tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28249212254597119962024-03-13T22:19:20.787+08:00Desert WhirlwindJairushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758153194190639002noreply@blogger.comBlogger82125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824921225459711996.post-8942275630555821862012-01-01T00:00:00.067+08:002012-01-01T00:00:13.338+08:00Let It Be Done Unto MeThe sun rose,<br />
I was in my cave<br />
Just like everybody.<br />
My face don't stand out;<br />
I am not special<br />
<br />
Then Gabriel came and greeted me.<br />
He placed into my heart<br />
A burning coal.<br />
And I was on fire.<br />
<br />
I enjoyed the fire;<br />
I could even breath flames!<br />
Gabriel placed more coal.<br />
I was consumed.<br />
<br />
Like a log rolling down the mountain,<br />
so my soul started journeying-<br />
only upwards,<br />
continuously.<br />
<br />
My spirit was flying,<br />
I thought I had wings<br />
Only to realize I was crawling<br />
my way to top.<br />
<br />
And I thought,<br />
"Who cares if I crawl?"<br />
The coal fueled my soul<br />
I want to reach the top.<br />
<br />
And there were sharp stones along my way.<br />
I was wounded but still strove<br />
But my soul soon grew tired.<br />
I looked at the souls above me<br />
and wondered,<br />
"Why not now?"<br />
<br />
I tried crawling faster.<br />
I tried using my legs.<br />
I tried using my arms.<br />
"How long shall I wait?<br />
How long shall I suffer?"<br />
<br />
I gave up.<br />
<br />
Then my soul became a log<br />
Rolling down the mountain<br />
This time it's really going down.<br />
It was stormy, it was very dark.<br />
I thought I'm dying.<br />
<br />
I placed a veil upon my face<br />
And struggled to go up.<br />
Only to find greater rocks<br />
Ready to crush me.<br />
I became a Zechariah<br />
and no longer believed.<br />
<br />
And I bathed my wounds<br />
With my bitter tears.<br />
I was in deep pain<br />
yet I asked for more pain.<br />
<br />
I started to pity myself<br />
And hit myself with sharp rocks<br />
Then Gabriel came to my rescue<br />
And talked to me with strong words,<br />
like the whirlwind.<br />
<br />
"It's not good<br />
that you spend your night in crying"<br />
But I didn't listen<br />
and cried a river of sorrows.<br />
<br />
"With God, nothing is impossible."<br />
Then Gabriel placed hot coal into my heart.<br />
I experienced tremendous power.<br />
"The Lord is with you," he smiled at me.<br />
<br />
Then, gently, he carried me,<br />
And with his wings we flew<br />
Up, up, towards the teal sky<br />
I closed my eyes to feel the wind upon my face.<br />
Then Gabriel was gone.<br />
<br />
And I saw myself on God's palm;<br />
He's lifting me up!<br />
Joy invaded my soul,<br />
Then I rested.<br />
<br />
The sun was shining so bright<br />
Yet it wasn't very hurting.<br />
Little clouds came to sing me lullabies.<br />
This is paradise.<br />
<br />
And the Lord whispered, "My child, wake up."<br />
I saw the heavens open.<br />
From the gate I saw lots of angels flying.<br />
The angels filled the skies.<br />
<br />
The Lord said, "Look down."<br />
Then I saw that the tears I've shed<br />
became the waters for the thirsty deer.<br />
Then I looked heavenwards.<br />
<br />
I entered the gate.<br />
I closed my eyes.<br />
He mumbled,<br />
"Our home."<br />
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09/19/10Jairushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758153194190639002noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824921225459711996.post-7328051289945360652011-05-24T09:06:00.000+08:002011-05-24T09:06:36.374+08:00Few More Days<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://campus.udayton.edu/mary/images/helpchristiansmary1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://campus.udayton.edu/mary/images/helpchristiansmary1.jpg" width="219" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Mary, Help of Christians, pray for us.</div>Jairushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758153194190639002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824921225459711996.post-49122354138245552452011-05-19T17:58:00.000+08:002011-05-19T17:58:20.440+08:00Fiat Voluntas Tua<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Franciscan Crown Rosary that I made last Easter</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: justify;">Since I went home after a month of being away from it, I've been busy doing almost nothing.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I've been online almost non-stop. I feel a little guilty about this, I admit, but in few days I will start being offline for a long time.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I am wondering, and I always does, what's going to happen a year after now. I am curious what is going to happen in 3 months, or in 6 months. Will I still be alive that time? Who will be me then? Where will I be?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">When I was bit younger, I sometimes think that I have attained a high degree of maturity (yeah, I know I'm proud). But when things started to go differently to what I have planned, when I started to realize that I have limitations, that I have failures, I understood that I haven't really attained a high degree of maturity, that there's always a room for growth for me, that I am little.With these realizations, I started to look forward to my future with excitement. I know the Good Lord has a lot of good things in store for me. I am like a little kid who is very excited to unwrap his Christmas present.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://www.esquire.com/media/cm/esquire/images/diving-board-0808-lg-48709380.