Showing posts with label faith. Show all posts
Showing posts with label faith. Show all posts

18.5.12

The Road to Holiness: Blessed John Paul II



He is more than a person in the history. A playwright, an artist, a sportsman, a scholar, a writer, a traveler, a speaker, a professor, a leader, an advocate of the youth, a Pope, a man who lived his life in holiness-- John Paul II.

Born Karol Józef Wojtyła on May 18, 1920 in Wadowice, Republic of Poland and whose birthday is celebrated on this very day. 


I wobbled my head as I take a brief look into how he led his life. As I flip through the pages of George Weigel's book The End and the Beginning: Pope John Paul II-- The Victory of Freedom, the Last Years, the Legacy I get to come out with immense appreciation about how he maintained a holy life in celibacy despite catching the world in reprobate invasion. 

On Communism

It was mid 1920's when the Red Army invaded Europe. The young polish never had an idea that he would grow up in a rather unstable society. He was 18 when he moved to Kraków to begin undergraduate studies in Philology at the Jagiellonian University. A year after, Germany invaded Poland sending forth World War II, crippling a nation of mostly Christians into a helpless one. 

The shift in the lives of Karol's friends and relatives being murdered, and of few fighting Church leaders being imprisoned has immolated his aching heart. All human rights and hopes put in carnage, and the death of his father Karol Wojtyła, Sr. prompted him to take part in bringing back human dignity. 

Karol Wojtyła's vocational discernment was profoundly shaped by his experiences of the Second World War...his daily life amidst  brutality and random death; his resistance activities; his first experience of manual labor; and his first steps in Carmelite spirituality; the death if his father and the murder of his friends.

In late 1939, every man young and able in the family was forced to work for the Nazis (German invaders). Karol plied as manual laborer and began underground academic life and resistance activities. Eventually his name bobbed up in communist secret police records. He joined in student demonstration that attacked these communist secret police and internal security forces. 

On Priesthood

In between the years of guns and bloods Karol was accepted into clandestine seminary program. Archbishop Sapieha believed in his ability and heart to influence especially the young, in spreading the word of God and in fighting for the rights of human dignity. Sapieha ordained him as priest in 1946 and sent him for a higher theological study in Rome. 

He spent his first years in priesthood in Poland. He established to young men and women what he calls his Srodowisko where he took these young people into camping and kayaking as well as teaching and studying the words of God. He had unconfined appeal to the young people. Everyone who became part of his life gets enlivened. 

Young people were attracted to Father Karol Wojtyła for many reasons: his intelligence, his friendliness, his human sympathy--- "his permanent openness".
The late Pope kissing a baby

Father Karol who later on became Dr. hab. Wojtyla professor-ed in universities after being awarded the habilitation doctorate. He later became Bishop Wojtyla. The Second Vatican Council opened in 1962 and a year later, Karol was named Archbishop of Kraków by Pope Paul VI. In 1967 he became cardinal. He defended human rights of all Poles, believers and unbelievers. 

Human beings, he insisted, had a natural instinct for the truth of things, a built-in inclination to the true, the good, and the beautiful. Yet men and women were free to make real choices, choices that we can know by reason to be decisions between what is objectively good and what is objectively evil, between what is noble and what is base. To reduce those choices, as communism did, to expressions of class interest or other economic forces was to dehumanize the human person. And if communism misunderstood human dignity and human freedom, it also misunderstood human community and society.
Cardinal Wojtyla kneeling before Pope John Paul I 

After the short stint of John Paul I as Pope, Karol Wojtyla took over and became Pope John Paul II. He reigned as Pope of the Catholic Church from 1978 to 2005. He was the second longest-serving Pope in history and is undoubtedly the most-traveled one. 

His strong passion to spread the light and words of God led him to conduct Papal visits in many countries-- to the works of Mother Theresa of Calcutta in India, to promoting the essence of intact family in the US, and even to non-Catholics [Judaism religion for example], to Al Qaeda's Operation Bojinka's plan to assassinate him, supposedly in his visit in Manila in 1995 but was materialized in St.Peter's Square. He respected other religions including Islam. Most people in the world saw his spiritual profoundness through his undying passion for forgiveness and prayer. 

Pope John Paul II immediately after he was shot 

Weigel mentioned in his book that Pope now Blessed John Paul II gathered his largest crowd in human history on the world's least-Christian continent, when he celebrated the closing Mass of World Youth Day in Manila, Philippines on January 15, 1995. I feel honored as a Filipino on the vastness of warm welcome and support that my nation gave to the Pope that time.

