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Purging Pride (The Devil’s Heist)

When I hang on to my ego like I hang for life Devil clinging to me closely cutting like a knife In my effort to preserve myself I lose the fight Spiraling me downwards to a never ending night Before I know it the depression hits. It pulls me away From the ability to hope it’ll be a brighter day Anxiety and fear join me on the road Medicating all the manic highs and the lows I have suffered through the bruises of this back-breaking work Didn’t rest so I got on the brink of going berserk Poured from an empty cup, nothing was left Went through the weaving of the warp and the weft Hail Mary, full of grace Take me out if this deep, dark place Lamenting at the illusion that I cannot rest Forgetting to trust that God’s plan is the best I had to be exhausted to be devoid of the choice To do nothing but rely on God’s will and His voice He said,”you’re getting in your own way by clinging too hard” Just let go and surrender. Hand me your cards So let go I did, albeit reluctantly And I resigned to the depression incessantly But then I tried my hardest to pause and to pray And little by little I could see the light at the end of the day What prevents me from believing in God’s love for me Is the pride and egoistic spirituality That this world forces on you and infects us with sin Surrendering to Him’s the only pathway to win So I remember I’m an athlete and a soldier for Christ And must be disciplined to fight against the devil’s heist To sow fear and shame and rob our hearts of peace A docile, happy rested soul should be what God sees Surrender to God Rid yourself of the ego Surrender to God Rest in Him (written by one of the retreatants during the Holy Triduum Retreat 28-31 March 2024)

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Temple?

        Imagine for a moment that we’re all slaves in a foreign land, our parents, our children, all of us. We’ve never had a day off. We don’t even know what that means. Our slave drivers beat us for the flimsiest of infractions. We’ve seen our parents dishonored & abused. The little we have, our masters steal. Including our women. When they covet a sister, a niece, a wife, they grab her, beat her up, violate her. We get framed & blamed for their offenses, too. And we’ve seen some of our nearest & dearest executed. Imagine this as having been our lot for 5 generations.             Then, imagine a guy named Moses rescuing us. Sent by his God, he says. Lucky for us, his God turns out to be more powerful than the inutil gods we were forced to worship, & by whose names our masters cursed us. This God, however, opened the sea for us, rained down manna, sprang water, freed us! Moses said his God swore never to allow the indignities in Egypt to happen to us ever again. Like, he would be our only God from now on, first of all. We may take at least one day a week to rest now. Our parents would never be dishonored, nor our women coveted & abused. No more killing, stealing, bearing false witness. Moses’ God also swore us to the Ten Commands. They’re actually more like Ten Good News than Ten Commandments!             As you can imagine, sisters & brothers, God’s Law was really that: good news, esp. to a bunch of slaves who had never known true freedom. Alas, generations & generations of rabbis & Temple authorities thereafter, they piled rule upon rule, law upon law, punishment after punishment, all pursuant to the Ten Commandments, they said. Paghuhugas lang ng kamay at paa, may batas na. May mga bawal nang pagkain. Even saying the word, “pig” or “pork” was now forbidden. Bawal na pagsabayin ang dairy at karne sa kainan. Bawal na makipag-usap sa mga babae sa public. Lalo na sa maysakit at maykapansanan. Etc, etc. So, what happened? Well, what once safeguarded life & dignity of freed slaves, were now down to Temple purity versus worldly defilement. The Temple was the nuclear core of Jewish life, the holiest place on earth. But before showing up to God at Temple, make absolutely sure you’re defilement-free, stain-free, impurities-free. Not quite the “free” the Ten Commandments meant once upon a time. Worst, the laws became burdensome esp. for the poor, the sick, the women. Because in order to be that pure before God, you’d have to have the luxury of time to purify. In order to have that luxury of time, your life must not be in survival mode. In order for life to not be in survival mode, you’d have to be earning decently. In other words, this kind of almost absolute Temple purity came easy for the likes of religious & Temple authorities who had the time, the lifestyle, & the means to stay “pure.” Not so for the rest, the overtaxed, struggling rest who were barely scraping by, who were sick, poor, jobless, & not out of free choice. Pero sila pa ang madalas pinararatangang defiled, impure, dirty.             But Jesus wasn’t naïve. Like many Jews, he knew that the religious authorities used Temple purity to their advantage. Their very own historian, Josephus, wrote that Jews at the time called the Temple, “the bazaar of the sons of Annas.” Negosyo! Annas was high priest for a long time; his sons, the Temple treasurers; priests like himself. They & fellow Temple honchos imposed many additional Temple “fees.” Like: fee for inspection of animal sacrifices, to make sure they were unblemished; fee for purification of blemished animals before they were offered up. If you wanted a guaranteed unblemished animal, buy from the Temple vendors. Mas mahal, pero garantisado. Wink-wink. It was also known that the animals sold at Temple were from the flocks of Caiaphas, Annas’ son-in-law & successor as High Priest. All in the family. No wonder Jesus crossed an emotional threshold that day. Hindi na niya matiis. Garapalan na. You could almost see Jesus’ thought-bubble go: “Napakahigpit ninyo sa batas, napakahilig ninyong magmalinis, napakalupit ninyo sa mga dukha at maysakit. Tapos ito? Negosyo. In my Father’s house! In the very house of God!” In effect, the Temple authorities had brought Egypt back. But this time, w/ a new version of idolatry & covetousness, a subtler kind of killing, stealing, & adulterated-ness. They were defiling the Temple, in other words. But they shrouded it under fine white robes.             Sisters & brothers, 1st of all, we want to always remember that whatever rules, doctrines, laws we have in Catholic Faith—we must always be able to trace it back to Jesus: his goodness & kindness, his openness & inclusivity, his care for the poor, the marginalized. The moment we start practicing our Faith such that we become ruthless & self-righteous, elitist & exclusivist, & uncaring & indifferent to the poor, then we’ve turned into slave masters. But God is a freeing God & his Law is freeing law. God is a Good News God & his Law is Good News Law. Once we turn that Law into something burdening, demeaning, & Bad News for others, we can be sure we’re worshiping not God, but a Pharaoh made in our image & likeness.             Second, do you sometimes notice, sisters & brothers, that people who are uber-rigid about moral purity, religiosity, chastity, sexuality, to the point of ruthlessness & bigotry—they’re the ones eventually exposed for their hidden perversions, do you notice? The Padre Damasos of this world, the Larry Craigs, the Marcial Maciels (not to mention, the guy in my hometown claiming to be “the appointed son of God”). May katotohanan talaga ‘yung sinasabi:ang labis-labis magmalinis, may tago-tagong pagkalihis.             In these two more weeks of Lent, sisters & brothers, we beg that God continue to give

