Work in Progress: June 2005

A Lump of Clay's Reflections on the Potter
"Freely you have received; freely give." Matthew 10:8

Thursday, June 30, 2005

What If I Stumble

Para kay Kuya Pabs, kasangga at kabalikat sa misyon, at sa biyaheng pauwi sa Kanya. Nawa'y lagi tayo'y maging panilaw Niya sa kadiliman, saan man natin ito matagpuan. Mabuhay ka. Dude.

The greatest single cause of atheism in the world today
Is Christians who acknowledge Jesus with their lips
Then walk out the door and deny him by their lifestyle.
That is what an unbelieving world simply finds unbelievable


What if I stumble, what if I fall?

Is this one for the people?
Is this one for the Lord?
Or do I simply serenade for the things I must afford
You can jumble them together
My conflict still remains
Holiness is calling in the midst of courting fame

('Cause I see the trust in their eyes)
Though the sky is falling
(They need Your love in their lives)
Compromise is calling

What if I stumble?
What if I fall?
What if I lose my step and I make fools of us all?
Will the love continue when the walk becomes a crawl?
What if I stumble?
And what if I fall?

What if I stumble, what if I fall?
You never turned the heat of it all
What if I stumble, what if I fall fall fall...

Father please forgive me, for I cannot compose
The fear that lives within me or the rate at which it grows
If struggle has a purpose on the narrow road you've carved
Why do I dread my trespasses will leave a deadly scar?

(Do they see the fear in my eyes?)
Are they so revealing?
(This time I cannot disguise)
All the doubt I'm feeling

What if I stumble? What if I fall?
What if I lose my step and I make fools of us all?
Will the love continue when the walk becomes a crawl?
What if I stumble? And what if I fall?

What if I stumble?
Everyone's got to crawl
When you know that you're up against the wall
It's about to fall
Everyone's got to crawl
When you know that everyone's got to crawl
When you know that you're up against the wall
It's about to fall
Everyone's got to crawl when you know that

I hear you whispering my name
You say, "My love for you will never change"
Never change...

What if I stumble? What if I fall?
What if I lose my step and make fools of us all?
Will the love continue, when the walk becomes crawl?
What if I stumble? And what if I...
What if I stumble? What if I fall?
What if I lose my step and I make fools of us all?
Will the love continue, when the walk becomes a crawl?
What if I stumble?
And what if I fall?

You are my comfort and my God...

Is this one for the people?
Is this one for the Lord?

- "What If I Stumble," DC Talk

Caveat Emptor

An "old" reflection I pulled up after a conversation last night reminded me of the "reconditioned" person I am.

When I started to write this, I was sitting in a Starbucks on a Sunday afternoon with a cold cup of coffee, waiting for a friend to rescue me. This unpleasant (and ego-deflating) damsel-in-distress situation, as always, had its purpose. I wanted to drive far away that day to look at some water, reflect and listen and write. But, true to form, God seemed to have other plans!

Here’s the story: my brand-new car battery gave out on me. How immensely irritating. Although this sort of thing has always happened to me with almost every car I’ve ever driven, I always forget that the newly installed unit is still unused to the electrical demands of its new home and is expected to give out once every so often until it eventually gets used to the amount of use (and abuse, in my case) it is subjected to. It’s a major hassle I’ve never quite learned to avoid, especially when the old pop-the-clutch trick refuses to work.

Anyway, aside from “ruining” my plans for the day and serving as a fitting reminder that an independent woman should always carry a set of jumper cables in her purse, the battery incident provides a good segue to something I promised someone I’d write about.

A few nights before my brand-new maintenance free (sheeyeeah right) source of vehicular power passed away, my best friend and I were talking about being “refurbished goods.” This, opposed to “brand-new-out-of-the-box.”

When I was shopping in the US, I went to this watch store where they were selling “reconditioned” designer watches at jaw-dropping discounts. And yet, despite the tempting prices, you couldn’t help but be wary about them – caveat emptor (“buyer beware”) indeed, because these were watches that had gone wrong sometime ago but had now been fixed and given second chances. These watches, much like people, had once been broken, dropped, beaten up, stepped on, left out in the elements…or had just simply self-destructed, until they were given up for being useless pieces of once-pretty junk. But after spending some time in the hands of patient, skilled artisan who could see that they still had some value and were still worth saving, they were good as new and back on the shelf again. The question is, even at bargain basement prices, would anyone want to take a chance and buy them? Or would the brand-new, still-in-the-box, undamaged goods still be the commodity of choice?

Refurbished goods. Reconditioned people. I’m sure some of us can imagine exactly what it’s like being a rehabilitated designer watch. You look good as new, and you act and tick as if you have a new lease on life, but it’s difficult to ignore the very real possibility that you just might fall apart again. You know that whoever cautiously put you into their shopping cart and took you home has, in the back of their mind, the thought that you might disappoint once again and that they may end up kicking themselves for having put their trust in and spent their money on once-defective merchandise. And you know that the one person who is most aware of the cracks that have been lovingly mended over, of the nicks and scrapes that have patiently been sanded away, of the delicate interior parts that have been restored and reconstructed, and of the fragility of the entire repair job, is yourself…the refurbished watch, the reconditioned individual.

I once had a conversation with someone who is admittedly and undoubtedly “brand-new-out-of-the-box.” We were talking about the parable of the laborers in the vineyard (Matthew 20: 1-16) and how it seemed to be unreasonably inequitable, especially for the laborers who started working at daybreak, that everyone - including the lazy louts who began laboring only in midday or worse, at the eleventh hour – would receive the same reward at the end of the day. And yet, from the viewpoint of goods like myself who are admittedly and undoubtedly refurbished, I believe there is truly no unfairness in the situation. Reconditioned goods, the laborers who were given a second chance to be useful, have seen the bottom of the trash bin or felt the rejection of having been traded in for something that “works.” Unlike the brand-new-out-of-the-box or the laborers who came at daybreak who found their purpose immediately and were set to work to it early, rehabilitated people, those who came later, suffered from a long period of purposelessness and useless floundering about until they were finally called. The brand-new who came early enjoyed the presence and favor of their Master and the value of His instruction for a longer period; those who came late missed out on a whole lot and have a lot of making up to do. Those who came first knew shelter in the box, in the vineyard, and were spared from the worldliness outside; those who came after were exposed to the cruel elements and now have to strip away all the rust and hardness and habits acquired over the years before being truly functional.

And yet, in the case of reconditioned goods, second-hand is not necessarily second-rate. How happy the long-idle men must have been to finally be given respectability, even at the eleventh hour, through the recognition that they too could be of some value in the vineyard! How joyful must the battered and beaten watch be that someone took a risk on its worth, despite its apparent inutility! Can you imagine how much harder the beholden laborer and the grateful watch would work, would tick, would seek approval from the One who gave them a second chance?

Back to my brand-new battery. A few days after it had to be recharged, it went completely dead. I took it back to my friendly neighborhood electrical shop and they initially couldn’t believe that something was wrong with the new unit they’d just sold me the previous week. “It’s your alarm, there’s something wrong with it,” they said. After a long and frustrating period of watching them tinker around trying to find out what was wrong with my electrical system, I said, “I might be a stupid female driver who obviously has no clue about what goes on under the hood of my vehicle, but will you please check the battery?” They protested aplenty, but finally relented, and voila! Turns out the stupid no-clue female driver was right after all. How did they find out the brand-new battery was a dud? They stuck in a reconditioned battery, and my car purred like a happy kitten. Enough said.