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.esquire.com/media/cm/esquire/images/diving-board-0808-lg-48709380.jpg" width="320" /></a>I don't know what will happen tomorrow. Nobody knows except God (and yeah, that May 21 Judgment day is not true.). The thought of having an uncertain future is worrisome to me. That is why I pray that I will persevere, not in pursuing my own plans, but in doing what the Good Lord wants from me. <i>Fiat voluntas Tua.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I am plunging into the unknown. It takes a lot of courage, and the courage that I "have" is not mine. It's a grace, it's a gift from the Good Lord. I have nothing with me as I plunge, but my faith which I am trying to ignite into flames.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>Fiat voluntas Tua.</i> Thy Will be done. This is my prayer for today.</div>Jairushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758153194190639002noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824921225459711996.post-79086202034596381492011-05-06T20:32:00.000+08:002011-05-06T20:32:05.862+08:00Don't Look Back<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.sacred-destinations.com/england/canterbury-stained-glass-photos/slides/h-8215c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="264" src="http://www.sacred-destinations.com/england/canterbury-stained-glass-photos/slides/h-8215c.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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And [Lot's wife] looking behind her, was turned into a statue of salt. (Gen 19:26)Jairushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758153194190639002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824921225459711996.post-9271450476882027262011-05-03T17:22:00.001+08:002011-05-03T17:38:06.390+08:00Random Thoughts. Again.I took a nap this afternoon and I woke up but I cannot open my eyes. My head ached so badly. Probably too much internet?<br />
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And I think I am also guilty of too much coffee.<br />
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<br />
and of too much sleep.<br />
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and of too much music (hey, <a href="http://soundcloud.com/">Sound Cloud</a> got a lot of nice original songs).<br />
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(and now for another random thought, I'm going to choose a picture published here at my blog)<br />
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Ah, the kids from the oratory! You might have read <a href="http://desertwhirlwind.blogspot.com/2011/02/active-contemplation-my-oratory.html">my post</a> about my involvement with the oratory apostolate of the Religious of the Incarnate Word. They had a summer camp last month and it seems they loved it! I was told that they swam all day at the beach.<br />
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I wonder how they are right now. Will those who do not go to school start attending their first classes this June?<br />
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Working for them made me realize the beauty of married and family life. It would be so awesome to watch this kids grow up into beautiful persons. Probably that girl at the right would become a doctor? Or maybe that young boy in blue sando become an engineer? It would be really cool if that little boy in red would become the first Filipino on moon. That girl in white, whose face we cannot see, might become a cloistered nun (she's already practicing anonymity). We'll never know!<br />
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Wow. It feels so good to dream and to believe.Jairushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758153194190639002noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824921225459711996.post-90477754308445482011-05-01T20:32:00.000+08:002011-05-01T20:32:41.254+08:00Surfin All DaySo I didn't notice that I was in front of the monitor for almost a whole day. I just didn't notice the time passing by. I was just waiting for the beatification of Blessed John Paul 2 which started like four hours ago.<br />
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I was with my cool phriends, and my perseverance in front of the computer just proved that I am ready for my profession as a <a href="http://www.phatmass.com/phorum">Phatmass</a> Phriar of Perpetual Chat (it's a Phatmass thing, you know.)<br />
<br />
I gotta thank Phatmass.com a lot. On June 8, I would making my 3rd year anniversary as a member (LOL!).<br />
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Really, really, thank you Phatmass. You're amesome!<br />
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For more information about Phatmass.com, click <a href="http://www.phatmass.com/more/mission/">here</a>.Jairushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758153194190639002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824921225459711996.post-82866967941225661532011-05-01T14:17:00.000+08:002011-05-01T14:17:47.233+08:00May 1st<div style="text-align: justify;">I am waiting for the beatification of Pope John Paul II. I was informed that it would be in two hours.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I was watching a show, a sort of documentary, at EWTN about his life. I didn't know he had to go to an underground seminary, and hide while studying during forced labor hours. My, life back then was really harsh.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Blessed John Paul the Great, pray for us.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The two extremes are somehow opposed to his beatification. I wouldn't be surprised if they would start nominating themselves for the Chair of Saint Peter.. or start their own church, gather their relatives and start their own papal conclaves.