Showing posts with label Spirituality. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Spirituality. Show all posts

Thursday, May 29, 2008

"When God Doesn't Make Sense"

Let go and let God.



That's a powerful adage. Why? Because you think it's easy but actually it's not. It's hard letting go of everything that you think you can and should do. Even if, in the end, it's better to let God's will be.

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Didache, May 29 '08

Then I read a book entitled, When God Doesn’t Make Sense. There, the author shared how trees grow. The roots of trees planted in arid land tend to deeply stretch out to seek water for nourishment. And because of this, flood waters can’t easily uproot it, unlike a tree planted in rich soil.


That's a good title: When God Doesn't Make Sense. Perhaps you've asked, even for once in your life, how God makes sense out of all the catastrophes around and within us. But what is "sense"? Is it us who makes sense out of things? Or what if God also wonders how we don't make sense? Haha.

Thursday, December 6, 2007

God's TV

I'm looking out from our office's window and I can see through the offices at the building in front since they're lighted.

Funny how I can see the people there, sitting or walking around. Someone brushing her hair and using her glass pane as mirror. Perhaps she sees me looking at her, perhaps not.

I remember one of Bo's articles telling about God having a great time watching us in His TV. By seeing through the offices in front, it's like having different lives showcased in multiple TVs. Perhaps God has this kind of high-tech stuff to peer in our lives.

Now He sees me blogging despite having tons of work to do still. But I know that He knows this is just me relaxing from a stressed-out day.

How about you? What does God see in you?

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

Share: The Dash

The Dash
Linda Ellis

I read of a man who stood to speak
at the funeral of his friend.
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
from the beginning...to the end.

He noted that first came the date of her birth
and spoke of the second with tears,
but he said that what mattered most of all
was the dash between those years.

For that dash represents all the time
that she spent alive on earth,
and now only those who loved her
know what that little line is worth.

For it matters not, how much we own;
the cars, the house, the cash.
What matters is how we live and love
and how we spend our dash.

So think about this long and hard,
are there things you'd like to change?
For you never know how much time is left.
(You could be at "dash mid-range.")

If we could just slow down enough
to considerwhat's true and real,
and always try to understand
the way other people feel.

And...be less quick to anger,
and show appreciation more
and love the people in our lives
like we've never loved before.

If we treat each other with respect,
and more often wear a smile,
remembering that this special dash
might only last a little while.

So, when your eulogy is being read
with your life's actions to rehash...
would you be pleased with the things they have to say
about how you spent your dash?


Related Links:
  • The Dash Movie. A touching presentation of the poem with beautiful landscapes.
  • The Dash Story. Linda Ellis recounts the inspiration behind the poem.

Thursday, October 11, 2007

Toxic Faith

Bo explains in his article "Get Rid of Toxic Faith" what toxic faith is and what it could do to you. You might feel that your faith is intact and okay but are you really sure?

Five Symptoms of Toxic Faith
  1. You have a Distorted Image of God: He’s Judgmental
  2. You have a Distorted Faithfulness: You’re Legalistic
  3. You have a Distorted Image of Self: You Feel Condemned
  4. You have a Distorted Faith: You Practice Hyper-Faith
  5. You have a Distorted Faith System: You’re Spiritually Abused


Read the article for further understanding. Go, read! Hehe.

God bless. Happy (long) weekend! (Yay! ^_^)

Thursday, September 13, 2007

The Amazing Gust of Wind

Last Thursday evening, Nhut and I had our usual debate in the apartment. The night (and a block of Sans Rival each) had us intoxicated with a whirlwind of ideas. (The Sans Rival is another story for that matter.)

So going back to that night, our debate went on to a higher level until we got to our life purpose and spirituality. We both have different plans in our lives. Different dreams. Different perspectives. Different thoughts on life fulfillment. We even have different ways of communicating and relating with God.

But after the long discussion, we finally agreed on one end purpose: to be with God. I can't even find the right words to describe it up to this day but we understood each other perfectly. Perhaps my closest definition is: Siya ang aming kasiyahan at hangad namin ang mapasaya Siya. (Our happiness is in God and we aspire to make Him happy.) But that's not just the whole of it. Ugh, so difficult to enunciate.

Until I read this from the Bible and shared it with Nhut:


Psalm 42, 2
As the deer longs for streams of water, so my soul longs for You, o God.


So true. We absolutely understand and agree with the text.

Afterwards, we finally set down to sleep. I thanked God for the wonderful overwhelming combination of love, joy and enlightenment.

