Showing posts with label edward dantis. Show all posts
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Tuesday, January 29, 2013

what the Lord asks of me



Journal entry august 29, 2012

My helplessness.

            As I ponder about my life in the novitiate I was moved to know, what the Lord asks of me now. In this novitiate where I seem to be helpless and powerless, I am still strong and able but left with not so much to do. No T.V. programs to direct, scripts to write and edit, videos to shoot and produce. There were no project consultations and planning for the apostolate. I do not have the time and opportunity to talk with my family and friends, to give them my comfort and love. I ask again: is this what the Lord asks of me now?

            Maybe the Lord is saying that there are many Edward, Edong and Epat who are out there doing the same things that I used to do but there are less Edward, Edong and Epat praying and spending time with Him. This is what he wants of me now, to be still and to stand by Him. This is what my novitiate life should be. I remember the book I was reading (Letters from the Dessert, Caretto) the author presented a question postulated by Pope Pius XII “What does Jesus do in the Eucharist?” He explained that the Lord who is all powerful is immobilized and reduced to a small white bread. We all needed Him so much but he chose to be just there, silent and immobile. The silence of God – the weakness of God he said further. While the whole world is noisy and agitated and confused, he reduced himself to bread.

            It is true that the world and the Eucharist seem to move in opposite direction as the author explains, but I believe that there is no dichotomy (that one is separated from the other) in these because both exist in the same plane. As we live our daily lives which seem to be a churning of pain and labor, we are being gushed like strong waves that crush when it hits the boulders of disappointments and frustrations. It will take a lot of courage and grace for us to be able to swim opposite the current and go where the stillness is – towards the Eucharist. To be able to drop everything and stop for a moment to be quiet – quiet the mind and heart, to worship with the whole being. To be able to do all of these not only in a cerebral level but with the whole body, heart and soul.  

            I have to have a strong faith to understand all of these that at one point God has become powerless to be able to save. That was what he did in the Calvary. In the Eucharist, He let Himself transform into a piece of white bread so that we can receive Him. To spend a moment of helplessness in the exposed host so we can adore Him. In this sense, I want to be a helpless servant – powerless. I thank the Lord for my status now as a novice, he allowed me to be helpless so I can spend time to get to know Him better and be with Him – the source of my vocation, the meaning of my life.  

to be love . . .

Journal entry august 31, 2012


For the times I failed to love, to see love and be love.

            We belong to a community; we all must learn to love each other. We are from a religious congregation and the clergy look up to us in terms of living a community life, they say that in the end we have “a home to come home to” and brothers to have.

            The major issue I am confronting now is how to live with my brothers. I mean on a daily basis, I see them and interact with them. Eat pray and work with them. The problems is that there were moments that I’d rather not see them and know what they do because I cannot help but comment on what they do and how they do it. I also hate myself for being a perfectionist, for demanding and expecting too much from myself and with other people. But I cannot help it. I once told my brothers that I also wished that the time would come that I would just stop caring and minding them.

            I summon love to be my guide, the Lord who is the source of all love. Is it because of too much love for them that I want everything to be in order? Is it the same love the poisons me in the vile of hate and discomfort when things go wrong? It affect me a lot that I mind even the small details of what they do, like being late in the mass and in our prayer time. I get affected if they do not know their schedule for the leading the prayer, serving in the mass and if they are not wearing the prescribed attire for the mass. Maybe I am being too much.

            I think what counts with God is how much we love and how well we serve Him. Love should then be the reason and basis for my words and actions – may I always be reminded of this even though it is hard to follow. Everyday activities and chores should lead me to loving others rather than condemning them. To serve and not to lord over people, to be compassionate and not to blame people, to ask forgiveness and not offer excuses. May I be love. 

Monday, January 28, 2013

2 funerals and a banquet


Journal entry August 19, 2012

        Just recently Tita Janet, one of our benefactors and friend here in the novitiate lost her mother Mommy Lourdes. It happened the same day when ate Len, our choir conductor lost her father. I wonder how these great women are coping up.

We first went to Tita Janet ready for a requiem mass, all the brothers prepared early after dinner. When we arrived at the memorial chapel all her family members were there (all Chinese), we found out that the body of her mom was not yet there. It was still at the morgue and that they have to wait for 8 hours as prescribed by their Chinese Buddhist relatives before they can take it out. It was already late in the evening so we decided to go home at go back the following day for the mass.

When we returned, the wake looked like a scene in one of the Chinese themed movies that we saw. There were Chinese characters in calligraphy printed on long sheets of white paper placed on the walls. Chinese banners also hang on the hall. There was a corner where they fold small sheets of paper which they said were paper money to be burned so that the dead can carry and use it in the afterlife. There were fruits, Chinese soup, tea and Chinese cakes placed in a small table as offering and incense burning continually at the side of the chapel which they said has to be lit until the last day of the wake. At the side of the coffin lies a big paper house. It was elaborately designed and comes with maid servants, a car with a driver and a horse drawn carriage. They said that it was all needed by their mother for the afterlife as advised by their relatives. Tita Janet’s family was Catholics but felt obliged to follow their Chinese tradition in reverence for their dead. I felt a deep sense of love for their mother because as what they had said, they made such preparations and followed the Buddhist rites so their mother will not have a hard afterlife. It was for me a showcase of love that goes beyond life.

On the same day in the afternoon, we went to Ate Len for the requiem mass of his father. In contrary with Tita Janet’s family who decided to hold the wake in the big mortuary, hers was held in their house. We were greeted by the laughter of the family members playing joke with each other as they prepare for the mass. They actually prepared a 9 day novena service for their reposed father, complete with response and song sheets. I saw their love and reverence for their father as they share stories with their relatives, tapping each other’s shoulders and making sure that everyone eats something before leaving the wake.

Just before leaving, Ate Len showed us pictures of his father. He said that they were preparing for his birthday, it would be a big family celebration but he died days before that day came. Now, they share stories about their father with smiles on their faces and laughter in their hearts. One strong family indeed.

The following day, we were invited to the 79th birthday celebration of Tito Jame’s Ima, mother. We were treated with a beautiful and bountiful feast. There were big prawns, fish fillet, cakes, coffee and food to our hearts content. What was even more amazing was that Ima was so happy with the celebration in their house even if she cannot remember why and what were they celebrating. Alzheimer struck Ima. It shows in the stories she tells, statements she makes which were incongruity with one another. There was a time she would say that she will give us money, everyone present in the party. Maybe perhaps, Ima was really generous way back or maybe because his son Tito James and his family gave all that Ima could ever wanted. I felt that it was out of love that they made a big party and celebrated Ima’s birthday. She may not have known it was her birthday but they celebrated it anyway. In her happiness, she would sing and dance cha-cha and would invite us to join her.

Tita Tess made her a beautiful cake. In the cake decorations, there were fruits wrapped in paper. She told me that Ima would wrap fruits and say that it was for her children but would forget where she placed it. She was very much like my Mama Luz, always wrapping something for her children. It is true that the mind may forget but the heart remembers.
   
             

Journal entry


August 6, 2012

It has been almost two weeks since our brother Ramon left us, he went out of the novitiate to work and support his family. It was very tough decision for him. I admire his strength, courage and bravery for letting go of what he really wanted and answer the call of his family. It was hard to accept that he let go of the six years of formation life to be a priest and to start over as an ordinary person. But I think that what he did was not a turning back from the call of God, but responding God’s call through his family.

            If there was one person who can say that he feels for Ramon that would be me. I can say that because I was in the same situation many years ago.   Being the eldest among the siblings, like him who felt the pressure of helping the family and taking care of the other siblings really strikes a big blow in the vocation.