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">But as for me, I am happy that he would be beatified in TWO HOURS!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">God bless you!</div>Jairushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758153194190639002noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824921225459711996.post-23209845585938585672011-04-30T16:58:00.000+08:002011-04-30T16:58:11.015+08:00Random Thoughts On A 30th<div style="text-align: justify;">So, we're on the thirtieth.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">And the only regret I have today is that I missed the pranks at the first.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Really, I cannot believe that a month has been over. Probably I am still on cloud nine? Well I guess I am. Things are getting better. Inspirations are finally being realized. Praise God, at last.. at last.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">And what do I feel about that? I might be on a "cloud nine" but that doesn't mean I am levitating right now nor am I palpitating out of joy. But I have to admit I almost got a fever yesterday when I received a big news (no, not the royal wedding). What I am feeling right now is a kind of joy that is simple. I would like to worry about the simplicity, but I can't. This joy is too simple to be doubted.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">(sips some coffee)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Well it is getting real hot here in the Philippines, and yet I am having my cup of hot coffee. But, just a while ago, it rained a little. Now it's getting warm again. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">(I've finished my coffee)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I do not have anymore thoughts for now. My brain stopped working (oh!).</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Here's a big prayer for you:</div><br />
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<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZIhEQuDgtSw" width="425"></iframe>Jairushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758153194190639002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824921225459711996.post-18069660233364225472011-04-26T19:48:00.000+08:002011-04-26T19:48:30.599+08:00As I Kneel<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Lqa3NJit2LE" title="YouTube video player" width="425"></iframe><br />
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Enjoy!Jairushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758153194190639002noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824921225459711996.post-54359223678623254692011-04-25T16:00:00.000+08:002011-04-25T16:00:07.145+08:00On Satan's WaysSatan has a thousand ways of attacking our souls. He has a thousand ways of discouraging us, a thousand ways of telling lies that we may live in sin and despair. He wants to bring us down with him (how terrible!). He wants us to say no to God. He doesn't want us to imitate Jesus. He doesn't want us to adore the Holy Trinity.<br />
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It is always easy to fall down from the mountain than to climb, isn't it? Falling down requires no effort; you just let yourself be pulled by gravity, while climbing up requires a lot of strength. Satan is aware of this, and so we must be. We must learn to fight his lies and deceptions. We must learn to counter his attacks.<br />
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Yes we will be on a battle against him. Jesus will be with us. Saint Michael will fight with us. The Saints and all the angels will be with us. Although the battle would be very exhausting, we must not be discouraged. We must continue to fight the good fight.<br />
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The Rosary would be our weapon. It's our sword. We must learn to pray the rosary devoutly. We must become good swordsmen.<br />
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Satan would remind us of our exhaustion and tell us to give up and rest. Shall we listen to his voice? Never! If fighting him means no rest, then let it be. We must be assured, however, that in heaven, we would be in eternal rest.<br />
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<blockquote>Through many dangers, toils and snares,<br />
I have already come.<br />
'Tis grace that brought me safe thus far<br />
and grace will lead me home.</blockquote><br />
<blockquote>"My grace is sufficient for thee."<br />
2 Corinthians 12:9</blockquote><br />
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Naga is a very nice place. I was able to visit the Penafrancia Basilica.<br />
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And the Naga Cathedral is a very beautiful place. Very neat and orderly.<br />
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I was able to visit too the parish church of San Francisco and the old shrine of Our Lady of Penafrancia.<br />
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From Batangas, to Bicol, to Bulacan.<br />
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I just came home from my 4 day Ignatian retreat and it is very powerful. Before going to retreat place, our vehicle's battery got broken (or ran out of charge... I don't know) then another vehicle bumped into our van. Obviously the enemy was trying to stop us from going to the Ignatian exercises. I think he is fuming in anger because all of us are renewed.<br />
