Thank You God For The Food We Eat – December 3, 2014

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For this month of December,  I’d like to devote my writings to things that I’m grateful for. This December 10, I’d be turning 50.  So,  I’d like to spend these days reflecting on how  good God has been to me and my family. The young lions suffer want and hunger; but those who seek the LORD lack no good thing (Psalms 34:10).

I remember the first bible study I had with Yza and Hannah in St. Gabriel Church this year. Yza brought me the goodies in the picture.  Our friend, Connie made them. I was thankful and excited to taste them; yet at the same time, I was also thinking  that more carbs for my diet is not exactly healthy for my waist. Guess what?  After the bible study, I went to mass in St. Patrick’s Church and when it was done, I was feeling famished.   I grabbed Connie’s pandesal (the brown food) while I was driving home. Honestly, I felt like it was a taste of heaven.  Never had I tasted a  piece of bread that way.  My taste buds and soul were joyful.

That same morning,  I also asked the Lord for a job since my husband and I have to pay the bills.  Then right before the bible study I found these two quarters on the tiled floor of the restroom. I picked them up.   Right then and there, I felt God’s answer to my prayers.  God will take care of  our financial needs.  Yes! Yes! Yes! The food that Yza brought and the money that I found on the floor were God’s symbolic response to my prayers.  He will take care of all our needs.  My God will supply all your needs according to His riches in glory in Christ Jesus  (Philippians 4:19)   ALL OF THESE TOOK PLACE BEFORE THE BIBLE STUDY.   I begin to understand now that for all God’s provisions to continually flourish,  I  have to continue to dwell on His Words,  reach out to others and forge a closer relationship to Him just like I do with my close friends.  For this reason we also constantly thank God that when you received the word of God which you heard from us, you accepted it not as the word of men, but for what it really is, the word of God, which also performs its work in you who believe (1 Thessalonians 2:13).  Thank you Lord for speaking to us and endowing us with wisdom to understand You. Amen.

 

 

 

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“Like A Rock”………HE will lead You

Chevy logo. Photo credit: GmanViz via photopin <a

Chevy logo. Photo credit: GmanViz via photopin <a

 

Oooh, like a rock…….oooh, like a rock…” A part of the refrain from the Chevy commercial played in my mind as I followed a Chevy truck when I got lost on my way to The Oratory in Rock Hill, South Carolina. I took the wrong exit from I-77 South and ended up on Celanese Road instead of Cherry Road. Duh??? Why did I leave home without looking for directions on the internet or why didn’t I use our Garmin GPS? I was confident I’d make it on time for this women’s retreat and I relied on my good ol’ dependable memory. However, as I get wiser with age, I realized that part of my brain that deals with directions has not fully developed together with my Math skills.

 

My saving grace, and truly a grace of God on that fateful Friday evening was this lady whom I met in the gas station. I had to stop and ask for directions and also fill my tank because gasoline was cheaper there by several cents compared to Charlotte prices. I went inside the store and there was this lady who was most probably in her 50’s with long, light brown hair, who volunteered to take the route to Winthrop University because it was very close to The Oratory. She said “I’ll pass by Winthrop although I am not really going in that area. Just follow me.” And so I did.

 

Crucifix at the Parish of the Holy Sacrifice, in UP Diliman, Philippines

Crucifix at the Parish of the Holy Sacrifice, in UP Diliman, Philippines

 

As I followed her, the logo of the Chevy truck hit my eye. It looked like a cross. Suddenly I felt this warm, happy feeling in my heart that there was a purpose in my getting lost. Then a tune played in my head. Like a rock, Oh like a rock. And I started laughing inside my heart. My inner child was singing.  To admit you the truth, I am far from the actual description in that refrain. I am not “strong as I could be” nor could I say that “nothin’ ever got to me.” Instead, I have God as my anchor, my rock. The LORD is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold (Psalm 18:2). Even though we are lost (and literally in this case), I believe we will be able to find our way through the Lord’s help. Immediately thereafter, I was also reminded of the street where my family and I live. Rockway Drive. Like a rock, Oh like a rock.  A house to me symbolizes foundation.  This is your shelter, so it has to be strong so that it can withstand the test of time and natural calamities.  At the same time, the physical house shields the most precious treasure of all—the temple of the Holy Spirit that is, our very own selves, our very own souls. And I tell you that you are Peter, and on this rock I will build my church, and the gates of Hades will not overcome it (Matthew 16:18) Peter, the sinner, the one who denied Jesus three times was transformed by Christ and became the rock— the first pope of the Catholic Church. The leader.  The defender of the faith.  Everyday, I work on building my house on a sure foundation— Jesus. He is the way, the truth and the life (John 14:6). He will lead us to the right path in life as He was leading me at that moment on the way to The Oratory.

 

Our house on Rockway Dr. on a snowy day.

Our house on Rockway Dr. on a snowy day.