            I was fourth year college when encountered the same scenario – a senior student with full of potential and promise. After finishing college I should be looking for work, but instead I wanted to join a religious congregation and be a priest. Those who knew me like my friends and other relatives rallied behind me in support. Those who did not know me think that I was crazy or I just wanted to run away from the responsibility of being the first born. That was the time when I wanted to run away literally from my family because I thought they were holding me in captivity since they disagreed with my plan. I went to friends for advice and had a drinking session with them to help me talk of what I really felt that time. I cried several times in front of my friends in the midst of our drinking spree, that was the time they felt that I was really serious with my problem. I was so restless then that I wanted to elope with the Lord. I was afraid to postpone entering the seminary in the fear that I may lose my vocation. A good friend who was a former seminarian told me that if the vocation I have is true, even if it take me many years and even if they put spears and swords in my path I would still continue.

I also went to priests for guidance. It was Fr. Bebot, an Augustinian Rocollect priest who made me decide finally to postpone my desire to enter the seminary. He told me to be courageous in confronting my issue with my family, that I should give time and listen to what they were saying. That I have to find in my heart that it was the same God who called me to my vocation who is calling me to respond through my family. I felt I was like St. Augustine who was restless until I heard His answer.  

I know that I did not turn away from God’s call during that time because after ten years of postponing and working for my family, I am now here in the formation. May the Lord God take care of my brother Ramon that he may persevere and always find love.  

of death and remembrance


Journal entry september 21, 2012

          There have been too many deaths recently. My good friend Jenny just lost her mother, Ogie and Joan lost their fathers. We lost our good friend Joseph with asthma. I know that these people are special and will not be forgotten. They played a great part in our lives and will take a special place in our hearts.

            Last film viewing session, we saw ‘Asiong Salonga, Hari ng Tondo’. It was one of the most remarkable Tagalog films I have seen so far, in terms of the story, visual narrative and ensemble performance. One scene from the film captured my attention; Asiong the lead character was watching a funeral service on television. It was that of the late comedian Tugo. He was ushered by crowd of people in procession towards the cemetery.  Flocks of different people were in long queue on the funeral procession, a real sight to behold. Asiong said to his wife that he wanted to be remembered by the people and send off to his grave in the same way. People crowding the streets, crying, sobbing and mourning the loss of a great man. By the end of the film, Asiong because of his great love for the people and for the country got the funeral that he wanted.

            It would be too premature now and morbid to think about what my funeral would be like. This deep thought is too existential even. I still want to profess my first vows and later on ordained as a Pauline priest and I pray that God would give me that grace. I want to hold my thanksgiving masses in our barrio in San Miguel Bulacan and in Marinduque. I want to hold masses for the underprivileged people in far flung areas and if give the chance I also wanted to guide media practitioners in the proper use of communication and shepherd them the Pauline way. That is a lot to think about and to hope for.  I pray that I can live to see the mission of our founder Blessed James Alberione be realized. May I help in spreading the Gospel in the most efficacious means to a large number of people. But when the Lord said cut! . . . .  Like in a shooting of a film, all will be put to hold or even put to stop. In my life, He calls the shot not me and I am just His production crew.  

            Will there be flowers beside me, in my head and feet? Wish it would be all white. But may I leave good deeds that are like the flowers that would remind them of God’s love manifesting in my prayers and my love for all of them. Will there be ribbons? Wish they would be yellow like Ninoy and Cory’s. But may I leave a good example of how production and communication should go and flow that every ribbon that they see will remind them of the hallmark of perfection and order that we tried to accomplish as communicators and media practitioners. Will there be crying? Wish there would be none. But may I leave memories that would make them smile and even laugh, may they feel that I will always be there for them. May the tears be only mine – tears that will wash away all the troubles and heartaches that the world has given them. Can I be comfort to them? Wish I could be comfort for all.

Will it be a sunny day? Wish that it would rain. To bring freshness and rest to the earth and to souls longing for rest in God’s embrace. But may I leave marks of love and forgiveness in many hearts that I may dance with them all in the rain and assure them that God is faithful in His promise. Will there be people to send me off? That we have to see. But may my life be long enough to love more people, to show love, to be one with love and be love. That people need not show up but show love and send me off with their love multiplying and reaching God’s desk that they all may vouch for me to enter His heavenly kingdom.

Will there be more questions? Wish that there would be more. That death is just a passing through and remembering is in the heart. 

compassion in confession


 journal entry july 28, 2012 

            It is a monthly thing, it is all cleansing and renewing like a regular car wash or a foot spa. You came in all dirty, with all the grease and dust. My cuticles protruding and I have thick calluses on the soles of my feet.  The cleaning process produces murky, dirty and all ugly wastes. But after the session, will come out something clean and new as ever.  It gave a feeling of rebirth, being born again.  Oh whoa! What a relief. 

Once a month we go to “Balay Pare” not to visit the old priests there and do a program with them, but for a confession. It was time for a little tuning up. I have to admit that at first, I was uncomfortable and hesitant to do my confession there for many different reasons. Most of the priests there were old already and they may not hear anymore what I will be confessing or I will be misheard and misunderstood by them. Although for some they say that I works for them, the more they cannot be heard, the better. I was dumbfounded with my experience confessing with one priest. Being biased and inconsiderate, I did not imagine encountering a very good confessor in ‘Balay’. It was my most interesting confession to date. After shamefully telling him my sins, I wondered if he understood it. ‘Among’, (as how priests are called here in Pampanga) started telling me about his vocation story. What?! OK wait, I told myself. Where did my sins go? In the midst of his story telling, it dawned on me that he was paralleling his life story to that of my sin story. He told me to hold fast to my vocation and persevere, that sin will always be there. He said; the important thing was that, I admitted my sins and that I can go on with my vocation. He closed our confession Ala tete-a-tete with strong words that stuck in my mind. He said that for more than fifty years of being a priest, there was never a day that he regretted. All his assignments, the people that he met and the troubles he encountered were all nothing compared to the blessings he received from the Lord. He said that all was grace.

On the second time we went again for the regular confession, I was looking forward to meeting again and doing my confession with the same old priest. I told myself that confession would by then be easier for me since I know the priest’s formula and rhythm. But our God is a God of surprises, Among cannot attend to us because of dizzy spells.

So, we were assigned to a different priest. He was older and a bit paralyzed. I went to confession the last, since I have to talk to him about his stipend and for the schedule of the PDDM sisters’ confession.

I went in and kissed his hands and started talking. I thought he was not attentively listening and he asked me to repeat my last statement. He asked me if that was all I have to say, I said yes. He gave a big laugh and I wondered what was happening, I asked myself if I went to the wrong place or was I dreaming. I looked around and confirmed to myself that I was still in the room confessing. He laughed and laughed again. He then told me that all my sins were human sin. He continued speaking; soon I felt a certain lightness and easiness. Compassion enveloped me and I felt that God was there with us like that of the laughing Christ painted by Fr. Armand. He was there laughing with Among, He understood me and got me all covered by His Love. God’s goodness and love was overflowing. I found myself in tears.      

I love recalling our conversations. He told me that (while he was laughing) all human sin and that I have to love my brothers because the Lord loves them and He wants them to be saved. He even said that my mind and heart should always be there for the mission. I kept it all in my heart.

           

Monday, September 17, 2012

My Kilometer Zero


Silver lining

            “Every cloud has a silver lining.” This proverb that we often hear literally refers to the beam of sunlight formed on one edge of the storm clouds or on thunderclouds. It is usually dark and poses a big threat of storm. When put in a mathematical equation: two negative addends will produce a positive sum. When applied to real life situation, it is a negative event that produces a positive result. This makes up a good introduction for a not so good story of my past but just like what my intro suggests, my life turned from not so good to better.