A few minutes later, a strong gust of wind toppled the pillow on my feet and I was awakened. I saw Nhut on her feet also, asking me if I felt that, too. Her sheets were overturned by the wind, which came from nowhere. She turned on the lights and looked outside, noticed that no breeze was passing by. There were no movement of trees or cables by the wind. Where did the wind come from then?

To tell you how amazing what happened, there was no sure way that the wind can topple my pillow because it was positioned at the left side of the open window, not directly. What I felt was a swift twisting swooping action on my pillow, covering my right foot. Meanwhile, Nhut's airbed is only inches above the ground. Even if there was a wind coming through the window, her blanket would only be dissheveled, not her bedsheets which were carefully tucked in. However, the sheets did overturn upwards --- meaning the wind was beneath it --- and covered her right foot also. Weird, right?

Now tell me, what really did happen? I don't know and I'm not actually expecting to know. But Nhut and I are thanking God for the joyous experience. (Though I was a little frightened at first and even told God not to scare us. Hehe.) God bless! ;)

Friday, June 22, 2007

John Gokongwei's Speech in Ateneo

Because I don't feel like blogging the events that transpired in my life for the past couple of days, let me share this speech I got from a kabobo (what you call your fellow in bobongpinoy). It's kinda long but worth the read.

Speech of John Gokongwei before Ateneo Graduates

I wish I were one of you today, instead of a 77-year-old man, giving a speech you will probably forget when you wake up from your hangover tomorrow. You may be surprised I feel this way. Many of you are feeling fearful and apprehensive about your future. You are thinking that, perhaps, your Ateneo diploma will not mean a whole lot in the future in a country with too many problems. And you are probably right. You are thinking that our country is slipping - no, sliding.
Again, you may be right.

Twenty years ago, we were at par with countries like Thailand, Malaysia, and Singapore. Today, we are left way behind. You know the facts. Twenty years ago, the per capita income of the Filipino was 1,000 US dollars. Today, it's 1,100 dollars. That's a growth of only ten percent in twenty years. Meanwhile, Thailand 's per capita income today is double ours; Malaysia, triple ours; and Singapore, almost twenty times ours.

With globalization coming, you know it is even more urgent to wake up.Trade barriers are falling, which means we will have to compete harder. In the new world, entrepreneurs will be forced to invest their money where it is most efficient. And that is not necessarily in the Philippines. Even for Filipino entrepreneurs, that can be the case. For example, a Filipino brand like Maxx candy can be manufactured in Bangkok - where labor, taxes, power and financing are cheaper and more efficient - and then exported to other ASEAN countries. This will be a common scenario - if things do not change.

Pretty soon, we will become a nation that buys everything and produces practically nothing. We will be like the prodigal son who took his father's money and spent it all. The difference is that we do not have a generous father to run back to. But despite this, I am still very excited about the future. I will tell you why later.

You have been taught at the Ateneo to be "a person for others."
Of course, that is noble: To serve your countrymen.

Question is: How?

And my answer is: Be an entrepreneur!
You may think I am just a foolish man talking mundane stuff when the question before him is almost philosophical. But I am being very thoughtful here, and if I may presume this about myself, being patriotic as well.

Entrepreneurship is the answer.

We need young people who will find the idea, grab the opportunity, take risk, and set aside comfort to set up businesses that will provide jobs.

But why? What are jobs?

Jobs are what allow people to feel useful and build their self-esteem. Jobs make people productive members of the community. Jobs make people feel they are worthy citizens. And jobs make a country worthy players in the world market.

In that order of things, it is the entrepreneurs who have the power to harness the creativity and talents of others to achieve a common good. This should leave the world a better place than it was.

Let me make it clear: Job creation is a priority for any nation to move forward. For example, it is the young entrepreneurs of Malaysia, Thailand, and Singapore who created the dynamic businesses that have propelled their countries to the top. Young people like yourselves.
Meanwhile, in the Philippines, progress is slow. Very little is new. Hardly anything is fresh. With a few exceptions, the biggest companies before the war-like PLDT, Ayala, and San Miguel - are still the biggest companies today.

All right, being from the Ateneo, many of you probably have offers from these corporations already. You may even have offers from JG Summit. I say: Great! Take these offers, work as hard as you can, learn everything these companies can teach-and then leave! If you dream of creating something great, do not let a 9-to-5 job - even a high-paying one - lull you into a complacent, comfortable life. Let that high-paying job propel you toward entrepreneurship instead.

When I speak of the hardship ahead, I do not mean to be skeptical but realistic. Even you Ateneans, who are famous for your eloquence, you cannot talk your way out of this one. There is nothing to do but to deal with it.