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Exposed | Mark 1:29-39

“They brought to him all who were ill or possessed by demons.” The Jews didn’t see those two as separate, you know. If you were ill at that time, disabled, or behaviorally aberrant, a demon was possessing you & God was punishing you at the same time, pure & simple. The more serious your affliction, the graver your sin. It’s absurd, even funny, to assume that these days. Imagine, kung trinangkaso ka, o sinisikmura, o inatake sa puso, ay, dinedemonyo ka kasi may kasalanan kang ginawa. But in Israel, people took that for granted.             Must’ve been a sight to behold, sisters & brothers: the whole town gathered at the door, the Gospel says, at evening after sunset; Jesus laying hands upon head after head; Jesus whispering into ear after ear, “Come out of this man, this poor child, this mother;” muted gasps of surprise & joy, watered by tears.             Sisters & brothers, did Jesus himself believe that illness & disability were sin & demon-driven? Well, since he was a very devout Jew, he must’ve. At the back of his head, he must’ve seen the afflicted as sinners, sure. But that was why he knew that people came for healing because they wanted to be forgiven. And Jesus honored that. There was no illness so severe Jesus couldn’t heal it. Therefore, there was no sin so grave, he refused to forgive it. How could he refuse? If the blind weren’t led in or the paralyzed carried over, they limped, hobbled, or crawled to him, after dark! They were desperate for God’s forgiveness. Well, it was cooler at night, for sure. But I bet, the darkness was also a friendly shroud from public attention & shame. May sakit ka na nga, kahihiyan ka pa sa lipunan. Sa imagination ko tuloy, parang naging confessional box ‘yung bahay kung saan naro’n si Hesus. People came in the dark to expose their demons to the Light…of the World, & exposing them, to be rid of them. Even if only to Jesus & to their fellow sinners in what was to be the last darkest night of their lives because tomorrow would be a brand new day.             Speaking of exposing demons, a little challenge I often face as a confessor is when some penitents end up exposing not their own “demons,” but their demon of a mother-in-law, their demon of a neighbor, ang demonyong ex-husband, etc. I’m sure they’re not initially aware of it. The sacrament of reconciliation, after all, should be safe space for unburdening. But I’d had to verrrry gently remind them, that since this was their confession (I mean, “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned,”) it’s our demons we want exposed & dealt with. And it’s very funny because after saying that, & asking, “So, what sins do we wish to confess today po?” Some end up saying, “Umm, wala naman ako masyadong kasalanan, Father!”             Speaking of not exposing their own demons, the 5 CEO’s of social media were grilled by the US Senate 3 days ago. Did you see some clips? They were made to answer for online negligence that bled into runaway sextortion, drug dealing, sexual predation, peddling of unrealistic beauty standards which triggered depression, eating disorders, & most tragically, suicide…of youth. Perfect examples of illness & disabilities caused by sin, if I may say so. Despite their own employees sounding alarms, the CEOs put them on mute. Zuckerberg, for one, refused recommendations to hire more employees who could code stricter guardrails & algorithms for young users. And when a senator asked him, “Have you compensated any of the victims? Don’t you think they deserve compensation for what your platform has done? Are you willing to set up a fund from your own money, you’re a billionaire, to compensate these people?” Zuckerberg? Silence…that screamed no. His apology a few moments later was too little, too late, & limp. Another senator asked the CEOs one by one if they would support the Earn It Act which incriminates tech companies complicit in child sex abuse & exploitation. It was unbelievable. They all answered with a spin. ‘Yun bang sagot-pulitiko. Smooth-spoken, silver-tongued, sounding like a yes. But it was really, “No.” The image in my head was a stone wall painted with a delightful nature scene.             The platforms that enlighten our minds, through the gadgets that light up our faces—they also traffic darkness. We, grown-ups, have often fallen for the dark that dresses up as light. Can you imagine the youth, how much more readily, more gladly they can be deceived? Incidentally, how long does it take our kids to look away from their gadgets when we want their attention? If they don’t, do we insist that they do? Or do we just say, “Oh, I’ll leave them alone. At least they’re not noisy, making a mess, strangling each other, so I can work in peace & quiet”? In the peace & quiet of our homes where we & our kids no longer talk much, whom are we listening to? Who’s got our full & unflinching attention? See, sisters & brothers, whether in Senate halls, billionaire’s suites, or just our humble homes, it’s really true: evil’s enduring modus operandi is deception. That’s what makes us sin in ways that make us sick. But when darkness falls, we already know where to go. We already know whom to seek. Doesn’t matter if we limp over, hobble, or crawl. We just go. For there is no illness he cannot heal, no emptiness he cannot nourish, no sin he will not forgive. We just have to look away from our gadgets & go.   Homily delivered by Fr. Arnel Aquino, SJ 5th Sunday in Ordinary Time Cenacle Retreat House