 

As I was following the truck closely, I was also looking at my surroundings. Like a rock, Oh like a rock. Then I started recognizing these wide buildings and the expansive lawns.  “I am here.” I thought to myself. “What a God sent this lady was to get out of her way just to lead me here. Now, if I can only figure out where to turn.”  I listened to my inner voice and felt that it was fine to make a left turn and so I did.  I separated from the lady truck driver.  I just drove on and on and tried to recognize the street names.  I read Sumter on one of the intersections and felt it rang a bell.  At the same time, I was also praying “Lord, please let me not get lost because pretty soon it will get dark.” It was around 7:30 p.m. at that time and it was pretty cloudy. “If you don’t want me to attend the retreat, then, I’ll just go home. But why did you make me come here?” I asked the Lord.  I continued driving straight ahead and at the end of the street I saw Charlotte Ave.  I felt a ray of sunshine burst in my heart.  I made a right.  A few meters away, I spotted The Oratory on my left.  Praise God!

 

When I got to the retreat, everyone was already there. I took my seat on the only available chair on the oval-shaped seating arrangement.  I told them the story about my being lost and being helped by this wonderful woman who is aka “angel” because she drove me to Winthrop University, even if she didn’t have to. Of course, my story would not be complete without me singing the phrase Like a rock, Oh like a rock. Suddenly, peals of laughter permeated the quiet atmosphere of our room.  During our break, a newfound friend Elizabeth told me.  “You were lost and now you are found. You have an amazing story.”

 

I thank God I made it home safely that night although I admit I was a little scared driving in the freeway at 10:00 p.m.  but I know He’d protect me and keep me safe. For His Word says, Trust in the LORD forever, For in GOD the LORD, we have an everlasting Rock (Isaiah 26:4).  Like a rock, Oh like a rock.

 

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Arise!!!

Gary V.  sa Arise 3.0 The Repeat Concert

Gary V. sa Arise 3.0 The Repeat Concert

Arise!!!! Ito ang titulo ng concert na pinanood ko kamakailan kasama ang aking kapatid na si Jojie at mga pamangkin na si Jim at Iah. E sino ba naman ang hindi maghahangad na mapanood ang concert ni Garry V., si Mr. Pure Energy? Ito ang bansag ng media sa kanya lalo na pa’t para siyang kiti kiti sa entablado. Talaga namang sulit ang binayad ko dahil nakapag-party kami ng kapatid ko noong nakaraang Agosto 2 sa Mall of Asia. Hindi ko talaga ito pinalagpas kahit maiksi lang ang bakasyon ko sa Pinas – kulang kulang dalawang linggo.

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Kay tagal mo nang nawala
Babalik ka rin…. babalik ka rin……

Rico Blanco performs with Gary V in Arise The Repeat Concert.

Rico Blanco performs with Gary V in Arise The Repeat Concert.

Babalik ka rin....

Babalik ka rin….

Sa katunayan, di naman talaga ako ganoong katagal nagwala. Este nawala. Nakauwi ako sa Pilipinas noong Hulyo ng nakaraang taon din para bisitahin ang aking nanay. Walumpo’t apat na taon na siya ngayon at malinaw pa ang pag-iisip. Kaya pag may nakalimutan kang gawin at dapat ginawa mo, huwag kang mag-alala at ipapaalala n’ya ito sa iyo hanggang magawa mo. Lab u Nay!!! Balik sa konsiyerto, nang inawit at sinayaw ni Gary at Rico Blanco ang Babalik Ka Rin sa ingay ng mga tambol at makukulay na kasuotan, hindi ko mapigilang maalaala ang aking pinagmulan at aking pinagdaanan upang makabalik muli. Hindi madali. Nagsimula ako sa $7.00 kada ora sa Los Angeles at sumasakay ng bus papunta ng trabaho. Pag nahuli ako sa iskedyul ng bus, tatakbuhin ko na nang 15 minutos papunta sa bus sa susunod na kanto para hindi ma leyt. Pauwi naman minsan naghihintay ako ng 30 minuto hanggang isang oras sa bus stop suot ang winter coat. Ginawa ko ito ng apat na taon simula ng 1995. O kaya maglakad sa snow ng isang oras para makapasok sa trabaho sa ospital, kwento ng kapatid kong nars na si Jojie. Inalay ni Gary ang awit para sa mga Overseas Filipino Workers (OFW), na tunay na mga bayani ng Pilipinas at ng kanilang mga pamilya.

Hindi ko na alam kung makakaya ko pa
Di bale na lang kaya
Ako pa ba kaya ang nasa puso niya
Di bale na lang kaya
Ngunit mahal ko siya
Di bale na lang
Di bale na lang
Di bale na lang


Ang pag ibig nga naman. Hahamakin ang lahat masunod ka lamang. May mga nagpapakamartir makabuo lamang ng isang matatawag na pamilya. Mayroon namang sinusuyo nang sinusuyo hanggang bumigay na ang sinisinta at natagpuan ng dalawang puso ang tunay na pagmamahal. Mayroon namang hintay nang hintay sa tunay na pagmamahal ngunit sobrang ilap. At mayroon namang nakahabol pa rin kahit huling biyahe na. Dito ako napabilang sa huli. Huli man daw ay magaling naman. Nabiyayaan kami ni Roy ng isang pogi, mabait at matalinong anak. Pero minsan, muntik na akong nagkamali.
Nobenta porshento ng mga kamaganak ko sa LA ay boto sa mamang ito. “Mabait siya.” “American citizen na yata siya.” “Masipag pa.” “Ok na yan.” Buti na lang at nag usisa ako. Nalaman kong for deportation na pala siya! Naku po! Yun palang akala naming Mr. Kupido ay “Di bale na lang kaya.”

