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We’ve changed venues (church) two months ago. We now attend our very own  Parish here in Midtown instead of going to the town to attend Sunday Masses. Sometimes, we walk.  It is just a ten-minute walk from our place. Sometimes, we ride on e-bikes to get there on time. We usually attend the 6 am mass, the first mass of the day.

Oreo is used now with us bringing him along on Sundays. Every time he sees me dressed for mass, he guards the door and keeps barking until we put the leash on him which is a signal that he could come along with us.  It is his weekly exercise too. He is  usually quiet in the middle of the service. This morning though, he saw another dog at the patio  of the church (on leash too). He can’t keep quiet and wanted to go down and mingle.   Jovy says he is so spoiled because sometimes we treat him as a baby here and  he loves it.

I haven’t done any reading for about two days now. I am half-way with Merton’s autobio and about to finish a book  about 20th century America. I have always loved reading historical books, be they are novels or not. There is something nice about knowing what happened in the past. Done with 60 books since January, half of what I set myself to read this year.

Watched the debate of the senatorial candidates last night on television held at my alma mater, University of Santo Tomas and was sponsored by CNN Philippines. Some people who belong to the administration said it was staged by the opposition, Otso Diretso candidates. May I just say that they are more prepared to debate on issues important to the country? They have platforms which the administration candidates don’t seem to have. Election day will be in two weeks and voters should have discerned enough on who to vote for to govern the country.

As I have always said, I don’t believe in surveys. Surveys represent a mere trickle of the total voting population. Some are there to mislead everyone who they should vote for. They are paid ads meant to condition the minds of those who haven’t chosen who to vote for. And they could be manipulated.

It is your right to choose the best man for the job but please be discerning enough that he knows the responsibilities and duties attached to it. Popularity is not a basis for choosing the best, having the best doable platform is.

The real survey happens on May 13.  Wish us luck guys and pray for us too that it would be a clean and honest election.

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Sunset scene at Calayan

Sunset scene at Calayan

Lovell sent me this picture a while ago, a dramatic shot of a sunset in Calayan. He said it is his birthday gift to me.  Calayan, when will I see your shore?

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I have often raised my hand in the silence of the night and in my solitary cell, blessing you all and presenting you to Jesus and to our seraphic father, St. Francis of Assisi. – St. Pio of Pietrelcina

I have often said in my previous blogs that when you are touched by God’s graces more than you ever expect, your heart sings with joy and gratitude.

The arch at the back entrance at Padre Pio Chapel. Notice the hundred of rosaries hanging there. A tremendous and overwhelming show of faith.

The arch at the back entrance at Padre Pio Chapel. Notice  the rosaries hanging there. A tremendous and overwhelming show of faith.

Yesterday, I was so blessed to be able to visit St. Padre Pio Chapel again after more than three months. This time, I was with some friends and a healing priest. Fr. Cris Bautista, MS  belongs to the congregation of the Missionaries of Our Lady of La Salette.  I was there earlier than the appointed time because I want to pray the rosary inside the chapel and write my petitions at the prayer room of St. Francis  of Assisi. I am always touched by the silence and beauty of the place.  I saw some visitors too wearing head gears, hats and caps with matching face masks. Deep in my heart I know that some of them are cancer patients or maybe cancer survivors like I am. Until now, I still wear face masks too when I am in the middle of a crowd and when I am traveling in a public conveyance. There was even a patient in a wheelchair being fed via an intravenous tube attached to his body.

The silent moments, the peace within, the joy of visiting a sacred place to pray.  I always feel so blessed every time I have the opportunity to come here. This time though, I call it a truly blessed Saturday for me and my friends. Fr. Cris prayed with us, anointed us with Holy Oil and we sang with him songs for Mama Mary  (Salve Regina) , we prayed in thanksgiving  for our health and healing – memorable moments that made my day complete, and the tears flowed freely while Fr. Cris was praying with us.  What a beautiful message faith brings, trusting in the Lord’s goodness, secure in His love.

I posted this simple prayer at our online page this morning.

I choose to be brave

I choose to be strong

I choose to have an unshakable faith despite the raging storms in my life.

St. Padre Pio, please pray for me.

Mama Mary, thank you.

Lord Jesus, bless me.

Fr. Cris gave us rosaries and prayer pamphlets of  Padre Pio. September 23 is a special day for Padre Pio devotees. It is his feast day. I’ve long wanted to buy a biography of Padre Pio. One of these days, I will visit St. Paul’s publication to find one.

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Rosaries left by Padre Pio devotees at St. Padre Pio Chapel in Libis, QC.

Rosaries left by Padre Pio devotees at St. Padre Pio Chapel in Libis, QC.

They speak of love and faith –

A love that endures

A faith that sustains

They speak of a loving God

whose open arms

welcome everyone.

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Yesterday, my son,  her girlfriend Jovy  and I visited Padre Pio Chapel in Libis, Quezon City. This is Jovy’s first time to visit the place so we toured her around the gardens after spending some time inside the chapel and at the prayer room of St. Francis of Assisi. I always feel blessed and energized every time I visit this lovely place. Never mind that I am still dragging my left foot while walking. I haven’t been here for a year and I really missed the place. One thing that I enjoy  and always look forward to  is writing prayer petitions. It was a wondrous communion with God. Despite the  knee pain, I found it easier to kneel and the flow of words kept coming. Mere thanksgiving is not enough, asking for more blessings  seems a little selfish but that is what I did – praying for the family and for my health.

I took lots of pictures  which I will use for my online apostolate.  One thing  that I found so amazing and so beautiful  are the pictures of a dove perched at the statue of an angel in a corner of the garden. It seemed as if it was saying “welcome” to us.  Don’t laugh but I said “hello” and it just turned its head the other way, maybe acknowledging our presence there in the heat of the morning sun. Doves have long been depicted as symbols of  love, peace and as messengers.  White doves are often used during weddings too.

When I was a little younger, I thought doves always come in white. I later learned that that there is a dove gray color like this.

When I was a little younger, I thought doves always come in white. I later learned that there is a dove-gray color like this.

 

Oh look, it has turned its head seemingly saying, "Isn't she lovely?" while looking at the angel figure behind.

Oh look, it has turned its head seemingly saying, “Isn’t she lovely?” while looking at the angel figure behind.

 

Will post more pictures of Padre Pio chapel in my next blog. Just could not get enough.

 

 

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It’s been a while since I last posted something here for the Weekly Photo Challenge. Sometimes, I just forget, at other times, I don’t have the resource photo to upload here. I have several shots on this subject but I’d like to zero in on this particular shot since it makes me remember those days that we used to visit several Catholic churches for our Visita Iglesia during the season of Lent.

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Two weeks ago I’ve blogged about Adam, a boy Josef and I met at the church and I was impressed by his manners. What a nice surprise because meeting him again this morning made my day. He saw me near the door of the church office and said, “hello po, nagkita po ulit tayo”, at the same time he took  my hand and said “mano po”.  The words “mano po”, a gesture made by taking the hand of the elder and putting  it on one’s forehead  is a sign of respect and literally means “bless me”. That moment, I felt like we’ve known each other for quite a long time although it was only the second time we met him.  What a well-mannered boy. He waited for us after the mass and pointed his grandparents to Josef and me.

What a blessing to meet kids like Adam.

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