Matter of the story

Now enough of the epilogue and we go down to the matter of the story. I was third year high school when I experienced the darkest days of my life. Very young, weak and vulnerable was I but not spared from the blow that life gave me. We used to have a nice house, a jeepney, a small business and enough money to go on picnic every now and then. We grew up helping in the small business (barbecue store) and helping maintain the cleanliness of the house even if we had house help and relatives who live with us. On weekends I take my posts on the barbecue store and help, in the evening when I go home I will receive money that is enough to watch a movie and buy me a new t-shirt the following day.  I have my own room and so as my sisters and my parents. In short, life was good.

My mother, being friendly and charitable that she was helps her friends in borrowing money from a lending company. It went for years and her friends always paid their dues on time and returned the favor to her by helping us expand our small business. One time, her friend borrowed a huge sum of money to the lending company and never came back to pay. Since she was the guarantor, she was asked to pay for the dues. Then another friend of her did the same. We ended up paying other’s debts to the point that my mother and father almost got separated. Police came to our house asking for the friends of my mom.  Soon, little by little we are losing the appliances in our house. The furniture, the jeepney and soon even the business, we lose them all.  We had to sell them so my mother can pay for the loans her friends made.

The most painful part which I still recall vividly was when the sheriff has to take my Encyclopedia Britannica, whole set of the books complete with the shelves. As a young student it was my treasure, my pride and joy. My parents gave it to me as a reward because I studied hard. I was always on the top 10 of my class and receive special citations regularly. I was section one from first to sixth grade and was top ten of the graduating class. Plus, I tour libraries in Makati and I went as far Pasig City just to do my research. One time it rained hard and I was stranded in the Pasig public library from morning till evening.To my parents pity they bought a whole set of encyclopedia so I do not have to leave home to do my assignments.

My mother said that she pawned the house to my uncle so they have to leave and look for a smaller house, to where they did not tell me. They went to hide from the lending company because they wanted us to pay all the loans the friends of my mother took from them. My younger sister and I were left with my uncle (in what used to be our house) to continue in the private high school. They had to pack their things and leave the house; we were left with our clothes and school materials. I immediately became a real big brother to my sister. The other siblings went with my parents. My mother was pregnant during that time so we were so worried on how she was taking it, there were too many things happening.

The next thing I knew, my sister and I were stuck with my hard to deal with uncle. He says that it makes his blood boil when he remembers that my mom pawned our house to him and now she is into hiding. When he gets home from his office at night and was drunk, he calls us and gives us litany about our problems and gives us emotional blackmail as our nightcap. We felt so little hearing how he lambastes our parents especially our mother (his sister), we felt verbally abused and battered. I wanted to quit school so we can follow my parents to where they are, poor but together. One time, I stayed late in school and do not want to go home. My class adviser asked me to talk with her in the office. I told her that I do not want to go home because it was not our home anymore and if I had a gun I would go and shoot my uncle. My teacher was so shocked that she did not want me to go home that evening. I went to my friend’s house and spent the whole evening there; I went home just in time to sleep.

Kilometer Zero

The school year passed and my sister transferred to a public school near where my parents were staying, I was left for another year with my uncle to finish high school. I was always short with money and always bring promissory note during exams. I refused to make projects at school since I do not have money; it was good that I had good friends who helped me with my expenses. I wore the same uniform from second year to fourth year, old rugged shoes and a faded bag. I had just enough money to buy my meal and pay for my fare. Life was really hard. I spent some night crying and wondering what was happening with my life, my family.

One time I had the chance to visit them and saw how hard their life was compared with mine. My father said that one time they had to pick camote tops from the neighbor’s garden and boil it just to have something to eat. That they bought used oil from a ‘chicaron’ factory and mix it with some rice as viand. I remembered I was complaining about my life in Makati where I had a nice bed and had enough to eat.  It was then that I promised to myself that I will do everything in my capacity to finish my studies and take care of my family. I will bring everything back, the life that we used to have.

In my head I imagined scene of Scarlett, the main character in ‘Gone with the wind’ swearing under the tree: “I’m going to live through this and when it’s all over, I’ll never be hungry again. No, nor any of my folk. If I had to lie, steal, cheat or kill. As God is my witness, I’ll never be hungry again.”

Turning point

I spent summer and lent in Makati alone, my uncle and his family left for a vacation. I cannot leave the house and go to my parents because I was entrusted to look after the house the whole time that they will be away.  I was listening to the Lenten reflection on the radio when I found myself crying aloud and praying. I cannot seem to fathom what happened with my life and why did God allowed such thing to happen to me. My family is a good, law abiding Christian family. Kind hearted and God fearing. We honestly earn our keep and never abused anyone. But a bad thing happened to me, to my family. I felt that the Lord had abandoned us, had forsaken us. Like in the midst of the storm, we were left alone on the boat and He was not there to tend on it. Maybe he was sleeping. He allowed us to be buffeted by the strong winds and rain. I wanted to let go, cannot hold out anymore. I wanted to be drowned and crushed by the angry sea to the big boulders of burden.

In his absence, the great irony of it all I felt his great presence. I realized he never left me that was why I survived. He was actually there quietly guiding me and leading me to safety. I was soaked cold in the sea but He pulled me and did not let me drown. He held my hands, hugged me and did not want to let me go. I struggled and wanted to die there but He said He loved me so much and that I had to go with Him to dry land.  The Lord had not been sleeping; he was there with me, with my family on the same boat. He addressed the wind and the water to be quiet and be still. Looking back now, this was actually the kilometer zero of my vocation. I still cry when I remember this, I am actually crying while I was writing this. I cried to Jesus and lived.

The rest was history

A year passed and it was graduation day. I received a special award from my school but my parents were not there to see me and receive the award with me in fear that the people looking for them might see them. It was my aunt who went with me in the graduation. They prepared a little dinner for my graduation and my uncle was so proud of me. That day, I felt I was not that angry anymore with him and I miss my family so much. I knew soon I will be living with my family again and I will go to college and things will be better for my family and me. We will start over again. The wheels turned, through hard work, perseverance, the grace and mercy of God I finished college. I got immediately hired by a television network and rose from the ranks.  I was able to support my family for more than ten long years and as they say the rest was history. 

One thing I boast

I never imagined coming out of the storm of my life alive, a storm so violent and turbulent that almost tore me into pieces. But in the every storm and in every dark storm cloud that pass our lives, we are assured that there will always be a silver lining. It is not anymore a question of why God allows these things to happen in our lives, but on how we put God in the midst of the chaos and hardship that we experience.It is in finding God in every event of our lives, be it in good or bad and turning these moments into moments of faith. What is important now is how we respond to these events in our lives. We may curse God for leaving us on that dark event of our life, while another person on the same kind of dark event in his life praises God for being there with him. A simple analogy of half full and half empty, half cursed or half blessed. It is our faith and relationship with God that will tell us how to deal with life situations, like a road map leading to Him. I admit that I traversed a very hard and painful road. Like the Apostle Paul in 2 Corinthians 11:30: if there is something that I can boast now, it is my weakness because it is where I found the true strength – strength in the Lord.

Monday, July 02, 2012

itik ka ba?