Mula sa kaliwa si Iah, Jojie at ako sa gabi ng konsiyerto.

Mula sa kaliwa si Iah, Jojie at ako sa gabi ng konsiyerto.

Teach us to trust in you
With all my heart
To lean not on my own understanding
We just forget
You won’t give us what we can’t bear

Take us out of the dark, My Lord
‘Cause we don’t want to be alone
Take me out of the dark, My Lord
We don’t wanna be there, My Lord

Take Me Out of the Dark ay isa sa mga paborito kong kanta ni Gary V. Madalas ko itong pakinggan habang naghihintay ng bus pauwi ng Long Beach, CA sa bahay ng Nanang Mering at Tatang Natoy. Nagsisimula pa lamang ako noon. Nakakapanibago kasi ang bagong buhay sa isang bagong bansa mula sa pagiging researcher/writer sa PLDT sa Makati nalipat ako sa pagiging secretary, accounting, shipping, and inventory clerk all-in-one sa isang maliit na negosyo sa LA. Namiss ko ang aking pamilya, mga kaibigan, ang prayer group, ang dating kinagawiang buhay. Gusto ko ng pagbabago, pero ayokong mag-isa. Masyadong malungkot. Nakakapanghina. Nakakatakot din minsan kapag naiiisip ko kung ano ang hinaharap. Gaano katagal ang paghihintay sa pinakamimithing green card??? Hanggang sa natagpuan ko ang choir sa Our Lady of Loretto Church sa may N. Union Ave.—sina Sr. Claire, Ana, Cory, Alma, Ena, Bro. Patrick at iba pang mga kwelang, kenkoy na kumakanta at tumutugtog para kay Lord. Sila ang tumulong sa akin makaalis sa dilim. At siyempre, inakay ako sa pagsisilbi ni Lord at ng mahal na Birhen. Nang umalis ako ng choir patungo sa Charlotte, North Carolina upang sumama sa aking kabiyak, naka-recruit ako ng dalawang magagandang puso upang pumalit sa akin sa pagawit —sina Annette at Noel. Sila ang mga kapitbahay ko sa apartment compound namin sa may Burlington Ave. Mahigit 5 taon na silang walang anak noon. Nang nagsimula na sila sa pagsisilbi kay Lord, nabuntis si Annette at nabiyayaan sila ng kambal na babae, si Allyssa at Allysson. Nang nakarating na ako ng North Carolina, doon ko lamang nalaman na ang piyesta pala ng Our Lady of Loretto ay kapareho din ng kaarawan ko, ika-10 ng Disyembre. Kagaya ni Gary V., hindi natin alam ang mangyayari sa susunod na 30 taon ng ating buhay, pero sa pagtingin sa nakaraan nakita namin na nandoon ang Panginoon sa mga suluk at liko likong daan ng ating buhay. Siya ang gumagabay at humahawak sa ating kamay patungo sa liwanag.

Ang Parokya ng Banal na Sakripisyo sa Diliman, QC, Philippines

Ang Parokya ng Banal na Sakripisyo sa Diliman, QC, Philippines

Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight. (Proverbs 3:5-6)

For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. (Jeremiah 29:11)Be thankful in all circumstances, for this is God’s will for you who belong to Christ Jesus. (1 Thessalonians 5:18)

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How Do You Love Someone Who Gets on Your Nerves?

With my recent visit to the Philippines, I can’t help it that some things or someone can irritate me. Let’s say the weather. “It’s too hot!” My sweating does not stop. You come out of the shower and you’re sweating again. Can I just stay in the shower the whole day??? Using the air condition is too expensive. That will make the electric bill go up to 10,000 pesos a month and that’s only for one room in one whole house. So how does Sir Chief and Maya (Be Careful with My Heart) keep their cool in their house? Must be the centralized airconditioning. That’s why sometimes, you wish you were born with thousands of dollars and pounds in your mom’s old baul (clothes chest). What about the traffic? Talagang buhol buhol. (It’s a mess!) I will not be able to drive in their kind of traffic conditions. There’s bumper to bumper traffic and at the same time people cross the street whenever and wherever they want to. It gets me so scared watching pedestrians cross. Twenty years ago, only a few people cross, but now, due to influx of jobs especially in Metro Manila, the number of pedestrians crossing had also tripled. More so, the drivers are much more aggressive, but likewise are the pedestrians. I don’t really understand who has the right of way!!! Buhol, buhol na talaga. (What a tangled traffic mess!)

OK. I’ve talked about the traffic and the weather. Those are external factors. But let’s be realistic here. What if the source of friction or ill feeling is someone you cannot escape from? That individual lives in your dorm. She is a member of your study team. He is your seatmate. She is your next door neighbor. He is your spouse. She is your sister. She is your co-worker. My oh my! This is not easy. Me included. I realize that the older I get, my patience also gets shorter and imagine my husband who is 25 years advanced my age. You do the Math. Well, there’s still a thread that he holds on to. But it’s twice shorter than mine. Yikes!!!

