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The Rich Man and Lazarus

From now on, whenever and for as long I can, I'll be posting the Gospel reading every Sunday, as well as the reflection excerpt from 365 Days with the Lord. I believe as a Catholic and a Christian, it is my duty to evangelize and be witness to God’s word, and to help make Christ known, revealing how much He loves us, imperfect as we are.


September 30, 2007 / 26th Sunday in Ordinary Time (Green) Lk 16:19-31
The Parable of the Rich Man and Lazarus

[Jesus said to the Pharisees,] “There was a rich man who dressed in purple garments and fine linen and dined sumptuously each day. And lying at his door was a poor man named Lazarus, covered with sores, who would gladly have eaten his fill of the scraps that fell from the rich man’s table. Dogs even used to come and lick his sores. When the poor man died, he was carried away by angels to the bosom of Abraham. The rich man also died and was buried, and from the netherworld, where he was in torment, he raised his eyes and saw Abraham far off and Lazarus at his side. And he cried out ‘Father Abraham, have pity on me. Send Lazarus to dip the tip of his finger in water and cool my tongue, for I am suffering torment in these flames.’ Abraham replied, ‘My child, remember that you received what was good during your lifetime while Lazarus likewise received what was bad; but now he is comforted here, whereas you are tormented. Moreover, between us and you a great chasm is established to prevent anyone from crossing who might wish to go from our side to yours or from your side to ours.’ He said, ‘Then I beg you, father, send him to my father’s house, for I have five brothers, so that he may warn them, lest they too come to this place of torment.’ But Abraham replied, ‘They have Moses and the prophets. Let them listen to them.’ He said, ‘Oh no, father Abraham, but if someone from the dead goes to them, they will repent.’ Then Abraham said. ‘If they will not listen to Moses and the prophets, neither will they be persuaded if someone should rise from the dead.’”

Reflection (Taken from 365 Days with the Lord): We Are Our Brother’s Keeper


Today’s gospel reading features the Parable of Lazarus and the Rich Man. Ironically, Jesus has given a name to the poor man but none to the rich man. We usually do the opposite. In society columns we carefully note the names of all the rich people who have attended Mrs. So-and-so’s reception, but would never dream of giving the names of the waiters or the musicians performing in the background. These do not count. The problem with the rich man- traditionally called Dives, which means “rich” in Latin – was not that he was rich, nor that he acquired his wealth by dishonest means, nor that he was rude or cruel towards Lazarus. The problem with Dives was that he simply chose to ignore Lazarus. Yet, he knew Lazarus’ existence since, once he finds himself in a place of torment, he recognizes him and calls him by name. Consequently, Dives was perfectly aware of Lazarus’ miserable condition. Everyday from the front terrace of his great mansion, he could spot him at his gate. But Dives just didn’t care. He had his fine clothes and his sumptuous banquets on a daily basis. That occupied all his attention. Obviously, if questioned about the fate of Lazarus, he would have responded with Cain’s retort” “Am I my brother’s keeper?” (Genesis 4:9). Well, the rest of the parable, with its complete reversal of fate in the afterlife, conveys quite clearly how Jesus would answer the question, “Am I my brother’s keeper?” He would answer it with a resounding YES! Dives was indeed his brother’s keeper, but he refused to act like one. It is easy to misunderstand this parable and to interpret it as a message of consolation for the poor: you are poor in this life, but one day all that will change with death. However, the story is not addressed to the poor. It is addressed as a warning to the rich. The proof of this is that Lazarus is a shadowy figure in the story and does not say a single word. Dives is the only character speaking, along with Abraham. Now, as in all parables, the ending or the “punch line” is the most important part of the story. Here the ending is entirely taken up by the dialogue between Dives and Abraham, and the lesson of the parable is contained in that dialogue. It warns the rich that their selfishness will be their doom if they refuse conversion. This parable has two main applications for us, one on the individual level and the other on the social level. On the individual level, we may not be economically rich but we are all rich in something: intelligence, health, looks, education, career, friends, and so on. Everyday we come across people who are far less rich than we are in one of these aspects. Let us be aware that we all have plenty of Lazaruses at our gates… On the social level, we are now noticing this worldwide phenomenon that in every country in the world the gap between the rich and poor is getting worse year by year: the rich are getting richer and the poor are getting poorer. If we are our brothers’ keepers, we cannot accept so great a disparity between brothers and brothers, rich and poor. Apart from being against the will of God, it sows the seed of social unrest, violent conflicts and international terrorism.
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It is not enough that we keep our hearts clean by refraining from evil; we must fill it with love by exercising our right, our duty to do good in this world, for that is the way Christ taught us.