Ayon sa nabasa kong artikulo ang isang itik ay kailangang maglabas ng langis mula sa gland na malapit sa kaniyang buntot patungo sa pagitan ng kanyang mga pakpak para makalutang ito sa tubig. Ito ang paghahanda niyang ginagawa bago lumusong sa tubig, kung hindi niya ito gagawin maari siyang malunod. Nakatatawang isipin ano? Ang isang itik na napakagaling lumangoy ay maari pa lang malunod kung hindi siya nakapaghanda sa paglangoy.
Sa pang araw-araw nating buhay, para rin tayong mga itik. Lumulusong sa at nakikipag buno sa tubig. Para mabuhay, kailangang manatiling nakalutang ano mang lakas ng hampas ng alon at ano pang lalim ng tubig. Pero paano ba tayo naghahanda,para manatiling nakalutang? Magandang damit, bagong sapatos, gel o lipstick. Kaya na kaya ito, o kaya nama’y mga gadget na bago. Dapat laging fully charged para handa sa kahit anong emergency. Teka, nasubukan mo na bang magdasal? Yung pagkagising mo pa lang ‘salamat Panginoon’ agad ang nasabi mo dahil nagising ka muli. Dasal pa rin habang naliligo dahil malakas ang tubig at hindi pa kayo napuputulan ng Maynilad. Sa pagkain, dasal pa rin dahil may nakahain sa mesa at ang bigasan ay may laman pa. At dasal muli bagao lumabas ng bahay para gabayan ka sa buong araw.
Panalangin. Nakalusong pero nananatiling nakalutang sa tubig. Kapag ginawa mo ito daig mo pa ang naka Cobra energy drink – wala kang talo!
I offer this prayer to you.
Numbers 6:24-26.
May the Lord bless you and take care of you; may the Lord be kind and gracious to you; may the Lord look on you with favor and give you peace.

Monday, March 14, 2011

my first visit reflection

My decision to enter Saint Paul Seminary came in a time when I was actually in the peak of my career. It is not that it is worth noting where I came from and what I had given up for, it is just that I wanted to be reminded that I left my job in Television knowing that I will be serving God. I felt I was ready for the formation that was why I took the big leap. But I must say that my choice of entering the seminary was not a bed of roses. I endured a lot of tempering in the fire to be molded into the person I need to be for the ministry. I endured nights of loneliness and desolation. I am a cry baby, I spent several nights crying in my bed and pondering on what I had done. Leaving a good job, my dear family, my friends, beloved and thousand of possibilities that awaits me. The great consolation I had was that the Lord is there for me; he sees my heart and knows my desire.

In the new set up (seminary), I felt I was given a set of new eyes to see. And see things on a new perspective, ‘a new way of seeing things’. Back in my work, I use to lead the pack to arrive on a goal we set. Placing my self as the head and putting pressure on my subordinates. Now, I placed myself as the follower, rather than the usual me doing all the tasks and labor. I am now being led by younger people whose ages were even half my age. Following them and asking their advice on things. I was humbled by this experience knowing that there are a lot of things to be known and to be discovered in the formation life.

Now I feel I’m having the longest retreat of my life, 359 days almost a year and 4 days now. A retreat that is longer and more demanding. Like in a retreat, I enjoyed every moment. Going to mass and celebrating the Eucharist everyday, it is the gift that I am very thankful of. My previous work did not allow me to do it because of the tight schedule. The Eucharist gave me a different elixir, a revitalizing experience that made me finish my everyday tasks. Having fixed prayer time and a quiet time to be in communication with God helped me a lot. It made me more aware of my prayer life and focus on my actions throughout the day. I also felt I was like in a rehab center in a positive sense, realizing that I need to be cured of the unnecessary things and desires that I was sick of. It was not like a drug rehab, mental rehab or the Alcoholic anonymous type.

It was like “I am Edward Dantis and I (am an alcoholic) wanted to serve the Lord” type of testimonial that you will hear when you enter. Men here are not intoxicated or drugged, not of substance abuse but men who share the same passion, desire wanted to serve the Lord 24/7.

Being in the seminary is also like a fine tuning experience for me, like in a car that has to be re tuned before it is set again for the road. I know that I will need a lot of preparation for a life of service and ministry that I wanted to live. I have the basics and the idea how to do it, but I need to be equipped and well trained before I go to into full time ministry. I felt I was young again and I was back to my college days, where my only concern was my studies. But to be honest, I felt at times that I was so behind. I felt desolated after the exams and quizzes thinking that I could have done better if I was a bit younger. Now I cannot memorize theories and the likes, unlike when I was in college. I also asked myself especially in times of stress ‘why I need to go back to studying again?’ But, I realized that I have to study well if I wanted to pursue the kind of ministry that the Pauline has, a learned ministry. Realizing that I can only teach and share if I had studied, equipped my self with knowledge. I had the chance to be more, a chance to do what I really wanted to do. Teach theater, TV production and give workshops.

I never had a chance to have a brother, be it younger or older than me. I always wanted to have one. I have 6 siblings, all of them are girls. Here, I was gifted with a chance to be with at least 50 brothers of different backgrounds, talents and temper. Where I also found reflections of myself, the traits I admire in me and those I somehow despise. This brotherhood was forged in common love for God and the desire to serve his people. I was almost in tears when we sang the batch song “Pastoral”, it spoke of our desire why we entered the seminary. The prayer Secret to Success will forever be meaningful to me. It became our pact to God, on how we will aspire to live as Pauline. It comes with the whole history of men who came before us and made a pact with God, consecrated their lives to be communicator of God’s love to all men. I felt a sense of security that I am with other men discerning seriously about their vocation, sharing the same passion for ministry.
It serves as a sanctuary for me, a refuge, a real home away from home.

Here I had experienced pure and simple happiness, contentment. I had the chance to enjoy the pleasures and luxury in life when I was outside, but now I find joys and satisfaction in little things. Like finding out that the ‘merienda’ or the viand for the night is my favorite. Knowing that the movie for the Friday film viewing is worth watching makes me feel happy.

It was also in here that I came to realize my brokenness and inconsistency, the pull of my two selves in me. The desire to be good, turn away from sin but not doing it at all. The great want of integration of the self, to strive for wholeness and deal with the spoiled child in me. I know I still need to purge the things not so good in me, discouragement, lack of will and compassion. I am a total sinner but willing to serve God. I believe that God, who in spite of my brokenness is willing to accept me. It is in this seminary where I was able to look into myself and know what I really wanted to do in my life. Deepen my love for God; aspire to love Him profoundly after realizing His immense love for me.

I can see clearly now God’s abundant grace given to me and how little I responded to it. Remembering what I wrote in my digital organizer many years ago: ‘Una akong minahal ng Diyos, ibinabalik ko lamang sa kanya ito sa pamamagitan ng pagtugon sa kaniyang pagtawag. Ang pagtugon sa tawag ng pag-ibig at pag-aalay ng sarili’. My vocation as a response to God’s call to love and offer myself.

John 10:10 “I came that you may have life and live it abundantly”

Bukas yon. Bro Cash Yon! and Bukas yun.

Prologue:

Masaya na ako sa mga pinagdadaanan ko dahil binigyan ako ng ng mga ito ng pagkakataong makilala ang aking sarili. Ang kahinaan, kalakasan, mga takot, pinagtataguan, tinatalikuran, mga kayang gawin at mapagtatagumpayan. Ang makita ang buhay na nais kong tahakin, buhay relihiyoso – ngayon pa ay sa Kapisanan ni San Pablo. At ang makilala ang Diyos na nais kong pagsilbihan/paglingkuran. To love the Lord profoundly and seek what he wants of me.

Act 1: Bukas Yon.

Tell the world of his love. World Youth day ’95. Siguro most of you ay nasa grade school pa noon or baka nga hindi pa nag-aaral. After attending the big celebration and one of my greatest faith experience, dinapuan ako ng lagnat na hindi na humupa at umalis sa akin. 3rd year college ako noon pero nadama ko ang lakas at kapangyarihan ng kabataan na maging bahagi ng simbahan at ng misyon nito. I wanted to partake in the ministry and tend the vineyard. Nagpaalam ako sa amin na papasok ako ng seminaryo. Malaking pagtutol ang natanggap ko. Kasi nga naman ay mahirap lang kami at ako ang inaasahn nilang tutulong sa kanila pagkatapos ko mag-aral. Umaasa silang makahahanap ako ng trabaho at magaahon sa aming lahat. Pakiramdam ko noon ay kinukulong ako at hostage ng pamilya ko. I was so restless. May mga panahon na gusto kong tumakas sa amin at makipagtanan sa Diyos.