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So I didn't notice that we're on the last week of April. I just cannot believe it's already May next week. It's starting to get warmer in my place, but compared to the places I've went to, it is cooler here.<br />
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See you later!<br />
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(Can't stop listening to <a href="http://soundcloud.com/hopejunkie/cant-stop-the-future-2007">this song</a>)Jairushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758153194190639002noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824921225459711996.post-48824416454483717182011-03-30T18:33:00.000+08:002011-03-30T18:33:38.883+08:00Some Thoughts Before I Go<div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://s.chakpak.com/se_images/91892_-1_564_none/angry-man-wallpaper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://s.chakpak.com/se_images/91892_-1_564_none/angry-man-wallpaper.jpg" width="167" /></a>I am here at school for six hours waiting for our turn. We are having the presentation of our project, and it is really awful to wait for six hours. Our group might present in an hour.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">You might be asking why are we waiting. We though that each presentation would last for ten minutes, as promised. It turned out that each presentation lasts for 30 minutes to one hour. This is just incredibly<b> awful</b>. I haven't packed my things yet, I haven't bought some necessary things for the trip and as night draws closer, I become more irritated.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Well maybe I must expect heaven on my "retreat" since today's a purgatory.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Nevertheless I am trying to keep my cool and keep my eyes on the computer monitor. I won't be on Facebook and Phatmass for three weeks so now this is the chance to indulge! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I thank God for the "retreat." What seemed to be distant is now very near. I just cannot wait. Hopefully I won't forget my camera (and my clothes!)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">...and don't forget the rosary made by the <a href="http://brotherdismas.blogspot.com/p/blue-hermit-rustic-rosarys.html">Blue Hermit</a>! I have it for more than a year. I have attached an old medal of Sacred Heart of Jesus near the Tau cross.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So, nos vemos! (I don't know if I'll post something before I sleep or tomorrow morning, but.. nos vemos!!)</div>Jairushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758153194190639002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824921225459711996.post-59353993119317618392011-03-30T17:57:00.000+08:002011-03-30T17:57:47.330+08:00On Retreat!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.lahiguera.net/postales/imagesed/10049174873be5d2ef9c8e6.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://www.lahiguera.net/postales/imagesed/10049174873be5d2ef9c8e6.gif" /></a></div><br />
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My "retreat" (yes with the quotation marks) is all set and I just cannot wait to travel. But I have to give up a lot of things I like because of this trip. I'm giving up camps with my little brothers and sisters at the Oratory.<br />
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Please pray for me!Jairushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758153194190639002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824921225459711996.post-57487164932841571722011-03-24T19:30:00.000+08:002011-03-24T19:30:00.091+08:00Break is Here<div style="text-align: justify;">So [un]officially I am on my [summer] break.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So it's summer. I wake up shivering. The wind is cold. Everybody's sneezing. So it's summer.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I got some few but "long" plans this break, so I won't really rest unlike the past summer breaks. I plan to go to an Ignatian retreat on Holy Week and before that, a two-week "retreat" at a faraway place. I'm so excited to travel. I'll be leaving on March 31 to start one of my trips, and I might be gone the whole month of April (I am not sure).</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I've been longing for a retreat since last October. I need some time to rest, to reflect and, yes, to be healed of everything that is bothering me. The Good Lord, in His wisdom, didn't allow me to go on one for five months. Maybe when I go to the Ignatian retreat, I will be able to identify the fruits of waiting.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Waiting. Waiting is part of the journey. It is not idleness. Well, waiting will be idleness if we don't surrender to the Good Lord. Waiting is a time of listening. Waiting is a time of practicing virtues. Waiting is surrendering.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I do not know what's going to happen in my retreat and "retreat" but I feel assured that both will be very fruitful. I am praying hard for them.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: justify;">And speaking of prayers, please continue praying for my beloved Intercessor Relief community. They have posted about the Philippine community days ago and I am so glad that things are going well. I am so proud of their obedience and dedication to Christ and to His Church. It is so wonderful to see their obedience</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Right now I am listening to some music I really love. Think of the sixties! I think I have to download some songs (legally) so that when I travel I won't be bored.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So I have nothing to say now. Nos vemos! May God bless you!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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Do not worry if your parish church is only a nipa hut. Do not worry if you church has no golden decorations and elaborate chandeliers. God sees the heart. Isn't it we go to Mass because of God, not because of the decorations.<br />
