Life is full of choices.
Choices that either break or make you a better person you’ve ever wanted.
Choices that defines you.
Choices that only exists in the here and now of your today.
Dare, then, to make a choice.
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Joy is what we lack. Happiness is everywhere you can pick. Joy is a sheer grace felt deep within. It is something that deeply penetrates your whole being.
I am no pro in joy, BUT, truthfully, we don’t have to continue living a “my heart is restless” coz this we know, once we “rest in Thee” we shall have what we envy others.
Change is painful. Whether you decide to change, or life simply demands change, it is a painful process. Harmful habits die hard, because we sometimes are so in love with our pain.
We like to have an excuse. Someone or something to put the blame on.
But the truth is that there’s no force on earth stronger than a human being who wants to achieve something. Who truly wants something. Who fights, who struggles, who cries in pain but doesn’t surrender.
Man achieves the impossible by sheer power of will, and that makes him magic.
But we must ask ourselves if what we want is truly important, because most times we want what we want because we hope it would make us happy.
But that is just a way of fooling ourselves.
Nothing outside ourselves can ever make us happy.
Change makes us happy. Progress makes us happy. Overcoming obstacles makes us happy.
Happiness is not a destination, but the road we travel to reach that destination.
And all that we need to go down that road is within ourselves.
Right now, right here.
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Gabrielle Bellot explores the original inspiration for Betty Boop — a black jazz singer named Baby Esther Jones.
MANILA, Philippines – President Rodrigo Duterte said the Philippines cannot legalize same-sex marriage, unlike the United States and several European countries.
Duterte was speaking before the Filipino community in Myanmar, where he is on a two-day official visit.
“Wala nang gender, because you can be he or she… ‘yan ang kultura nila. Kayo lang. ‘Di ‘yan puwede sa amin, Katoliko kami. At there is the Civil Code, which is you can only marry a woman for me, and for woman to marry a man. ‘Yan ang batas natin,” the President said on Sunday, March 19.
(There’s no gender, because you can be or she… that’s their culture. That’s only for them. That can’t be applied to us, we’re Catholics. And there is the Civil Code, which is you can only marry a woman for me, and for woman to marry a man. That’s the law in the Philippines.)
“Dalawang brother-in-law ko gay. May mga pinsan ako na gay, wala akong ano, pero kung saan ka pinuwesto ng Diyos, diyan ka lang,” he added.
(I have two brothers-in-law who are gay. I have cousins who are gay, I have nothing against them, but you have to stick to where God placed you.)
This is in contrast to Duterte’s stance during the 2016 campaign period, when he expressed openness to possible legislation allowing same-sex marriage.
“Definitely, the gays were created by God… God made them so medyo nagkamali ‘yung bilangan diyan sa Bible (there is a slight error in the Bible). [It should be] Adam, Eve, and the gays,” he said during Rappler’s “The Leader I Want” forum in January 2016.
Speaker Pantaleon Alvarez, one of Duterte’s staunchest allies, said last October that he would push for same-sex civil marriage in the Philippines.
But Alvarez also said it will not be fast-tracked because it is not among Duterte’s priority measures. (READ: Same-sex civil marriage bill may ‘divide’ House – minority lawmakers) – Rappler.com
I have a group of friends who are gay and lesbian, they are the great gays and lesbians I’ve every met. They are talented and wonderful persons. However, let us discern more. Listen more. I have nothing against them, nevertheless, it’s the act and not the person.
love you all my gay and lesbian friends–Keep itUP!
Joseph of Nazareth, you are the man
Last in the line that rose from David, King,
Down through the royal generations ran,
and ends with Jesus Christ.
Gabriel from heaven came to Mary’s side,
Came with joyful promise of a King
Came to you also, Joseph, to confide
that God conceived this child.
Guardian and foster father of the Christ,
Honor to you, so chosen by our God!
Husband of Virgin Mary,
You are first to show us Christian Love.
March 19 – Feast of St. Joseph, husband of Mary
The feast falls on a Sunday, in the Roman Catholic Liturgy, Sunday celebration supercedes any feast of the day. Happy Feast to all the Fathers in the world.
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©Joseph of Nazareth text Stephen Somerville, 1971
A Filipino bishop who is known for his service and generosity to the poor is on the road to possible canonization.
The Congregation for the Causes of Saints in Rome has opened the process for the possible beatification of the late Archbishop Teofilo Camomot of Cebu, according to MetroCebu News.
Father Mhar Vincent Balili, vice postulator for Archbishop Camomot’s cause, said the congregation said it will give attention to the cause.