Blessed John Paul II's message to the Filipino people:

God has given you two great gifts: the richness of your faith and the closeness of your family.
 On Love and Marriage 

He was not only a Pope concerned of life but of love, marriage, and sexuality. He wrote a book entitled Love and Responsibility in 1960 which speaks of work, philosophical in nature, on the human person, human sexuality, love and marriage which I will attempt to blog about in the next days.

Published in Polish in 1960 and in English in 1981

George Weigel's work for years paid off in fulfilling his promise to the late Pope to tell in complete detail the road to holiness that a man named Karol Józef Wojtyła did in the history of the 20th century. 


Pope John Paul II praying at the Western Wall 

In Weigel's parting words to the late Pope before his death:
The conversation over dinner was wide-ranging, and at one point, after the usual papal kidding about my having written "a very big book," John Paul asked about the international reception of Witness to Hope, his biography, which I had published five years earlier. He was particularly happy when I told him that a Chinese edition was in the works, as he knew he would never get to that vast land himself. As that part of the conversation was winding down, I looked across the table and, referring to the fact that Witness to Hope had only taken the John Paul II story up to early 1999, I made the Pope a promise: "Holy Father," I said, "if you don't bury me, I want you to know that I'll finish your story." 

It was the last time we saw each other, this side of the Kingdom of God.



Even up to now, I still find myself in tears of joy and admiration to this great holy man. 








Reference:
The End and the Beginning: Pope John Paul II-- The Victory of Freedom, the Last Years, the Legacy by George Weigel
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3.5.12

Blessed John Paul II: Seeking for His Intercession


The calendar flipped another page and began the first of May yesterday. I am due to take an off from hospital duty so I thought for activities to fill in the hours while I am away from pressure and stress. 

Some of my latest obsessions I looked forward to comforting me include buying the latest collection of clothes from a favorite online store and watching the brand-new episode from a favorite TV show. But none of them of course ensconced that something inside was bothering me.

To my mind co-oped the thought that being a nurse is never at all easy. Unsolicited challenges come that test a nurse's ability to handle every situation well without losing the strength to go ahead no matter how hard life gets.

I ran into a serious challenge on work. I would rather not tell the story except for the truth that it affected me so much. 

I swear have never been this negative since but when a situation hits me hard, it's never easy to stand back up and continue the walking. I know how my spiritual side went downhill since the time I forgot when. 

Enough for the cliffhangers. 

What happened to me recently proves again that no earthly things, tangible or intangible could ever make a peaceful heart. 

I just reached the point where I am so desperate to recollect myself and be whole again. But I am forgetting where exactly to start. 

I never expected to catch the first day of May so bad. My eyes were so fluffy. My heart-felt so heavy. 

I had no immediate person to talk to so I simply reached for the rosary without saying a single prayer and my mind remaining cluttered.

It was last year when the Roman Catholic faithful like me dedicated this same day to Mother Mary. It was also the feast of St.Joseph the Worker, the Divine Mercy Sunday, and the day of Beatification of now Blessed John Paul II. Having all these remembered made me I grasp that prayer is always the last and best weapon left. Regardless of why painful things have to happen and never knowing when and how they get solved, it is important to always hold to our faith to the Lord.

Without faith, it is impossible to please God. For he who comes to God must believe He exists, and rewards those who diligently seek Him. (Hebrews 11:6) 

The life of Blessed John Paul II portrayed a good example of faith to God. 

I would like to share this beautiful prayer I used, imploring favor through the divine intercession of Blessed John Paul II:

16.2.12

Junks God Makes


I came across this video while browsing on my Facebook news feed. It broke my heart. I realized how God molded everything exactly as he sees it suitable.

Watch it. Let it break and change you too.




Junks God makes are not actually junks!





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18.1.12

Going Viral: Why I Hate Religion, but Love Jesus


You have probably seen it go viral on twitter and facebook.
   
Jesus versus religion, or is it really?


9.9.11

On Losing Hopes and Giving Up


Life is mostly fair, at one point it is great. But that is of course when everything goes well and problems are easily resolved.

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It’s hard to warrant life as being good when too much problems hits you in the eye. When you’re laid off at work and your mother gets cancer; or you failed in the board exam five times, and went through a very painful annulment; or when the society attached you stigma simply because you fall short physically for a human eye.

