Calling Complacent Catholics

Heard 7pm Mass at St. Paul last night, Fr. Eymart delivered a very powerful homily, addressed the complacent Catholics, said statistics show that for every eleven Catholics, one departs the Catholic Church, for such reasons as: the priest does not deliver a good homily; second collections are money making for the church. and the like. How flimsy, or how lame. Truth is, Catholics who say such things are those who seek attention for themselves, those who are afflicted with crab mentality, because they are the ones who are not happy watching many other Catholics live Christianity as the Master commanded them so. So, they find reasons to create talk, to put down their fellow Catholics, and in the end, they leave, and live by one protestant rule: attack the Catholic Church. Catholics had been complacent long enough, and that includes those who are Catholics on Sundays only. There is much more to being a Catholic than attending the Mass an hour in a week. Catholicism calls for universal service. And what is alarming, while Christians are busy destroying Christians, abominations in every facet of the human being are inculturated in the Christian. Now the Christian believes divorce is right, abortion is right, or same sex marriage is right. No, these things are never right. This is of great concern. What is more scary is: there are more believers of Islam now, and gradually, they are asserting their sovereignty over society. Just go to your nearest malls, you will find them there. Come on, come on, Catholics, wake up, our job is not done, the mission is not over, come on, wake up and help. Carry your Cross.

Iron Man Three

Photo: Malou B. Escalona, that sweet and generous and sexy lady my cousin Bong had the luck of marrying (such a marvelous blessing, huh), treated us to a grand opening day screening of Iron Man 3. So there we were, Audrey and Julia, Jean and Tish, Malou and I, with our cheesy pop corns, French Fries with dips, hotdogs and serenity teas (and C2), all eyes agape, lest we miss something in the transformation of Tony Starks from a self-indulgent billionaire/playboy/philanthropist to an Iron Man with a real heart. The prototype Mack 42 was destroyed in the end, as Tony was left with no option but to ask Jarvis to detonate it, because his nemesis (can't quite remember the name, but it was the true Mandarin) took him, Tony, to the next high level action. That's all you gonna get from this spoiler. Go watch it. THANKS Malou, it was a great fun night! I love sitting beside Audrey, she perceived the plot and varied characters quick and easy. :) Like I always say, when you want your children to learn many things, just take them to the movie theaters and give them some pop corn. :)

Malou, that sweet and generous and sexy lady my cousin Bong had the luck of marrying (such a marvelous blessing, huh), treated us to a grand opening day screening of Iron Man 3. So there we were, Audrey and Julia, Jean and Tish,Malou and I, with our cheesy pop corns, French Fries with dips, hotdogs and serenity teas (and C2), all eyes agape, lest we miss something in the transformation of Tony Starks from a self-indulgent billionaire/playboy/philanthropist to an Iron Man with a real heart. The prototype Mack 42 was destroyed in the end, as Tony was left with no option but to ask Jarvis to detonate it, because his nemesis (can’t quite remember the name, but it was the true Mandarin) took him, Tony, to the next high level action. That’s all you gonna get from this spoiler. Go watch it. THANKS Malou, it was a great fun night! I love sitting beside Audrey, she perceived the plot and varied characters quick and easy. 🙂 Like I always say, when you want your children to learn many things, just take them to the movie theaters and give them some pop corn. 🙂

Silver Wings

Went to hear Mass early, and attended the Holy Hour Exposition of the Blessed Sacrament,  especially for my Uncle Tony, it’s his birthday today.

I was hoping to see a jet cut through the clouds, because Uncle Tony always laughed whenever he saw a jet create that white line in the sky.

Instead, I was surprised and awed by a flock of silver wings, in a long, long Vee formation, the glittering flaps sparkling against the bluish heavens. My daughter Tish also saw the passage of the birds, and was amazed.

Thanks Uncle Ton, for making your presence known. Thank you, dear God, for the marvelous spectacles you always show me. I know glorious things are about to unfold for me.

Boston Bombing is an Imitation of Jolie’s SALT.

Art is an imitation of life. That is the saying. But in the recent years, we see people in real life imitating the movies.

In the Boston Marathon bombing, two suspects, blood brothers from Chechnya, Russia, acted as if they were guilty, for they did put up a fight. One died, the other fled, was caught, and now confined in a hospital under heavy guard.