By the way, because of a wonderful thing called a warranty, I now have a brand-new maintenance free battery that hasn’t given out on me so far. The one I traded in is in the process of being reconditioned, as we speak. :-)

16 October 2003

Wednesday, June 29, 2005

Angels, the Stars, and the Sea


Photo by Julian Pye


"If angels especially love anything in the material world, it is probably stars and seas. Best of all, both: starlight reflected at sea." - Peter Kreeft, Angels and Demons

"And it is said...that in water there lives yet the echo of the Music of the Ainur more than in any substance else that is in this Earth; and many...hearken still unsated to the voices of the Sea, and yet know not for what they listen." - J.R.R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion

Tuesday, June 28, 2005

Lagare

I thank God for this time of rest: sometimes He allows illness to slow the mad onslaught of activity that, even though done for Him, detracts from Him. One message though that I've received over the last few days is that God's servants should never spread themselves too thin - in doing His work or in professional or recreational activities that may not be directly connected to Him -lest they be too exhausted to carry on His mission in the days to follow. Hmm, apparently now even my social life is a matter to be discerned...which brooks no major argument, because lately I've been too tired after mission work to pull the usual all-nighters/sunrisers anyway. And the sunrise is much more beautiful if you've had a good night's sleep prior to witnessing God's radiant masterpiece :-)

Found an old reflection that tells of a life of lagare...and how God manages to still the storm and allow us to focus on Him (but only if we so desire!) despite the flurry of activity:

Reverse Psalm 37

“Yesterday, I was assaulted.” As the rest of my ministry knows, so went the first – and only - line of a reflection I began to write early this week. But now (almost four days later!), upon my fellow ministers’ encouragement, that sentence has some company, praise God. My verse this week is the first part of Matthew 25:29 – “For to everyone who has will be given more, and he will have more than enough.” The end-part of the parable of the talents, where the protagonists are the good and trustworthy servants, and so on.

In the words of Jennifer Unlimited, “I try to take one day at a time, but sometimes several days attack me at once.” And boy, was I attacked this past Monday! Life was literally banging on my door, threatening to knock it down…a full-frontal assault if I’ve ever seen one. It seemed that as soon as the start-of-the-weekday alarm went off, everyone turned in my direction and went, “RAAARGH! I need you NOW!” Honestly, I don’t remember any day quite like it in recent history. The law office wanted my opinion on this. The ad agency suddenly needed me to interview whats-his-face. The family (oh yes, we’re a full house again with all the kids and parents and dogs and cat and maids and landscapers all present and noisily accounted for) wanted me to drive here and there. My students’ midterms were still untouched and begging to be corrected. The community needed some stuff done too. A friend needed a job and my undivided attention. Another friend was planning with me a dinner for that evening. And I had to get cleaned up and dressed in time for a meeting for a new TV project (yes, another one!). All that, believe it or not, in the first 15 minutes of my morning. Everything was ringing off the hook – the phones, the cell phone, my messenger on the computer, my brain…

My prayer time is the first thing I do in the morning, but this particular day I could not spend five minutes alone with God without being rudely interrupted in some way or another. Finally, in my exasperation, I threw my hands up and told Him that I’d be talking to Him on the way to my meeting and during the rest of the day if I could help it. Which was of little consequence, since the rest of the day went by in a psychotic rush (the only way I can describe it is major “lagare”) that had me silently screaming.

But the strange thing was that everything I did that day was a tremendous blessing from Him, something that I normally would really, really appreciate. My meeting was for yet another project that amazingly fits into the picture of what I previously only dreamed of doing, and when I found out who my director was going to be, I knew that the Lord had answered one of my prayers. And yet I had discomfort.

From there, I joined my favorite brother Ryan and one of my favorite-st friends Tiboy for another meeting about a project for one my favorite groups of people (community…hehe, sipsip). And yet I had discomfort.

I went balikbayan shopping with my two blood sisters – one of my favorite activities with two of my favorite people. And yet I had discomfort.

To top off what was objectively an unbelievably enjoyable day, I had a cozy home-cooked Italian dinner by candlelight with my dearest friends. Cabernet, conversation, and cheese…what more could you ask for? And yet I had discomfort.

Always, always in the back of my mind, above all these blessings, was the nagging thought that I had not spent time with Him who had blessed me with so much. I was literally drowning in blessings, and yet I yearned for the company of the Bless-er. I went to bed dead-tired, with an apology on my lips and in my heart.

The next day wasn’t any different from the previous one – maybe even a little worse because of my classes. But before I embarked on it, I begged Him for a respite from the demands of the world. Just don’t let anything interfere with my prayer time, I asked. I only want to be with You, even if for just a while. Keep the flood of Your blessings at bay, if You will; I only want You. And you know what? He did. For a solid hour, right smack in what is usually the busiest time of my workday morning, He stilled the raging seas and we talked, laughed, cried, embraced, listened to each other – just the two of us. No ringing phones, no urgent e-mails or cell calls, no family member or colleague harassing me. It was such a perfect communion that, as I told my ministry, He spoke a prayer into my heart. And I suppose that He allowed my manic Monday to happen precisely to make a point: that all His blessings are for naught if I do not acknowledge Him who has blessed me. He sort of did a reverse Psalm 37:4, giving me for that particular day all my heart’s desires, but without my making Him my joy first by meeting Him in prayer. Well, I didn’t like it one bit. :-)

This is getting a little extra-long, even for me, but I wanted to share with you my prayer after that awesome one-on-one with Him:

I Thee worship…
With the work of my hands
With the work of my heart
With the work of my life.

Finally, today’s entry in one of the devotionals I’m reading is “swak na swak.” It talks about the priority of prayer and points to Daniel (Daniel 6:1-28) as an example. “He believed without a shadow of a doubt that God would honor his commitment to prayer and take care of any trouble.” (March 4, Into His Presence, Charles Stanley). Amen, and amen! No wonder God spared me from the lions that went, “RAAAARGH! I want you for lunch!”

4 March 2004

Monday, June 27, 2005

Friendship by SFS, Part 3

CHAPTER XXI.
Remedies against Evil Friendships.


HOW are you to meet the swarm of foolish attachments, triflings, and undesirable inclinations which beset you? By turning sharply away, and thoroughly renouncing such vanities, flying to the Saviour's Cross, and clasping His Crown of thorns to your heart, so that these little foxes may not spoil your vines. Beware of entering into any manner of treaty with the Enemy; do not delude yourself by listening to him while intending to reject him. For God's Sake, my daughter, be firm on all such occasions; the heart and ear are closely allied, and just as you would vainly seek to check the downward course of a mountain torrent, so difficult will you find it to keep the smooth words which enter in at the ear from finding their way down into the heart. Alcmeon says (what indeed Aristotle denies) that the goat breathes through its ears, not its nostrils. I know not whether this be so, but one thing I know, that our heart breathes through the ear, and that while it exhales its own thoughts through the mouth, it inhales those of others by the ear. Let us then carefully guard our ears against evil words which would speedily infect the heart. Never hearken to any indiscreet conversation whatsoever--never mind if you seem rude and uncourteous in rejecting all such. Always bear in mind that you have dedicated your heart to God, and offered your love to Him; so that it were sacrilege to deprive Him of one particle thereof. Do you rather renew the offering continually by fresh resolutions, entrenching yourself therein as in a fortress;--cry out to God, He will succour you, and His Love will shelter you, so that all your love may be kept for Him only.