I found a response on the August 4 devotional of Pastor Rick Warren and it came from Philippians 1:7 “It is right for me to feel this way about all of you since I have you in my heart.” Yes, the correct response is “to love from the heart.” I was asking myself, “Is there more?” So I opened the bible on the chapter in Philippians and I found this which opened my heart more. These are from verses 9-11. And this is my prayer: that your love may abound more and more in knowledge and depth of insight, so that you may be able to discern what is best and may be pure and blameless for the day of Christ, filled with the fruit of righteousness that comes through Jesus Christ—to the glory and praise of God.

So, if I will put this love in terms of a size, like a balikbayan box that is being shipped to the Philippines with all the goodies that a Filipino could put in that box to send to their loved ones in the Philippines, the box size cannot be a mini. That will just be too small. It is not a medium, nor a large. You just have to send the biggest one — the super jumbo. And the sender will fill out the box for a month, two or even three months because she has to take some money from her savings to spend for some chocolates, canned goods, ham and new clothes so that her family in the Philippines would have something for Christmas. This is love, Philippine style. And wow!!! This entails a lot of sacrifice, too! You share your time and treasure!

When I look at Philippians 1: 9-11, it reminds me of how wide and deep God’s love really is for us, just like the ocean. And since Jesus is our role model, we are called to love His way—in a pure and loving way, with knowledge and wisdom. A love that is pure, I believe, has no other source but from God. I can just imagine this huge waterfall and below are small inlets that direct the flow of water. God is the waterfall and we, humans are the inlets. We just let God’s grace flow.

So at times, when we get tired of loving that special someone who tests our patience, let us think of God and what He did and does for us everyday. He sent His Son to die for us (John 3:16) and everyday, he sends us blessings in different ways. Have a wonderful day and enjoy this song I Won’t Give Up. This is for all of us, pilgrims on planet Earth.

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A Plight/Flight of Errors

I am excited to see my family again and spend two weeks of vacation in the Philippines. Last July 27, I flew from the San Francisco Airport (SFO) en route to Manila via Vancouver, Canada. My brother-in-law, Bert, gave me a free ticket from Charlotte, North Carolina, where I reside to SFO, where he and my sister Jojie live thinking that I would take the same flight with my sister, Jojie to the Philippines. Instead I took a different flight to the Philipines using Air Canada with a connecting flight to Philippine Airlines. It was cheaper by a hundred bucks. You see, my husband and I were trying to save some money in order to be able to buy more pasalubong (presents to bring to the Philippines).

Jojie and Bert dropped me off at the SFO International Airport Departure Area because it said Air Canada on one of its top signs outside the terminal. I went inside with my two luggages close to 50 lbs each, one carry-on luggage, and my handbag. When I got to Air Canada on Station 1, the machine could not read my passport, so the clerk advised me to go to United Airlines since they operate this flight. I went there and the machine still could not read my passport so the rep told me to go to United Air Terminal 3. This was my first time on SFO on an international flight and when I saw the elevator that goes to that terminal, I felt claustrophobic. I went inside and pressed 3. The elevator stood still for several seconds and would not move. I pressed the open door button immediately and then stepped out as soon as the door opened. I saw a man about to go down the escalator and so I asked him if he could go down the elevator with me. He gladly helped by going down with my two big luggages and then I just met him at the bottom of the elevator. I know. I shouldn’t be doing this!!!

On my way to United Air, I started to feel the sweat on my forehead and my neck and my upper back started to ache. I stopped in front of the moving walkway and there was a sign on the entrance that read “No carts allowed.” So I took all my luggages out of the cart and placed all of them in the walkway. I continued and walked after that in the carpeted area. Then I saw a lady inspector and told her that I was looking for Air Canada for an international flight but it was operated by United Air. By this time, my forehead and upper body were all sweaty. Good thing, I don’t emit a scent that can make everyone run away. She told me to go back upstairs in the international flights area. This made me feel more warm than a summer noon. “ I already went there and they told me to come here. Do you know how hard it is to carry all these luggages?” I responded. She pointed me to go straight ahead which was only a few feet away. When I got there, the customer service rep told me, “You are in the right place!” and then she flashed me a smile. Oh boy! Was I happy to be in the right place as I tried to wipe off my sweaty forehead with the back of my hand. She continued, “I just need $100.00 from you.” “What?” I asked in disbelief. “I didn’t know about this!” I cried. She explained that this was a transatlantic flight and that the first luggage was free but the second one would cost $100.00 and the rest that I heard was blah, blah, blah, blah, blah…. At this time, I started feeling remorse and guilt that I didn’t join my sister on her flight aboard PAL—PR 105 —a straight 13-hour flight to Manila from SFO. I felt God was teaching me a lesson… “Family first.” I was trying to save a hundred bucks but instead I spent the same amount of money as PR 105 plus the added inconveniences!!!