                            

Reflections after Confession

There are two persons inside of you. One is good, overflowing with kindness and generosity. A being that loves profoundly, selfless to the point of being holy. The other, a cunning schemer, lazy yet manipulative, using the other side of you to mask its intentions. A shadow that is aware of the truth but hides from it, and often coats it with ingeniously crafted lies; it cannot stand the light.

Therefore, you are in danger.

You are in danger because one day, you may simply stop struggling; one day, you may find yourself unwilling to continue the fight. And then the other person, the good person - disappears completely. It is one thing to know what you must do; it is another to find the strength to do it.

Two things are required - constant prayer and daily discipline.

Prayer will help strengthen your faith. Through prayer you communicate with God and allow Him to direct and guide you. Discipline will fortify your will. Just like your habits, which are fruits of consistent action, acquiring discipline reinforces the good in you to continue doing the right thing.

Yes you are in danger. But you have not lost the battle. Everyday is an opportunity to choose which side of you should win.

There are two persons inside of you.

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Thank you Fr. Joe, for helping me see.

Ny Name is Optimus Prime!

Today I got to watch my all-time favorite robots -  The Transformers. On the big screen. For a  hundred and sixty pesos. At 12:01 in the morning.

W-o-w. Two and a half hours of non-stop action and I still can't get enough 'em! The movie just blew me away! Suffice it to say Michael Bay and Steven Spielberg did a great job. The film surpassed all my expectations. I'm not gonna give any spoilers, except for one. Watch out for the Mountain Dew Vending Machine. hehe.

I just wanna say that it was marvelous the way they were able to blend action and humor as seamlessly as possible. Two thumbs up!

As a kid of the 80's, I grew up with these characters. I watched them -these magnificent transforming robots - Optimus Prime and his noble Autobots - versus Megatron and his evil Decepticons. Everyday, on channel 9 I'd sit 2 feet away from the tv screen and watch them
fight it out for the fate of the universe (hence my myopic eye). They're awesome. They always were. Fictional characters like them have a special place in my heart. Fictional characters like them bring out the geek in me. Because for me, they symbolize every child's gift - the gift of imagination. These things keep me alive. And make me remember what it was like to be a kid.

Truly, as the wise Optimus would often say:

"There's more to us than meets the eye."


Autobots! Transform and roll out!!! 'Til All Are ONE!!! Whoohoooooo!!!

Can you hear it? It's in my mind...

It's an old song - still hits home though.


Hands Down by Dashboard Confessional


Breathe in for luck
Breathe in so deep
This air is blessed, you share with me
This night is wild, so calm and dull
These hearts, they race, from self-control
Your legs are smooth, as they graze mine
We're doing fine
We're doing nothing at all


My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me
So won't you kill me?
So I die happy
My heart is yours to fill or burst,
to break or bury, or wear as jewelry
Whichever you prefer


The words are hushed, let's not get busted
Just lay entwined here, undiscovered
Safe in here from all the stupid questions
"Hey did you get some?"
Man that is so dumb
Stay quiet, stay near, stay close, they can't hear
So we can get some


My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me
So won't you kill me?
So I die happy
My heart is yours to fill or burst,
to break or bury, or wear as jewelry
Whichever you prefer


Hands down this is the best day I can ever remember
Always remember the sound of the stereo
The dim of the soft lights
The scent of your hair, that you twirled in your fingers
And the time on the clock, when we realized It's so late
And this walk that we share together
The streets were wet, and the gate was locked,
So I jumped it, and let you in
And you stood at the door, with your hands on my waist
And you kissed me like you meant it
And I knew...that you meant it...you meant it.

