Yesterday, August 22—a day after he spoke of the “Perfect Combo (see the earlier post)--at 04:47:32pm, I received a stunning SMS from my son, Joey. It says: “A truck nearly hit the car by 2 inches. Must be your prayers working to save me.”
For a few seconds I became too dumbfounded to reply. I hugged my son tight from a distance… then raised my voice to the Lord in thanksgiving.
I praised God for letting our combo play beautiful music!
Friday, August 22, 2008
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Perfect Combo
My eldest son Joey was rushing for an early, long-awaited interview in Makati so I prepared a quick, healthy breakfast--breakfast at home is always the heaviest—of baked fish, eggplant omelets & banana, which he gobbled fast and quick.
As I poised to pray over him--a usual send-off--he warned,”Make it quick. I am running late.”
And fast, I prayed: “Oh Lord hug my son and make him feel your presence as you bless him with love, protection and wisdom; and use him to make others experience the same blessings.”
A few seconds after driving out of the garage, Joey sent this SMS: Tenku, tenku… (Thank you, thank you). Breakfast & Prayers. Smooth and crisp. Perfect Combo.”
As I poised to pray over him--a usual send-off--he warned,”Make it quick. I am running late.”
And fast, I prayed: “Oh Lord hug my son and make him feel your presence as you bless him with love, protection and wisdom; and use him to make others experience the same blessings.”
A few seconds after driving out of the garage, Joey sent this SMS: Tenku, tenku… (Thank you, thank you). Breakfast & Prayers. Smooth and crisp. Perfect Combo.”
Saturday, August 16, 2008
The Bigger the Better
My husband has more than doubled in size during our marriage.
Lately, I have been telling him, “I love more of you but not too much, stop growing in size.
A few days ago, my son, Val, pleasantly jolted me with a very practical—even divine—use for my husband’s physical expansion.
Since Val is no longer living with us, I pray over his pancreas—which has stopped producing insulin—by laying my hands over my husband’s stomach and imagining that I am praying over my son’s. I am doing it for all other intentions and praying for healing. For instance, I ask the Lord for the healing of painful memories of another son or the wounded heart of a friend by touching that portion on my husband’s body.
Val remarked, “Wow, Dad can provide you all the space you need for all your prayers.”
Lately, I have been telling him, “I love more of you but not too much, stop growing in size.
A few days ago, my son, Val, pleasantly jolted me with a very practical—even divine—use for my husband’s physical expansion.
Since Val is no longer living with us, I pray over his pancreas—which has stopped producing insulin—by laying my hands over my husband’s stomach and imagining that I am praying over my son’s. I am doing it for all other intentions and praying for healing. For instance, I ask the Lord for the healing of painful memories of another son or the wounded heart of a friend by touching that portion on my husband’s body.
Val remarked, “Wow, Dad can provide you all the space you need for all your prayers.”
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Defining Your Reality...Creating Your Happiness
“Life is what you make it” is more than an adage. For it is a fact that your destiny is what you make out of life. It lies largely in your hand. You can create you reality with the power of your mind. More so if your mind draws energy from the Power outside of it. That Power is always available; ready to be tapped, generously.
Dr. Fred Alan Wolf, a quantum physicist studied physics in relation to consciousness and said that our consciousness can determine our reality–emotional, physical, etc. Consciousness is the function of the mind. And mind is more than the brain. It is over and above, before and after, the brain. By using the full potentials of the human mind, you can choose to be happy; you can determine your own reality. You can change your life by changing your mind. Your consciousness can reign supreme.
After I was diagnosed with brain tumor (meningioma), I constantly imagine my mind working on my brain and healing it of the alien growth. And I do ask friends, relatives, priests and nuns to join me in doing so. We join our collective consciousness to the source--the All-Powerful Being--the Source of all powers in heaven and on earth to melt the meningioma which grows deep from my dura matter within the hemisphere of my brain. As I wrote earlier, my brain tumor has started shrinking as shown in the second diagnosis done 10 months later.
J. C. Knight, the founder of Ramtha School of Enlightenment–when interviewed by Larry King of CNN–categorically stated that the power of the mind can be harnessed to create your happiness. According to her, you can choose to be happy and remain happy should you choose to; you can be in control of your own emotion by your own consciousness. Fr. Momoy Borromeo, the healing priest who keeps laying his hand on my brain prefers to call it "tanscendence" of our emotion and not control.
