My take. Late, as it may seem.

I was watching the news and came upon the bit about Carlos Celdran pleading not guilty for his offense.
I must admit, I'm a bit appalled. The Catholic Church had been taking the beating for quite a while already so what's new?

A lot of people cry out "martyrdom" for the costumed Celdran. But a lot of people as well, me included are appalled by the lack of respect. There is proper place and forum for everything. I might have applauded him, even only for his sheer audacity if he did that in Luneta or something. I think its a bit skewed that his name is now synonymous to being pro RH Bill. I also support the bill but I condemn the way Celdran sent the message. It's not about being punished because of what he believes in...but what he had done wrong.

The Church since medieval times had been a sanctuary, a place where people find refuge and protection. Even during bloodiest wars, its sacredness respected both by believers and non-believers.
Disrupting a Religious gathering, may it be Catholic or not, inside what its people deemed as the holiest place is PLAIN BASTOS.

Suddenly he is hailed as a hero, a trailblazer. Many supporting this man who "stood up." Everything vile and oppressive about the Catholic Church is spewed out as if it is a mere archaic institution stuck in the time of Damaso. The Church is suddenly written out in many blogs as this dark, sinister force that must be defeated. The Church will always and forever have its stand and it will always voice out its teaching, will always struggle with the changing times to hold true to the tenets of the Faith. It is for many, an anchor in this time of evolving values. Just as with any religion with the highest ideals and beliefs that are either Black or White, you cannot make the Catholic Church adjust for you. If you want change, it must be on the Cultural and Political level.

Every religion has its stand and voice but let's face it, The Catholic Church is one of the most influential, if not the most influential organization in the whole world and when it speaks, it is heard loud and clear. Don't be mad with the Catholic Church for voicing out its stand because they are not the ones passing the law. Air out your grievances to your spineless government leaders who can't make their own decisions.
Everything is almost always blamed on the Catholic Church, forgetting how many times directly or indirectly it has brought us together as a nation.

I do not blame people who lose their faith and move to other religion, if that is how they find God then so be it. But making a sweeping conclusion of the Church based on shallow interpretations as well as faults made my some Catholic leaders is unfair, biased and excessive.

"There is no perfect religion because there is no perfect man." In the end, you are guided only by the most basic principles by which your Faith stands.

The past few days had been a blur. October 26 was the darkest and saddest night of my life so far but how true it was proven to me that it is during your hardest hour that you see your true self.
My sister was right. You become strong when there is no other choice in the world but to be strong.

I was going through the most intense pain, both physical and emotional and all I could see was my husband's face. I could feel my family's love from the other side of the world but at 2 am, we were just alone.
And I realized that's how it is. That is how it would always be.

Now, all I could remember was just thinking how glad I was that he is the one beside me. That he is the one I am married to.

God sends messages and little reminders at our low points. I may not always understand His will. But I will always trust in Him. "Be still and know that I am God."

I feel that in every end, in every death, there is a beginning.

I look forward to that.

Bookmark thought

It's been a week since I last wrote here. Lately, my posts had been about how busy I am but this past week, was a week of retrospection. Once in a while, we all have those moments when we stop and think about the things happening in our lives.

Being a perfectionist that I am, I tend to over-analyze things: from the most random stuff such as my choice of purchases (buyer's remorse) to more frustrating things such as conversations with people (as if I would really know what they were thinking about).

Even though I am aware of such foibles in my personality, I tend to forge them in my life, not so much by choice but out of habit. Knowing what's bad for me is sometimes not enough to break the pattern. It just so much easier and much more familiar I guess to keep on doing what I'm used to. I guess I'm a victim of an old adage that says there is safety in familiarity.
But the problem with overanalyzing things is that it never stops. Overanalyzing things branch out to different directions, pointing out to more complicated and unchartered path that requires further examination. The past week, I found myself mentally locked and exhausted overthinking things and worrying so much about choices, plans and decisions.
After running around for quite some time, I stopped more out of exhaustion (and exasperation), and it finally dawned on me.


It is what it is.
The past week being a bit emotionally taxing for me made me arrive to this conclusion and I choose not to dwell on the negative side anymore. I guess I should trust more the Divine Plan even though at times, I get just a tad confused with surprise twists and turns.
I am too busy controlling every dot when I should enjoy every comma, every glide and marvel at the unfolding of things.

I realize when you count your blessings and fill your life with so much love and gratitude---there won't be enough room for resentment.

After all, Life is too short and too beautiful to focus on so much negativity (like worrying just a bit too much). ☺

Back to the old grind

All alone again and cramming with piled-up things to do. Same old, same old.

I am yet to organize photos of the last two weeks. Much to my sisters' exasperation, I am lazy when it comes to uploading photos. My facebook albums only show about 5% of my camera files. I love taking photos---sorting through and posting is another matter.

Anyway, I'm going to try to today. Will post later.

been busy, busy, busy

and I love it! My little 2-year-old niece is the cutest little pumpkin. She is a little boss and basically had been running the house for the last days. After Saturday, this little house in P8 will be a quiet one again.

I'm dreading Saturday, the end of what I had been anticipating for the last three months. I get teary-eyed just thinking about them leaving.

I'm going to throw myself to nonstop work mode after Saturday. But for now, we still have two days.