If Rome approves the diocesan process, the diocese will submit a “positio,” which is basically a biography of the archbishop, establishing that he lived a life of heroic virtue.
Father Balili said they have “many testimonies” from people on the favors they received after praying to Archbishop Camomot, the news outlet said. But they have yet to find evidence that someone recovered from a major illness because of the late archbishop’s intercession. Cebu Archbishop Jose Palma has ordered all parishes to say a prayer for the late archbishop’s beatification on a regular basis.
The website of the Daughters of St. Theresa, which Archbishop Camomot founded, notes:
Archbishop Palma also recommended that the faithful go on pilgrimage to the late archbishop’s tomb in the motherhouse of the Daughters of St. Theresa in Barangay Valladolid, Carcar City. According to a video on the website of the Daughters of St. Theresa, the archbishop’s body was found incorrupt when it was transferred from a Catholic cemetery to the motherhouse in 2009.
Archbishop Camomot was born in Barangay Cogon, Carcar on March 3, 1914. He was the third of eight children born to Luis and Angela Bastida Camomot. He died in a car accident in San Fernando town on Sept. 27, 1988.
“There were many stories about the Archbishop’s Francisan-like poverty,” says a biography on the sisters’ website. Cebu archbishop emeritus Cardinal Ricardo Jamin Vidal once said that “on one occasion he noticed that Archbishop Camomot was not wearing his pectoral cross…. Curious, he asked Monsignor Camomot about it. He made some excuse. Later a priest told the cardinal that the archbishop had pawned his cross to give some money to the poor. The cardinal later gave him a new cross and told him not to give it away.”
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The best thing about being a Miss Universe candidate, is that you have all the power to be who you are. You hold in your hands the beauty of creation- friendship with other beauties, camaraderie, being able to share the crowns of your country, and above all, you very self -confidently beautiful with a heart and mind.
All are winners in such competition, however, the crown is not what is more important. It is more the CHANCE to bring in the CHANGE you would want to share with the whole UNIVERSE.
Jesus said to his disciples, “A rich man had a steward who was reported to him for squandering his property.
He summoned him and said, ‘What is this I hear about you? Prepare a full account of your stewardship, because you can no longer be my steward.’
The steward said to himself, ‘What shall I do, now that my master is taking the position of steward away from me? I am not strong enough to dig and I am ashamed to beg.
I know what I shall do so that, when I am removed from the stewardship, they may welcome me into their homes.’
He called in his master’s debtors one by one. To the first he said, ‘How much do you owe my master?’
He replied, ‘One hundred measures of olive oil.’ He said to him, ‘Here is your promissory note. Sit down and quickly write one for fifty.’
Then to another he said, ‘And you, how much do you owe?’ He replied, ‘One hundred kors of wheat.’ He said to him, ‘Here is your promissory note; write one for eighty.’
And the master commended that dishonest steward for acting prudently. “For the children of this world are more prudent in dealing with their own generation than are the children of light.” Luke 16:1-8.
All of us are entrusted – as parent, as children to our parents and sibling, as teachers, as caregivers, as street sweeper, as street-pick up garbage taker, as vendor – no matter how little or great is the task, it is a responsibility given to us. It is entrusted to us.
The challenge is how well have we been in our tasks. How honest are we in our task. As parents, do we give the spiritual needs of our children not only the corporal needs? As street sweeper, do we clean it out of duty or out of social concern? As vendors, are we honest in our food preparations (if its food)?
Most of the time, We (I am included) we allude mission to great and big things ( you can name as many as you can) but most often, we forget that it is really, REALLY the small, unnoticed acts. Unnoticed act such as the refugee (i forgot the name, she participated in the Rio Olympic as swimmer, Yusra Mardini, i remembered!) who courageously volunteered to alight the boat, swam for 3 hours in sea pushing the sinking boat carrying 20 persons to reach the safe place.
Or, those simple people who continues to care for the lepers in Yangco, Culion Palawan.
There are so many!
Can we not include the sacrifices we make each day?
We have been dishonest, we have failed the master, but we never really miss out the chance to start again, we just have to be prudent in out choices and decisions.
The face of witness is courage.
The Sisters of St. Paul of Chartres (SPC) at the service of the lepers: “Culion is a leper colony in the Philippines they have dedicated themselves to the care and nursing of the lepers. I could not name for you any single work of the missions which is more repulsive , more repugnant…yet more glorious…the Sisters alone through their charity in practice in its purest form- you will find it in Culion – Fr. William J. Wood, SJ wrote in the Catholic News of New York
lifted phrase from the article: SPC Sisters’ Mission in Culion Celebrates 110th Anniversary/ written by: marionette martinez – st. paul university manila
In the eyes of a youth…
I recently accepted the invitation to be one of the Parish Youth Ministry heads along with other colleagues in the Parish. Aimed at reviving the spark among the Youth, three of them traveled from one school to another, from one destino to another via land or sea, with all the necessities carried in their backpacks. While i remain in the poblacion for my catechetical work.