Finally, I got my boarding pass to Vancouver via UA364. The flight was full. I was on Group 4 out of 5 groups for boarding. As I lined up for Group 4, I realized how fortunate I was to be on this group rather than to be on the last group to board because chances were, they wouldn’t have any more space for their carry-on luggages. When the rep scanned my boarding pass, he said “We are still boarding Group 3.” So I lined up again on the end of Group 4 with about 15 people ahead of me. I really felt I wanted to explode. By the time, I got inside the plane with my carry-on luggage and standing in front of my seat, I looked up above me and confirmed my hunch. There was only a small space left in the overhead compartment bin. I stepped on the first seat with my sneakers on and tried to squeeze in my luggage as if it was a possibility, even though I could very well see that there were already two luggages and one medium sized handbag inside. I called the attention of the attendant about this matter and he told me to wait in the very back of the plane. After a few minutes, he waved at me and asked me to come with him. So I had to walk again from the very back of the plane holding on my luggage with my two bare hands and my elbows outstretched to the front entrance while telling other passengers standing in my way “Excuse me” although I already wanted to say “Get out of my way!!!” By the time I stepped outside the plane, the steward was gone and there were two male UA reps standing on the front entrance waiting for me. To make things worst, one of them was the same rep from whom I suffered the humiliation of having my boarding pass scanned twice. We talked but all I wanted to do was just to take a seat and rest. However, if there was only one good thing that came out of this situation, it was that the next time I would see my carry on luggage was in Manila.

When I got to Vancouver, I learned that my flight was delayed by one hour and forty five minutes! “No, Lord! Not again.” I thought to myself. “I am really so sorry for prioritizing the 100 bucks over the generosity and kindness of my sister and brother-in-law.” So I had to stay there for almost six hours. On top of that, my good Olympus camera which I had been able to depend on in my previous trips, suddenly refused to be resuscitated. Good thing I brought with me a second, back up camera which still worked!

In the light of all the twists and turns that happened to me within the past 24 hours of flight, I still considered myself fortunate. Although my flight in Vancouver was delayed, my arrival in Manila was delayed by only 30 minutes. Upon arriving in the baggage claim area of the Ninoy Aquino International Airport (NAIA), I was happy to see my sister Jojie waiting for me. I immediately said sorry for not flying with her, gave her a hug and told her what God’s message to me was —Family first. Then I told her and my sister Rosella about the strange but funny string of events that happened to me on my way to Manila while waiting for our ride. And we all had a good laugh.

The Lord God said, “It is not good for the man to be alone. I will make a helper suitable for him. (Genesis 2:18)

May the words of my mouth and the thoughts of my heart be pleasing to you, O Lord, my rock and my redeemer. (Psalm 19:14)

So encourage each other and build each other up, just as you are already doing. (1 Thessalonians 5:11)strong>

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A Dog Story

Last week, I took care of the pets of my friend Vida while she and her family went on a vacation. I took care of her fish and her dog Pugsy. My husband, Roy, and I alternated together with RJ but most of the time, I did it. I went to her house and fed her fish once a day. However, on the third day, I noticed one of her gold fish was floating. That prompted me to feed them twice daily because I don’t want to have another fish casualty. I might lose my job and never get hired again (Just kidding! The owner is a good friend of mine.). Fortunately, my dog story turned out to be the opposite.

Pugsy

Pugsy

Pugsy, as his name suggests is from a breed of dogs called Pugs. True to his breed, Pugsy loves to run a lot and show his enthusiasm for me. Every morning when I came, I would open the garage door and there he was yipping in his cage with his tail wagging. After feeding him, he would either jump happily on my legs asking to be petted or he would quickly go around in circles about three or so meters away from where we stood in order to relieve himself. Then, it was petting and playtime again for about 15 minutes or so especially in the grassy area. However, I noticed as the days went by that he was not the only one excited to make connections. I was also looking forward to our interactions. And so was my son. We were laughing and running with him.

Pugsy with RJ

However, on the fifth day Pugsy had an accident. I opened the garage door and the stench just made me breath through my mouth. Pugsy was not wagging his tail. He was quiet as a mouse. I let him out of his cage and fed him. I noticed something different with Pugsy this time. Instead of defecating close to where I stood, he went farther away and hid for several seconds behind the storage. Later, I cleaned his cage. I wanted to clean his hind legs, too because they had become light brown. Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to do that because he quickly ran upstairs away from me. However, I could not pet him unless he had his legs cleaned first. So, that morning I left the place hardly ever touching him. After I locked the door behind me, for the first time, I heard Pugsy howl. One, two, three times. In the Philippines, nobody wants a howling dog because old folks believe that they can sense a ghost or something supernatural. Pugsy continued howling. Each howl that he made broke my heart. I felt his sadness through the repeated sounds that he made. He missed our interactions.

Pugsy Under the Table

When my friend came back I told her my story. In return, she shared me hers. She said, one time she was going through this very difficult moment in her life. So she sat down in one of those stairsteps and started crying. Pugsy, on the other hand, instead of being his usual perky self, just sat down quietly beside her like a good caring friend. If he could just speak, I bet he would have said, “Just let it all out. I am here for you.”

Pugsy Down the Steps

It’s been more than two decades since I had formed a close relationship with a dog. My husband and I had Cleo several years back but he did not stay long with us because I was the one with the issues. I wasn’t ready to have a dog stay inside our house because of a recent traumatic experience that I had with flea bites from possibly a dog or a cat. Still, Pugsy seemed different. I don’t see him often. I think the last time I saw him since last week was a year ago and yet I was able to make a strong connection with him.