Ms. Knight elaborates that the key is to know ourselves well, accept who we are and be happy with it; know our purpose and stick to it. Regardless of what takes place in our surroundings, no matter how difficult people around us turn out to be, nothing and no one can take away our happiness if it is grounded within our own consciousness. No one can cause us miseries, according to her because the outside world will become a reflection of our own state of mind.
Good health, happiness, well-being … are functions of the mind. As the episode in Larry King Live (CNN, 08/10/08) captioned: “Change Your Mind, Change Your Life.”
Dr. Fred Alan Wolf, a quantum physicist studied physics in relation to consciousness and said that our consciousness can determine our reality–emotional, physical, etc. Consciousness is the function of the mind. And mind is more than the brain. It is over and above, before and after, the brain. By using the full potentials of the human mind, you can choose to be happy; you can determine your own reality. You can change your life by changing your mind. Your consciousness can reign supreme.
After I was diagnosed with brain tumor (meningioma), I constantly imagine my mind working on my brain and healing it of the alien growth. And I do ask friends, relatives, priests and nuns to join me in doing so. We join our collective consciousness to the source--the All-Powerful Being--the Source of all powers in heaven and on earth to melt the meningioma which grows deep from my dura matter within the hemisphere of my brain. As I wrote earlier, my brain tumor has started shrinking as shown in the second diagnosis done 10 months later.
J. C. Knight, the founder of Ramtha School of Enlightenment–when interviewed by Larry King of CNN–categorically stated that the power of the mind can be harnessed to create your happiness. According to her, you can choose to be happy and remain happy should you choose to; you can be in control of your own emotion by your own consciousness. Fr. Momoy Borromeo, the healing priest who keeps laying his hand on my brain prefers to call it "tanscendence" of our emotion and not control.
Ms. Knight elaborates that the key is to know ourselves well, accept who we are and be happy with it; know our purpose and stick to it. Regardless of what takes place in our surroundings, no matter how difficult people around us turn out to be, nothing and no one can take away our happiness if it is grounded within our own consciousness. No one can cause us miseries, according to her because the outside world will become a reflection of our own state of mind.
Good health, happiness, well-being … are functions of the mind. As the episode in Larry King Live (CNN, 08/10/08) captioned: “Change Your Mind, Change Your Life.”
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
My Son said: "Jesus is Human too."
In Mt 14:22-36, Jesus walks on the lake towards his disciples. The disciples are scared thinking they are seeing a ghost.
Jesus says,”Come.” Peter makes an attempt. As he steps into the water, he sinks. No matter how Jesus tries to encourage him, he can’t have the faith and the courage to try again.
On the breakfast table I asked my son, Joey what he learned from his Jesuit mentor about this narrative. His Theology teacher explained that there were many elevated portions of land in the lake which were covered by water only as high as half to a about a foot. Jesus had mastered the lake and knew where to step.
My son said: “Jesus can play tricks on his friends. That shows his humanity.”
My son just gave me one more reason to trust the Lord: God is one with me in my humanity.
Jesus says,”Come.” Peter makes an attempt. As he steps into the water, he sinks. No matter how Jesus tries to encourage him, he can’t have the faith and the courage to try again.
On the breakfast table I asked my son, Joey what he learned from his Jesuit mentor about this narrative. His Theology teacher explained that there were many elevated portions of land in the lake which were covered by water only as high as half to a about a foot. Jesus had mastered the lake and knew where to step.
My son said: “Jesus can play tricks on his friends. That shows his humanity.”
My son just gave me one more reason to trust the Lord: God is one with me in my humanity.
Saturday, July 26, 2008
A Son & A Daughter - A Moon & A Sun Apart
My son and an only daughter, who are still single, stay with me and my husband. Lasty night they were both out.
With his classmates in law school, my son went straight to an overnight outing in a resort in Tanay; my daughter was on her night shift at a call center at Ortigas.
I prepared my greetings to the two of them this morning and texted my son thus:
As I was sending my text to my son, I felt some nostalgia that I could not send a similar morning greeting to my daughter. She is confined chilling inside a room with no fresh air and surrounded by thick curtains to hide the view of the towering buildings in a concrete jungle. So I texted her:
Then it dawned on me... my two dear children are poles apart. When they are just a few kilometers away from each other!
With his classmates in law school, my son went straight to an overnight outing in a resort in Tanay; my daughter was on her night shift at a call center at Ortigas.
I prepared my greetings to the two of them this morning and texted my son thus:
My dear son… have you awaken early enough to watch the sun rising from behind the mountain? And have you lulled the moon to bed?