I learned this lesson when, as a 13-year-old, I lost my dad. Before that, I was like many of you: a privileged kid. I went to Cebu's best school; lived in a big house; and got free entrance to the Vision, the largest movie house in Cebu, which my father owned.

Then my dad died, and I lost all these. My family had become poor - poor enough to split my family. My mother and five siblings moved to China where the cost of living was lower. I was placed under the care of my Grand Uncle Manuel Gotianuy, who put me through school. But just two years later, the war broke out, and even my Uncle Manuel could no longer see me through.

I was out in the streets - literally.

Looking back, this time was one of the best times of my life. We lost everything, true, but so did everybody! War was the great equalizer. In that setting, anyone who was willing to size up the situation, use his wits, and work hard, could make it! It was every man for himself, and I had to find a way to support myself and my family.I decided to be a market vendor.

Why? Because it was something that I, a 15-year-old boy in short pants, could do.

I started by selling simple products in the palengke half an hour by bike from the city. I had a bicycle. I would wake up at five in the morning, load thread, soap and candles into my bike, and rush to the palengke. I would rent a stall for one peso a day, lay out my goods on a table as big as this podium, and begin selling. I did that the whole day.

I sold about twenty pesos of goods every day. Today, twenty pesos will only allow you to send twenty text messages to y our crush, but 63 years ago, it was enough to support my family. And it left me enough to plow back into my small, but growing, business.

I was the youngest vendor in the palengke, but that didn't faze me. In fact, I rather saw it as an opportunity. Remember, that was 63 years and 100 pounds ago, so I could move faster, stay under the sun more, and keep selling longer than everyone else.

Then, when I had enough money and more confidence, I decided to travel to Manila from Cebu to sell all kinds of goods like rubber tires.

Instead of my bike, I now traveled on a batel - a boat so small that on windless days, we would just float there. On bad days, the trip could take two weeks! During one trip, our batel sank! We would have all perished in the sea were it not for my inventory of tires. The viajeros were happy because my tires saved their lives, and I was happy because the viajeros, by hanging on to them, saved my tires. On these long and lonely trips I had to entertain myself with books, like Gone With The Wind.

After the war, I had saved up 50,000 pesos. That was when you could buy a chicken for 20 centavos and a car for 2,000 pesos. I was 19 years old.

Now I had enough money to bring my family home from China. Once they were all here, they helped me expand our trading business to include imports. Remember that the war had left the Philippines with very few goods. So we imported whatever was needed and imported them from everywhere - including used clothes and textile remnants from the United States. We were probably the first ukay-ukay dealers here.

Then, when I had gained more experience and built my reputation, I borrowed money from the bank and got into manufacturing. I saw that coffee was abundant, and Nescafe of Nestle was too expensive for a country still rebuilding from the war, so my company created Blend 45.

That was our first branded hit. And from there, we had enough profits to launch Jack and Jill.

From one market stall, we are now in nine core businesses - including retail, real estate, publishing, petrochemicals, textiles, banking, food manufacturing, Cebu Pacific Air and Sun Cellular.

When we had shown success in the smaller businesses, we were able to raise money in the capital markets-through IPOs and bond offerings -- and then get into more complex, capital-intensive enterprises.We did it slow, but sure.

Success doesn't happen overnight. It's the small successes achieved day by day that build a company. So, don't be impatient or focused on immediate financial rewards. I only started flying business class when I got too fat to fit in the economy seats.

And I even wore a used overcoat while courting my wife - it came from my ukay-ukay business. Thank God Elizabeth didn't mind the mothball smell of my coat or maybe she wouldn't have married me.

Save what you earn and plow it back.

And never forget your families! Your parents denied themselves many things to send you here. They could have traveled around the world a couple of times with the money they set aside for your education, and your social life, and your comforts.

Remember them - and thank them.

When you have families of your own, you must be home with them for at least one meal everyday. I did that while I was building my company. Now, with all my six children married, I ask that we spend every Sunday lunch together, when everything under the sun is discussed. As it is with business, so it is with family. There are no short cuts for building either one. Remember, no short cuts.

Saint Ignatius of Loyola, your patron saint, and founder of this 450-year old organization I admire, described an ideal Jesuit as one who "lives with one foot raised." I believe that means someone who is always ready to respond to opportunities. Saint Ignatius knew that, to build a successful organization, he needed to recruit and educate men who were not afraid of change but were in fact excited by it. In fact, the Jesuits were one of the earliest practitioners of globalization. As early as the 16th century, upon reaching a foreign country, they compiled dictionaries in local languages, like Tamil and Vietnamese, so that they could spread their message in the local language. In a few centuries, they have been able to spread their mission in many countries through education.