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Story

The story of Christmas opens with history, an actual census ordered by Caesar Augustus, during the time when Quirinius was governor of Syria. It closes with a tale of an angel telling shepherds of the nightwatch to go see for themselves “an infant wrapped in swaddling clothes and lying in a manger.” The story of tonight is bookended by the truth of history and the truth of heaven. It starts with people moving to be enrolled because of a political decision and ends with the heavenly host rejoicing over God’s decision to enroll himself into our history. Quirinius we will not dispute. But when we hear of heavenlies talking at night, proclaiming, “Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests”, we wonder if Christmas is just some made up story we tell each other to distract or numb ourselves from the heartbreak of this world. And yet, the evangelist Luke, the story teller, takes pains to bookend the Christmas story with accounts from history and from something that is more than just fantasy. The wood of the manger foreshadows the wood of the cross. The birth in a stable at the margins of the city anticipates the death on a hill outside the walls. The swaddling cloths that wrap the infant prefigure the strips of burial linen in the empty tomb. The light of the Nativity is not without the darkness of the Passion. Mary’s tears are of happiness and sorrow. The Child has her eyes. Her tears are his as well. On this night, the stain of her blood on the earth is the same stain from the blood of the Lamb of God, the very stain which marks us for deliverance. Soon after, this family will be on the run, living as refugees in fear, fleeing to Egypt to escape the murderous wrath of a delusional king. So much for fantasy, this story. We are here tonight not just because of the inertia of tradition. We gather not out of obligation. We are here because we believe the story. We are here because this Child is true. And we believe his light to be the one light that shines in this “land of gloom”, the only light that outlasts the darkness outside. We do not deny that the darkness disheartens us. We confess how lost and afraid we are. We’ve had our share of delusional kings and their murderous greed in this country. We have witnessed how hatred and bigotry continue to shed the blood of the innocent. We have been distressed by the brazen distortion of truth and justice by those in power. The callousness terrifies us. Despite all this however, we will not let fear and desolation take hold. We will still celebrate this night of Christmas because we know it is amid terrifying darkness that God comes to us. And so before the wood of the manger and cross, we will dare to believe again in him who stays with us in the dark. We will dare to believe in him who is true. We will love again because only love can endure the night. Like the Christmas story, our own life stories are bookended by the truth of history and the truth of heaven. All throughout our lives, there will be enrollments to keep us moving from place to place. And angels as well, telling us not to be afraid, urging us to please go see for ourselves this infant wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger. There will be tears of happiness and sorrow, swaddling cloths of tenderness and loss, moments of gladness and silence. At the close of our stories, perhaps we will be caroled too by some heavenlies proclaiming glory to God in the highest, and peace to all on whom his love rests. Wishful thinking and fantasy? Not really. We know the story. And we believe God’s story.   Homily delivered by Fr.  Jose Ramon (Jett) T. Villarin SJ Christmas Eve Mass Cenacle Retreat House 24 December 2023

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Narcissists | Matthew 23:1-12