Every saturday, we individually gather the youth ages 13-18 for orientation, getting to know the program of the parish, encouraging them to participate in the different organization in the PYM and some volunteer work.
Only a day earlier, I commented to my colleague on the weather, how i am much in doubt of their attendance for the evening activity. To my surprise they came, one by one, some in threes, others in group, despite the heavy down pour of rain and strong wind. I had to admit i underestimated them.
There is a kind of deep awe of knowing that they can be fully driven once informed.
A realization occurred to me: understanding what they can give will open up to what they are capable to receive which means opening the doors for them and giving them the place in which you want them to stay – a freeing idea, indeed!
Everywhere is home.
(PV 2011 / inspired from Luke 1:46-55) Music by: Sr. Teresita Estrellita Orlino, SPC
I am your handmaid, Lord. Let it be done to me according to your word. Who am i? What have I to merit my God’s love?
As we commemorate the feast of Annunciation, may i share with you our song during our Perpetual Vows in 2011 inspired from the gospel of St. Luke “The Magnificat”
The gift of vocation to the religious life or priesthood is God’s gift. It is a sheer gift, a grace. But, this gift entails responsibility and mission. It is never for oneself but for others, it is service rather than self-preservation.
Religious Life is not a life apart from the wider Catholic community but a participation in its common life. Yet, they belong to the Lord to whom they have voluntarily consecrated themselves in love and freedom.
The experience of God’s love is the ultimate norm and basis of Religious Life. It is He who loved first.
May you find in Mary, the Mother of God the perfect example of poverty of spirit.
A Blessed Feast of the Annunciation
A mother (widow) raises 10 children, all become priests or nuns except one, who became a Bishop! This is a picture of all the siblings with Pope John XXIII Beautiful! The Scheerer family – 1 Bishop, 6 Priests, 3 Dominican Nuns.
In a milieu where vocations are stifled by worldly cares. Photo such as this, reminds us that vocations start in the family.
The family is the seedbed of vocations, who germinates love for God and a life of service for and with God through one’s neighbor.
I keep on mulling the event that happened over dinner the other night. I cannot find the words that would capture the depth and breadth of my “heaven on earth” moment.
My present community is composed of elderly Sisters, age ranges from 70 to 99 years old. I am just in my early adult life and still far from the way they have lived and served God.
At dinnertime, still undecided which food to take, a ninety six year old Sister joined me at the service table, aware of her health diet, I mumbled over what she took, “are vegetables good for her?” trusting she does, I left her. As she picks the fish, I doubted her judgment over the viand so I called the attention of the caregivers, after being informed that her viand is on her table I literally shouted; she is hard of hearing though, “Sister, your viand is on top of the dinner table.” Sheepishly, she replied “Oh!” with a grin on her face. Some of the Sisters noticed too and one even bellowed, “She cannot eat chicken, please!” and everyone had all their attention on her. Thanks to the meat (pork) she eats three times a day, she is perfectly well.
I went back to my seat feeling awed and in deep joy, each one taking care and being concerned with one another. It is as if the entirety of Community Life was flashed in front of me, summed up in one word CARE. But I can only care if I go out of myself and see my neighbor in need, not because they need it but, I want to care. I want to love.
I am a Religious. We live in community. We value commonality or common life, a distinctive character of Religious Life, of which it makes our life colorful indeed! We live in common; common prayers, common mealtimes, common recreation, common rising time and lights off. Everything is in common even the habit (dress) that we wear. All the things that we received are put in common so as no one in the community is in want.
After fifteen years, I am beginning to get the nerve of the life I embraced (experience will tell you so!) Community Life is the most challenging part in the life of a Religious and it goes with the Vows as well (poverty, chastity and obedience.) I am living with 55 Elderly Sisters. We are all gifted with different, unique characters and behavioral patterns, endowed with formed habits and values, virtues and historical backgrounds coupled with joys and pains, and of course some with unresolved issues. Yet, we exist, we live and we flourish because we CARE. Our Community Life is lived in CARE following the example of Jesus as the Good Samaritan to his neighbor whom he CARED.