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Do not worry if you have little or nothing to give. Remember the poor widow? She only had two small coins yet she still still gave. Offer your nothingness. God is well pleased with poverty.<br />
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God's love alone is enough.<br />
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God is love (1John 4:8). Listen: God sent His only Son into the world so that we might have life through Him. In this way the love of God was revealed to us (1 Jn 4:9). Look at the Cross. Look at our Suffering Savior and feel His love. No one has greater love than this: to lay down one's life for one's friends. You are My friends. (Jn 15:13-14)Jairushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758153194190639002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824921225459711996.post-7822877468143158462011-03-18T19:10:00.000+08:002011-03-18T19:10:34.173+08:00Patriarchate of Constantinople denounces Vassula RydenClick <a href="http://rorate-caeli.blogspot.com/2011/03/fyi-patriarchate-of-constantinople.html">HERE</a> (Rorate Caeli blog)<br />
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I was a former reader/protector of Vassula until I learned of the Notifications, of the value of obedience to the Church, and of Her Wisdom.<br />
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Vassula Ryden's book True Life in God contains a lot of doctrinal errors and Catholics are discouraged from reading TLIG. Visit <a href="http://www.infovassula.ch/">InfoVassula</a> for more information regarding the "Vassula errors."Jairushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758153194190639002noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824921225459711996.post-56435620893388722052011-03-16T21:26:00.001+08:002011-03-16T21:27:25.502+08:00Book TalkBefore anything else:<br />
Intercessor Relief website gives <a href="http://www.intercessorrelief.com/?page_id=26">updates</a> on the former Intercessors who are in the Philippines<br />
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Please continue praying foo Japan. I am sure you are very aware of what's going on there.<br />
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This afternoon I got the books my mom and a friend from Phatmass Phorum sent me. My mom sent me a copy of the Interior Castle by Saint Teresa of Avila and my friend Tally gave me the Little Office of the Blessed Virgin Mary. These books made my day great. <br />
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Another prayer book that I would recommend is the <b>Visits to the Blessed Sacrament and the Blessed Virgin Mary</b>. I use it in preparation for the Holy Mass and for Eucharistic Adoration. The meditations are just so wonderful, that you will really enter into deep prayer. It has 30 "visits", perfect a whole month. Each visit has prayers to Jesus and Blessed Mother and meditations. My favorite part is the <a href="http://www.ourcatholicprayers.com/spiritual-communion.html">spiritual communion.</a> I like how Saint Alphonsus included the Blessed Mother in this little book.<br />
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I bought The Visits because Fr. Stefano Manelli, FFI recommended it in his book <b>Jesus Our Eucharistic Love</b>. I have finished Fr. Manelli's book a few days ago and have used it to prepare for the Holy Mass. Fr. Manelli includes a lot of experiences of the saints with the Eucharist, of how they revere our Eucharistic King and how they value this precious Gift. There are lots of spiritual insights too from this book, and this just made me appreciate and love Jesus more in the Blessed Sacrament. <i>Adoremus in aeternum Santissimum Sacramentum</i>.<br />
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I have blogged about the Book of Infinite Love by Mother Louise Margaret Claret. This is another great book. The first part is about the priesthood and will surely help lay people to appreciate the dignity of this vocation. I am on the second part and Mother Louise talks about the love of God. Whoa, I just realized I got a perfect book list. All the books that I have talked about here speaks about LOVE. All LOVE. I feel so blessed to have these beautiful spiritual jewels.<br />
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I have so much to say yet I cannot find the right words to express my thoughts. Maybe when the semester's over I could blog properly again.<br />
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Nos vemos!Jairushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758153194190639002noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824921225459711996.post-81439223606621877742011-03-14T20:30:00.000+08:002011-03-14T20:30:16.469+08:00Great News About Former IntercessorsA great news: <a href="http://catholicvoiceomaha.com/main.asp?Search=1&ArticleID=15908&SectionID=9&SubSectionID=9&S=1">Former Intercessors studying and praying; are excited for future.</a><br />
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"The group's goal is to retain the charism of intercessory prayer but be more grounded in Catholic tradition and obedience to the. church."<br />