Psychologists can now distinguish 8 different kinds of narcissists, can you imagine? Eight! Let’s talk about 4 that are most familiar to us. First, the grandiose narcissists. Grandiose narcissists are your garden variety blow-hard, mayabang, mahangin. Their self-references are tireless & tiresome. They constantly trumpet their accomplishments & namedrop a lot. “CEO this, rich man that, socialite couple this invited me, sought me for advice, asked me for help,” all that. They brag about trips abroad, showcase their latest designer purchases. And if you talk about yours, you find yourself “politely” one-upped. Grandiose narcissists, the imeldifics, are arrogant, flamboyant, & hopelessly competitive. Second, malignant narcissists. One time, a student begrudged me the grade I gave him in theology. He was best in Philosophy daw back in college seminary in the province, & getting a B in my theology course was insulting. For the next 3 years, he became legendary for rarely missing a chance to bad-mouth me to fellow seminarians. He’d even dissuade them from enrolling in the courses I teach, can you imagine? Malignant narcissists are everything that grandiose narcissists are, but with value-added: venom. They vilify whoever they perceive undervalues them. So, they hatch rumors, lie, manipulate information; anything to defame the enemy & quash the competition. To help their cause, they cozy up to the authorities with favors & flattery. Third, covert narcissists. A little harder to detect because they self-report as victims. They bemoan that their bosses/superiors don’t trust them, peers undervalue them. They’re always sidelined, passed over, ignored. But listen a bit further & the real sound byte comes along: “I would’ve been the better choice. I’m the best one who could’ve done the job. I’m smarter & more experienced than anyone here. May favoritism kasi dito, so, I’m grossly unappreciated. But don’t ever come asking me for help when things go bad.” Very strangely, covert narcissists play lament & persecution as the musical score for their self-aggrandizement. Fourth, communal narcissists: the altruistic, charitable type. They support orphanages, feeding programs, relief work. They raise funds for seminaries & churches. If you really think about it, they’re not any more helpful or more compassionate than the next person. But they want to be seen & heard that way. Communal narcissists project an image of kindness, self-sacrifice, & love for the poor. But at their core, it’s really about attention-seeking, impression management. At their worst, they push their weight around & manipulate decision makers to achieve their own aims. But since their clarion call is service, no one blows the whistle on their vanity. In today’s Gospel, Jesus calls out the Pharisees & scribes for their narcissism. “They perform all their works to be seen (pakitang tao lang daw). They widen their phylacteries & lengthen their tassels (para mapansin na tapat sila sa batas ng Diyos). They love places of honor at banquets (mga senyoritong pinagsisilbihan), seats of honor in synagogues, greetings in marketplaces, & being called ‘Rabbi’” (donor, celebrity, titulado). There’s also a certain malignancy to them because “they preach but not practice (and) tie up heavy burdens & lay them on people’s shoulders, but they will not lift a finger to help them.” ‘Yun talaga ang delikado: religious narcissism; because we can hide behind a good & holy cause: God! But it feels exhilarating because we have a captive audience: the community. We have a stage: the altar. We have a theater: the church. We have shoulder-to-shoulder friends: kura paroko, bishop, cardinal. And look! Look at the people we’ve helped, people who thank us & need us & pray for us: the poor, the scholars, the ill, the priests, nuns, seminarians! Don’t get me wrong, religious narcissists are highly accomplished. We cannot diminish their contributions. They’re pretty apparent, beneficial, & we keep turning to them in our hour of need. But the self-importance, the backdoor manipulation, the self-imposition & self-promotion. It all comes down to me, myself, & I, “but all for God & the salvation of my soul.” Which brings us to the probably reason why narcissists are the way they are. Unless there are minions, they feel terribly alone. Unless there are spectators, they feel invisible. Unless there’s an audience, they feel unheard; worse, unheard of. Unless they prove themselves, they feel worthless. In other words, their locus of self-esteem is entirely external. Be visible & loud. Let it all be public & larger than life. Otherwise, their innermost self, gapes with unbearable, unbelievable emptiness. You know, sisters & brothers, Jesus might’ve been able to reform the hierarchs much sooner & more efficiently were he born to a priestly family & became a Temple authority, or if he became a rabbi, Sadducee, Pharisee himself. ‘Yun bang taong may sinasabi sa lipunan at simbahan. But Jesus was born an ordinary Jew, to a poor family who schooled & raised him to goodness & love of God. Artisan like his dad, he built & fixed things for more than half his life. In his final 3 years, he built & fixed people. He was more credible than all the rabbis, wiser than all the prophets, mightier than all the kings put together. But never once do we hear him self-refer as rabbi, prophet, or even son of God. Instead, what did Jesus call himself, sisters & brothers? Son of man. In bible-speak, what’s that mean: son of man? A person. A regular, typical, ordinary, simple person. A guy. Guy from Nazareth. A guy whose simplicity, humility, & poverty, & whose enormous power & great love put the narcissists to shame. Homily delivered by Fr. Arnel Aquino, SJ 31st Sunday in Ordinary Time Cenacle Retreat House 4 November 2023 (Anticipated Sunday Mass)

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30th Sunday in Ordinary Time