Eye to Eye with Pugsy

Experiencing being with Pugsy made me think of God’s unconditional love and faithfulness. All that he wanted to do was to please his owner and make her happy. In Proverbs 8:17 God shows us His love: I love those who love me, and those who seek me diligently find me and in Deuteronomy 7:9 Know therefore that the LORD your God is God, the faithful God who keeps covenant and steadfast love with those who love him and keep his commandments, to a thousand generations. Pugsy’s love and dedication was outstanding. He was afraid when he had an accident. He probably thought that I was going to get upset at him. But I know that he was so remorseful about the entire situation. I was not even upset at him. Sometimes, we make mistakes in life and we feel that God will not forgive us. However God promises that this could not happen. No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord (Romans 8:37 -39).
As for Pugsy, my son and I came back the following day and he welcomed us back with indescribable energy and joy. So, on days when I feel depressed or stressed out, I guess I should visit him again —play with him, run with him, and chill out with him. But above all else and when everything else fails, there is a God who ALWAYS listens and cares. God alone is enough.

Sherr with Pugsy

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Correction to July 8 A New Beginning

In the paragraph where Aida says “You know, our marriage is renewable every 14 years.”— I believe she actually said 7 years. I had been trying to look for that entry in one of the many journals that I’ve kept through the years, but I could not locate it. However, the content of the message is still not affected. Seven years plus another seven years is 14 years. Sorry, for the inconvenience friends and family. Have a wonderful day!

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July 8 A New Beginning

Roy, RJ and I pose with the tigers.

Roy, RJ and I pose with the tigers.

My husband and I taking a break in Grand Lord Hotel in Bangkok.

My husband and I taking a break in Grand Lord Hotel in Bangkok.

Roy's two children and  some grandchildren pose for the camera (2014).

Roy’s two children and some grandchildren pose for the camera (2014).

Frontal view of the Ford Van after the accident

Frontal view of the Ford Van after the accident

A side view of the 1996 Ford Van after the accident

A side view of the 1996 Ford Van after the accident

July 8, 2014 Tuesday
10:38 a.m. Hillsborough, NC
“Pop!!!!” went the left front tire of the 1996 Ford red cargo van as black particles splattered along I-40 near exit 263 in an open country area of Hillsborough, North Carolina. “Suddenly, I could not control the steering wheel anymore,” said my husband Roy after he just passed a car in the unidirectional two lane road. Roy even forgot about stepping on the brake as he drove 65 miles per hour in light traffic or probably, “I did it but I can’t remember having done it.” Fortunately, the van followed the path of the island on his left side. The railings on the island helped the van stay on course. He knocked down about 20 meters of railing but no other individuals were hurt. Not even him. No harm will overtake you; no disaster will come near your tent.

8:45 a.m. St. Gabriel Parish Chapel, Charlotte, NC
I usually don’t say a special prayer for my husband probably because in my mind, we’re a family and he is always in my heart, anyway. So he doesn’t need any special prayers. But today, I did. A few minutes before mass, I said “Lord, please take care of my husband and his driving. “ The LORD is near to all who call on him, to all who call on him in truth.

9:30 p.m., A few days before the accident in our bedroom
I warned my husband about the dream that my 11-year old son RJ had about him. “Dad, RJ had a dream about three to four weeks ago that you and him were in a car accident on the freeway. Please be careful when you drive. I just wanted you to be aware.”
He just nonchalantly responded “Ok. I will,” while playing solitaire on the computer.

These were the flashbacks that I had before the accident took place. On the day of the accident, I cancelled my son’s playdate and asked a friend for prayers before I drove to Hillsborough with my son to pick up my husband because his van was totaled. When my son and I arrived in the Walmart parking lot, he looked calm and composed, as if nothing happened. Praise God! He even drove the van that I used on our way to see a friend and on our way back home. It was during this time, that he opened up the conversation by saying

“Did you know that today is our wedding anniversary?”
“It is?” I asked.
“Yes, July 8. Our church wedding was on the 8th.” That made me pause and think. I couldn’t remember exactly when the church or civil wedding was because we haven’t celebrated any since we’d been married. My husband wanted to celebrate the civil wedding which was in the last week of December. I wanted to celebrate the church wedding. We couldn’t seem to reconcile the two, so we just didn’t celebrate. But if we celebrate the July 8 anniversary, it would have been exactly 14 years!

A car accident on your wedding anniversary? Surely God is saying something here. Eight and 14 years in 2014! Suddenly, words and events started to roll in my memory.

First, I chose the number 8 for our wedding date because it was the Saturday before the full moon. According to our Filipino superstitious belief, it is good luck if you get married as the moon increases in size rather than the moon decreases. This is related to financial abundance in married life. However, I learned through Pastor Billy Miller of Resurrection Church that eight means new beginning in the bible. In fact, the number eight has also been linked to Christ resurrection. As I continue to write, I also learn to trust more in God’s Word.

