clouds.

I was reading my prayer journal a while ago, and I am surprised to see some of my entries. I never thought that I would be writing such kind of entries. It seems that it was not I who wrote it. Maybe I was in a trance of some sort.

One particular entry I wrote was about the clouds. It is just a short entry of less than 10 sentences, but the message was something I did not expect. It was written during the second day of our five-day silent retreat at the Mirador Jesuit Villa in Baguio.

Here’s the entry:

Reminiscing.

“The mass is ended. Go in peace to love and serve the Lord.”“Thanks be to God.”

“A dream,” I murmured as I got up from bed. I went to the bathroom to do the usual things: washing my face, brushing my teeth and taking a bath. After bath, (I put on my briefs, of course) I wore a pair of black pants with my white T Shirt. I looked at the window. “This is the day,” I whispered as I don my Roman-collar polo. I felt a surge of sadness as I went down the stairs to have breakfast.

addicted.

Just recently, I was looking over my desktop and I noticed a software I haven’t tried using. It’s the SketchUp by Google. Curious as I was, I tried using it. And I can’t get my eyes off my computer!

I’ve been designing some guess what – churches using this software. As soon as I finish my first, I would sure post it here.

By the way, my lola is planning to visit lolo and tita on Friday – that is in the cemetery. haha. Of course we will also visit them. How about you guys?

Let me finish with a quote from Evening Prayer II, Common of Apostles, Antiphon 3:

I no longer call you servants, but my friends, for I have shared with you everything I have heard from my Father.

Have a nice day guys!

short. brief.

It is nice to be back. Well it has been a while since I last posted. No. It’s not just a while. It was a millennium!

I had my passion to write awakened by let us call him Brother. He is a seminarian just like me. And he is now in France for his regency? or Pastoral Exposure.

I am going to change the nature of my blog – something that is more telling of a seminarian. I’ll be writing some of my day-to-day experiences but I’ll be focusing more on the wholesome side.

So today, I will be talking about briefs. Yay!

sa pag-ihip ng hangin.

Is it I, Lord? 

Taliwas sa aking pag-uugali ang nais kong tahaking landas. Alam ng lahat yan. Isa akong makulit na bata. Maingay. Sinungaling. Makasalanan. Lahat ng kabaligtaran ng daan na nais ko, nasa akin nga siguro. Pero sa ilalim nito, nagtatago ang isang liwanag. Liwanag na siyang patuloy kong sinusundan, sinusunod at iginagalang.

Gusto kong maging pari. Alam ng lahat yan. Maliit pa lamang ako, pangarap ko na iyon. Nariyang isuot ko ang kumot at magkilos pari. Hindi ako nakuntento doon. Nariyan ang panahon na sa sobrang pagnanais ko na maging pari, hinanap ko sa internet ang lahat ng tungkol dito. Pumasok din ako sa samahang Altar Servers para mas makita ko ng malapitan kung ano nga ba ng ginagawa nila. Sobra akong tinangay ng aking pagnanais na kunin ang bokasyong tingin ng iba ay di bagay sa akin.

Dumadating rin minsan ang mga panahon na sa sobrang pagkatangay ko sa bokasyong ito, nawawala sa aking isipan ang tunay na kahulugan ng pagpapari. Dumadating ang oras na hindi ko man lang Siya iniisip. Natatangay ako ng panlabas na anyo ng pagpapari. Nawawala minsan ang tunay na kahulugan.

May mga panahon din na naguguluhan ako kung saang Order ako bibilang. Nariyang kausapin ko ang mga paring Agustino dito sa lumang simbahan. May pagkakataon na ding nakausap ko ang isang paring misyonero at isang Pransiskano nung ako ay nasa Japan. May nakausap na din akong paring Heswita. Marami ring paring Diyosesano o Diocesan na akong nakausap. Naguguluhan ako noon.

Marahil sa paglipas ng panahon, natututo tayo.  Sa aking palagay, sigurado na ako sa aking tatahaking landas. Itutuloy ko na ito. Wala nang atrasan. Maraming tao ang umaasa sa akin. Maraming naghihintay. Nawa’y hindi ko sila mabigo.