Pure Rock N' Roll!

Once in a while, a breeze of fresh, clean air finds its way to you, and you can't help but feel good. Enter: The Bloomfields. They're a band. No, not just any band, a real in-your-face kick-ass band. Bangis. Their music isn't punk. It isn't alternative. Not even contemporary pop. It's a mix of boogie and good old-fashioned rock and roll. They play songs from the 60's, 70's and anything else Ramon Jacinto would probably have in his gig lineup.



The band is composed of: JJ LOZANO (21) on lead, LOUIE POCO on bass, PEPE LOZANO on rhythym, LAKAN HILA on piano/organ/keyboards and ROCKY COLLADO (21) on drums. Guess what: they even have RICKENBACKER GUITARS!!! (FYI, these are what John Lennon and Paul McCartney used back in the heydays).


Most of The Bloomfields repertoire involve revivals/remakes that were turned into jangle-pop; it leaves you with an aftertaste. :) Songs like Girl From Ipanema, King Creole, Ale, Walk On By and even Iskul Bukul have received makeovers whilst incredibly retaining the essence of the originals. Once again, crooning is in. Galing.


Their music kinda takes me back to a time when everything was laid-back and life wasn't a pain in the ass. I remember when my dad would just pop-in a tape in the cassette deck and I would either hear Elvis, The Beatles, the Beach Boys or Dave Clark Five play, and I would automatically dance in the living room, a crazed monkey out of a cage. Good times man, good times.


Go ahead, feel good. Check it out for yourselves.
The Bloomfields. Fruity-Magical-Blast-From-The-Past-Music. :)

You Snooze...

I guess I'm off the hook...for now. It's been 5 days since the last comprehensive exam, and right now I honestly dunno what to do this summer. My friend Ray suggested that I get a part-time job doing research, so I'll probably look into that possibility. Aside from that, I've got zilch. Zero. Nada. For the life of me I can't figure out why, after all the waiting, the aching to get some decent sleep - some R&R, here I am, typing this blog, still sad, still lonely, still miserably waiting for something else...

Stupid. That's me. All 6 letters. Clueless as to what I'm about. Sure I'm going to become a doctor. I'm going to save lives. I'm going to live my life wearing a white coat, spend the rest of my days seeing incomplete people and doing my best to make them whole again, or at the very least, try, and let them know they're not alone in their incompleteness. And that's that.

But what about me?   W h a t  .  a b o u t  .  ME.   The incomplete person that I am; that I was; that I have always been. Will I always stay this way? Will I always be incomplete? My high school guidance counselor once told me that we are all 'wounded healers'; we have been given the gift to help others in spite of the fact that we ourselves are in need of help. Sometimes I wonder if that holds true every time. Because there moments like this when I feel I really can't give what I don't have.

No. It's not right to whine. It's not right to complain when my life isn't as bad as others'. Still, just for today, I am cutting myself some slack. I am going easy on myself. Because I know. I know that even stupid people like me have a right to wrap themselves up in a cocoon. To lick their wounds. to be comforted. To rise again. To be happy. To be whole.

Crossroads

This day proved to be quite a downer for a lot of people, including me. It saddens me to know that most of my colleagues are contemplating on quitting medschool. Lately there has been an increasing number of students who need to undergo removals/remedials for their deficiencies in certain subjects. Though some deserve to take them, there are those who weren't fairly dealt with in terms of grade computation. That and a plethora of 'anomalies' in the university we're currently in adds up to the list of reasons why most of my classmates want to bail out.


Frankly, if I had a choice to transfer to another institution -one that can take better care of my rights as a student, I would. But having experienced what it's like living in the real world (and coupled with the fact that I don't have that many options), I can hardly stick to my idealistic principles. At least not totally. Because real life doesn't really give you a perfect school with perfect teachers, perfect tuition rates, perfect policies and perfect curricula. Oftentimes it is I as an individual who need to make things work - to make the most out of a given situation.


