Thank You!

The gospel today is about the 10 lepers who desperately shouted for pity from our Lord Jesus. Jesus healed them and told them to go on their way. But one returned to say THANK YOU.

How often do we remember to say THANK YOU? Everyday, despite our problems and worries, we are filled with blessings. The company of a loved one, the presence of a friend, a smile from a stranger – there is so much to be thankful for. It is a good practice if, at the end of the day, we recall the things that gave us much pleasure and happiness. Then we say THANK YOU JESUS, it had been a wonderful day!

Actually, the homily of Fr. Ferdie, a new guest priest, this morning came in very timely. I had been feeling foul all week. Things just didn’t jibe. Mommy called the other day and she was so pent up. And that was the time Jean chose to be obstinate!  There was simply no one to turn to. Tish was as busy as a bee… The three of us hunted for insects…and the fatigue caught up with me… I was just about ready to turn my back and scream…I was beginning to feel I was in a doll’s house, or a glass menagerie, where we stored the insects collected!

But Fr. Ferdie explained that the number 10 was there for a reason. The Jews regard the number 10 as the wholeness of being, a totality. The 10 lepers were considered dead, and yet they became alive again. All because Jesus healed them. Everyday, we experience failures and frustrations because we can’t manifest everything that we want. Yet, at the end of the day, when we say our night prayers, all we have to mutter is a simple THANK YOU. And everything will fall into place.  Everything will be all right.

In the Nick of Time?

The 11th Hour is a documentary about the status of the planet earth. With the various catastrophic deluges that had been occurring in every nook and cranny of the globe, the scientists, the environmentalists, the political leaders, have come to agree that our only home in this universe is severely ill, and dying!  Why?

Leonardo de Caprio, an American movie heart throb, ushers us into a grim reality as he presents The 11th Hour, a film that showcases the opinions of topnotch directors from NASA and other various sectors concerned about mankind’s inadvertent use of our natural resources.

In a nutshell, global warming and the subsequent climate change had been the inevitable result of man’s abusive treatment of the environment. Man is just about the only specie on the planet that had been given free will, or so-called brain, in order to have dominion over all other creatures. Yet, all the rest functions according to their nature, like a lioness hunts its prey, brings birth to new cubs, and settles in the pride and allow the berth of a new dawn. But man, equipped with some one hundred trillion cells called bacteria and who done that miracle called LIFE,  is regrettably irrepressible.

MAN discovers the abundance of little packets of sunlight called coal, and lo and behold, the limitless growth of the industrial revolution had affected our concept of the future.  All of a sudden, man had abandoned the mano mano agricultural farming.  An industrial factory could produce this or that food. And man depends on that. A mini market becomes a small grocery and this, in turn, transforms into a supermarket in a giant mall.

Concerned more with economic sustainability, man had come to pollute the earth horribly. Plastics are disposed in rivers. Cars run with exhaust fumes filling the air. Trees are being cut down massively for more products, including toothpick and charcoal.

Thus the subsequent collapse of the Arctic glaciers, and the flooding of Europe, China, America, and the rest of man’s civilized world…

The eleventh hour is a critical point in time. We are probably too late in trying to save the earth. Or, with hope that springs eternal, as the scholars in the film said, perhaps we are just in the nick of time…

Mommy Day Off!

Jean and Tish were shocked! The moment they woke up this morning, I was ready to leave for the NAMCYA (National Music Competition for Young Artists) in UP.  I told them fleetingly last night that I would be watching alone.  Tish wanted to come but I said no.  I would like to go alone.

And so I did. I left them to wash the laundry, fold the clothes, clean the house, and cook, if they want to eat.  But I did prepare some ginataang mais, which, when I came home, was left uneaten.

Sometimes, mommying can be choking, too. Sometimes, I just couldn’t breathe, with all the things I had to attend to. I had always been at my daughters’ beck and call. And it is as if their whole existence depended upon me!

So, I thought that, for once, I’ll let them feel how it is without me. They should be able to fend for themselves anyway. They are big enough! And deliberately, I left the house messy.

I had a good day of pure classical piano music. Ate Grace and Tami were there, too. The parents of Beah Gumarang recognized me and asked if Tish is in the competition. I told them she is preoccupied with Biology these days. Beah was one of the qualifiers for the finals, together with Heinz Denoyo, Mikhael Lastrilla, Albert Roldan, and Josiah Samaniego. And Professor Agot was one of the three judges. His Recuerdos was the contest piece.

When I got home, the two girls were expecting pasalubong! Good thing Ate Grace bought a loaf of raisin bread. The two feasted on tuna the whole day. But they washed the bedsheets and mopped the floor.

Wheew!