Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Epilogue- A Foreword of Another Journey

Church leadership is perhaps one of the greatest divine privileges a man can have in his lifetime. It is a privilege and it is a divine endowment because nobody can work for or even deserves an ecclesiastical office. It all comes by God’s grace.

            It takes a lot of time and incredible lessons on humility for a man to comprehend the implications of such privilege and to grasp the essential truth that no one is indispensable in any ministry or church work except for the Holy Spirit and God’s grace. Indeed we are mere instruments in God’s kingdom.
            I know it is quite pretentious of me to write such “epilogue”. Critics would think of me as pompous, but I would like to consider this as a duty to deliver an important life-lesson on leadership, my own apprehensions, and at the same time, the opportunity to share a testimony with others.
For more than six years, I have served in the kingdom of God from being a simple youth worker, and then as a youth leader. I’ve been through a roller-coaster ride in the ministry, took up great challenges, made difficult choices, made mistakes and was humbled (and still learning!), and achieved considerable successes and victories, only by God’s grace and solely for the glory of God. It was a moment in my life in which I learned so much about me and so much about God and His glory, His grace, and His eternal love.
            It was made clear to me that a leader must be well grounded on his calling- to which job one belongs and evaluating if one has the abilities and resources needed to reach the goal and the vision given by God. It all begins with God’s call and a man’s response to such divine mission and it must end with God as the Glorified King.

            Secondly, a leader must be committed to God, first of all, and then to his family, and finally to his friends. Commitment is one of the many fundamental ingredients of success in keeping a group or a ministry intact, revitalizing the consistency of progress, and the creation of wealth and opportunities for God’s children. 
             Furthermore, a leader is the courageous one in the group. Leadership exists because problems arise. Leaders are meant to be problem-solvers and to solve problems courage is needed. One must be brave to muster his strengths and will to push through and breakthrough. It is but imperative to eliminate fears in your life. Fear is not a pet that you must cuddle in your heart. Fear is the arch-nemesis that will assassinate you in any moment and will drag you to the deepest recesses of apathy and perdition. Most leaders today fail because they wouldn’t fight their fears, thus they deliberately limit God in their lives. Be courageous! Courage is when one is afraid of the dark but keeps on charging and walking forward towards the end of a dark tunnel. Courage is not an innate sentiment but a product of your faith in Jesus and the outcome of living a life in Christ, and genuine experiences in walking with God.
            Through pains and joys, a leader is not and never alone. He is sometimes detached from human affections, misunderstood most of the time, abandoned and betrayed, and perhaps forlorn in the face of great adversaries, he maybe one but he is never ever alone. I’ve been there and God was true to His promise.
            Therefore, a leader never stops. That’s why it is not a career that declines and fades away with senility. It is your life. It is etched in your destiny.
            My work in the youth ministry is done. It may be the end of a presidency, of an administration, but it is not the end of a life of being God’s servant. And this is definitely not an epilogue. This is a foreword for the beginning of another exciting journey, a life of servant-hood in the service of our Lord Christ Jesus.

Sunday, June 26, 2011

Political Circus and Strange Bed-fellows

I saw my idol, Miriam Defensor-Santiago, in fiery red gown which symbolizes not only her 40 years of marriage but also her fiery passion in fighting graft and corruption in government.

She looked so divine and perpetual together with her husband.



All of a sudden, from the doors the cathedral, dark figures started to manifest- The Iron Lady and the Charming Plunderer, the Devil’s emissaries in flesh and blood! And the daughter of Lucifer- The Megalomaniac Dwarf-Chienne!

I thought it was a practical joke. It is a joke right? I tried to convince myself that this is all a joke, or a nightmare. I slapped myself several times. But no!

I still can’t believe that former political nemeses are actually bff’s! This is like Paris Hilton’s BFF, uglier version.

These are one of the moments when you realize what has become of Philippine politics. It takes a lot of political prowess and deep understanding of Philippine political dynamics to be able to distinguish what is real and what is a show.

But then it’s not really easy to digest all of this and accept this as a way of political survival, all this squabble glamour, entertainment and power. We backed them up because we believed not only in their rhetoric but also we were convinced that they are the kind of people who have consecrated their lives fighting for the cause of the poor, giving voice to the youth and the people, and the crusade against graft and corruption.

And now here they are- the self-proclaimed saints and good guys and those who are convicted of a crime not only by judicial institutions but by History herself- all in one circle of adorable friendship.



If Janjan, the macho-dancer kid of Willie Revillame, is an act of perversion, now this is more than perversion. This is the abomination that causes desolation.

Nevertheless, I will remain faithful until the end and a staunch supporter and voter of Madam Senator, the Lioness of the Senate.


…and that was the day the music died.


Va' Pensiero

Va, pensiero, sull'ali dorate;
va, ti posa sui clivi, sui colli,
ove olezzano tepide e molli
l'aure dolci del suolo natal!

Del Giordano le rive saluta,
di Sionne le torri atterrate...
Oh mia patria sì bella e perduta!
Oh membranza sì cara e fatal!

Arpa d'or dei fatidici vati,
perché muta dal salice pendi?
Le memorie nel petto raccendi,
ci favella del tempo che fu!

O simile di Sòlima ai fati
traggi un suono di crudo lamento,
o t'ispiri il Signore un concento
che ne infonda al patire virtù.




