I remember the priorities in my life for the next two or three years I listed last Lenten Retreat in the company of Opus Dei:
1. Help my sister to finish college
2. Find a girl to love and possibly the mother of my children
3. Continue praying for enlightenment and direction
4. Go abroad to find greener pastures
5. Try to save for my own future
6. Invest my money to business or its equivalent
7. Pray for the possibility of being a numerary of Opus Dei
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Typhoon Cosme
The province where I work was hit by Typhoon Cosme more than a week ago. Properties were destroyed. It seemed like a nightmare. I was still blessed that day for I went home early. I should have been stranded at Pangasinan if I went home two hours later. Thanks to the concert of Bukaspalad Music Ministry at Don Bosco Tarlac.
I have no idea what has happened that night for we are at the gym enjoying the concert. All I know is that there has been two-time power failure during the concert. After the concert, all is calm outside except that the soft rain kept on pouring.
As I arrived Monday morning at the plant, I was surprised to see our warehouse—its skylights were stripped off by strong winds. The materials stored are affected. We declared around P7M damages in finished goods. I cannot remember the declared damages on infrastructure.
What alarmed me is that the typhoon has been an avenue of sin instead of an avenue to call God. Just to save the boat from sinking, here come the people to do the wrong thing.
For I am a follower of St. Josemaria’s teachings that I have to find heaven through the sanctification of work, I cannot take what they insist to do. Yet I have no choice to go with the flow.
I’m sorry that story I cannot write in detail.
I have no idea what has happened that night for we are at the gym enjoying the concert. All I know is that there has been two-time power failure during the concert. After the concert, all is calm outside except that the soft rain kept on pouring.
As I arrived Monday morning at the plant, I was surprised to see our warehouse—its skylights were stripped off by strong winds. The materials stored are affected. We declared around P7M damages in finished goods. I cannot remember the declared damages on infrastructure.
What alarmed me is that the typhoon has been an avenue of sin instead of an avenue to call God. Just to save the boat from sinking, here come the people to do the wrong thing.
For I am a follower of St. Josemaria’s teachings that I have to find heaven through the sanctification of work, I cannot take what they insist to do. Yet I have no choice to go with the flow.
I’m sorry that story I cannot write in detail.
The Vision
11 May 2008
Pentecost Sunday
The Vision
I was surprised last Sunday when our facilitator in a covenant recollection during the praise fest asked us to meditate that we are alone in an island with inexplicable beauty that reflects the grandeur of its creator.
I was trying to see myself in a long table in the company of my brothers in their respective robes but I see myself differently.
I saw myself playing with my son along the sea shore while my wife is around a hundred steps calling us by name as she waves her hand. I saw a picture of a happy family.
I don’t know what I am going to feel that moment. I started to ask myself if it is already the answer to my prayer for direction to where I really belong.
As I grow to maturity in the age of reason, clearer views of my future or what I would want to be has come to unfold.
Pentecost Sunday
The Vision
I was surprised last Sunday when our facilitator in a covenant recollection during the praise fest asked us to meditate that we are alone in an island with inexplicable beauty that reflects the grandeur of its creator.
I was trying to see myself in a long table in the company of my brothers in their respective robes but I see myself differently.
I saw myself playing with my son along the sea shore while my wife is around a hundred steps calling us by name as she waves her hand. I saw a picture of a happy family.
I don’t know what I am going to feel that moment. I started to ask myself if it is already the answer to my prayer for direction to where I really belong.
As I grow to maturity in the age of reason, clearer views of my future or what I would want to be has come to unfold.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
The first flower offered to the Lady
14 May 2008
I went to Manaoag yesterday after my duty to celebrate the feast of Our Lady of Fatima. Of course, I was alone, being alone in a trip like this is no longer new to me; at least I am happy. I had a strong feeling that something good might happen this day. By the way, the Shrine of Our Lady of Manaoag is just 30-45 minute drive from my workplace.
It was three in the afternoon when I left my workplace but I had a hard time to wait for the jeep going there. It was four when I got a ride.
At 4:30, I was there. Unfortunately, there was no Mass. At first, I thought that my pilgrimage is a trash but my intention is of greater value. I said the famous formula for spiritual communion and rushed to Urdaneta for the 5pm Mass.
It was ten minutes before five when the tricycle left Manaoag. I was late in my precious Mass.
I was surprised when after the Mass, an old woman handed me santan flowers to offer to the image of Our Lady. Naturally at first, I was hesitant whether to accept it or just ignore. I decided to chose the first. The crowd sang the Salve Regina as one by oen offered their flowers.
As far as my memory can recall, this is the first time I offered a tangible flowers to Our Lady (because most of the time I offer spiritual boquets). It is cute to think that my first time is a santan flower--a simple, ordinary flower. But I know and I believe, my flowers is the most beautiful of them all because I offered it with humility and devotion.
The thought of something good will happen to me yesterday was made possible with my Spiritual Mother.
I went home with peace.
I went to Manaoag yesterday after my duty to celebrate the feast of Our Lady of Fatima. Of course, I was alone, being alone in a trip like this is no longer new to me; at least I am happy. I had a strong feeling that something good might happen this day. By the way, the Shrine of Our Lady of Manaoag is just 30-45 minute drive from my workplace.
It was three in the afternoon when I left my workplace but I had a hard time to wait for the jeep going there. It was four when I got a ride.
At 4:30, I was there. Unfortunately, there was no Mass. At first, I thought that my pilgrimage is a trash but my intention is of greater value. I said the famous formula for spiritual communion and rushed to Urdaneta for the 5pm Mass.
It was ten minutes before five when the tricycle left Manaoag. I was late in my precious Mass.
I was surprised when after the Mass, an old woman handed me santan flowers to offer to the image of Our Lady. Naturally at first, I was hesitant whether to accept it or just ignore. I decided to chose the first. The crowd sang the Salve Regina as one by oen offered their flowers.
As far as my memory can recall, this is the first time I offered a tangible flowers to Our Lady (because most of the time I offer spiritual boquets). It is cute to think that my first time is a santan flower--a simple, ordinary flower. But I know and I believe, my flowers is the most beautiful of them all because I offered it with humility and devotion.
The thought of something good will happen to me yesterday was made possible with my Spiritual Mother.
I went home with peace.
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