Now, let’s get to the next number —14. In 14 are two 7s. Seven is “Spiritual perfection and fullness or completion. It is the number of Covenant and of the Holy Spirit.” However, 14 has a special significance to me because it was used by a very special friend. The one who used this number was Aida, Roy’s ex-wife. In 1992, my sister Jojie told Aida “Aida, do you know of any male friends whom we can introduce to Sherr? I don’t want her to go home (to the Philippines) anymore.” Aida jokingly responded “You know, our marriage is renewable every 14 years. If you want, I will divorce him so he can marry you” followed by loud laughter. You know what? Her words came true. Roy and Aida completed 14 years of marriage before she passed away in 1999. Compared to his two previous marriages, Roy’s marriage to Aida had been the longest —14 years. But according to Aida, it is renewable every 14 years. Why Aida chose 14, I really didn’t know why. Was it prophetic? It could be. Was our marriage supposed to last only 14 years, too? I hope not. Because it was exactly on our very own, Roy’s and mine’s 14th year of Christian marriage, when the vehicular accident occurred. Our very own marriage could have terminated on the 14th year —if Roy passed away last July 8. Remember, Roy forgot about using the brake pedal and he could not control the steering wheel anymore. His words to me were “I just wanted to save myself.” So, who saved him from this destruction? I truly believe it was God. God gave him a new beginning, a new life. Just like Jesus resurrected Lazarus, God saved Lazaro, Roy’s real name. I also believe that this is a call to pay attention to our union and how to make it better and likewise to celebrate it. Let us rejoice and be glad and give the glory to Him, for the marriage of the Lamb has come and His bride has made herself ready. It was given to her to clothe herself in fine linen, bright and clean; for the fine linen is the righteous act of the saints. Then he said to me, “Write, ‘Blessed are those who are invited to the marriage supper of the Lamb.’” And he said to me, “These are true words of God.”

Last, but not the least, I would like to end my entry for this week with a story on how prophetic words could be. In 1997 or 1998, I made an overseas call to my brother priest, Fr. John Tamayo in Thailand asking him to pray for me for the right life partner. I know, I specifically asked for someone as nice as St. Joseph because St. Joseph was a good husband to Mary and a wonderful father to Jesus. Then my brother responded with “St. Joseph is old” followed by laughter. I responded with “Kuya, huwag naman. (Brother, don’t say that.)” Little did I know that this would come true, too. (Be careful what you wish for!) My husband is 25 years my senior and just like St. Joseph, he is also a carpenter. His business is called Roy, The Handyman.

Through all the challenges that we’ve faced through those 14 years, I now see how God has woven the different parts of our lives. His other children are now grown-ups enjoying good health, the means to provide for their own families and have children of their own— smart, beautiful, loving and good children. The fruit of our very own marriage, Roy Joseph is truly a source of joy for both of us. Children are a gift from the LORD; they are a reward from him. My husband who is almost 75 years old is still very strong and healthy just like Samson. His strength comes from, not his hair of course, but from enjoying the work that he does, having a loving family, attending the Sunday mass, receiving the Sacraments of reconciliation and the Eucharist and enjoying the company of our Filipino friends. It is God who arms me with strength and keeps my way secure. As for me, I am so thankful for God’s gift of Presence You will show me the path of life; in your presence there is fullness of joy and to be able through writing to share God’s glory to others.

PRAYER: Lord God, I praise and thank you for the 14 years of togetherness you’ve given to me and my husband. There were bumps along the way but you guided us through. Lord, I pray that you will bless the relationships and marriages of the people who are reading this article. I pray Lord that their families will be like your Holy Family, surrounded by love, joy, peace, understanding and good health. And most of all, God may you be placed in the center, in the hearts of each family member. If there are hurts in their hearts, Lord, please touch those with your Healing hands to soothe their pains. This I ask through the help our Most Holy Trinity and our loving Mother Mary, Amen.

A new beginning is just beginning

I feel the breakthrough the winning

And there’s a fresh flow of the spirit

A mighty river can’t you hear it

I’m singing praises like a new song

The changes are lifelong

A new beginning is beginning to take hold in my life.

A New Beginning (Joseph The Dreamer)

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Healing Prayer

100_0040Author’s Note:
This prayer is not originally from me. In fact, it has been posted in several sites. But, I found it this morning before working on the article regarding the Power of Confession to heal sicknesses. So, I thought this would go well with that article. God bless us all.

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Lord, please heal me…

The author, Maria Sherr with her immediately family, Fr. John Tamayo, SDB and Arjames Balgoa (far right).  Photo taken inside the Salesians of Don Bosco chapel in Bangkok, Thailand with the photo of the Divine Mercy in the background.

The author, Maria Sherr with her immediately family, Fr. John Tamayo, SDB and Arjames Balgoa (far right). Photo taken inside the Salesians of Don Bosco chapel in Bangkok, Thailand with the photo of the Divine Mercy in the background.

Author’s Note:
Last week a friend sent me an email requesting prayers for a family member who is sick. I then remembered how God through the power of confession healed my father. It became an opportunity to share God’s love. Last night, I felt tired and sleepy. So although, I was supposed to finish this article and post it last night, I said “Lord, I will wake up early and post it tomorrow.” This morning before six I was in the rest room when I chanced upon two articles in the Catholic News Herald (July 4, 2014 edition, page 2) about confession. A few minutes later, I was gathering my materials for prayer time when I just went shuffling through papers in a folder I gathered from a pile of “to be organized.” Inside that folder was a prayer for healing which I thought would go well with this article on confession. Yay! Through all these discoveries that took place in a matter of about 15 minutes before prayer time, I believe God was guiding me in what He wanted me to share this morning. As Sarah Young puts in today’s Jesus Calling Devotional (2004, p. 198) “TRUST ME IN ALL YOUR THOUGHTS….trusting Me, thanking Me – and those thoughts become more natural.” I hope you have a wonderfully blessed day in the company of the Holy Trinity and our Blessed Mother Mary. Let me end with a quote from Romans 8: 9 and 11. Happy reading!