The Jesuits have another quote. "Make the whole world your house" which means that the ideal Jesuit must be at home everywhere. By adapting to change, but at the same time staying true to their beliefs, the Society of Jesus has become the long-lasting and successful organization it is today and has made the world their house.

So, let's live with one foot raised in facing the next big opportunity: globalization.

Globalization can be your greatest enemy. It will be your downfall if you are too afraid and too weak to fight it out. But it can also be your biggest ally. With the Asian Free Trade agreement and tariffs near zero, your market has grown from 80 million Filipinos to half a billion Southeast Asians.

Imagine what that means to you as an entrepreneur if you are able to find a need and fill it. And imagine, too, what that will do for the economy of our country!

Yes, our government may not be perfect, and our economic environment not ideal, but true entrepreneurs will find opportunities anywhere. Look at the young Filipino entrepreneurs who made it. When I say young - and I'm 77, remember - I am talking about those in their 50s and below. Tony Tan of Jollibee, Ben Chan of Bench, Rolando Hortaleza of Splash, and Wilson Lim of Abensons. They're the guys who weren't content with the 9-to-5 job, who were willing to delay their gratification and comfort, and who created something new, something fresh. Something Filipinos are now very proud of. They all started small but now sell their hamburgers, T-shirts and cosmetics in Asia, America, and the Middle East In doing so, these young Filipino entrepreneurs created jobs while doing something they were passionate about.

Globalization is an opportunity of a lifetime - for you. And that is why I want to be out there with you instead of here behind this podium - perhaps too old and too slow to seize the opportunities you can.

Let me leave you with one last thought.
Trade barriers have fallen. The only barriers left are the barriers you have in your mind.

So, Ateneans, heed the call of entrepreneurship. With a little bit of will and a little bit of imagination, you can turn this crisis into your patriotic moment - and truly become a person for others.

"Live with one foot raised and make the world your house."

To this great University, my sincerest thanks for this singular honor conferred on me today.

To the graduates, congratulations and Godspeed.

"Ad Majorem Dei Gloriam".

Thank you.

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

Doing Away with Idleness

I've come upon idle time for a few days now due to a non-existent LAN here in our new area at GT. So what to do while waiting for time to pass by?

Usual thinking would surmise gaming, chatting or viewing of streamed videos. Procrastination has been my element and this idleness isn't new to me, but after 23 years of near-expertise on laziness, you just want to come out of it. (Unless you think you're nothing more than a couch potato. Ouch.)

So I rummaged through my favorite links list to find something informative in the net and found StevePavlina.com. It has numerous articles on personality development and more than a few piqued my interest. Good stuff thanks to Kiko, which happened to have left the site on my browser when he "borrowed" my PC at that time.

So there, I said to myself to continue reading on personality development. (Plus the fact that I've added it on my written short-term goals. Something I took from Bo.) Then I remembered that Sir June, one of my bosses, sent us a link on The Working Manager and I searched through it on my mail. I was surprised that the site changed (but I shouldn't be since approximately two years had passed since I received that link) and the then free courses are now to be paid. Thank God for the two-week trial and I'm now copying my way through the articles. :D

Moreover, I stumbled on Swanson's Unwritten Rules of Management in my book collection last weekend. It's not actually a hardbound/paperback book but kind of a booklet with practical advice on management. Sir June was the one who recommended it also and sent us a link on a free copy of it two years ago. I can't give you the link now because it was removed from the site. Sorry but, hey, I found Mike Duffy listing some of these rules to help. :) Perhaps I could blog on that next time. ^_^

So, till then, hope you try out those links I got not just on your idle time.

Remember, learning is a lifetime process. :)

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Ink on Pink

Never mind the title. Can't find a suitable title and since this post should've been a part of the previous post, that's just a tribute for the bluish-violet ink on my pink(ish) nail.

I am currently my usual self: wandering.
That's figuratively speaking, mind you.

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Been reading Bo's blog. Found these stories:

One day, a man was in Paris and attended Mass. After communion, he went to the altar to light some candles. He was surprised to see a golden telephone on the altar, and with this message: “$10,000 per minute”. He shook his head, shocked at how expensive it was. He asked the priest in the Church why it was so expensive, and the cleric said, “Because that’s a call directly to God.”
“Wow,” the man gushed and went on his way.

The man went to Germany, England, Spain, Portugal, etc., and was fascinated to see exactly the same golden telephone in all the churches, all of them charging the same $10,000 per minute for a phone call to God.