It was a noble idea but the repercussion of it I could not imagine. Losing the eldest son, the would be jewel and passport to a good life. Ang sabi ko, my heart was restless until it found rest in you my God. Kung sino-sino na ang kinausap ko, ex-seminarian, priests and spiritual directors. Ang takot ko noon ay ang ipagpaliban ang bokasyon ko, baka kasi kapag lumaon ay mawala na ito. Pero sabi ng isang kaibigan kong ex-seminarian: kung tunay na Bokasyon yan, ipagpaliban man ng ilang taon at harangan ka pa ng sibat – nariyan yan.

Isan pang takot ay ang hindi pagtugon sa panawagan ng Diyos, sa pagsunod sa mga magulang ko na huwag muna pumasok. Sabi naman ng paring nakausap ko: look at it this way, maybe God is asking you to respond to his call through your family. Dito lang natahimik ang damdamin ko at hindi muna ako pumasok, samahan pa ng ilang sessions ng inuman at yosihan na Bokasyon ang topic. Mabuti na lang at supportive ang mga kaibigan ko sa akin. Ang sabi ko sa sarili ko: sige at ‘Bukas na lang ang bokasyon na yan’.

At inabot nga ako ng 14 years sa pagpapabubukas na iyon. Hindi dahil sa talagang ginusto ko ito kung hindi sa dahilang tumulong muna ako sa amin. Nakapag pa-debut ako ng limang kapatid at nakatulong makapagpatapos ng apat sa kanila na ngayon ay mga propesyonal na. May mga pagkakataong naiiyak ako sa kalagitnaan ng misa kapag naala ko ang bokasyon na ipinagpaliban ko.

End of Act 1

Act 2: Bro Cash Yon!

Finally, matapos ang mahaba-habang panahon ay naglakas loob na akong tumawid sa kabilang daan at tunguhin ang landas na itititibok ng puso ko. Oops, may kaunting problema tayo kuya. The equation is: You are leaving your work + which means you will have no source of income = you will have no money. Oo nga pala. Kasi hindi naman ako nakapag save dahil I paid practically everything sa bahay namin, hindi sa nanunumbat pero nagiisip lang kung saan napunta ang aking mga kinita. Malaking hamon ito sa akin kasi back to zero ako. Pinakamalaking agenda ko sa prayer noon ang financial support. Sabi ko sa pamilya ko na noon pa, nanalangin ako ng sapat lamang at hindi sobra-sobra. Ngayong hindi na ako kikita, siya na ang bahala sa atin. Kailan man ay hindi tayo ginutom ng Diyos. Pipiliin ko siya, kaya problema na nya yun kung saan ako kukuha ng pera. At mula ang sa provision ng panginoon, nagkatrabaho ang mga kapatid ko at hindi naman ako nawawalan ng benefactors.

If I wanted to remind myself to be humble, I always look at my situation now. Never akong umasa sa pinaghirapan ng iba. I earn what I keep, with my sweat and blood. I owe where I was to myself and my hard work, pero eto ako ngayon na ultimo toothpaste at pambili ng brief inaasa sa benefactors at mga kaibigan – kapuso, kapatid at kapamilya. Minsan ay inabutan ako ng P50 ng isa sa production assistant ko dati na malapit sa akin, sabi ni Hazel ‘tay magtaxi ka na pauwi ng Makati para safe at hindi ka naman talaga mahilig mag commute. Tinanggap ko ang pera sabay yakap sa kanya, pasasalamat sa pag-alala at sa pagmamahal. Mula gma7 hanggnag crossing umiiyak ako sa taxi at tinatanong ko ang sarili kung tama ba ang desisyon ko. Natutunan kong napakaraming hindi nabibili ng pera.

Akala ko noon mahal na mahal ako ng pamilya ko kasi ako ang nagdadala ng okasyon sa amin. Birthday, holiday, mother’s day at kung ano pang day – sagot ko ang handa. Laong lalo na ang Pasko. Pero hindi pala, kasi ngayon umuuwi akong walang dala kapag may okasyon ganun pa rin ang kanilang pag-iistima. Laging parang may OFW na dumating kapag home weekend ko. Kailngan ko daw tikman lahat ng niluto nila. Dama ko din ang totoong presence ko sa kabila ng payak na salo-salo. Nakakapgkwentuhan kami at videoke hanggang umaga ng walang tumatawag sa akin sa kalagitnaan ng Noche Buena para sabihing kailangan ko ng pumasok at may breaking story daw kami. Oo, sagot na ng panginoon lahat ng kakailanganin ko. Mula tuition, school related expenses hanggang sa additional na prizes at budget sa mga programs. Tiwala ko lang sa kanya at pagmamahal sa mga tao
ang kapalit.

End of Act 2.

Act 3: Bukas yun.

My prayer now is the gift of Openness. Ang maging bukas ang isip sa bagong karunungang natatanggap mula sa pag-aaral muli. Lalo na ang matanggap at maisabuhay ang pilosopiya. Nalaman ko nga na I truly exist noong makagat ako ng aso at kinalimutan ko ang Cartesian dualism. I experienced pain and anger and confusion, mula sa senses na nakadama nito. The world is really in here and not some where else, narito ang aso na kumagat sa akin at wala sa ideal world kung saan walang asong nangangat ng tao, sa world ni Plato. Dalawang beses sa isang taon akong na-emergency at alam kong malalagpasan ko ito kung tatandaan ko lang ang Humanism ni Marx. Pero kidding aside, openness of the mind to the knowledge I gather from the subjects I am in and the subjects that I also teach.

I pray for openness of my heart. Ang maging bukas ang aking puso sa lahat ng kailangan kong maramdman na makapag-papahina, makapag-papalakas at makapagpapatag sa akin bilang tao at bilang nasa formation. Ang matutong ibigin ang Diyos ng lubos sa pamamagitan ng pagmamahal sa kaniyang mga nilikha lalo na sa mga taong minsan ay nakapag dadala sa iyo ng sakit at inis. Isasaisip na may dahilan ang panginoon sa mga pinagdaddnan ko ngayon.

I pray for openness of my hands. Ang maging bukas ang aking mga kamay sa mga gawaing iniataang sa akin at sa mga darating pa. Ang i-abot ang aking kamay sa mga maaring mangailanagn ng aking tulong. Ang maibigay ang lahat kahit sa aki’y wala ng matira. Sapat na ang malaman na ako ay kinailangan at nakapag silbi sa iba.

End of Act 3

Epilogue:

Apektado ako sa mga nangyayari saking paligid. Noong lumabas si Xedrix at ngayong lumabas si Ruther, hindi ka maiwasang magtanong sa aking sarili. Ano kaya ang naging problema? Alam ko naman pinagdadaanan ko din ang mga pinagdadaanan nila. Ang patuloy na paghahanap sa sarili sa kalagitnaan ng mga posibilidad. Ang hanapin ang dating gawi at luho sa trabaho. Ang mangulila sa mga kaibigan, pamilya at katipan. Pero iba na ngayon, ito na ang buhay ko. Nagninilay, sumusubok, tumitipa, nasasaktan, nagmamahal nanalangin. Nararanasan ko ang mga ito dahil narito na ako sa loob at narito na ang puso ko.

Thursday, August 12, 2010

reluctant communicator

You may not all believe, but I was not supposed to be a Media Practitioner – a communicator. I wanted to take up theater arts back in college but they said there was no money there, so I took banking and finance. I shifted to accounting because my aunt told me there’s a great opportunity for me to enter the banking business if I have an accounting degree. But soon, I shifted to marketing. Commerce was not my cup of tea and mass communication is the closest subject to theater arts. I remembered my mom told me that she was surprised that we lined-up at the college of liberal arts during graduation and not in the college of commerce. She said she forgot or did not know I finished mass communication. My first job was with PETA and then transferred to tv5, to IBC13-Vintage TV to GMA-7 and the rest was history.