If unhappily you are already entangled in the nets of any unreal affection, truly it is hard to set you free! But place yourself before His Divine Majesty, acknowledge the depth of your wretchedness, your weakness and vanity, and then with all the earnestness of purpose you can muster, arrest the budding evil, abjure your own empty promises, and renounce those you have received, and resolve with a firm, absolute will never again to indulge in any trifling or dallying with such matters.
If you can remove from the object of your unworthy affection, it is most desirable to do so. He who has been bitten by a viper cannot heal his wound in the presence of another suffering from the like injury, and so one bitten with a false fancy will not shake it off while near to his fellow-victim. Change of scene is very helpful in quieting the excitement and restlessness of sorrow or love. S. Ambrose tells a story in his Second Book on Penitence, of a young man, who coming home after a long journey quite cured of a foolish attachment, met the unworthy object of his former passion, who stopped him, saying, "Do you not know me, I am still myself?" "That may be," was the answer, "but I am not myself:"--so thoroughly and happily was he changed by absence. And S. Augustine tells us how, after the death of his dear friend, he soothed his grief by leaving Tagaste and going to Carthage.

But what is he to do, who cannot try this remedy? To such I would say, abstain from all private intercourse, all tender glances and smiles, and from every kind of communication which can feed the unholy flame. If it be necessary to speak at all, express clearly and tersely the eternal renunciation on which you have resolved. I say unhesitatingly to whosoever has become entangled in any such worthless love affairs, Cut it short, break it off--do not play with it, or pretend to untie the knot; cut it through, tear it asunder. There must be no dallying with an attachment which is incompatible with the Love of God.

But, you ask, after I have thus burst the chains of my unholy bondage, will no traces remain, and shall I not still carry the scars on my feet--that is, in my wounded affections? Not so, my child, if you have attained a due abhorrence of the evil; in that case all you will feel is an exceeding horror of your unworthy affection, and all appertaining thereto; no thought will linger in your breast concerning it save a true love of God. Or if, by reason of the imperfection of your repentance, any evil inclinations still hover round you, seek such a mental solitude as I have already described, retire into it as much as possible, and then by repeated efforts and ejaculations renounce your evil desires; abjure them heartily; read pious books more than is your wont; go more frequently to Confession and Communion; tell your director simply and humbly all that tempts and troubles you, if you can, or at all events take counsel with some faithful, wise friend. And never doubt but that God will set you free from all evil passions, if you are steadfast and devout on your part. Perhaps you will say that it is unkind, ungrateful, thus pitilessly to break off a friendship. Surely it were a happy unkindness which is acceptable to God; but of a truth, my child, you are committing no unkindness, rather conferring a great benefit on the person you love, for you break his chains as well as your own, and although at the moment he may not appreciate his gain, he will do so by and by, and will join you in thanksgiving, "Thou, Lord, hast broken my bonds in sunder. I will offer to Thee the sacrifice of thanksgiving, and will call upon the Name of the Lord."


CHAPTER XXII.
Further Advice concerning Intimacies.


FRIENDSHIP demands very close correspondence between those who love one another, otherwise it can never take root or continue. And together with the interchange of friendship, other things imperceptibly glide in, and a mutual giving and receiving of emotions and inclinations takes place; especially when we esteem the object of our love very highly, because then we so entirely open our heart to him, that his influence rules us altogether, whether for good or evil. The bees which make that oriental honey of which I spoke, seek to gather nought save honey, but with it they suck up the poisonous juices of the aconite on which they light. So here, my child, we must bear in mind what our Saviour said about putting out our money to the exchangers; we must seek to make a good exchange, not receiving bad money and good alike, and learning to distinguish that which is valuable from what is worthless, since scarcely any one is free from some imperfection, nor is there any reason why we should adopt all our friend's faults as well as his friendship. Of course we should love him notwithstanding his faults, but without loving those faults; true friendship implies an interchange of what is good, not what is evil. As men who drag the river Tagus sift the gold from its sands and throw the latter back upon the shore, so true friends should sift the sand of imperfections and reject it. S. Gregory Nazianzen tells us how certain persons who loved and admired S. Basil were led to imitate even his external blemishes, his slow, abstracted manner of speaking, the cut of his beard, and his peculiar gait. And so we see husbands and wives, children, friends, who, by reason of their great affection for one another, acquire--either accidentally or designedly--many foolish little ways and tricks peculiar to each. This ought not to be; for every one has enough imperfections of their own without adding those of anybody else, and friendship requires no such thing; on the contrary, it rather constrains us to help one another in getting rid of all sorts of imperfections. Of course we should bear with our friend's infirmities, but we should not encourage them, much less copy them.

Of course I am speaking of imperfections only, for, as to sins, we must neither imitate or tolerate these in our friends. That is but a sorry friendship which would see a friend perish, and not try to save him; would watch him dying of an abscess without daring to handle the knife of correction which would save him. True and living friendship cannot thrive amid sin. There is a tradition that the salamander extinguishes any fire into which it enters, and so sin destroys friendship. Friendship will banish a casual sin by brotherly correction, but if the sin be persistent, friendship dies out,--it can only live in a pure atmosphere. Much less can true friendship ever lead any one into sin; our friend becomes an enemy if he seeks to do so, and deserves to lose our friendship, and there is no surer proof of the hollowness of friendship than its profession between evil-doers. If we love a vicious person, our friendship will be vicious too; it will be like those to whom it is given. Those who draw together for mere temporal profit, have no right to call their union friendship; it is not for love of one another that they unite, but for love of gain.

There are two sayings in Holy Scripture on which all Christian friendship should be built: --that of the Wise Man, "Whoso feareth the Lord shall direct his friendship aright;" and that of S. James, "The friendship of the world is enmity with God."

True Friendship by St. Francis de Sales (Part 2)

CHAPTER XIX.
Of Real Friendship.


DO you, my child, love every one with the pure love of charity, but have no friendship save with those whose intercourse is good and true, and the purer the bond which unites you so much higher will your friendship be. If your intercourse is based on science it is praiseworthy, still more if it arises from a participation in goodness, prudence, justice and the like; but if the bond of your mutual liking be charity, devotion and Christian perfection, God knows how very precious a friendship it is! Precious because it comes from God, because it tends to God, because God is the link that binds you, because it will last for ever in Him. Truly it is a blessed thing to love on earth as we hope to love in Heaven, and to begin that friendship here which is to endure for ever there. I am not now speaking of simple charity, a love due to all mankind, but of that spiritual friendship which binds souls together, leading them to share devotions and spiritual interests, so as to have but one mind between them. Such as these may well cry out, "Behold, how good and joyful a thing it is, brethren, to dwell together in unity!" Even so, for the "precious ointment" of devotion trickles continually from one heart to the other, so that truly we may say that to such friendship the Lord promises His Blessing and life for evermore.