“God created human beings to praise, reverence and serve God and by doing this, to save their souls.” Anyone who has made the Spiritual Exercises of St. Ignatius will recognize that right away as the preliminary prayer of the Saint or what he calls the first principle and foundation. I have to admit though that when I first encountered that, I was taken aback and misunderstood it. I reacted negatively. I thought, this God of Ignatius was so needful of attention. He created human beings just so they can praise, worship and serve him like slaves. Isn’t he being too narcissistic, too egoistic and too self-referential. Of course, now I know better. As they say, I am older and wiser. I remember all this, my initial incursions into the spiritual exercises, because of the Gospel we’ve read today. Jesus tells us that the greatest commandment is to love God with everything we’ve got. And the second one is to love our neighbor as we love ourselves. Like many, I have had no problem with the second one. As a social activist in my youth, I have always advocated for love of neighbor in terms of social justice, basic services for the poor, human rights, etc. And as for the first one, the greatest commandment, I have always seen it from the viewpoint of the second one. You love God whom you do not see in your neighbor whom you see. But a Jesuit early on corrected me. No. You have to take on God separately. Yes, you find him in his creatures but he is more than your neighbor and creation. You seek him out in prayer, in silence, in the Bible, in the sacraments, in his daily engagements with you. And so, as Jesus tells us today, you have to love God, as he is, for who he is, in himself. That is settled. God is an entity unto himself, and must be reckoned with, as it were, in his own terms. But still I struggle with the order of priority. Why is loving him the greatest of all commandments. In other words, why should he go first? Why should we love him first? I have a friend. He got married to a beautiful and loving wife and they had three children. I had never seen him so happy, so contented with his life. And he would say that literally. He had a perfect wife, a perfect life. Admittedly though, God was not part of that life, except for the routinary Sunday mass. He was never spiritual or religious, but he was nonetheless a very kind and generous person. But one day, his wife got terribly sick, and in just a few months, passed away. My friend understandably went through depression; but when I spoke with him after some time, he said, only when his wife had passed away that he discovered God, that life was this enormous mystery bigger than himself, his wife, his family, and at the center of all of that is God. He thought life ended when he lost his wife; but it continued, life, love continued. Because God remains, he said. What my friend discovered or realized is what philosophers have been telling us about God. God is the very ground of everything. He is being itself, life itself, beauty itself, love itself. And creatures like us only participate in God’s very life. And so to understand ourselves, our world, we must deal with him, with mystery. And that is the reason why he comes first. When Jesus tells us to love God first, it sounds a command, an order, a summons. In fact, as many of us know as we get older, he is merely sharing with us the deep truth about our lives. We love God first, because he is at the center, the core of our very lives, our very selves, our very existence. He is alpha and omega. He is not one other being competing for our love, but Being itself, life itself, love itself.   Homily delivered by Fr. Emmanuel “Nono” Alfonso, SJ 30th Sunday in Ordinary Time 29 October 2023 Cenacle Retreat House

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Cornerstone (Matthew 21:33-43)

You know how difficult it is to enter Ateneo, right? It’s legendary now. These past months, there’s been regular turnover of new guards at the gates. So, all faces are unfamiliar to them including ours, campus residents. So, whether we’re in a car or on foot, we also get stopped & scrutinized, understandably. It’s their job. They’re just doing what they’re ordered to do. But it can get exasperating, esp. when you’re in a rush. So, I confess, dear sisters & brothers, if with embarrassment, that when I was stopped at the gate a third time, I came this close to blurting out, “Alam mo hijo, hindi ka pa pinapanganak, dito na ako nakatira,” out of sheer exasperation. Or is it…out of entitlement? I think it’s fair to say that most of us are host to this lurking germ in our egos: the sense of entitlement. I’ve seen entitlement not just among the rich, by the way, but also among the poor; not just in bosses & administrators, but also down rank & file & union members; not just in lay communities, but also in religious congregations. It comes in differing degrees. There’s entitlement that’s fleeting & harmless. But there’s one that’s enduring, scheming, & nasty—a lifestyle. In first century Israel, there was no such thing as a “Jewish landowner” because Caesar owned Israel & all its lands. “Landowners” were really Caesar’s cronies. They had to pay tribute to Caesar. So, they leased the lands to tenants & charged rent. To be chosen as a tenant was a huge blessing esp. at a time when Jews languished in poverty. A tenant earned not just a salary, but also a share in the harvest. For a master to leave his property to tenants was an act of enormous trust & empowerment. Pero ‘yun nga ang problema natin ‘di ba? With great power comes not just responsibility, but also entitlement. So, the tenants in today’s parable go from grateful to greedy, from blessed to malevolent to murderous, from untitled to entitled. Among many causes of entitlement today, the three most common I’ve seen are: (a) “This place & the people here owe me for bringing us all to where we are now;” (b) “I’m a survivor of humble & persecuted beginnings; I owe my success only to myself & to people loyal to me;” & (c) “I will never be bullied or poor or ugly again.” As a result, the entitled believe they’re exempt from rules, from correction, from vows. They regard higher authority as also beholden to them. They groom yes-men to perpetuate their power. And worst of all, as they ingratiate themselves with patrons & benefactors, they scheme to silence their critics & quash perceived competitors. I guess, underneath the sense of entitlement lies the sense of ungratefulness. Kapag mapagpasalamat tayo, nakakaala tayo kung saan tayo galing noong tayo’y nabiyayaan. When we’re ungrateful, we forget. We forget what we basically & still share w/ everybody else: creaturehood, na tayong lahat nilalang ng Diyos, pero hindi tayo Diyos. Na lahat ng kabutihan, kayamanan, at kapangyarihang ikinagagalak natin at ipinagdiriwang natin ngayon, ang Diyos ang nagmamay-ari at nagkaloob, hindi tayo. Tayo’y pinahiraman lamang. Nangungupahan lamang, tenants. All power & position, plus the prestige, praises, & possessions along with them, may expiration date lahat ‘yan. Eventually, we’re x-ed: ex-president, ex-vice-president, ex-consultor, ex-fundraiser. How much people miss having us around, or how relieved they are that we’re finished & gone from their lives—that might be a good gauge of where we fall on the entitlement seismograph. Sisters & brothers, a cornerstone is a fascinating piece of architecture. For centuries, it was the first stone set in position before any construction of a temple, palace, or cathedral went underway. The cornerstone was once a huge, unshapely, quarried boulder. Then, it was carefully measured & painstakingly carved until a magnificently beautiful block emerged. The size & shape of the cornerstone determined the size & shape of the rest of the stones for building. The cornerstone was placed with deliberate precision because it defined the orientation of the whole building. Artisans set cornerstones according to the advice of astrologers. They believed heavenly bodies regulated human life, fortune, & success; as well as failure, misfortune, & death. So, not only was the cornerstone structural & architectonic, it was mystical & prophetic. When the temple, palace, or cathedral is up & running, we don’t really pay much attention to the cornerstone anymore, do we? Oh, we marvel at memorial stone at the doorway, all shiny, ceremonial, & screaming, “me, me, me.” But the cornerstone? It sits in a corner outside, as it quietly carries all the weight, the orientation, the direction, & the history of everything that presses & bears upon it. How do we guard & restrain ourselves from being a self-absorbed, gaudy, entitled, imeldific memorial stone? Maybe we can beg our Father to always remind us of our Cornerstone. For upon his shoulders, he carries all our weight. From where he stands, sets our orientation. From where he walks, charts our course. From his rejection by the builders, his suffering & death, he retells our histories & heals them. So, if we really think about it, we actually don’t need much entitlement… any more than we’ve already been richly, constantly, lovingly blessed. And we already have a title. Mga anak ng Diyos; children of God.   Homily delivered by Fr. Arnel Aquino, SJ on the 27th Sunday in Ordinary Time 8 October 2023 Cenacle Retreat House