Maybe, just maybe, if we take time to CARE for one another seriously-in our local community, family members specially the estranged, hurting, who feels unwelcomed, the pessimists, the indifferent and aloof, if only we take time to enter into their world we would realize how wounded WE ARE and how WE CONTINUE to wound the other. We project what we have and we loathe what we see. If only we have fully grasped the totality of our life, we would come to terms with the reality that we all live in one BIG COMMUNITY, living a common life.
It is a journey onwards with a neighbor towards the eternal community with the Father in heaven.
Twelve years since its foundation in Taytay, Rizal on 2004, the SPC Vigil House has gone beyond its conception. From a simple house for the aged and retired SPC Religious Sisters to becoming one of the most “sought” after model structures in reference to “house for aged religious”. Different religious communities and lay organizations have visited and surveyed its building structure, maintenance and operation. Undeniably, the SPC Vigil House has become a beacon of care and love for aging religious who have served their respective congregations with much dedication and fidelity.
Considered as a haven for the Sisters in their old age, the Vigil House, as fondly called, has become a sanctuary for lay people who would come to join the Sisters in their prayers, Holy Mass, Eucharistic Exposition, liturgical rituals, devotions and novenas or those who frequent the place for solitude and prayer. True to its charism of Charity, their very presence impels people to seek God deeply. Suffice it to say, the SPC Vigil House is the bush burning but not consumed in the heart of a city which awakens the inner longing of each soul drawn to deepen their faith and relationship with God.
Weakness and aging have not hindered the Sisters from ministering to the needs of their brethren. Aware of their limitations, they become more genuine and practical in their ministerial approach. Where active members of the Congregation are concerned with “working in the world but not becoming of the world”, non-working members are preoccupied with spiritual affairs. They have recognized that authentic presence and witness is the greatest and most challenging ministry, but, the most trustworthy and fulfilling means of conveying the message. True enough, it is only in weakness and suffering that one can truly be a beacon of hope, love and faith in a society where vulnerability is nothing but futility. It is one’s experience of senescence that enables the ability to practise the true meaning of poverty, chastity and obedience, faith and hope, precisely the very things that they share to the people who come to the SPC Vigil House to be invigorated in their faith life.
“La vie est belle.” Life is beautiful knowing that these Sisters who are in their prime have mirrored how life should be lived and what life is all about. It is not about the degree attained or the school attended. It is more than the position one’s held or the ministry you worked in. It is not even intelligence or practicality that gauges the success or the building that you built or the number of communities which you were assigned. Rather, life is beautiful for these Sisters because of the relationship that deepens through the years of falling and rising. The flickering sparks of courage and trust amidst life’s challenges made them realize that being put together brings out hope and surrender. “La vie est belle!” When deformities become reality and sickness becomes inevitable comrades, God becomes an intimate companion.
If the book of life of the SPC Congregation be destroyed, lost or burned, all they need is to look to these Sisters whose life is a “living book of life.” The life of these Sisters embodies the spirit of the Congregation.
We just had an ostentatious celebration of valentines, flowers, chocolates and gifts crowd our table. Restaurants, refreshment areas and malls were flooded with couples, lovers, friends and family enjoying each other’s company. What a beauty to behold!
I celebrated mine with the ladies searching for life’s direction. We had sharing of vocation stories, human and faith experiences, simple yet profound joy as we get to know more about the other and had great selfie & groupfie.
It was Kairos! God’s perfect time, we went beyond the customary fête of valentines. Instead of greeting each other we affirmed one another’s faith; rather than the celebratory norm we went into group-solitude for individual assessment of where our life had been and will be as we begin anew after this valentine’s day. We end up relishing at table served for us by the community of St. Paul Pasig Sisters- their presence showed what real valentines was: community endeavor. The sumptuous home-cooked meal and hand-made (Sr. Marie, from Vietnam) chocolate balls made me think of how this occasion should be celebrated: AT HOME, where everyone shares oneself.
Though miles away from my father, I still had a great talk with him over the phone. He shared how he spent with my nieces at the beach in my grandfather’s home town, playing and scouring the low-tide sea for shrimps which we did back in my childhood years. What a valentine! it is valuing time and making profound memories with the persons that matter most in our lives over the fancy glitz in the malls.
As I looked back into my valentine’s day, it was just the ordinary day made it extraordinary through the eyes of love, nothing fancy and no loud-wild-upbeat music to dance to, not a single high-priced food bill either!
After all, everyday is valentine’s day if only we have the eyes to see and the faith to believe that we have been loved all this time by a Great Lover. If only we have realized this profound truth in our life we would not seek love other than His, whose love was perfected on the cross.
Valentine’s Day shouldn’t end in human love alone.
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