Finding God in the Eggplant, the Tomato and the Corn . . .
Yesterday coming home, I found a box by my door. It contained a big round eggplant, four ears of corn, and a dozen tomatoes. They were fresh and newly harvested. Even without a name from whom they came I knew they could only have been given by John, who cuts my grass every other week. John and I used to talk about plants for I also grew eggplants and tomatoes and corn. Like him, I also did vegetable gardening and enjoyed it immensely. Last season I had a bountiful harvest
In the country of my youth, distance is measured in kilometers, not miles. Between my hometown and Manila, the capital, are 100 concrete mini-monuments by the roadside, marking the number of kilometers you are away from the capital, more exactly the Luneta, where the kilometer stone "0" is located fronting the monument of our national hero, Dr. Jose Rizal. Commuting from the capital to my hometown, I knew that we were halfway when we reached Baliwag (km 50), close to home whe
Looking Close . . . Looking Far
Gustave Doré's illustration to Dante's Divine Comedy Two events occurred one after the other in our parish this week: funeral Masses for two long-time parishioners, Ester and Lita, the first on Thursday and the other on Friday, and the wake services for them held at the funeral home the day before. The reality of one's inevitable leaving this earthly life strikes at one's consciousness again at these times, and what happens after this departure is taken up in the "words of r
The Tale of a Man Who Called God Stupid
Once upon a time in an island far away, there was a leader. He was known to be a strict leader. The people in the group of islands gave him the power to rule over them, hoping he would improve their lives. The first thing he did was to try to get rid of drug pushers and drug addicts . He gave his policemen and generals authority to kill them even without trial. Thousands of suspected pushers and addicts were killed. Most were poor. Their families grieved. But they could not d
A Silver Dollar
For the last time I came to my work area I had occupied the past many years to clear my desk and to gather my personal stuff to take home. Sister Charles, still recovering from a foot surgery, came by holding on to her walker from the adjacent Sisters' House. She had always talked to me every time she passed by my desk on her way to and from her Math classes, and now she knew what I was doing. As usual, she asked how I and my family were doing and I did the same. She pointed
"How long, O Lord . . . How long . . . ?"
When we first came to America decades ago, it was very different from the America that it turned out to be only a short time later. At that time there were no school and night club and newspaper offices shootings, no street protests that turned violent and ended in the destruction of private property. People then were more civil. Never did I experience a horn being blown from a car behind me for failing to go two seconds after the traffic lights turned green. Then, Catholic