Napaiyak ako nang pinakikinggan ko ang chorus na ito na hango sa Nabucco, isang opera ng kinilalang national music artist ng Italy, na si Giuseppe Verdi.

Sa eksenang ito, ang mga hudyo na nasa exile sa ibang bansa ay nagdadrama, hinahanap at nageemote ang kanilang Patria, o ang inang bayan nilang Israel.

Alam kong medyo baduy ang sasabihin ko. Madalas ang isang tao mapapaiyak sa mga bagay na madrama o sa sobrang saya. Però ito ang pumukaw sa puso ko ng mga oras na iyon. Dahil ganoon din ang laman ng puso’t isipan ko.

Gabi ng June 19, nabalitaan ko na naidaos na ang 113th Independence Day Celebration dito sa Firenze. Hindi daw puede ng June 12 kasi may iba pang mahalagang event na inasikaso ang mga pinagpipitagang pinuno ng aming pamayanan. Importante yung event dahil may artista- si Gabby Concepcion at Giselle Sanchez.

Hanep! Ganon na pala ka importante yun?

Pero bago yan, nung nakaraang isang buwan, nagpapalitan ng mga kuru-kuro ang mga pinagpipitagang leaders ng community kung paano ipagdiriwang ang ATING araw ng kalayaan. Sabi ng isa, nararapat daw na isipin natin kung sino ang host country (na Italya) at dapat magbigay puwang din sa bansang ito at magbigay pugay sa kanyang watawat.

Kung hindi ka ba naman isang hangal na magdidiwang ng kasarinlan ng iyong bayan, tapos ihahalo mo ang pagpupugay sa bandila ng isang bayan na hindi mo kinabibilangan!

Buti na lang at may isa na sumagot sa kanya na hindi nararapat ang ganoong bagay sa nasabing event. Isipin mo nga naman, parang nag-organize ka ng isang pagging para sa kaarawan ng iyong anak, tapos kakantahan mo din ng “Maligayang Kaarawan” ang anak ng kapitbahay mo eh dapat para sa anak mo lang iyon.

Wala ka talaga sa isip mo!

Hindi rin maidadaos ang Independence Day Celebration na ito kung walang dumalo na mga medyo laos na artista.

Sila na maaari ang mga makabagong bayani- ang mga mababait at matulungin na mga celebrities. Ang hinahangaan at sinasamba ng sambayanang Pilipino.

Hindi ako magugulat kung sa mga darating na senatorial at presidential elections maglalaban-laban sa pulitika sina Pacquiao, Kris Aquino, Vice Ganda, Boy Abunda, Vicky Belo, Piolo Pascual, Willie Revillame (iboboto daw ito ng mga pedophiles) at lalu na ang pinakabongga sa lahat MOMMY DIONISIA!

Ano? Ang gulo di ba? Demokrasya ang tawag diyan. Isang salad ng mga bugok ng lipunan.

Ano sasabihin mo? Namimiss mo na ito?

May sinasanto din naman pala ito....


At lalu na ito? 

Alam na kung ano ang sinasamba naman nito!


Sino ba naman ang hindi mapapaiyak? Nasa ibang bansa ka, isang exported material ng gobyerno at nagdidiwang ka ng inyong kalayaan. Walang Pilipino ang hindi naghahanap ng pag-asa para sa sariling bayan. Lahat naman siguro gusto natin bumalik at mabuhay ng mapayapa at masagana sa piling ng sariling Inang Bayan at mamatay at mahimlay sa lupang sinilangan.

Sa buwan ng Hulyo muling magbibigay ng report sa SONA ang Pangulo ng Pilipinas. Sa likod niya ang mga elitistang barkadahan. Minsan iniisip ko, nagkamali ba ako sa pagsuporta sa Partido Liberal? Sinayang ko ba ang panahon, salapi, at lakas para manalo ang isang pulutong na pinangungunahan ni ABnoy…. Este… PNoy?

Pero demokrasya ito. Nasa akin at sa iyo ang kapangyarihan, hindi sa kanila. Kaya nating baguhin ang lahat. Kumilos, sumulat, magsalita, sumigaw, kumanta, sumayaw! Ano to disco? Pero gawin natin ang lahat upang magbago ang sistema. At higit sa lahat, kung bawat isa sa atin ay magpapakumbaba. Ang lahat ay manalangin sa Diyos na may awa. Tayo’y patatawarin at kanyang pagpapalain ang bayan natin.

May pag-asa pa mga kapatid, kapamilya, kapuso. Kahit naglipana na ang mga hangal, ogag, puta at manyak sa buong bansa, at kahit kakaunti ang mga natirang matitino na mamamayan, may pag-asa pa. Bakit? Iilan lang din naman ang mga katipunero, ang mga rebolusyonaryo at ang mga naniniwalang makakalaya ang Pilipinas? Hindi pa tapos ang laban.  

Fly, thought, on wings of gold;
go settle upon the slopes and the hills,
where, soft and mild, the sweet airs
of our native land smell fragrant!

Greet the banks of the
Jordan
and
Zion's toppled towers...
Oh, my country so beautiful and lost!
Oh, remembrance so dear and so fatal!

Golden harp of the prophetic seers,
why dost thou hang mute upon the willow?
Rekindle our bosom's memories,
and speak to us of times gone by!

Mindful of the fate of
Jerusalem,
give forth a sound of crude lamentation,
or may the Lord inspire you a harmony of voices
which may instill virtue to suffering.