To my mind all other friendship is but as a shadow with respect to this, its links mere fragile glass compared to the golden bond of true devotion. Do you form no other friendships. I say "form," because you have no right to cast aside or neglect the natural bonds which draw you to relations, connexions, benefactors or neighbours. My rules apply to those you deliberately choose to make. There are some who will tell you that you should avoid all special affection or friendship, as likely to engross the heart, distract the mind, excite jealousy, and what not. But they are confusing things. They have read in the works of saintly and devout writers that individual friendships and special intimacies are a great hindrance in the religious life, and therefore they suppose it to be the same with all the world, which is not at all the case. Whereas in a well-regulated community every one's aim is true devotion, there is no need for individual intercourse, which might exceed due limits;--in the world those who aim at a devout life require to be united one with another by a holy friendship, which excites, stimulates and encourages them in well-doing. Just as men traversing a plain have no need to hold one another up, as they have who are amid slippery mountain paths, so religious do not need the stay of individual friendships; but those who are living in the world require such for strength and comfort amid the difficulties which beset them. In the world all have not one aim, one mind, and therefore we must take to us congenial friends, nor is there any undue partiality in such attachments, which are but as the separation of good from evil, the sheep from the goats, the bee from the drone--a necessary separation.

No one can deny that our Dear Lord loved S. John, Lazarus, Martha, Magdalene, with a specially tender friendship, since we are told so in Holy Scripture; and we know that S. Paul dearly loved S. Mark, S. Petronilla, as S. Paul Timothy and Thecla. 1 S. Gregory Nazianzen boasts continually of his friendship with the great S. Basil, of which he says: "It seemed as though with two bodies we had but one soul, and if we may not believe those who say that all things are in all else, at least one must affirm that we were two in one, and one in two --the only object that both had being to grow in holiness, and to mould our present life to our future hopes, thereby forsaking this mortal world before our death." And S. Augustine says that S. Ambrose loved S. Monica by reason of her many virtues, and that she in return loved him as an Angel of God.

What need to affirm so unquestionable a fact! S. Jerome, S. Augustine, S. Gregory, S. Bernard, and all the most notable servants of God, have had special friendships, which in nowise hindered their perfection. S. Paul, in describing evil men, says that they were "without natural affection," 1 i.e. without friendship. And S. Thomas, in common with other philosophers, acknowledges that friendship is a virtue, and he certainly means individual friendships, because he says that we cannot bestow perfect friendship on many persons. So we see that the highest grace does not lie in being without friendships, but in having none which are not good, holy and true.

CHAPTER XX.
Of the Difference between True and False Friendship.


TAKE notice, my child, that the honey of Heraclyum, which is so poisonous, altogether resembles that which is wholesome, and there is great danger of mistaking one for the other, or of mixing them, for the virtue of one would not counteract the harmfulness of the other. We must be on our guard not to be deceived in making friendships, especially between persons of the opposite sexes, for not unfrequently Satan deludes those who love one another. They may begin with a virtuous affection, but if discretion be lacking, frivolity will creep in, and then sensuality, till their love becomes carnal: even in spiritual love there is a danger if people are not on the watch, although it is not so easy to be deluded therein, inasmuch as the very purity and transparency of spiritual affection show Satan's stains more promptly. Consequently, when he seeks to interpose, he does it stealthily, and strives to insinuate impurity almost imperceptibly.

You may distinguish between worldly friendship and that which is good and holy, just as one distinguishes that poisonous honey from what is good--it is sweeter to the taste than ordinary honey, owing to the aconite infused;-- and so worldly friendship is profuse in honeyed words, passionate endearments, commendations of beauty and sensual charms, while true friendship speaks a simple honest language, lauding nought save the Grace of God, its one only foundation.

That strange honey causes giddiness; and so false friendship upsets the mind, makes its victim to totter in the ways of purity and devotion, inducing affected, mincing looks, sensual caresses, inordinate sighings, petty complaints of not being loved, slight but questionable familiarities, gallantries, embraces, and the like, which are sure precursors of evil; whereas true friendship is modest and straightforward in every glance, loving and pure in caresses, has no sighs save for Heaven, no complaints save that God is not loved sufficiently. That honey confuses the sight, and worldly friendship confuses the judgment, so that men think themselves right while doing evil, and assume their excuses and pretexts to be valid reasoning. They fear the light and love darkness; but true friendship is clear-sighted, and hides nothing--rather seeks to be seen of good men. Lastly, this poisonous honey leaves an exceeding bitter taste behind; and so false friendship turns to evil desires, upbraidings, slander, deceit, sorrow, confusion and jealousies, too often ending in downright sin; but pure friendship is always the same--modest, courteous and loving--knowing no change save an increasingly pure and perfect union, a type of the blessed friendships of Heaven.

When young people indulge in looks, words or actions which they would not like to be seen by their parents, husbands or confessors, it is a sure sign that they are damaging their conscience and their honour. Our Lady was troubled when the Angel appeared to her in human form, because she was alone, and he spoke to her with flattering although heavenly words. O Saviour of the world, if purity itself fears an Angel in human shape, how much more need that our impurity should fear men, although they take the likeness of an Angel, if they speak words of earthliness and sensuality!

St. Francis de Sales on Friendship Part 1

Some of the most beautiful blessings I've received from God are the friends He's given me to walk with on this journey home (although a few of them may still be unaware that they're actually on this road!). Tonight, I started reading St. Francis de Sales' Introduction To The Devout Life, and was pleasantly surprised to come across several chapters on the nature of friendship, both false and true. Here are some of the more interesting insights the great patron saint of Catholic writers shares about friendship, the truth of which I've come to recognize over the years of making, keeping, and, in a few cases, saying goodbye to friends:

CHAPTER XVII.
On Friendship: Evil and Frivolous Friendship.


FOREMOST among the soul's affections is love. Love is the ruler of every motion of the heart; drawing all to itself, and making us like to that we love. Beware, then, my daughter, of harbouring any evil affection, or you too will become evil. And friendship is the most dangerous of all affections, because any other love may exist without much mental communication, but as friendship is founded thereon, it is hardly possible to be closely bound by its ties to any one without sharing in his qualities.

All love is not friendship, for one may love without any return, and friendship implies mutual love. Further, those who are bound by such affection must be conscious that it is reciprocal,-- otherwise there may be love but not friendship; and moreover, there must be something communicated between the friends as a solid foundation of friendship.

Friendship varies according to these communications, and they vary according to that which people have to communicate. If men share false and vain things, their friendship will be false and vain; if that which is good and true, their friendship will be good and true, and the better that which is the staple of the bond, so much the better will the friendship be. That honey is best which is culled from the choicest flowers, and so friendship built upon the highest and purest intercommunion is the best. And just as a certain kind of honey brought from Pontus is poisonous, being made from aconite, so that those who eat it lose their senses, so the friendship which is based on unreal or evil grounds will itself be hollow and worthless.