More interesting is the amount of information coming out: the brothers were positive haters of America, but, they had blended in, just like ordinary Americans, and as calmly and as naturally, they would wreak havoc without being suspected as terrorists, and had it not been for the cameras, they would not have been caught.

America had been infiltrated, not by super spies but by ordinary people pausing as neighbors, co-workers, friends… And as we see in this Boston Bombing, students! Who would think these young people are terrorists? Not the classmates they mingle with everyday. Not the teachers who discuss lessons with them everyday. Not the auto mechanic they brought their cars for check up…

Angelina Jolie’s character SALT showed how the terrorists were made. Perhaps that is what this yahoo report is implying: http://news.yahoo.com/bos… If so, it is life imitating art.

David Letterman is fascinated with the Catholic Church.

He pokes every conceivable joke he can, that seemingly vulgar but appropriately decent night show television host named David Letterman, on every event that happen on the Catholic Church. And obviously, he is having as much fun as he can get with the new Pontiff, Pope Francis, the infallible leader of the 1.2 billion strong Catholic Church.

David Letterman, I think, is amused, or fascinated with Catholicism because, let truth be told, the old guy is highly intelligent and, deep in the recesses of his being, he knows the Catholic Church is that one and only one Church instituted by our Lord Jesus Himself. And though beset through the ages by issues and problems that could crumble any other church, there it stands, because our Lord promised that He will forever take care of the Church.

Okay Mr. Letterman, one is never too old to join, Tony Blair did, and he was Prime Minister of England. Intelligent men see the truth, and they can feel or sense what is right. But only those who humble themselves are wise. wink

Oh yes, Pope Francis just might baptize you, if you ask him, he has compassion for those who mercilessly poke fun on him. You will be given time for the Sacrament of Reconciliation (you can feature your list on your top ten later), and thy sins will be forgiven.w00tlol

Sweltering Summer

We are experiencing a rather ultra hot summer season, and the 35 degrees celsius is now part of everyone’s vocabulary. As it is vacation time for the students, I got my Tish help me clean up my home in Antipolo, despite the heat.

We stop by the buko vendor every time we can, and help ourselves to that thirst quenching coconut juice.

If I did not know about Eve’s apple, I would say the coconut is the tree of life, not only for the juice, and the delicious white flesh, but for the many uses of that tree, or correct me please, it is not a tree, is it? Whatever it is, the coconut is my tree of life, for it produces many things we need: mantika, nganga, tingting, bunot, palaspas, bao, nata de coco, buko pie, minatamis, at iba’t iba pa.

And do you know that the coconut is now a tourist attraction? According to our DOT Sec, tourists come to the country and watch our boys crack a coconut? That is why Tourism is fast becoming our best income earner, and all we have to do is show our boys climb a coconut tree, ha ha.

Here’s a trivia: only boys can feel if a coconut is juicy or fleshy, so said the buko vendor.

Okay, okay, all I want to plug here is: for the sweltering summer, think coconut!

Licensed To Drive

Spent two hot mornings @ LTO, Agora, San Juan. The land transportation office was filled with applicants, the long line that started way before the sun was up, shows a system still rotten. What could have been done in less than an hour was prolonged, because those who are in charge allow the pathetic system to persist, am sure, they do not want to clean up because they earn that way. In the meantime, the people’s time are wasted, and they endure the unhygienic toilets for drug testing, the smelly canal that leads to the office, vendors and smokers all contributing to polluting the small space where my daughter queued up for her driver’s license. And the Estradas/Ejercitos talk as if they had done so much for San Juan, so they would be running for posts again this coming election. Go to Agora and feel the ambience of Estrada country, you might want to ponder about your ballot come 13th of May.

Anyway, Tish is now licensed to drive. She had been pestering me for the longest time if she could drive, and I had been adamant, NO!, can’t allow her driving without a license. On the way back home, she slept in the car, maybe due to the fatigue from the hassle of applying for a license. When she woke up, I asked, You want to drive? She said No. Okay, I said, just asking, because You don’t wanna be accused of being licensed without driving. The old joke worked, she brought us safely home. 🙂