When I decided to finally enter the formation life, I wished to be sent to mission or assigned to a different task – anything but media works. I wanted to try a different field this time and move away from my past job. But our God is a God of surprises and I was lead to the Pauline Family. There is no escaping the media for me now. I was given the chance to teach Media Education to the high school students of Jesus Good Shepherd School, one task I was so grateful of. I dream of giving the youth a head start in media consumption and media management, because they would be the future producers media managers. Start them young and let the good media flourish like that of the Lebanon cedar. Talking and teaching media to the young was a lot of fun, you shepherd them in the right media consumption by critiquing TV show and teaching them to produce their own music video and short film. Our last year’s video fest was a success; they now produce video for their other high school subjects.

I was also blessed to have been part of the AV apostolate and assigned to socio-cultural activities. I was given the chance to share the little that I know about production work- writing and directing. I just hope I am training my brothers to be the best media producers that they ought to be. I guess those who worked with me especially who were part of many productions and was under my class know me by now. Mediocrity has no place in media work, especially if it is Media apostolate. “Hindi pwedeng pwede na yan”. Pay attention to details and put yourself in the place of the audience. “Naintindihan ba ni Aling Barang ang ginawa mo?”.

In producing segments and media materials, one must consider the effect it will do to its audience. “Kung wala namang epekto yan, wag na lang gawin!”. “Natawa ba sila, naiyak, na in love o na bless kaya?”. Who is the Sender, what is the Message you want to communicate, from or to what Channel it flowed through, who are the receiver and what will be its effect or feedback.

In my previous job, it used to be Edward. Taking the suffix ‘ward’ means ‘towards’, so it was towards Ed. Towards me, me and me. Now I pray that It would be Christ ward, towards Christ. That I may be able to point and lead people to God: back to God and towards God by sharing myself or by simply being there and letting them know that I am always there for them, though separated by space and time. And that Me as the medium becomes the message, that I maybe a blessing for others, always. That I may remind them of God’s comfort and grace.

During the sem-break, Christmas break and summer vacation, I was given the chance to work again in GMA-7. As director for outside broadcast of Unang Hirit and director for the GMA Election coverage in Masbate. I noticed something was different in me, it was no longer the sir Ed or direk Ed that they used to work with. It was seminarian Edward. Different not because I am much holier now or saintly, I still shout at my staff if they are not following my instructions and still is demanding and perfectionist. During break time or standby time in my live coverage; my staff used to approach me for questions. Ranging from “sir, why did u decide to enter the seminary, na heart broken ka ba?”, “how is your life inside the seminary different from the life outside?” It was like tito Boy Abunda interrogating me. From my personal life it will then be shifted to their lives, issues concerning their personal lives. “Hindi napo ako laging nagkapagsisimba at tinatabaagan na po ako sa pananampalataya ko, pano po kaya yun?”, and “napapagod na po ako sa buhay ko, ano kaya ang gagawin ko?”. On one occasion, one of my hosts approached me and told me that he plans to get married next year and he hopes that the Lord will bless their relationship and that he plans to do other things apart from being on camera. I treasure these occasions, a lot. Not because I am a sucker for emotional conversations but because I know these people needs affection and concern now more than ever, and they saw in me that someone who will listen to them and pray for them. I may not give the right answers at all times but for I am there, in that moment – that here and now channeling God’s grace and comfort to them.

In my prayer, I always ask God to make me worthy of this ministry and vocation – the priesthood. I usually ask “Sino ba ako para lapitan nila at hingan ng payo, ang sabihan ng kanilang problema at mga hinaning. Ang hilinging ipagdasal sila at maging prayer warrior nila.” I receive private messages from facebook, chat, text messages from friends and relatives asking for comfort during their times of distress. Like when a friend’s mom just died, another friend lost a father, another lost a job, another needs financial assistance, a relative is sick or wanted special petition.

In one time, I received a message that my friend was in a brink of separation. His husband who is a sea man called me up and said he wanted to jump into the sea because his wife doesn’t want to see him anymore and that she is leaving their home. Caught by surprise, I asked God’s guidance. I told him to relax, try to walk around. Clear his head of negative thoughts even for just 10 minutes and not to do anything that he would regret soon. Loose a job or worst loose his life. I told him to pray hard that day and try to see what the Lord was telling him in that situation and to go home as soon as he can to talk to his wife personally. I assured them of my prayers, I prayed hard for them up to the point of crying to the Lord to heal their relationship. Now, they are OK. I have not heard from any one of them again after they got reconciled.

Before, I used to beat and meet deadlines for my company, to bosses who demanded output right away. To the point that i do segments in a mechanical manner. Shoot, write, edit and air my segments. Now, it is pray, write, pray, shoot, pray, play video and pray again that I will not have any glitches. Now, I report to a boss who is the Master, way, truth and life. The communication model is still SMCR but the now I see it as: the Father is the sender who sends the Son, the Son becomes the message of salvation and the Spirit as the channel of grace and the effect is salvation. The feedback that we ought to give and do is to know God, love God and Serve God.

Maybe, I was brought here because I have yet to take part in producing a grand production number in God’s program – to help in saving his people through spreading His word. I realized that we, like the angel of the Lord, must be heralds of the good news. Like our father the apostle Paul, must be zealous in spreading the word of the Lord. And like our Primo maestro, must use the fastest and most efficacious means to bring Christ into the world. Whom do you communicate to? What do you communicate? Or do you communicate at all?

Saturday, July 24, 2010

My Vocation in 3 Acts

July 8, 2010

Bukas yon. Bro Cash Yon! and Bukas yun.

Prologue:

Masaya na ako sa mga pinagdadaanan ko dahil binigyan ako ng ng mga ito ng pagkakataong makilala ang aking sarili. Ang kahinaan, kalakasan, mga takot, pinagtataguan, tinatalikuran, mga kayang gawin at mapagtatagumpayan. Ang makita ang buhay na nais kong tahakin, buhay relihiyoso – ngayon pa ay sa Kapisanan ni San Pablo. At ang makilala ang Diyos na nais kong pagsilbihan/paglingkuran. To love the Lord profoundly and seek what he wants of me.

Act 1: Bukas Yon.

Tell the world of his love. World Youth day ’95. Siguro most of you ay nasa grade school pa noon or baka nga hindi pa nag-aaral. After attending the big celebration and one of my greatest faith experience, dinapuan ako ng lagnat na hindi na humupa at umalis sa akin. 3rd year college ako noon pero nadama ko ang lakas at kapangyarihan ng kabataan na maging bahagi ng simbahan at ng misyon nito. I wanted to partake in the ministry and tend the vineyard. Nagpaalam ako sa amin na papasok ako ng seminaryo. Malaking pagtutol ang natanggap ko. Kasi nga naman ay mahirap lang kami at ako ang inaasahn nilang tutulong sa kanila pagkatapos ko mag-aral. Umaasa silang makahahanap ako ng trabaho at magaahon sa aming lahat. Pakiramdam ko noon ay kinukulong ako at hostage ng pamilya ko.

I was so restless. May mga panahon na gusto kong tumakas sa amin at makipagtanan sa Diyos.

It was a noble idea but the repercussion of it I could not imagine. Losing the eldest son, the would be jewel and passport to a good life. Ang sabi ko, my heart was restless until it found rest in you my God. Kung sino-sino na ang kinausap ko, ex-seminarian, priests and spiritual directors. Ang takot ko noon ay ang ipagpaliban ang bokasyon ko, baka kasi kapag lumaon ay mawala na ito. Pero sabi ng isang kaibigan kong ex-seminarian: kung tunay na Bokasyon yan, ipagpaliban man ng ilang taon at harangan ka pa ng sibat – nariyan yan. Isan pang takot ay ang hindi pagtugon sa panawagan ng Diyos, sa pagsunod sa mga magulang ko na huwag muna pumasok. Sabi naman ng paring nakausap ko: look at it this way, maybe God is asking you to respond to his call through your family. Dito lang natahimik ang damdamin ko at hindi muna ako pumasok, samahan pa ng ilang sessions ng inuman at yosihan na Bokasyon ang topic. Mabuti na lang at supportive ang mga kaibigan ko sa akin. Ang sabi ko sa sarili ko: sige at ‘Bukas na lang ang bokasyon na yan’.