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I am so glad that things are going well within the Intercessor Relief community. I am so proud of them, and I am very happy that they are really choosing the Church. It is just so wonderful that I am sure there would be more great things to expect. I know that they will be doing more good things, thus pleasing the Divine Shepherd.<br />
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I am praying hard that they will become a religious community. I wonder what their new name will be, how will they look like, the structure, etc. I wonder if they will continue living as hermits.<br />
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Please continue praying for my beloved brothers and sisters in the Intercessor Relief community, and for all the ex-Intercessors who choose to obey the Good Lord and the Church.Jairushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758153194190639002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824921225459711996.post-59626255988752391162011-03-13T17:23:00.000+08:002011-03-13T17:23:46.070+08:00March 13, 2011<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.newmanfriendsinternational.org/blessedsacrament.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="308" src="http://www.newmanfriendsinternational.org/blessedsacrament.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">One thing I have asked of the Lord, this will I seek after; </div><div style="text-align: center;">that I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life. </div><div style="text-align: center;">That I may see the delight of the Lord, and may visit his temple. </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Psalm 26:4 (DRB) </div>Jairushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758153194190639002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824921225459711996.post-9243208324250438432011-03-04T18:03:00.000+08:002011-03-04T18:03:59.554+08:00I'll Fly AwayI am going to tell the oratory kids tomorrow about Saint Josephine Bakhita. I don't know if many Catholics are familiar with her. I know little about her, so I am quite surprised that I chose St. Bakhita for the kids. Maybe the Good Lord will touch the hearts of the oratory kids through her story.<br />
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As I was reading the saint's story, I cannot help but notice her childlike spirituality. She was able to forgive (and even thank!) her abductors and torturers. She forgave wholeheartedly those persons who <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scarification">scarred</a> her - this is just so awesome. Here I am, having a hard time to even be kind to my "torturers".<br />
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The song, "I'll Fly Away" popped into my head while reading the saint's story and I somehow understood what the song means. Once during a class, I learned that African spirituals speak about slavery. It is just hidden in spiritual thoughts. I wonder if slavery, like what the Saint experienced, still exist. I hope and pray it does not.<br />
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There are my little thoughts this afternoon. My mind is a bit disorganized because of school stuffs. God bless you!Jairushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758153194190639002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824921225459711996.post-85620950748578122882011-02-25T21:14:00.000+08:002011-02-25T21:14:08.699+08:00New BooksI was in Metro Manila this morning to get a copy of my baptismal certificate. It was my first trip to he northern part of the Metro Manila so I feel I achieved something. :) The trip was short, and it would be shorter if I didn't visit Catholic bookstores.<br />
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Guess what I got?<br />
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I also got the book Jesus, Our Eucharistic Love by Father Stefano Manelli, FFI. I started reading it while at the bus and I enjoyed the first pages already. With these new books coming to me, how will I finish Teresa's Interior Castle?<br />
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"Stop being a glutton. Now focus on one book at a time." - my conscience.<br />
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Yeah, I will obey, don't worry. :)Jairushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758153194190639002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824921225459711996.post-16786603173437482262011-02-14T12:29:00.000+08:002011-02-14T12:29:36.794+08:00Imitation<a href="http://fothl.org/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/Charles-de-Foucauld-le-circuit-integral1.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://fothl.org/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/Charles-de-Foucauld-le-circuit-integral1.png" /></a><i></i><br />
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-Blessed Charles de Foucauld, Meditations sur les Saints EvangilesJairushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758153194190639002noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824921225459711996.post-11677540584733580352011-02-14T09:54:00.004+08:002011-02-26T06:51:46.322+08:00Active Contemplation: My Oratory Experiences<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhudbXqrGbrLPeDxG2hEXDxEY6xa6SextA0s5zKOMHcZoawXMgyxrOZJa97-1tEsPzYdckR3ce487aCK6k7mxXcS6CMT748Fk2GSdA8p9Mm23Aty4zO2TqdjrYDMmylx8_yzqQdbYpOeQ/s1600/IMG_1549.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhudbXqrGbrLPeDxG2hEXDxEY6xa6SextA0s5zKOMHcZoawXMgyxrOZJa97-1tEsPzYdckR3ce487aCK6k7mxXcS6CMT748Fk2GSdA8p9Mm23Aty4zO2TqdjrYDMmylx8_yzqQdbYpOeQ/s320/IMG_1549.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