Mere sensual intercourse is not worthy of the name of friendship; and were there nothing more in married love it would not deserve to bear the name; but inasmuch as that involves the participation of life, industry, possessions, affections, and an unalterable fidelity, marriage, when rightly understood, is a very real and holy friendship.

Whatever is founded on mere sensuality, vanity, or frivolity, is unworthy to be called friendship. I mean such attractions as are purely external; a sweet voice, personal beauty, and the cleverness or outward show which have great weight with some. You will often hear women and young people unhesitatingly decide that such an one is very delightful, very admirable, because he is good-looking, well-dressed, sings, or dances, or talks well. Even charlatans esteem the wittiest clown amongst them as their best man. But all these things are purely sensual, and the connections built on such foundation must be vain and frivolous, more fitly to be called trifling than friendship. They spring up chiefly among young people, who are easily fascinated by personal attractions, dress, and gossip--friendships in which the tailor and hairdresser have the chief part. How can such friendships be other than shortlived, melting away like snow wreaths in the sun!

CHAPTER XVIII.
On Frivolous Attachments.


SUCH foolish attachments between man and woman without any matrimonial intentions as are called amourettes,--mere abortions, or rather phantoms of friendship,--must not, idle and empty as they are, profane the name of friendship or love. Yet such frivolous, contemptible attractions often snare the hearts of both men and women, and although they may end in downright sin, there is no such intention on the part of their victims, who consciously do but yield to foolish trifling and toying. Some such have no object beyond the actual indulgence of a passing inclination; others
are excited by vanity, which takes pleasure in captivating hearts; some are stimulated by a combination of both these motives. But all such friendships are evil, hollow, and vain; evil, in that they often lead to sinful deeds, and draw the heart from God, and from the husband or wife who is its lawful owner; hollow, in that they are baseless and without root; vain, in that neither gain, honour, nor satisfaction can come from such. On the contrary, nothing comes of them but a loss of time and credit, and unreasoning excitement, mistrust, jealousy, and perturbation.

S. Gregory Nazianzen speaks very wisely on this subject, admonishing vain women, and his words are equally applicable to men:-- "Your natural beauty will suffice your husband, but if it is exhibited to all, like a net spread before birds, what will be the end? You will be taken by whoever admires you, looks and glances will be exchanged, smiles and tender words, at first hesitatingly exchanged, but soon more boldly given and received. Far be it from me to describe the end, but this much I will say, nothing said or done by young men and women under such circumstances but is perilous. One act of levity leads to another, as the links in a chain." They who tamper with such things will fall into the trap. They fancy that they only mean to amuse themselves, but will not go too far. Little you know, forsooth! The tiny spark will burst into a flame, and, overpowering your heart, it will reduce your good resolutions to ashes, and your reputation to smoke. "Who will pity a charmer that is bitten with a serpent?" asks the Wise Man; 1 and with him I ask, Do you, in your folly, imagine that you can lightly handle love as you please? You think to trifle with it, but it will sting you cruelly, and then every one will mock you, and laugh at your foolish pretension to harbour a venomous serpent in your bosom, which has poisoned and lost alike your honour and your soul. What fatal blindness this to stake all that is most precious to man! Yes, I say it advisedly, for God desires to have us only for the sake of our soul, or the soul through our will, and our will for love's sake. Surely we have not by any means a sufficient store of love to offer God, and yet in our madness and folly we lavish and waste it on vain frivolous objects, as though we had enough and to spare. Our Dear Lord, Who demands nought save our love in return for our creation, preservation and redemption, will require a strict account of the senseless way in which we have frittered and wasted it. If He will call us to account for idle words, how will it be with respect to idle, foolish, pernicious friendships? Husbandmen know that the walnut tree is very harmful in a vineyard or field, because it absorbs the fatness of the land and draws it away from the other crops; its thick foliage overshadows and deprives them of sunshine; and, moreover, it attracts passers-by, who tread down and spoil all that is around while striving to gather its fruit. So with these foolish love affairs and the soul; they engross it, so that it is unable to bring forth good works; their superfluous foliage--flirtations, dallyings and idle talk--consume profitable time; and, moreover, they lead to so many temptations, distractions, suspicions, and the like, that the heart becomes altogether crushed and spoiled. Such follies not only banish Heavenly Love, they likewise drive out the fear of God, enervate the mind, and damage reputation. They may be the plaything of courts, but assuredly they are as a plague spot of the heart.


May God save us from frivolous attachments! He knows only too well how many of those we've had...

Sunday, June 26, 2005

He Qualifies The Called

Today, after worship and during the first session of missionary formation at He Cares, Johanna shared a sense she had received, similar to my previous post: that God enables those whom He calls. That truth reminds me of yet another statement I've always taken to heart: God doesn't call the qualified, but instead qualifies the called. And, as I look back on the things I am now able and enabled to do, only by His grace, I can say a resounding AMEN to that!

The good Lord has qualified me in the following ways, against all odds:

1. I quit smoking, cold turkey, and haven't touched a cigarette for almost three years - after 16 years of chain smoking up to 2 packs a day!
2. I quit swearing. Even in traffic. And even when I most needed a smoke.
3. I climbed a mountain - the second highest in the country. Without cussing. If you knew my mountain climbing history (if not, ask Miles or Ney), you'd know only God could pull off a feat like that.
4. I stopped committing my "favorite" sin. Only God could do that too.
5. I now believe soundly in the truth of the checklist in 1 Corinthians 13. And in true-blue genuine classic courtship, the kind where the guy does the pursuing. My feminist friends will kill me for saying that. ;-)
6. I can play the tambourine. While singing (never was too big on multi-tasking!). But only during worship. Weird huh?
7. I can actually now sing in harmony. Ask Oman - or anyone else in the David ministry. I used to be harmonically (!) challenged. Mwehe.
8. Despite the early onset of Alzheimer's, I can actually remember 48,000 kids' names. Give or take a few thousand.
9. I've suddenly forgotten that I can't stand the sight of blood and guts and children's skin diseases.
10. I've suddenly forgotten that I can't stand children. :-)
11. I now allow myself to be called "Ate." Even by people older than myself!
12. I now wake up at 6:30 a.m. Even though I don't have to.
13. I now know what the sunrise looks like, and I love it.
14. I can almost play the guitar. One day soon, I will be able to play B minor!
15. I can now say sorry, even when it hurts to do so; and I can now also forgive, even when it seems to hurt even more.

And the list goes on and on. None of these things I could have done without Divine direction - because none of these things were within my capacity to do. Praise God, for He makes all things new...I am a work in progress, and I look forward to what other "qualifications" He will add on to my CV. :-)

Friday, June 24, 2005

Letting God Work

An excerpt from an article of the man then known as Joseph Cardinal Ratzinger on the occasion of the canonization of St. Jose Maria Escriva (2002):

"Heroic virtue does not mean that the saint performs a type of 'gymnastics' of holiness, something that normal people do not dare to do. It means rather that in the life of a person God's presence is revealed -- something man could not do by himself and through himself. Perhaps in the final analysis we are rather dealing with a question of terminology, because the adjective 'heroic' has been badly interpreted. Heroic virtue properly speaking does not mean that one has done great things by oneself, but rather that in one's life there appear realities which the person has not done himself, because he has been transparent and ready for the work of God. Or, in other words, to be a saint is nothing other than to speak with God as a friend speaks with a friend. This is holiness.