Wake up my dear and watch the mountains dressing up in mint suit half hidden behind the fogs.
As I was sending my text to my son, I felt some nostalgia that I could not send a similar morning greeting to my daughter. She is confined chilling inside a room with no fresh air and surrounded by thick curtains to hide the view of the towering buildings in a concrete jungle. So I texted her:
Hi dear daughter… Are you about to wrap up your connectedness with the people behind the voices—upbeat, thankful, pleasant, irate—to take your rest? But wait, did you remain cheerful through it all?
Come to the comfort of home and of your bed.
Then it dawned on me... my two dear children are poles apart. When they are just a few kilometers away from each other!
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Justice... on Broken Chairs and Decrepit Shelves
A week ago I was attending a hearing in a prosecution office and was inspired once again by the dedication of public servants performing their work as best as they can . Despite limited resources and difficult working conditions.
The Assistant Prosecutor handled each case with dispatch, zeal and enthusiasm. It was quite a feat for him that morning, hearing about 15 cases--even more-- with ease and even healthy humor. His pleasant disposition put the parties themselves, at ease.
The parties were streaming out of the small cubicle of about 3m. by 5m., up to its narrow hallway and all the way out to corridor. I was squeezing myself through the small door, breathing on the neck of my opponent and trying to show my face to my client to assure him I was there for him. From where I was standing, I could feel the moderate coolness of the room against the steaming heat outside of it.
Halfway through the morning, my client signalled me to come inside the room for a just-vacated round monoblock chair. I had been standing on high heels for more than two hours that even a small chair with a cut circular seat would be a glorious relief.
I had to stand after some time, tired of sitting on a broken chair without a recliner. As I did, the chair got stuck on my midi pencil cut skirt and I panicked a bit because it was almost our turn. After I wiggled myself free I rushed across for a free space. As a turned, I saw my client—big build, 6ft tall—sat on the broken chair. I had to signal him frantically to get up. I could imagine him strutting, once called, with a chair for a tail.
This incident reminds me of my earlier experience. I was filing a 50-page complaint with about 50 pieces of evidence gathered painstakingly for almost two years when I noticed the broken filing cabinets inside the staff room. Records and evidences were spilling out of shelves held together by ropes. The bottom shelf had totally collapsed and documents were escaping through the crack. I worried about over how these cabinets would shelter my records.
After all of 18 years, my records remained intact and even transported in one piece, all the way to the Supreme Court which decided in my favor.
Justice has been served, despite broken shelves. And the wheels of justice continue to grind despite broken chairs.
The faithful public servants continue to dispense their duties through sheer dedication and resourcefulness despite the limitations and difficult situations in public offices.
The Assistant Prosecutor handled each case with dispatch, zeal and enthusiasm. It was quite a feat for him that morning, hearing about 15 cases--even more-- with ease and even healthy humor. His pleasant disposition put the parties themselves, at ease.
The parties were streaming out of the small cubicle of about 3m. by 5m., up to its narrow hallway and all the way out to corridor. I was squeezing myself through the small door, breathing on the neck of my opponent and trying to show my face to my client to assure him I was there for him. From where I was standing, I could feel the moderate coolness of the room against the steaming heat outside of it.
Halfway through the morning, my client signalled me to come inside the room for a just-vacated round monoblock chair. I had been standing on high heels for more than two hours that even a small chair with a cut circular seat would be a glorious relief.
I had to stand after some time, tired of sitting on a broken chair without a recliner. As I did, the chair got stuck on my midi pencil cut skirt and I panicked a bit because it was almost our turn. After I wiggled myself free I rushed across for a free space. As a turned, I saw my client—big build, 6ft tall—sat on the broken chair. I had to signal him frantically to get up. I could imagine him strutting, once called, with a chair for a tail.
This incident reminds me of my earlier experience. I was filing a 50-page complaint with about 50 pieces of evidence gathered painstakingly for almost two years when I noticed the broken filing cabinets inside the staff room. Records and evidences were spilling out of shelves held together by ropes. The bottom shelf had totally collapsed and documents were escaping through the crack. I worried about over how these cabinets would shelter my records.
After all of 18 years, my records remained intact and even transported in one piece, all the way to the Supreme Court which decided in my favor.
Justice has been served, despite broken shelves. And the wheels of justice continue to grind despite broken chairs.
The faithful public servants continue to dispense their duties through sheer dedication and resourcefulness despite the limitations and difficult situations in public offices.
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