The first time I joined the apostolate of the Religious of the Incarnate Word, around September 2010, I was very silent and never really participated. My twin brother brought me to the Cathedral Oratory, and while the sisters were giving the Catechism and while the kids were playing, I was thinking over and over, "I am a contemplative; I am not meant for such active apostolates." Look at my pride!<br />
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I didn't continue going to the oratory. The thought of protecting my contemplative vocation made me stop going to the active apostolate.<br />
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One dark morning, October 16, 2010, I was informed that my former community, which is contemplative, was suppressed. I felt my vocation was lost. I felt I lost my identity too. I was devastated and for months I was depressed. I almost gave up. I remember Saint Teresa complaining to the Lord during on of her trips. If I remember it right, the weather was bad and Saint Teresa fell into the mud. She complained to the Lord and He answered, "This is how I treat My friends." Teresa answered back, "No wonder You have a few of them!"<br />
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The story came into my mind since I have the same disposition during those dark months. I thought, "What's the essence of serving the Lord when the only things you earn are pains and sufferings?" One time I asked myself, are these troubles worth experiencing?<br />
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I started joining them wherever they go. Last December, they brought us to the apostolate in Brgy. Tangway. Since then and until now, I join the Religious in their Tangway oratory.<br />
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This time, I am no longer chanting "I am contemplative; I am not supposed to be here." I found out that contemplation is very possible in active apostolates. Feeding the kids and catechizing them have taught me a lot of spiritual insights, just like how prayer and meditation does.<br />
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Last Saturday was a very special day in the Tangway Oratory. That afternoon, the kids were very alive and sweet. They even tickled me to death! (O those naughty kids!) They were full of happiness and were living their lives to the fullest.<br />
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But I am not sure if they retained the happiness when they went home.<br />
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Prior to the Oratory activity, we were informed that the the families of the most kids were being asked by the City Government to vacate their houses. They were going to build a new road and they have to demolish their houses. If I am not mistaken, they were given a relocation area but they have to<b> rent</b>.<br />
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The kids were telling me, "Kuya, they are asking us to leave Tangway!" Their voices were filled with fear and worry. The Sisters were telling them to pray about it. All we can do is to pray about it. Only God can handle this. I pray He will touch the hearts of those involved. May God move them to charity.<br />
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I then became interested with the lives of these kids. I asked one of the girls how old she is. She is 12, but it is not obvious. With her small frame, she looks younger. She said she is in Grade 2. I don't know how to describe how I felt upon learning that. She is supposed to be in Grade 6 or in high school already.<br />
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I asked another girl about her education. She said she doesn't go to school. She didn't even enter Grade 1. Now she is 10 years old. As she was telling me this, her eyes was filled with loneliness and disappointment. She said during her kindergarten she had a medal recognizing her efforts in a school in Cavite Province. She didn't got the medal because her family had to move to Tangway. I cannot forget how she expressed her disappointment. I then thought how I lazy I am in school. My laziness would offend these kids. I am so ashamed of myself.<br />
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These kids are my best friends. To serve my best friends is my prayer and meditation. To help them is to help Jesus. To gaze at their faces is like gazing at the face of the Crucified Jesus. To play with them is to move my heart into deep contemplation. My heart is lost in the joy of being with them.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Sorry for the grammar/typographical errors. I do not have the time to proofread.</span>Jairushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758153194190639002noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824921225459711996.post-55575497317103260252011-02-06T10:27:00.000+08:002011-02-06T10:27:34.849+08:00Old Feet<div style="text-align: left;">Farewell to thee, old poor sandals.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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You've been with me for more than three years.<br />
In my first journeys you were my feet.<br />
Now rest, you are so torn.<br />
Your skin is ripping off.<br />
Your straps are becoming useless.<br />
Your color is becoming dull.<br />
So I am replacing you.<br />
But I shall not forget<br />
Those unforgettable sojourns.<br />
Those first dangerous trips,<br />
Geographical and spiritual.<br />
I am not replacing you because I hate you.<br />
I love you and I want you to rest.<br />
My feet will surely miss you.<br />
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Paalam.<br />
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(and this is one of my crazy poems.)Jairushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758153194190639002noreply@blogger.com1