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The Third and Fourth Sons in the Parable of the Two Sons

To Pray on and Ponder: Matthew 21, 28-32 In the Gospel of Matthew, Jesus recounts the very short parable of two sons–one who seemed unfaithful in his words, but ultimately followed his father’s instruction, while the other seemed faithful in words and even quick to say “yes!” yet, ultimately did not obey the very words he said “yes” to. One may argue that the one who proved faithful was the son who carried out his fathers’ instructions despite the initial resistance. Yet I am moved to include the storyteller, Jesus among the sons we are called notice. And of course in Jesus, we find a third Son who is faithful both in word and in deed and in whose love we can incline our hearts so that by our loving contemplation of him, some of the fidelity and obedience may rub in on us. Well, if you wish, we can consider ourselves the fourth child. While the parable as a story recounts of two sons and their respective dispositions, the parable as narrative has the third son, Jesus, as the narrator of the parable who is the faithful one both in word and deed, and we, the narratees, the ones to whom Jesus addresses the parable now as the fourth child whose response has yet to come to light. In the first place, contemplating Jesus, we can learn trust and surrender. After all, people who would tend to resist at first instance and block off the deepening love relationship probably have things to defend or have need for a clear map on how to proceed where a genuine loving relationship have no clear maps to help us navigate. Trust and surrender asks from us a leap of faith, an opening to vulnerability with only the assurance that God loves and God cares to draw us and confirm us in a more complete self-gift. Secondly, contemplating Jesus, we can learn to befriend mystery and to open ourselves to a God who resists any form of reduction or idolatry. God draws us closer to Godself, yet he will resist any attempt from us to put him in a box so we may fully understand him and take a hold of him. God as Truth has made Godself knowable and accessible to us, yet not completely. As with the Greek’s notion of truth as “aletheia” God as Truth reveals Godself to us even as God hides Godself in dark mystery as well, so that even in finding God here and there, we thirst for more and continue seeking him out. There’s more to know about God and ourselves. Finally, contemplating Jesus, we can learn obedience through sacrifice. Alas, the self-gift and self-surrender are not without cost. We learn obedience by sacrifice. Our love deepens as our offering of self becomes more serious and of value and consequence. As we die more and more of ourselves, we proclaim by our dying that God is more and more to us. What John the Baptist proclaimed becomes truer in us: “I must decrease, so he may increase!” so that in due time we can honestly proclaim as with St. Paul: “It is Jesus and not I who lives in me.” And so this third Son who is faithful in words and deeds, faithful in fact in everything in his life, will become the very spirit of our own life. We ask especially as we journey along the last leg of our Liturgy’s Ordinary time, that Christ our Lord may continue to reveal himself to us, and allow this kind of fidelity to spring forth and take root in us and our communities. So the we, the 4th child in this parable, may indeed become faithful children in word and in deed. God Bless! Homily delivered by Fr. Victor Baltazar, SJ 26th Sunday in Ordinary Time 1 October 2023  