In my mind, there is this one question that never ceases to perturb me: How can I turn things around? And the answer, as I've painfully encountered so many times in the past, is this:  gradually.



And probably, that is the reason why, indeed,
patience is a virtue.

Eksena

Kanina-kanina lang...

Kasasakay ko lang ng jeep pa-Canlubang, mula sa tulay ng Mayapa. Papauwi na kasi ako. Pagka-upung pagka-upo ko, napansin ko na may katabi akong nursing student na babae (morena, maganda), at pilit nyang niyayapos ang boyfriend nyang mukhang nursing student din. Etong si boyfriend naman (medyo balingkinitan/payat), astang nagtatampo, yun bang, kada susuyuin ng babae, inaalis ang kamay at parang galit pa. Aba, LQ ata. Hindi ko naman buhay, so di ako naki-alam. Nang malapit na kami sa tapat ng Mary Help of Christians-Mayapa Parish, bigla na lang dinuro nung boyfriend yung lalaki sa tapat ng kinauupuan nya sabay hirit ng -

"Hoy! Kanina ka pa a! Ano gusto mo?"

Taka lahat...sabay sagot naman yung dinuro:

"Ha? Inaano kita? ANO PROBLEMA MO?"

Sumagot yung boyfriend:

"E ba't tingin ka ng tingin sa GF ko? Kanina ka pa e!"

Sabat yung girlfriend:

" 'bi, tama na..."

Laking gulat ko ng bigla na lang nagsalita yung dinurong lalaki ng ganito:

"E g@go ka pala, pano ko di titingin e gumagawa kayo ng eksena...@#%@mo pala e! Ano gusto mo? Panapok na lang!"

At yun na...wala sigurong 2 segundo ng sumugod na yung dinurong lalaki at bumitaw ng suntok...pero naka-ilag yung boyfriend at ang tinamaan ng kamao e yung salamin sa taas lang ng bintana ng jeep. Di pa nakuntento at sumuntok pa ulit. Tinamaan na yung boyfriend sa balikat. Gumanti na ng sapak. Tinamaan naman sa dibdib yung nasa kabila.

Mas malaking gulat ko ng marinig ko na lang sarili ko sumigaw:

"HOY, WAG KAYO DITO MAG-AWAY!!! KUNG GUSTO NYO MAGPATAYAN BUMABA KAYO!!!"


Sumang-ayon naman yung ibang mga pasahero, lalo na yung mga matatandang babae. Ang lakas ng loob ko, samantalang medyo malaki yung mamang unang nanapok. Hindi pa rin sila tumigil. Nanadyak yung boyfriend na pilit namang inaawat ng girlfriend nya. Hindi ko alam pero siguro ayoko na rin matakot yung ibang pasahero -  bigla na lang ako namagitan at pinigilan ko yung boyfriend, hawak ko sa braso. Buti na lang yung mama sa kabila inawat na rin nung mga kalalakihan malapit sa kanya. Sa puntong ito, pumreno na ang driver at nagsalita na rin:

"T@r@ntado kayong dalawa, sisirain nyo pa sasakyan ko! Mawawalan ako ng pasahero sa ginagawa nyo! Bumaba na kayo bago pa ko tumawag ng pulis."

Siguro natauhan na yung boyfriend at hinila na yung girlfriend nya palabas ng jeep. Tumawid sila ng kalsada. Siguro di pa sila nakakalayo nang napansin nung isang pasahero na may naiwan sila. Sinigawan nya yung mag-syota:

"Hoy, celfone nyo, naiwan nyo!"

Binalikan nung babae yung phone at nagpasalamat dun sa nag-abot. Umandar na ulit ang jeep. Maya-maya napansin ko na hinihimas nung mamang sumuntok kanina ang kanang kamao nya.

"Brod, masakit ba? Nasugat ka ba o ano?" Tanong ko.