You, however, live not by your natural inclinations, but by the Spirit, since the Spirit of God has made a home in you. Indeed, anyone who does not have the Spirit of Christ does not belong to him and if the Spirit of him who raised Jesus from the dead has made his home in you, then he who raised Christ Jesus from the dead will give life to your own mortal bodies through his Spirit living in you.

Can a miracle possibly take place after going to confession, that is, after telling our sins to the priest and then receiving absolution? Or can something wonderful happen after we visit this so-called sacrament of penance and reconciliation? If so, how does it happen?

First, let me define “sacrament.” In Our Catholic Faith Guide, Rev. Msgr. John F. Barry, P.A. tells us that a sacrament is an effective sign, that is, it truly brings about what it represents. There are actually seven sacraments or symbolic actions initiated by Jesus Christ. These are Baptism, Confirmation, Anointing of the Sick, Holy Orders, Matrimony, Eucharist, and Penance and Reconciliation. In the case of the sacrament of Penance and Reconciliation, we not only celebrate the forgiveness of God, but when we actually receive God’s forgiveness, we are reconciled to Him.

I read about confession’s tremendous ability in warding off evil and the darkness of one’s soul as experienced by a former nun and now saint, Maria Faustina Kowalska. She revealed this in her Diary Divine Mercy in My Soul.

Her father confessor consoled her with these words: “This is a sign, he told me that God loves you very much and that He has great confidence in you, since He is sending you such trials.” She continued, “One thing did surprise me: it often happened, at the time when I was suffering greatly, these terrible torments would disappear suddenly just as I was approaching the confessional; but as soon as I had left the confessional, all these torments would again seize me with even greater ferocity.”

Well, let us hope that we would not have to go through such torments as Saint Faustina did. I, for one would not like to have such, especially after just having gone to confession! But if we do experience such torments, we have to remember what Saint Faustina said, “God never tries us beyond what we are able to suffer.”

My family has been blessed to be a witness to the life changing effect of confession. It happened to my tatay (father) more than a decade ago. The setting was in the Philippines, a third world country in Southeast Asia where Catholicism is the predominant religion. This was the place where I was born.

When my tatay was in his late 60s, he suffered from inguinal hernia. My tatay said this happened because he lifted heavy luggages on our trip to Thailand, where my brother priest served as a missionary. As years passed, whenever it happened, the swelling got bigger. Whenever he experienced this condition, he would go to his bedroom and lie in bed. Through prayers and patient waiting, his pain subsided as the protruding hernia often went back into his abdomen after applying careful pressure. Several minutes later, he was able to stand up and do some non-strenuous activities.

However, one day, the bulging and the pain started early in the morning and stayed on. The protruding hernia would not go back even as he applied pressure on it. We did not have health insurance for any member of our family as that would be an extra expense for an already tight budget. Both of my parents were just average government employees with two children already enrolled in college. In the late afternoon, my Dad asked for help. He asked to be brought to the hospital. He could hardly walk. His face grimaced in pain, as he held onto my Mom who assisted him into a waiting taxi and off to Capitol Medical Center. They arrived in the hospital and after seeing the emergency room doctor, my Dad agreed with the doctor’s recommendation— to have surgery. He was rolled off in a wheelchair to a ward while preparations went underway for his hernioplasty.

While lying in bed, he asked for a Catholic priest. The priest came later that evening. He heard the confession of my tatay, who gave him absolution, and then left the room. According to my mother, the priest had hardly stepped out of the room when my father’s pain left him and the protruding hernia disappeared. My dad shouted, “I’m healed! Salamat sa Diyos! (Thanks be to God!)” as he and my Mom unceasingly praised God for the miracle that took place. The surgery was cancelled.

But how did that happen? Can the sacrament of reconciliation actually heal? Based on what happened to my tatay, yes it can. The penitent initially realizes that he has offended God and he feels remorse for his sins. Then he goes to the confessional box in the church to tell his sins to the priest or in this case, the priest went to visit him. The priest listens to his sins and gives him a penance. A penance is an action that he has to fulfill, usually in the form of prayers, in order to show that he is actually sorry for his sins. When the priest performs this sacrament, he is not doing it as a human being but as Jesus Christ’s representative conferred on him through the sacrament of Holy Orders and also through the power of the Holy Spirit.

As Drano is to clogged pipes, confession is to congested souls. After a week, a month, six months, years, decade or decades, we all get backed up by the dark stains of our actions and inactions. Confession is the powerful vacuum that sucks up all the debris of our past mistakes. It is fast-acting. The moment you have received absolution and have done your penance, you are a new self. It is healing. Jesus is the greatest healer. With our souls pure, radiant, and free from ALL sins (past and present) Jesus can now work wonders in us and through us. Most of all, it is free. All that is required is a trip to the confessional room, or if you are sick, a request for the priest to come to you. No cash or credit card needed. Graces overflow when our souls are clean and we are better able to listen to God’s message. The lines of communication between God and us become crystal clear. Then we can celebrate— A psalm of thanksgiving. Shout with joy to the LORD, all the earth!” (Psalm 100:1 NLT)

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