People you know and who knows you in the same way work up to tell you that life can still get better if only you hold on to it. But you know to yourself that no one thing that they said has come up to give you a hasty remedy because the pain is engraved deeply, an unfathomable form of spiritual emptiness and clutter. Nobody in good shape of life can just plainly understand how difficult it is to get imprisoned in that kind emotional whack.

When the only legal thing life’s trials has ever done to you is to make you feel so deserving of misery, don’t you think it’s easier to give up and lose hope?

5.9.11

When God's Answer Doesn't Make Sense


I have been knuckling down myself, volunteering in a hospital for almost eight weeks. That’s nearly two months. And until now I really wonder how I was able to hold down close to months of physical and emotional burnout of working 40 hours every week without pay, and a slight amount of ill-humor from few random people around.

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Honestly, that is even far from other people’s experience. But one of the hardest parts of getting through bad situations is when you reach the point where you can no longer balance yourself well. It happened to me in the past few weeks.

I belong to an entire generation of Nurses who after graduating and getting the license hardly gets a paying job in the same profession. Or when we get a chance we have to start from scratch and become a “volunteer”. It’s one of the trending professional misplace these days. Even supposing, I still find it okay. Sometimes we really have to start from the bottom to get to where we want (the top).

There only came a point when I could no longer find my passion in what I was doing. At times I become so ambivalent of whether my motivations for entering into nursing were really right. Or if I ever had a wrong notion about it. 

Going on duty always seemed like a struggle each day. And often times I think of quitting and never coming back to the hospital again.

When my co-trainees ask me what my plans are after the training or if I’d still ever want to work in the hospital, I stutter and trip over my words hoping to find an answer I would not regret. But even I. Even I was racking to find my own answer to the question. 


I didn’t know what to do. I cried each night and found myself always praying that I would never do any harm to my patients despite the inner struggles I was having for weeks.

I’ve never been this negative in the several years past. But adequate enough to say that losing hopes amidst too much negative circumstance shots no one in exemption.

1.8.11

The Greatest Story Ever Told


Today I turned 21. One thing that gets me high on my birthday is when I start to hang in to whoever among my family, friends, special people, and acquaintances remembers to post a birthday greeting on my facebook wall,tsk! A preoccupation this is.

Suffice it to say, that is all I could ever be thankful of; letting in God’s best in love and mercy through other people. 

The more I get to receive their greetings, the more I get reminded of how my life has been glutted with inspiration by other people and how I ripened each time because of them.

Let alone myself understand that maturity (in mind) and wisdom (in heart) doesn’t necessarily come as we age, it comes as to how we have endured and bandy with the daily challenges of life. That’s why I’m determined to learn as my age upturns.

Really, my birthday is all about being grateful for everything that came about in the past 21 years. And I also hope to not just receive more blessings but be more of a blessing to others.

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These are all the many blessings I got from today,

Screen shots of the greetings of love and happiness from:

20.7.11

Idly Busy


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Doing nothing can sometimes be very tiring”. Don’t you think this is one of the most familiar oxymoron you could ever hear?

Oftentimes we grumble about our jobs draining us and errands preoccupying most of our supposedly free time. Sometimes when paper works pile up and our to-do list sit out unaccomplished, we opt to one day finding a time to loosen up and really do nothing to compensate for the “cruel kindness” this busyness has caused us. And when we think we’ve had too much of work we could not do otherwise because it’s what makes our living or else we won’t get our lives moving forward. I’m not so sure if you can relate with me on this.

When our motivation for things go AWOL and our equal right to find some rest gets more bereaved, to for moment be idle becomes a credible way of escape. However, idleness often betrays us more than we think. It makes haste slowly of our longing to get a temporary break and be back right up again. 

“The busy man is troubled with but one devil; the idle man by a thousand”.
Doing nothing instead widely opens the door to the attacks of the tempter. Idleness invites an ample time for us to rather think of many varied things that either dirt our minds or make it become more negative. 

When we become busier being idle, it retards out desire for life and ambition. To physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually be productive is an aim a little impossible; paralyzing our way to success (i.e. to successfully attain what we’re supposed to achieve and make good at it).

        “The way to be nothing is to do nothing”. 


It said, let the devil always find you doing something and he’ll soon be convinced that it is of no use. But don’t let him find you idly busy, as what Socrates said, “Not only is he idle who is doing nothing, but he that might be better employed”.

The disadvantages of idleness affect no one in exemption. That’s why you have to give yourself the right cure once you reach a point of exhaustion and the lack of motivation.