To be holy does not mean being superior to others; the saint can be very weak, with many mistakes in his life. Holiness is this profound contact with God, becoming a friend of God: it is letting the Other work, the Only One who can really make the world both good and happy."

Choices

By Richard Bott

Choices and consequences.

For as long as I can remember (right back to my beginning memories), the primary image of God in my life has been something like this:

I'm walking on a road. Lots of interesting things to see.
Smells to smell. Sounds to hear.
People I can see in the near, mid-, and far distance.

But always - always - there's someone with me. We talk. We laugh. We... cry.
We explore the universe - my universe that's so much smaller than His...

I'm walking down that road, and I come to a wall.
In that wall are a myriad of doors.
God looks at me and says,
"Well... I'd suggest that you go through door 3, 7, 22, 198, 2201, or 35492.
I'd strongly suggest that you don't go through doors 1, 19, 26, 802, 1875, 3584, or 5839255.
The rest? Neither here nor there."

Sometimes I walk through one of the doors God has suggested.
We meet on the other side and I hear, "Hmmm... interesting choice. So. What did you learn?"

Sometimes I walk through one of the doors God doesn't care about one way or another.
We meet on the other side and I hear, "Hmm. Interesting choice. So... what did you learn?"

Sometimes, being the kind of person I am, I walk through one of the doors God has told me not to go through.
We meet on the other side... God helps me to stand up (because I've usually landed on my face)...
and I hear, "Interesting choice... so... what did you learn?"

No matter which door I choose, its the same question.
No matter which door I choose, God is never angry with me.
Perhaps disappointed. Perhaps frightened. Perhaps upset.

But never angry.

Hey, Abba? Thanks.

Wednesday, June 22, 2005

Wet Wet Wet

I got soaked to the skin tonight because of the heavy downpour - and am feeling a bit under the weather as a consequence. On Wednesday evenings, I usually leave my car at the center and walk to church for the 6 p.m. Mass - saves me the hassle of finding a decent parking space (Redemptorist Wednesdays = jampacked church) and I get to exercise my peripatetic inclinations (thinking while walking and walking while thinking). But anyhow, good thing I toted along an umbrella, because once Mass was over, the heavens opened up and loosed the floodwaters upon the earth!

I love walking in the rain - even the pouring rain - but my footwear (espadrille-style heeled slippers!) was far from appropriate and the lightning was terrifying. You read that right. AG may be photographically-fascinated by bolts of nature's electricity zapping through the night sky and I might have been enthralled more than a few times by spectacular lightning-and-sound displays (from a distance!) but it's not cute walking in the pouring rain with lightning flashing all about you and your red umbrella! I think I jumped ten meters every time the sky lit up around me - dude, I was scared, and I sure had good reason to be! Wouldn't have wanted to end up a charred piece of Honey (with ruined espadrille-slippers to boot).

But throughout the difficult 15-minute walk ("slush" is more like it) from the Project 6 church to the center, my inner being was calm (although all my senses wanted to pee in their pants) because my spirit was singing:

Shelter me, O God
Hide me in the shadow of Your wings
You alone are my hope


And He did. Every time the heavens flashed and I cringed under the flimsy fabric of my umbrella, I would burst out into song, and He calmed my interior storm.

When my foes surround me
Set me high above their reach
Hear me when I call your name
Shelter me, O God


And even as I braved the rising floodwaters, was assaulted by power outages along the way, and nagged at by the fear of leptospirosis, He held me near.

Though I walk in darkness
Through the needles eye of death
You will never leave my side
Shelter me, O God
(Psalm 16)

As I took yet another detour to get back to the least wet road, He responded to my song with His own:

Do not be afraid, I am with you.
I have called you each by name.
Come and follow me
I will bring you home;
I love you and you are mine.


And through the darkness of strange alleys, the pounding rain, and the rivers of floods, I saw the clean white lights of the center beckoning me - calling me home, sheltering me from the madness of the clean white lightning outside.

Truly, He brought me home; I love Him and I am His.

Tomorrow, Montalban. I pray to do His will in that place and for those people I have also grown to love.

Monday, June 13, 2005

Here I Am

I overexerted myself a little too soon last night without being "fully charged," and consequently I fell asleep on my guests (it was All About Love, the darkened room, and the welcoming couch that did me in). But they're my friends and I know that they didn't mind being my sister sub'ing for me in terms of entertaining, and now the whole bunch is in Cali (as Lex likes to call it) for the day while I'm happily content to chill and continue recharging right here at home.

This time alone to "jam with the Lord" and still myself enough to be sensitive to the promptings of His spirit has been fruitful thus far, because I've been able to reflect all I want on His direction and what He's been revealing to me over the last few days.

Last week, Kuya Joe Dean asked me to take care, on his behalf, of ministering in Montalban (the honor is extremely personal, since I have always wanted to serve more fully in the Balik-Loob sa Diyos program of the foundation). He said that this is no longer mere volunteer work but a more steadfast commitment to the mission, and while both of us agreed that I should continue to pray about it, I gave my initial "yes." The faith activity that we started a few weeks back is picking up steam and, from all indications by far, is truly being driven by the Spirit - many exciting developments and senses from the Lord, which nevertheless need a lot of continued prayers for proper discernment and guidance. And I've also been called to serve in another capacity for Christ's Youth in Action's creatives team - CYA could never have gotten a foot into my door when I was in college, but it sure is making up for lost time and opportunities!

Different calls, none of which are conflicting with each other thus far (and hopefully never will, please God), or too demanding of my limited capacity. When I gave God the filofax of my life at the start of this year, I had nagging doubts about how and where He'd lead me or if indeed He would - I didn't seriously think He'd fill it out so beautifully. Goes to show how much I really trust His wisdom...but I'm learning. Praise God.

Over the last few days, the Lord has been confirming the direction He set me on (only He knows how much assurance and confirmation I need to get the point though the thickness of my skull!) - the direction towards mission, being sent out to carry His light, in whatever way or capacity I can, into the world. I am but a jar of clay, with cracks through which the treasure of His glory shines, but He has promised He would enable, and I submit.

At the Hillsong concert last Saturday, one particular song hit home - His first confirmation that He is behind these calls to His service, and that truly indeed He is the One sending me out:

You said Your glory will fill the earth
Like water the sea.
You said, "Lift up your eyes;
The harvest is here, the kingdom is near."

You said, "Ask and I'll give the nations to you."
O Lord, that's the cry of my heart.
Distant shores and the islands will see
Your light as it rises on us.

O Lord, I ask for the nations.