At inabot nga ako ng 14 years sa pagpapabubukas na iyon. Hindi dahil sa talagang ginusto ko ito kung hindi sa dahilang tumulong muna ako sa amin. Nakapag pa-debut ako ng limang kapatid at nakatulong makapagpatapos ng apat sa kanila na ngayon ay mga propesyonal na. May mga pagkakataong naiiyak ako sa kalagitnaan ng misa kapag naala ko ang bokasyon na ipinagpaliban ko.

End of Act 1

Act 2: Bro Cash Yon!

Finally, matapos ang mahaba-habang panahon ay naglakas loob na akong tumawid sa kabilang daan at tunguhin ang landas na itititibok ng puso ko. Oops, may kaunting problema tayo kuya. The equation is: You are leaving your work + which means you will have no source of income = you will have no money. Oo nga pala. Kasi hindi naman ako nakapag save dahil I paid practically everything sa bahay namin, hindi sa nanunumbat pero nagiisip lang kung saan napunta ang aking mga kinita. Malaking hamon ito sa akin kasi back to zero ako. Pinakamalaking agenda ko sa prayer noon ang financial support. Sabi ko sa pamilya ko na noon pa, nanalangin ako ng sapat lamang at hindi sobra-sobra. Ngayong hindi na ako kikita, siya na ang bahala sa atin. Kailan man ay hindi tayo ginutom ng Diyos. Pipiliin ko siya, kaya problema na nya yun kung saan ako kukuha ng pera.

At mula ang sa provision ng panginoon, nagkatrabaho ang mga kapatid ko at hindi naman ako nawawalan ng benefactors. If I wanted to remind myself to be humble, I always look at my situation now. Never akong umasa sa pinaghirpan ng iba. I earn what I keep, with my sweat and blood. I owe where I was to myself and my hard work, pero eto ako ngayon na ultimo toothpaste at pambili ng brief inaasa sa benefactors at mga kaibigan – kapuso, kapatid at kapamilya. Minsan ay inabutan ako ng P50 ng isa sa production assistant ko dati na malapit sa akin, sabi ni Hazel ‘tay magtaxi ka na pauwi ng Makati para safe at hindi ka naman talaga mahilig mag commute. Tinanggap ko ang pera sabay yakap sa kanya, pasasalamat sa pag-alala at sa pagmamahal. Mula gma7 hanggnag crossing umiiyak ako sa taxi at tinatanong ko ang sarili kung tama ba ang desisyon ko.

Natutunan kong napakaraming hindi nabibili ng pera.

Akala ko noon mahal na mahal ako ng pamilya ko kasi ako ang nagdadala ng okasyon sa amin. Birthday, holiday, mother’s day at kung ano pang day – sagot ko ang handa. Laong lalo na ang Pasko. Pero hindi pala, kasi ngayon umuuwi akong walang dala kapag may okasyon ganun pa rin ang kanilang pag-iistima. Laging parang may OFW na dumating kapag home weekend ko. Kailngan ko daw tikman lahat ng niluto nila. Dama ko din ang totoong presence ko sa kabila ng payak na salo-salo. Nakakapgkwentuhan kami at videoke hanggang umaga ng walang tumatawag sa akin sa kalagitnaan ng Noche Buena para sabihing kailangan ko ng pumasok at may breaking story daw kami. Oo, sagot na ng panginoon lahat ng kakailanganin ko. Mula tuition, school related expenses hanggang sa additional na prizes at budget sa mga programs. Tiwala ko lang sa kanya at pagmamahal sa mga tao ang kapalit.

End of Act 2.

Act 3: Bukas yun.

My prayer now is the gift of Openness. Ang maging bukas ang isip sa bagong karunungang natatanggap mula sa pag-aaral muli. Lalo na ang matanggap at maisabuhay ang pilosopiya. Nalaman ko nga na I truly exist noong makagat ako ng aso at kinalimutan ko ang Cartesian dualism. I experienced pain and anger and confusion, mula sa senses na nakadama nito. The world is really in here and not some where else, narito ang aso na kumagat sa akin at wala sa ideal world kung saan walang asong nangangat ng tao, sa world ni Plato. Dalawang beses sa isang taon akong na-emergency at alam kong malalagpasan ko ito kung tatandaan ko lang ang Humanism ni Marx. Pero kidding aside, openness of the mind to the knowledge I gather from the subjects I am in and the subjects that I also teach.

I pray for openness of my heart. Ang maging bukas ang aking puso sa lahat ng kailangan kong maramdman na makapag-papahina, makapag-papalakas at makapagpapatag sa akin bilang tao at bilang nasa formation. Ang matutong ibigin ang Diyos ng lubos sa pamamagitan ng pagmamahal sa kaniyang mga nilikha lalo na sa mga taong minsan ay nakapag dadala sa iyo ng sakit at inis. Isasaisip na may dahilan ang panginoon sa mga pinagdaddnan ko ngayon.

I pray for openness of my hands. Ang maging bukas ang aking mga kamay sa mga gawaing iniataang sa akin at sa mga darating pa. Ang i-abot ang aking kamay sa mga maaring mangailanagn ng aking tulong. Ang maibigay ang lahat kahit sa aki’y wala ng matira. Sapat na ang malaman na ako ay kinailangan at nakapag silbi sa iba.

End of Act 3

Epilogue:

Apektado ako sa mga nangyayari saking paligid. Noong lumabas si Xedrix at ngayong lumabas si Ruther, hindi ka maiwasang magtanong sa aking sarili. Ano kaya ang naging problema? Alam ko naman pinagdadaanan ko din ang mga pinagdadaanan nila. Ang patuloy na paghahanap sa sarili sa kalagitnaan ng mga posibilidad. Ang hanapin ang dating gawi at luho sa trabaho. Ang mangulila sa mga kaibigan, pamilya at katipan. Pero iba na ngayon, ito na ang buhay ko. Nagninilay, sumusubok, tumitipa, nasasaktan, nagmamahal nanalangin. Nararanasan ko ang mga ito dahil narito na ako sa loob at narito na ang puso ko.

my life

June 9, 2010

My decision to enter Saint Paul Seminary came in a time when I was actually in the peak of my career. It is not that it is worth noting where I came from and what I had given up for, it is just that I wanted to be reminded that I left my job in Television knowing that I will be serving God. I felt I was ready for the formation that was why I took the big leap. But I must say that my choice of entering the seminary was not a bed of roses. I endured a lot of tempering in the fire to be molded into the person I need to be for the ministry. I endured nights of loneliness and desolation. I am a cry baby, I spent several nights crying in my bed and pondering on what I had done. Leaving a good job, my dear family, my friends, beloved and thousand of possibilities that awaits me. The great consolation I had was that the Lord is there for me; he sees my heart and knows my desire.

In the new set up (seminary), I felt I was given a set of new eyes to see. And see things on a new perspective, ‘a new way of seeing things’. Back in my work, I use to lead the pack to arrive on a goal we set. Placing my self as the head and putting pressure on my subordinates. Now, I placed myself as the follower, rather than the usual me doing all the tasks and labor. I am now being led by younger people whose ages were even half my age. Following them and asking their advice on things. I was humbled by this experience knowing that there are a lot of things to be known and to be discovered in the formation life.

