Sunday Reflection: How a water drum inspired me


Introduction: This is the first time I will post a Lectio Divina (Diving Reading) Reflection. As a Marist young Brother, I don’t give sermons. But like a teacher (or a future teacher), I can give my personal experiences. I’ll do it the WordPress way. Just pardon my English. Continue reading

An act of contrition

I have an embarrassing confession to make. Before I entered consecrated life, I was a non-practicing Catholic who does not know well about our Church and her catechism. It is a long story to tell. To put it simply, I was not well catechized. And now that I am a Marist Brother, I need to start from the basics like sacraments, liturgy, and the scriptures.

It is not that I do not know the rites; I just do not understand a lot of things on how or why we do them.

It is not that I do not know the gospel; I just realized that there is a lot of things that I need to know about the scriptures.

I need to know.

I need to understand.

These are just the steps I have to take to go to the mountain of the Lord.

Marami pa talaga akong kakaining bigas.

(It will be a long journey.)


On How a Clumsy Guy met a Beautiful Volunteer

Last Sunday, after having my haircut, I went to the Our Lady of Peace and Good Voyage to attend the mass.

During the communion, I saw Anna, the beautiful volunteer of Marcellin Homes from Germany, and I decided to greet her after the mass.

I personally don’t know her that much and I just met her once during a dinner last Friday.

So after the mass outside the church, while facing her in a short distance, I waived my hand while looking at her.

It seems that she didn’t recognize me since I did not mention her name.

Maybe she was thinking, “Who is this geek waving his hand on me?”

Maybe she didn’t really noticed me waving my hand.

When I saw her companion, whom I don’t know personally, I just chickened out of my way towards the church gate.

If Anna was someone whom I truly know well, then I would have shouted at the voice that might scandalize the churchgoers and waved my hands more enthusiastically.

What I did was clumsy.

That’s the introvert in me winning the day.