Yesterday's Mass readings and Gospel hammered that point in more insistently:

And Moses went up to God, and the LORD called to him out of the mountain, saying, "Thus you shall say to the house of Jacob, and tell the people of Israel: You have seen what I did to the Egyptians, and how I bore you on eagles' wings and brought you to myself. Now therefore, if you will obey my voice and keep my covenant, you shall be my own possession among all peoples; for all the earth is mine, and you shall be to me a kingdom of priests and a holy nation. These are the words which you shall speak to the children of Israel." (Exodus 19:2-6)

Make a joyful noise to the LORD, all the lands!
Serve the LORD with gladness! Come into his presence with singing!
Know that the LORD is God! It is he that made us, and we are his; we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture.
For the LORD is good; his steadfast love endures for ever, and his faithfulness to all generations
. (Psalm 100:1, 3-5)

When he saw the crowds, he had compassion for them, because they were harassed and helpless, like sheep without a shepherd. Then he said to his disciples, "The harvest is plentiful, but the laborers are few; pray therefore the Lord of the harvest to send out laborers into his harvest." And he called to him his twelve disciples and gave them authority over unclean spirits, to cast them out, and to heal every disease and every infirmity.
The names of the twelve apostles are these: first, Simon, who is called Peter, and Andrew his brother; James the son of Zeb'edee, and John his brother; Philip and Bartholomew; Thomas and Matthew the tax collector; James the son of Alphaeus, and Thaddaeus; Simon the Cananaean, and Judas Iscariot, who betrayed him. These twelve Jesus sent out, charging them, "Go nowhere among the Gentiles, and enter no town of the Samaritans, but go rather to the lost sheep of the house of Israel. And preach as you go, saying, `The kingdom of heaven is at hand.' Heal the sick, raise the dead, cleanse lepers, cast out demons. You received without paying, give without pay.
(Matthew 9:36 - 10:8)

As if all that were not enough, after I'd received the Holy Eucharist, the choir struck up a song that the Lord knows is truly special to me - and which I cannot listen to, much less sing without ending up in tears, because it is the story of my own call:

I, the Lord of sea and sky,
I have heard My people cry.
All who dwell in dark and sin,
My hand will save.
I who made the stars of night,
I will make their darkness bright.
Who will bear My light to them?
Whom shall I send?

Here I am Lord, is it I Lord?
I have heard You calling in the night.
I will go Lord, if You lead me.
I will hold Your people in my heart.

I, the Lord of snow and rain,
I have born my peoples pain.
I have wept for love of them, they turn away.
I will break their hearts of stone,
Give them hearts for love alone.
I will speak My word to them,
Whom shall I send?

Here I am Lord, is it I Lord?
I have heard You calling in the night.
I will go Lord, if You lead me.
I will hold Your people in my heart.

I, the Lord of wind and flame,
I will tend the poor and lame.
I will set a feast for them,
My hand will save
Finest bread I will provide,
Till their hearts be satisfied.
I will give My life to them,
Whom shall I send?

Here I am Lord, is it I Lord?
I have heard You calling in the night.
I will go Lord, if You lead me.
I will hold Your people in my heart.


Johanna, who was sitting beside me during the Mass and also hearkening closely to God's call to mission, appears to have received the answer to her questions in prayer as well. Praise God, may He continue to send more laborers to the harvest!

And finally, during my morning prayer time, today's introduction to one of my favorite prayer sites, Sacred Space, summed all of these Divine messages up:

This Sunday's Gospel is one of the rare occasions when Jesus seems to be organising for the future. With great deliberation he chooses twelve apostles who will share his work. What is that work? Not organising, not pulling people into line; not judging or blaming or coercing into proper behaviour, but compassionate service. Jesus' move towards the crowds was because they were harassed and dejected. His mission, and that of the Twelve, was not to organise or dominate people, but to serve them, especially the lost sheep, to lift their dejection and spare them harassment.

Lord, when I look at my life in your service, how much of it is compassionate service? This week let me make others' needs, not my ego, the trigger of my activity.


Amen. Here I am Lord; I now know it is I You call. I will go if you lead me; I will hold Your people in my heart.

Wednesday, June 08, 2005

Touchstones

God is truly merciful indeed, and today He heeded my cry. Last night (as described more fully in the previous entry), I sought and found His reassurance, and today He illuminated my path ever-so-clearly, just when I thought I was getting off track.

I forget who it was (I think it was St. Ignatius, but I could be wrong) who said that if you're feeling unsure about anything, return to your "touchstone" - the one thing (or in some cases, the one person) that best assures you of the certainty of the Divine plan. For me, the one thing that best assures me is He Cares, because I am now certain beyond any doubt that God led me here a year ago (technically on June 6, 2004 at The Feast, but I first set foot in He Cares on June 9); and the one person who best assures me that God's plan is indeed perfect beyond anything we can imagine is He Cares' Kuya Joe Dean.

And so today, I returned to He Cares and found Kuya there, and God did not disappoint through the workings of these "touchstones" of my life. Kuya, in an rare impromptu one-to-one "usap tayo Hon" session, asked me a question I'd somewhat been anticipating for quite a while - it's been something I've been praying I'd be able to step up to - but just through his mere act of asking (this time seriously, not just in his usual joking "pa-hagings") God's floodlights shone upon the road I've been treading and showed me the direction I must take - or, should I say, continue to take. Kuya also brought up another matter I've relegated less priority to, but he got me thinking nonetheless (hard not to, especially since he's seriously mentioned the subject at least three times in the last six months!) - he cast an interesting light as well upon that particular aspect of my life, hmmm... Kuya the prophet? We shall see...heh heh.

Oswald Chambers' reflection for today spoke volumes when I read it during this morning's prayer time, and it's been given even greater significance after today's "little" miracles. Even now when I read it again, I am reminded of how, a year ago, God had to cut the lines that tethered me to the comfortable waters of the harbor - and what a beautiful experience it's been just sailing in the direction of His wind.

June 8
What’s Next To Do?

If you know these things, blessed are you if you do them .
—John 13:17

Be determined to know more than others. If you yourself do not cut the lines that tie you to the dock, God will have to use a storm to sever them and to send you out to sea. Put everything in your life afloat upon God, going out to sea on the great swelling tide of His purpose, and your eyes will be opened. If you believe in Jesus, you are not to spend all your time in the calm waters just inside the harbor, full of joy, but always tied to the dock. You have to get out past the harbor into the great depths of God, and begin to know things for yourself— begin to have spiritual discernment.

When you know that you should do something and you do it, immediately you know more. Examine where you have become sluggish, where you began losing interest spiritually, and you will find that it goes back to a point where you did not do something you knew you should do. You did not do it because there seemed to be no immediate call to do it. But now you have no insight or discernment, and at a time of crisis you are spiritually distracted instead of spiritually self-controlled. It is a dangerous thing to refuse to continue learning and knowing more.

The counterfeit of obedience is a state of mind in which you create your own opportunities to sacrifice yourself, and your zeal and enthusiasm are mistaken for discernment. It is easier to sacrifice yourself than to fulfill your spiritual destiny, which is stated in Romans 12:1-2 . It is much better to fulfill the purpose of God in your life by discerning His will than it is to perform great acts of self-sacrifice. "Behold, to obey is better than sacrifice . . ." ( 1 Samuel 15:22 ). Beware of paying attention or going back to what you once were, when God wants you to be something that you have never been. "If anyone wills to do His will, he shall know . . ." ( John 7:17 ).

Out of Kilter, Back on Track

Post-Kabayan once again, and back in the city. This day was a little out of sorts because I didn't get a chance to engage in my morning prayer time - Snaps had the alarm go off at 5:30 a.m., and before I knew it, the next time I woke up was at 8:45, with just enough time to hit the shower before going off to shop.