Now I feel I’m having the longest retreat of my life, 359 days almost a year and 4 days now. A retreat that is longer and more demanding. Like in a retreat, I enjoyed every moment. Going to mass and celebrating the Eucharist everyday, it is the gift that I am very thankful of. My previous work did not allow me to do it because of the tight schedule. The Eucharist gave me a different elixir, a revitalizing experience that made me finish my everyday tasks. Having fixed prayer time and a quiet time to be in communication with God helped me a lot. It made me more aware of my prayer life and focus on my actions throughout the day. I also felt I was like in a rehab center in a positive sense, realizing that I need to be cured of the unnecessary things and desires that I was sick of. It was not like a drug rehab, mental rehab or the Alcoholic anonymous type.

It was like “I am Edward Dantis and I (am an alcoholic) wanted to serve the Lord” type of testimonial that you will hear when you enter. Men here are not intoxicated or drugged, not of substance abuse but men who share the same passion, desire wanted to serve the Lord 24/7.

Being in the seminary is also like a fine tuning experience for me, like in a car that has to be re tuned before it is set again for the road. I know that I will need a lot of preparation for a life of service and ministry that I wanted to live. I have the basics and the idea how to do it, but I need to be equipped and well trained before I go to into full time ministry. I felt I was young again and I was back to my college days, where my only concern was my studies. But to be honest, I felt at times that I was so behind. I felt desolated after the exams and quizzes thinking that I could have done better if I was a bit younger. Now I cannot memorize theories and the likes, unlike when I was in college. I also asked myself especially in times of stress ‘why I need to go back to studying again?’ But, I realized that I have to study well if I wanted to pursue the kind of ministry that the Pauline has, a learned ministry. Realizing that I can only teach and share if I had studied, equipped my self with knowledge. I had the chance to be more, a chance to do what I really wanted to do. Teach theater, TV production and give workshops.

I never had a chance to have a brother, be it younger or older than me. I always wanted to have one. I have 6 siblings, all of them are girls. Here, I was gifted with a chance to be with at least 50 brothers of different backgrounds, talents and temper. Where I also found reflections of myself, the traits I admire in me and those I somehow despise. This brotherhood was forged in common love for God and the desire to serve his people. I was almost in tears when we sang the batch song “Pastoral”, it spoke of our desire why we entered the seminary. The prayer Secret to Success will forever be meaningful to me. It became our pact to God, on how we will aspire to live as Pauline. It comes with the whole history of men who came before us and made a pact with God, consecrated their lives to be communicator of God’s love to all men. I felt a sense of security that I am with other men discerning seriously about their vocation, sharing the same passion for ministry. It serves as a sanctuary for me, a refuge, a real home away from home.

Here I had experienced pure and simple happiness, contentment. I had the chance to enjoy the pleasures and luxury in life when I was outside, but now I find joys and satisfaction in little things. Like finding out that the ‘merienda’ or the viand for the night is my favorite. Knowing that the movie for the Friday film viewing is worth watching makes me feel happy.
It was also in here that I came to realize my brokenness and inconsistency, the pull of my two selves in me. The desire to be good, turn away from sin but not doing it at all. The great want of integration of the self, to strive for wholeness and deal with the spoiled child in me. I know I still need to purge the things not so good in me, discouragement, lack of will and compassion. I am a total sinner but willing to serve God. I believe that God, who in spite of my brokenness is willing to accept me. It is in this seminary where I was able to look into myself and know what I really wanted to do in my life. Deepen my love for God; aspire to love Him profoundly after realizing His immense love for me.

I can see clearly now God’s abundant grace given to me and how little I responded to it. Remembering what I wrote in my digital organizer many years ago: ‘Una akong minahal ng Diyos, ibinabalik ko lamang sa kanya ito sa pamamagitan ng pagtugon sa kaniyang pagtawag. Ang pagtugon sa tawag ng pag-ibig at pag-aalay ng sarili’. My vocation as a response to God’s call to love and offer myself.

John 10:10 “I came that you may have life and live it abundantly”

Monday, April 20, 2009

God's gift

GOD always repays caring act. it may not be with money or material things but more often HE repays with happiness, health, friendship and love!

God has made life so good that even if we didn’t exactly get what we wanted…
We realized that what God has given us is the best for us.

Monday, April 13, 2009

mahal na araw

sa nagawan ko ng mali, patawad
sa aking natulungan, sana'y nakapagbigay pa ako ng higit
sa mga taong natulungan ako sa isang pagkakataon, salamat.

nawa'y ang pagkamatay at muling pagkabuhay
ng ating panginoon ang maging isnpirasyon natin
sa paggawa ng mabubuting bagay

Friday, February 06, 2009

sa ating pag-unawa

ang pag-iisip ng Panginoon ay kaiba sa kaisipan ng tao.
sa pagsunod sa kanya, natutuklasan nating:

mawalan para magkaroon.
sumuko para manalo.
mamatay para mabuhay.
magbigay para may matanggap.
maglingkod para maghari.
maghasik para umani.

sa ating kahinaan tayo'y pinalalakas.
sa ating pagkaaba tayo ay itinataas.
at sa ating kawalan tayo ay pinupunan.....

gamot sa puso

mayroon daw 3 lason sa ating puso: kasakiman, poot at takot.

subalit sa pagbabahagi, nagagamot ang kasakiman;

sa pagkahabag, humuhupa ang poot;

at sa pananalig nalalagpasan ang takot.

mulat ang mata

Kung ako ay mananalangin
Imumulat ko aking mga mata
Para lahat ay aking makikita
Walang ikukubli sa aking paningin

Kung ako ay mananalangin
Imumulat ko aking mgat mata
Ipagdarasal ko lahat ng kakilala
Hanggang matupad dalangin nila

panalangin

Kailangang malaman ng Diyos ang iyong kailangan
Hindi dahil madali siyang makalimot
Kung hindi dahil gusto niyang madama
Ang tamis ng iyong panalangin

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

sa panalangin ko

bago ako umalis ng bahay ay hiniling ko sa Panginoon na gabayan
niya ang araw ko. alisin ang mga agam-agam at takot sa dibdib ko.
ihinabilin ko ang aking pamilya, trabaho at bokasyon ko. lalong lalo
na ang mga mangyayari sa maghapong tatahakin ko.

mahalaga ang july 22 na ito, kakaiba sa mga july 22 na naranasan ko.
tatanggapin ko na kasi ang sagot sa application ko. ang muling makabalik
sa formation. matapos ang halos dalawang taon na pagiisip, pagninilay
panunuri at pagtataya. muli akong nagtangka.

alas diyes ang takdang oras ng schedule ko. tinapos ko ang aking trabaho.
mula sa isang makapigil hininga at parang nasa pressure cooker na
gawain ay susuong ako muli sa isang kalmante at tahimik na environment.
nakarating ako sa oras na itinakda. nagsimula sa kuwentuhan ang lahat.
sa halos kalagitnaan ng usapan ay inilahad na sa akin ang sagot nila sa
application ko.

tanggap ako.

biglang nag-iba ang timpla ko. kagaya rin ngayon ng isinusulat ko ang
karanasang ito. hindi kayang i-contain ang pakiramdam ko sa mga
salita. nanlalambot ako, nanlalamig. gusto kong umiyak sa pagitan ng
aking mga tango at sagot sa mga itinatanong sa akin. parang natatakot
ako na hindi ko alam. masaya na nagaagam-agam. sigurado pero may
mga taong. may mga sagot sa isip pero hindi tiyak.

maraming magbabago sa plano ko. may mga taong tiyak kapag nalaman
ay maapektuhan.

pero nanalig ako. isinuko ko na ang lahat bago ko pa malaman ang sagot
sa application ko. ayaw ko munang magplano at manguna. Bahagi ang
lahat na ito sa plano Niya. mananalig ako, magtataya at magmamahal