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Ouch

Matthew 16:21-27 My friend told me this story when she came for a visit last month. There’s this theology professor in her school; famous, published, often quoted, but feared. He’s that type who knows he’s good. But he has ways of reminding you that he is, ‘yung ganong klase. And you know how people like that can be, right? Takes little to irk them, they’re catty & sarcastic, they don’t hesitate to show that they have more important things to do than entertain your opinion or answer your stupid question, & all that. One day, one of the professor’s students asked for a deadline extension for his paper. The kid was just recovering from an injury due to an accident. Well, Professor X, true to form, wouldn’t budge. He was catty, sarcastic, & dismissive. After being needlessly lectured, the student finally said, “You know what, professor, you’re a (jerk).” (He actually used another word that begins with an “A,” but it’s not appropriate in church.) Professor X stopped dead, shocked. First time someone made him aware of what everybody already thought & said of him but were too afraid say so: that he may be an accomplished academic, but he was just a big, self-absorbed, arrogant jerk (not the actual word). After telling me the story, my friend said, “This reminds me of what my therapist told me one time: a jerk stays a jerk until somebody says ouch.”       I’ve read & heard today’s Gospel as many times as you have. But funny that it’s only now I notice it: the word “show.” “Jesus began to show his disciples that he must go to Jerusalem, suffer greatly from (the religious authorities), be killed, & be raised.” Now I’m wondering: how might Jesus have shown that he must go to Jerusalem w/ full knowledge of the risk of death? Ano, hindi kaya siya mapakali? Lagi kaya siyang balisa? Madalas kaya siyang nakatingin sa malayo na malalim na iniisip? Mabilis kaya siyang mainis? But more importantly, sisters & brothers, what was he thinking of doing in Jerusalem so bad, that that it showed? If he was going back there to preach & heal, well, he did that every day, uneventfully. So, nothing extraordinary would’ve shown in Jesus’ behavior if that was the only thing he planned on doing. But he must’ve felt in his bones: this “trip to Jerusalem” wasn’t going to be the parlor game of musical chairs. It might just be his last journey. Now that would’ve shown, wouldn’t it? So, what was he thinking of doing that he knew would likely seal his fate for good? I can only think of one thing: cleansing the Temple. Jesus was going to finally say ouch. When Jesus marches to Jerusalem, he will carry in his heart all the names & faces of people whom the religious authorities have disregarded, ostracized, separated—all because of their wrong interpretation of God’s Law; their elitist, discriminatory, ritualistic, formalistic, anti-poor, wrong interpretation of God’s Law. What better place to bring the people’s ouch but the Temple? The beating heart of Israel’s faith. The dwelling place of Adonai…which the authorities had long been cashing in on, stealing from, & milking. Kasi ang daming pumapasok na pera at mga alay. But Jesus knows, when he says ouch, no, when he shows his ouch, the holy authorities may just pounce on him this time, until ouch he can say no more. “Say what you want about us, Jesus of Nazareth,” I could almost hear the Pharisees & Sadducees think, “But don’t you ever touch our money & power.” I’m not on any social media except maybe the classroom & church which I consider social media anyway. So, I ask my younger Jesuit brothers, “May umaaray na ba sa social media tunkol sa (pagka-inutil) ng mga pinuno natin sa pagtaas ng presyo ng mga bilihin?” “Meron naman, Father. Marami na.” “E d’un sa mga napakong pangako nung eleksyon, at d’un sa Department of Agriculture, the beating heart of the poor’s problems today (or, more like the heart that stopped beating), may nag-che-chest-pain na ba, may umaaray na?” “Meron, Father. Marami na.” I wonder who, like our Lord, is going to finally take one for the team. Who’s going to march to Jerusalem to carry all the poor’s ouches, & take one for the team? Come to think of it, uso pa ba ‘yon, ‘yung taking one for the team? May mga bayani pa ba? That’s what a hero is, ‘di ba? Someone who takes up all the ouches of the poor & the wounded, & takes one for them. Dear sisters & brothers, you & I are no strangers to taking up our cross, aren’t we? We’ve willingly endured many sacrifices for people, institutions, the vocation we love. But, see, when Jesus said, “whoever wishes to come after me must deny themselves, take up their cross, & follow me,” he said it during & within a very specific context; the context in which he was about to march up to the holy bullies & say ouch to them & take one for the team. That’s the kind of cross that Jesus was talking about during & within that particular context. In other words, “Sinong gustong sumama?” That was the unsaid question. “Anyone want to come?” “God forbid, Lord, no such thing shall ever happen to you.” So, wala. Walang gustong sumama. Walang gustong sumama para umaray. When was the last time you had the courage to say your ouch to someone? What happened to you after that? Sharing tayo? May ouch story din ako & boy, the consequences were awful & long-drawn. But the Lord & my closest friends knew I told only the naked truth. Anyway, sisters & brothers, since time immemorial as you can see, a jerk remains a jerk until somebody says ouch. I continue to pray to God: “Please, God, send us an oucher & deliver us from more jerks.” Homily delivered