"De, ayos lang to. T@$#@#!$ talaga yung p$@#$ 'yon pinagbibintangan pa ko. Mapapatay ko yun. Makita ko lang ulit yun..."

Yung lalaking katabi nya, nagbiro na lang:

"Sayang yung celfone, dapat di ko na sila tinawag. Ang dali lang 'nun o, isang bentahan lang, 3,000 na  yun! HEheheHEhe!" Sabay tawanan yung mga nasa jeep.

"May topak din kasi yung magkasintahan na yun e. Nag-iinarte pa, alam naman na maraming tao. Buti na lang pinigilan nyo, kundi, basag mukha nun," hirit pa ng isa.

Pagdating sa kanto ng village namin, pumara na ako at bumaba. Habang naglalakad pauwi ng bahay, di ko mapigilan ngumiti. Bakit? Hindi dahil natuwa ako sa nangyari. Hindi dahil masaya ako at may nasaktan.


Naisip ko lang...


Ang tunay na buhay pala, minsan, parang pelikula din. :P
Aksyon na aksyon! Hahaha!

Ang tao talaga. Mahirap pintahan.

Kaya siguro minsan, okay na rin pag di ako nagdadala ng sasakyan. Iba talaga pag-namamasahe. Marami akong natututunan.

Hooray!

Proof of God's goodness: I got exempted from the Pharmacology Final Exam, along with most of my intellectually-gifted buddies! I wasn't expecting it - I hated Pharma! I was pretty sure my grades were whack - I guess the Lord thought it would make for a nice show of encouragement. Again....Emmanuel. My name. His promise. Thanks be to God!!!

Now's a good time to be saying this: HALLELUJAH!!!

Para Matapos Na...

O sige, para sayo na nagsasabi ng mga sumusunod tungkol sa '300', na kesyo:

1. mababaw, wala namang storya;

2. predictable ang plot;

3. bayolente, panay pugutan ng ulo;

4. puro malalaswang eksena;

5. OA;

6. Pangit ang ending; mamamatay din pala nagpakahirap pa;

7. Pang-bading lang yung pelikula, panay ka-badingan lang.

Eto sa'yo:

1. Gusto mo ng malalim? Manood ka ng CSI sa cable, o kaya mga spy at detective movies. Wag 'to. Hindi naman ginawa ang 300 para mag-isip ka ng malalim e. Pinakita lang sayo yung ibang klaseng cinematography na para kang nanonood ng gumagalaw na graphic novel. Yung proseso kaya nun, hindi pa ba malalim para sayo? E di ikaw na magaling.

2. Predictable? Natural, e hango nga sa kasaysayan ng Gresya at Persya yan e. Kahit hindi mo na i-predict; basahin mo na lang. Libong taon na nakakaraan gawa na ang script nyan tsong.

3. Bayolente? Malamang-lamang - gera nga e. Ano gusto mo, mag-shakehands sila? Ano to EDSA? Ayaw mo ng bayolente? Easy. Manood ka ng Carebears.

4. Malaswa? Mag-asawa kaya yun. Atsaka kasama sa plot - May posebilidad mamatay asawa mo kinabukasan at di mo na makita, hindi mo ba gagawin yun? Tsk, tsk. Pero pag ang mga title "Turbuhan sa Tubuhan", o "Talong" o "Sabik" dali-dali ka sa sinehan. Na sa'yo lang malisya boy.

5. O.A.? Wag ka na lang manood ng pelikula. Ganun talaga trabaho ng mga artista. Kaya nga 'acting' ang tawag, di ba?

6. Kasi, siya,  may pinaglalaban. May prinsipyo. E ikaw? Awitan ka lang siguro ni Xerxes susuko ka na e. Marunong ka pa sa direktor.

7. Hmmm...projection. Hehe.

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Next time bago ka mag-critique ng pelikula...subukan mo muna mag-research. O kaya mag-isip.  'Bato-bato sa langit...ang tamaan...syempre masasaktan.'  XP

Sige subukan mo umepal.

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A repost from my multiply blog. Kabangisan. =P