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Friday, September 17, 2010

My Catholic Life

Last September 1 I attended the very inspiring Vocation Launching Mass at the San Pedro Cathedral celebrated by Bishop Capalla and 25 Diocesan priests. Though it was not a HIGH MASS (the longest Roman ritual mass), I was deeply touched with the solemn celebration and the large crowd. It was well represented by different religious congregations in the country. The Prayers of the Faithful were spoken in five international languages.

I am a devoted Catholic who, just like the late great Pope, John Paul II, firmly believed that JESUS CHRIST is the only answer to every question about humanity. I grew up in a very strict Catholic environment, my father had been serving the Catholic Church as lay minister for 52 years before taking an indefinite leave last year because of his cataract, he was a Pastoral Parish President for six years, he also conducted pre-cana lectures and pre-baptism seminars, my maternal grandfather was a guitarist in the church choir while my paternal grandmother served in the Apostolada and Legion of Mary groups. My two brothers and cousins were both Psalmists. My paternal uncle is now a lay minister also.

Back in our home, the first and the last words I would hear were the bible texts as my father would rehearse his “homily” for the “Celebration of the Holy Words” (the people who are authorized to conduct Holy Mass are those who received the sacrament of ordination) on the days when our parish priest had an out-of-town engagement. My father is a founding member of the Knights of Columbus in our town and a founding chairman of Family Life Apostolate, a Catholic family renewal group supported by the Diocesan.

I was taught that during tribulations, the only thing I could rely on is my faith because everything in life depends on it—sadness, happiness, contentment, success, failures, fulfillment. So when I am in deep trouble, I would just go to the church’s left wing and seated, there, I found solace and peace of mind than go to the mall and crowded places. Eventually, my life just revolved around my Catholic faith.

So last night, I became so sentimental, it was as if my heart will going to burst with gladness and fulfillment, as if Jesus seated beside me. Watching the environment jam-packed with people and devotees made my heart thumped with different happiness and contentment. When the congregation sang the wonderful religious song—YOU ARE MINE---I suddenly shed tears. Lots of things crowded in my mind.

My happy childhood, the vivid memories of accompanying my father to various religious activities, , the miracles I witnessed everyday how great the love of God is, how HE always shielded and protected me through all these years, who always steered me in the correct path of life. It was great! Then I remember my favorite world figure—Pope John Paul II, his influence, his compassion, his kindness, his unique ability to handle sufferings.

I uttered a prayer of thanks, offering my life’s journey to God. I lived the Cathedral with satisfaction and contentment in my heart. When I reached my room, I stared at the two big-sized posters of Pope John Paul II beside my bed and thanked him for the inspiration.

Destiny is a delicate process, sometimes it takes courage and exceptional wisdom to grasp the mystery surrounding it, but when your heart is filled with so much love and belief that Christ always performed miracles in different ways, everything will just turn fantastically—and that’s what made me so sentimental last night. God is so good all the time!

This song made me cry...

YOU ARE MINE
I will come to you in the silence I will lift you from all your fear
You will hear My voice I claim you as My choice Be still, and know I am near
I am hope for all who are hopeless I am eyes for all who long to see.
In the shadows of the night, I will be your light Come and rest in Me

Do not be afraid, I am with you I have called you each by name Come and follow Me
I will bring you home I love you and you are mine.
I am strength for all the despairing Healing for the ones who dwell in shame
All the blind will see, the lame will all run free And all will know My name

I am the Word that leads all to freedom I am the peace the world cannot give,
I will call your name, embracing all your pain Stand up, now, walk, and live


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