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Transfiguration

In graduate studies, we were a big community of 8 houses. One day, a Mexican Jesuit ran back to our house & said, “The American scholastics are going from house to house, removing non-metal vessels from the chapels.” We were an international community. From their native cultures, Jesuits brought back chalices, ciboria, patens made of ceramic, clay, stone, wood, all exquisitely crafted & sublimely designed. For some strange reason, the American scholastics went on this zealous purge of non-metal vessels one fine day, leaving only the usual silver & gold. The Roman Missal instructions do say that metal vessels are preferred. But they allow vessels of other materials, so long as they don’t easily corrupt. Either the zealous scholastics read past the rules they didn’t like, or, they didn’t do their homework. I had asked myself, if Jesus were physically there that day, how would he have countenanced this purge & his person & message & ministry? The recent proposal to forbid you, mass goers, from doing the orans (praying) posture in the Ama Namin bewildered me. Biblically & theologically, the Our Father is a prayer of petition from start to finish. In its entirety, it expresses our desperate dependence on God for everything. I love that we Filipinos physicalize this dependence, if only w/ our hands, & if only in one part of the mass. After all, nothing in Scripture, Tradition, & Magisterium forbids us from assuming such harmless, sinless, yet sincere, & very human posture…of begging. So, I had asked myself, if Jesus were physically there that day, how relevant was this proposal to his person & message & ministry? In the Transfiguration, God showed in no uncertain terms that his Son was the fulfillment of the Law & the Prophets represented by Moses & Elijah. See, sisters & brothers, the phrase “the Law & the Prophets,” that was the catch-all term for Israel’s entire religious tradition based on hundreds of rules pursuant to the 10 Commandments. These rules governed a Jew right from when one got up at sunrise to one’s last wakeful moment after sunset: what to pray, how to wash, whom to avoid, what to not touch, what sacrifices to burn, how often to show up at synagogue, etc., etc. But in the Transfiguration, God showed that the Law & the Prophets were not just rules inked on sacred parchment. The Law & the Prophets was a Person, w/ a beating heart, w/ hands that touched, held, & healed, w/ breath that gave life, w/ a body that blended in esp. with the poor. So, from here forward, whatever law you obeyed, whatever prophecy you were told, all of it must mirror how God’s beloved Son obeyed them. Contrary to popular thinking, Jesus did not violate an iota of the Law & the Prophets. He fulfilled them the way God meant them fulfilled. How? With utmost care, attention, & priority to the human persons & their desperate need for a better life & their longing for God No wonder God promptly said, “This is my beloved son. Listen to him.” Meaning: “My son shows you how I want the Law & the Prophets obeyed.” Listen to him daw, sisters & brothers; to his Son. Alam na alam kasi ng Diyos that when we make ourselves the norm of the law, we tend to listen only to ourselves. The next thing we know—we’ve become harsh on others, & yet, lenient on ourselves. We impose the letter of the law on others, & yet, we invoke the spirit of the law as an alibi when we violate it. Worst, when we presume to be the norm of God’s law, we become quite exclusivistic, bigoted, holier-than-thou, & dismissive of the poor, na para bang sinosolo natin ang Diyos. Exactly what became of the Pharisees & the Sadducees. What did they do? They set themselves as the norm for how people must obey the Law. You could almost hear them say, “Become like us! Transfigure yourselves!” To Jesus’ eyes, though, they really disfigured the image of God into a ritualistic, legalistic, formalistic, moralistic deity. Ever the karpintero, Jesus went about fixing what the hierarchs disfigured. So, he told eye-opening parables about God. He extended God’s touch in all his healings. He connected people to God & with each other by teaching them to call God, “Father.” He forgave sins. So, in a miracle filled with light, God showed Peter, James, & John his face…in the face of his Son. “This is my beloved Son who pleases me. Listen to him. For he is the norm, the image & likeness of how I want you to understand, to interpret, & to operationalize…ME.” Sisters & brothers, never mind non-metal chalices, or whether the lay should or shouldn’t assume the orans along w/ the priest during Ama Namin, or whether we should receive communion w/ our hands or w/ our mouths. Our Church has more compelling issues that need our study, our discernment, our decision-making, & our constant praying. Artificial Intelligence, gender diversity, Evangelical & Pentecostal church expansion, Mother Earth’s moan & groan…these & so much more…they demand new eyes & ears, new hearts & mindsets from us Catholics. For us to see Jesus’ countenance & hear Jesus’ voice through all of these bewildering realities, we must be Transfigured, anew, afresh, & unafraid.   Homily delivered by Fr. Arnel Aquino, SJ 18th Sunday in Ordinary Time Cenacle Retreat House

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