisters in the faith, especially the youth: don't get bored of the Mass. Welcome your elders' proddings as a call to prayer, to be in union with the Lord. And as you grow in that upbringing, you will not 'lose' it even if you move to another place.

Thank you, Ti Annie. You have been like a mom to me. May you now enjoy the happiness in the presence of our God whom you have encountered in the daily Mass.

To Edwin and his siblings (Christie, Donna, and Faye), my sincerest condolences.