So tonight, with finally some time alone, I entered into the stillness of His Presence and listened. Over the last few days, there have been several dozen emotions and concerns welling up to the surface - a strange agitation I am not quite used to. But interior disturbances like this could be a sign of growth - in a different direction perhaps - and as I entered into prayer, I came across these lines in Sacred Space: "These moments when we are knocked off our balance, out of our routine, are potentially entry points for grace. Lord, you have done the same to me on occasion, thrown me out of kilter...They are not moments I like to dwell on; but when I do think of them, I can see you there, calling me closer to you."

I think that uncertainty in some of the key aspects of my life is to blame for my present state of mind; there are many little distractions that keep me from concentrating on the essential and on the certitude of His promises. Tonight, I found myself asking Him to free me from the pretty yet trifling diversions of the world that take my attention away from the path He has put me on...and He reminded me that He, indeed, is the one who grounds me. I found His reassurance in both today's reading from 2 Corinthians 1:18-22, as well as today's Gospel, one of my favorite set of verses from Matthew (5:13-16).

"As surely as God is faithful, our word to you has not been Yes and No. For the Son of God, Jesus Christ, whom we preached among you, Silva'nus and Timothy and I, was not Yes and No; but in him it is always Yes. For all the promises of God find their Yes in him. That is why we utter the Amen through him, to the glory of God. But it is God who establishes us with you in Christ, and has commissioned us; he has put his seal upon us and given us his Spirit in our hearts as a guarantee."

"You are the salt of the earth; but if salt has lost its taste, how shall its saltness be restored? It is no longer good for anything except to be thrown out and trodden under foot by men. You are the light of the world. A city set on a hill cannot be hid. Nor do men light a lamp and put it under a bushel, but on a stand, and it gives light to all in the house. Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works and give glory to your Father who is in heaven."

Finally, Chambers confirmed all these messages in today's reflection about focusing on the one integral and central point: "Am I abiding? Am I taking the time to abide? What is the greatest source of power in my life? Is it my work, service, and sacrifice for others, or is it my striving to work for God? It should be none of these— what ought to exert the greatest power in my life is the atonement of the Lord. It is not on what we spend the greatest amount of time that molds us the most, but whatever exerts the most power over us. We must make a determination to limit and concentrate our desires and interests on the atonement by the Cross of Christ."

May He give me the grace to do just that!

Wednesday, June 01, 2005

Sometimes He Comes In The Clouds

Tonight, I was talking to fellow believers about how God shines through the cloudy days in our lives - there would hardly be any seriously committed Christians if we all lived every day in the sunlight. It is in the darkest hours that our capacity for faith in Him is increased, and it is in our weakest that we can finally allow Him to take us from strength to strength.

For no apparent reason, I posted the lyrics of this song above my study area the entire time I was in Paris; it was cloudy most of the time then indeed, but little did I know that both weather conditions and the song itself would be portents of things to come. And yet, true to His word, He came shining through at the end of the long, dark night of my soul - and He was there all the time, holding me up, even though I could not make Him out.

Sometimes He Comes in the Clouds
by Steven Curtis Chapman

These are the places I was so sure I'd find Him
I've looked in the pages
And I've looked down on my knees
I've lifted my eyes in expectation
To see the sun still refusing to shine, but...

Sometimes He comes in the clouds
Sometimes His face cannot be found
Sometimes the sky is dark and gray
But some things can only be known
And sometimes our faith can only grow
When we can't see
So, sometimes He comes in the clouds

Sometimes I see me, a sailor out on the ocean
So brave and so sure as long as the skies are clear
But when the clouds start to gather
I watch my faith turn to fear, but...

Sometimes He comes in the clouds
Sometimes His face cannot be found
Sometimes the sky is dark and gray
But some things can only be known
And sometimes our faith can only grow
When we can't see
So, sometimes He comes in the clouds

Sometimes He comes in the rain
And we question the pain
And wonder why God can seem so far away
But time will show us
He was right there with us, and...

Second Anniversary

I found my 2nd anniversary reflection tonight, and since my heart has yet to put into words how it feels about celebrating three years of walking with and towards Him, posting last year's "love letter" will have to do for now:

Once upon a time, not too long ago, a friend of mine cut a deal with a guy I was “in like” with. The challenge: that he get me to quit smoking. Obviously, I was more “in like” with myself than with him, so I laughed it off and told him that if he couldn’t stand the smoke, he’d better get out of the kitchen! Another friend likewise predicted that the one way to tell that I was finally and seriously in love with someone is if I gave up all my bad habits for that person. However, my philosophy was always that if that person really loved me, he’d take me as I am, without trying to change me one bit.

And, one day, two years ago, I met just that Person. You know Him pretty well yourself, and I bet you fell finally and seriously in love with Him too.

He’s the only one who loved us when we were most unlovely. He’s the only one who truly put up with our bad habits, our sinful lifestyles, our ugly attitudes. He loved us until it hurt - until He hurt. He loves us still, despite our flaws and our weaknesses, despite the most unattractive trait about us that no one could ever make us change.

But the beautiful thing is that once we start to love Him back, and as we grow in love with Him, we actually start to change. Not because He forces us to, like a jealous lover trying to conform his beloved to his ideal, but because we ourselves want to be as beautiful as we possibly can for Him. We change because we love our Beloved, and want to show Him this love if only to respond ever so humbly to the immensity of His own unfathomable love for us. And as we change, we find ourselves growing even more in love with Him – I like to call it “rising in love” rather than “falling in love.” One thing I’ve noticed in my two short years in this relationship is that as we continue to grow in love with Him, so too do we become less and less the unlovely, disobedient creatures we once were and more and more like our Beloved as we learn to tune in to His heartbeat and dance to the rhythm of His will.

Happy Second Anniversary to my fellow R2D1 beloved, who have so magnificently and beautifully blossomed in our Father’s love over the last two years. One of the greatest gifts the Master has blessed me with is the wonderful company with whom I am privileged to walk this Walk with. May we all approach His throne together one day, and be able to finally rest in the joyful homecoming embrace of the One we call Father and King.


2 June 2004

Happy Third Anniversary in advance, my R2D1 beloved - I love you still, and I always will: Jinggay, Jason, Ryan baby bro, Clairebear, Lynette, Mightor, Mia B, Armi, Buddy, and Rae. This, I sense, is the love song He's singing to us this year - He would do anything, and He gave up everything, just to be with us for all time:

Love Song
Third Day

I've heard it said that a man would climb a mountain
Just to be with the one he loves
How many times has he broken that promise
It has never been done.
I've never climbed the highest mountain
But I walked the hill of calvary

Just to be with you, I'll do anything
There's no price I would not pay
Just to be with you, I'll give anything
I would give my life away.

I've heard it said that a man would swim the ocean
Just to be with the one he loves
All of those dreams are an empty emotion
It can never be done
I've never swam the deepest ocean
But I walked upon the raging sea

I know that you don't understand
the fullness of My love
How I died upon the cross for your sins
And I know that you don't realize
how much that I gave you
But I promise, I would do it all again.

Just to be with you, I've done everything
There's no price I did not pay
Just to be with you, I gave everything
Yes, I gave my life away.