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Here’s a weird bit but sensible advice from Elizabeth Gilbert in one of her articles: 

If you've lost your life's true passion (or if you're struggling desperately to find passion in the first place), don't sweat it. Back off for a while. But don't go idle, either. Just try something different, something you don't care about so much. Why not try following mere curiosity, with its humble, roundabout magic? At the very least, it will keep you pleasantly distracted while life sorts itself out. At the very most, your curiosity may surprise you. Before you even realize what's happening, it may have led you safely all the way home.  





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14.7.11

A Healthy Amount of...Lust?


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Yeah, let’s talk about it open-mindedly. Do away with your prejudices for a moment. It’s a topic so unusual for me to write about, yet it’s one of the most interesting, right? 

Lust.  It isn’t just a guy problem. It’s a problem of both the macho and the unmanly-- a human problem.

Most people young and old have issues with this. Those who think they don’t may freely stop reading the next lines and click the “X” button on the upper right. This is for all people single, dating, married, or separated who is most probably facing the same habitual sin.

While writing about it is easier said than done, lust has become a confidential sin that lie in wait of people in distinctive yet common ways. I won’t make up for all the right solutions and judgment on this matter. None of us come to anything with conspicuous analysis. Everyone is but civilly passing on premises and speculations according to the decipherability of an idea and some personal influences.

Thrashing out this topic, though would demand more than a few thoughts and deliberation. But touching a fraction of it would, I think do you more justice than acquainting you with litany of estimations. So I promise to sum this up to a few descriptive.

          This post has been inspired by a book that speaks of sexual morality by Joshua Harris, a good Christian Author who “rightly beguiles” you into yielding and seeking for the best author and giver of love, life, and faith. I may not agree in everything that he’s written there but reading his books and understanding his points somehow makes me feel eligible to meditate on moral dedications and be responsible in sharing these ideas without being too anecdotal lest faulty opinions lead me self-righteous.

Here’s a familiar scenario: 

A sexy and attractive lass is walking down the hallway in spaghetti straps and miniskirts. There’s nothing wrong with appreciating the attractiveness of this head turner and that staring at her and trying to imagine a little bit more is very minimal in comparison to actually walking up to intentionally harass her. Or, purposely or accidentally clicking on porn tube instead of youtube to watch few videos is not as grave as engaging into fornication with several sexual compulsives. Do you agree? 

While some people may not have the same opinion, agreeing to this is like tantamount to saying that not giving up 100 % to lust is still acceptable; that there is a precise limit of percentage of it that won’t make that much of damage for so long as you know how to control yourself. 

But how do we know if we’re on the right measure of lust? What are the things that we could consider as justifiable whenever we try to lust? Or if a little amount of it is fair, then why is lust still ever found in the 7 capital sins?

1.7.11

Learn to Love Your (Naked) Self


How many times have you thought about being naked? Or so, have you ever thought about your own nakedness-- unclad, bare-skinned, and transparent? And when you have, what did you see and how did you feel about it?

                This entry has been inspired by Amy Bloom in her article from Oprah.com. Glory is to God for his never-ending inspiration through other people’s writings.

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It’s not so often that we think of ourselves stripped off from our shoulder straps and our plaid printed pajamas heading to our bathrooms, washing up, and stepping out with our body half-ly covered with towel. People barely talk about nakedness in its literal sense and within the limits of it. Frequently, the scenes that follow in their minds are the ones that become daily challenge to men and women alike.  But that’s a separate point in question.

Amy Bloom said she went from pajamas to underwear to clothes every morning and back the other way every night. And no one had said anything to her about what a good time was to be had between pajamas and underwear. I thought with her experience that many of us, people in our subliminal sense still pass around the pleasant feeling of being at peace with our own brand of nakedness. Most of the time what we see in the mirror turns out to be unfavorable. It’s hardly ever that we come close to the mirror and see ourselves naked and smiling at the same time. Some  of us would only notice the cellulites that crowd in our hind end or the freckles and pimples that lay proudly across our face. 

Fit yourself around the confident few. If you’re not assured with how you look, it will obviously show. God for certain didn’t make a mistake in molding you into how you naturally look today. He’s the best of the best creators more than the famous sculptors and painters. He has the most perfect description of a human body. He made you exactly how you look. But he sure didn’t make you exactly how you feel with how you look. See the difference? And maybe what I’m trying to say is, it can be all about attitude.

Feeling unhappy about the way you look might have started since you were young.

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