But finally, when he went to a church in Rome, he saw the same golden telephone on the altar, but with a different message: “50 cents per minute.” Shocked, he asked the priest, “Father, why is it cheap here? All over Europe, it was $10,000 per minute? Why is yours only fifty cents per minute?”

The priest smiled, “Son, you’re in Rome. It’s a local call.”

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One day, a tourist with a camera visited a monastery—and saw how austere the room of a monk was. He could only see a single bed that looked more like a bench, an old table and a wooden chair that wasn’t very comfortable. Nothing else.

When a monk came by, he asked him, “Father, how could you live this way? Where are your things? Your computer? Your refrigerator? Your stereo?”

The monk smiled at him and asked, “Where are your things, my friend?”

The tourist said, “My things? I’m just passing by here. I don’t have my stuff with me. It’s at home.”

The monk said: “So am I. I’m also passing by here. My stuff is at home as well.”


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.:Beware of poeticisms ahead:.

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Still on romantic frantics:

The purpose of a relationship is not to have someone who might complete you. But to have someone whom you might share your incompleteness with.

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Joined PinoyPoets last month and dabbled into their discussion and poetry. Felt disheartened when some commented on one of my poem's emotional tone esp. with a striking quote from Oscar Wilde:
All bad poetry springs from genuine feeling.
Simply stated, it hurt like hell. Poetry has been my comfort, my breath. However I challenged myself to go beyond the criticism and lifted it to a positive level.

Don't ever let someone tell you, you can't do something. Not even me.
Remember that? Of course, it's from "The Pursuit of Happyness." And I mean me when it said "Not even me." Most of the time, we don't do something because we limit ourselves in the box we seem fit for us. Don't.

So I researched further on Wilde's wild remark and found the complete quote from his work, Intentions:
All bad poetry springs from genuine feeling. To be natural is to be obvious, and to be obvious is to be inartistic.

It did sound sane so I reflected on how I could improve my work.
After some time I got the courage to post a new work of mine, readying myself for criticism:

A Kiss
05/08/2007

These lips are longing for

... A dewdrop mist
covering the leaves
in the morning light

... A sweet roll of candy
dipped in honey-coated film
engraved on a child's dreams

... A fresh breeze of rainpour
on parched, thirsted ground
with the colours of the rainbow

... A drizzle of chocolate
on ice cream coned out
embracing the cold and warmth

... A kiss, more than ever
of love, life and joy
of happily ever after

Got some useful comments and revised it to a more different theme but something better (I hope). Well, I'm actually happy how it turned out to be. Here's my exact post:

Rewritten with a new concept. I was just playing with the topic till a different story formed, for the better I hope. Thanks to Jonar for the suggestions and, again, to Rachel esp. for the anticipation. :)

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A Kiss
by Nerissa De Castro
05/15/2007 Rev2

As a dewdrop mist
in the delicate morning light
succulently covers the leaves;
I sought refuge in
the softness of your moist lips,
a refreshing embrace of dampness.

As a fresh drop from rainpour
on parched thirsted ground
reflects the colours of the rainbow;
Your exploring tongue discovers
my tainted mouth, unleashing
a tender passion I've let go once.

As a light touch from a wistful breeze
on a glassy window pane
embraces the cold and warmth;
I freely accept your fiery lips
into my own loneliness
despite our soon goodbye.

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

morning thanksgiving

Lord, may I not wander away from You through the constant toilings of the day. May I always see You in the vastness of creation and the mundane simplicity of work. May I always remember that without You I would be nothing; that I do not own my possessions, family and friends, but that they are all just gifts from You that I should cherish and take care of. May I not shoulder the triumphs and failures that come my way; and may I see them as Your guide to the path I should take.

Thank You, Lord, for who I am... for who I got... for what I've become and will become. Thanks for always being there even when I take You for granted. May I not do that to You in my future endeavors.

Thanks for the beauty of the day... of the world. May I eternally see good in things more than the bad.

I love You, Lord. It may not suffice. But let me love You in my own ways and may You strengthen this love so I could serve You more.

Thanks for loving me... throughout.

Amen.

***Wrote this prayer last 10.25.2006***

Friday, October 27, 2006

invincible

...I don't have nerves of steel, I have a heart that feels...

A beautiful song depicting the strength in weakness, the weakness in strength. Even Superman has a weakness. Even Jesus wept.

There's nothing wrong in showing our emotions. There's no cowardice in admitting we are at fault. There is strength in tears. There is courage amidst the scars.

But, of course, we should know when to weep and when to pick off from where we left off. We should know how to learn from our mistakes and not commit them again.

I have always believed that God doesn't give us problems that we cannot handle. And in our weakness, we find our strength in God.

Tuesday, September 5, 2006