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Christmas Letter 2014

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Jojang and Matt

Jojang and Matt

Dear Family and Friends,

Waiting is a mystery, a natural sacrament of life. There is a meaning hidden in all the times we have to wait. It must be an important mystery because there is so much waiting in our lives.

–Fr. James F. Donelan, SJ

“Mama, please help me find a spot in the house where I can pray?” Matthew asked me one morning.

Surprised, I said, “Okay.”

The request was music to my ears because it was a healthy sign that Matthew is well enough to be able to practice what he loves most – meditation and contemplative prayer.

Gone are the days when our days, weeks and months are measured by the number of times he is rushed to the hospital. Gone are the days when a foul smell is enough to trigger an asthma attack.

Indeed, waiting is a sacrament because the last time Matthew was able to sit, meditate and pray was twelve years ago…

Thank you, Lord. You are so good!

Although Matthew has not fully regained his old health back, nowadays when he is not feeling well, we already know what to do and shortly after he is able to recover and bounce back. Of course, we still need to be careful, and avoid situations and places that may trigger him. But we have gone a long way off from before. Slowly but surely, we hope that he becomes even stronger than when he was before.

We would like to thank Dra. Chona who patiently and lovingly took care of us throughout all these years. You are God’s angel for us.

Lastly, we cannot end this letter without mentioning our blog. Now on its sixth year, we have 230+ followers and have reached 249,500+ hits; a wonderful reaffirmation that we must be doing something good and reaching out to so many people. We appreciate our cyber friends who regularly keep in touch. And even those that drop by once in a while.

Let me end this letter with a Christmas Prayer (not my own). It echoes what we have in our hearts….

Christmas Prayer

Meister Eckhart once said:

What good is it that Christ was born 2,000 years ago if he is not born now in your heart?

Lord, we do far too much celebrating your actual coming into our hearts. I believe in God, but do I believe in God-in-me? I believe in God in heaven, but do I believe in God-on-earth? I believe in God out there, but do I believe in God-with-us?

Lord, be born in my heart. Come alive in me this Christmas! Amen.

We pray that Christ will be alive for you this Christmas and all throughout the New Year ahead.


Matthew and Jojang

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December 8, 2014 at 11:59 am

Sacrament of Waiting

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When I was working in Makati (ages ago…) I would hear the noontime mass at the Asian Institute of Management. There, Fr. James Donelan, S.J. was the daily mass celebrant. He inspired me a lot. Although, I like all his homilies, The Sacrament of Waiting is my favorite. I hope and pray that you will be touched deeply as I am everytime I read it….


The English poet John Milton once wrote that those also serve who only stand and wait. I think I would go further and say that those who wait render the highest form of service. Waiting requires more self discipline, more self control and emotional maturity, more unshakeable faith in our cause, more unwavering hope in the future, more sustaining love in our hearts than all the great deeds of deering-do that go by the name of action.

Waiting is a mystery, a natural sacrament of life. There is a meaning hidden in all the times we have to wait. It must be an important mystery because there is so much waiting in our lives.

Every day is filled with those little moments of waiting, testing our patience and our nerves, schooling us in self control – pasensiya lang. We wait for meals to be served, for a letter to arrive, for a friend to call or show up for a date. We wait in line at cinemas, theaters and concerts. Our airline terminals, railway stations, and bus depots are great temples of waiting filled with men and women who wait in joy for the arrival of a loved one, or wait in sadness to say goodbye and give the last wave of the hand. We wait for birthdays and vacations. We wait for Christmas. We wait for spring to come or autumn, for the rains to begin or to stop.

And we wait for ourselves to grow from childhood to maturity. We wait for those inner voices that tell us when we are ready for the next step. We wait for graduation, for our first job, our first promotion. We wait for success and recognition. We wait to grow up, to reach the stage where we make our own decisions.

We cannot remove this waiting from our lives. It is part of the tapestry of living, the fabric in which the threads are woven that tells the story of our lives.

Yet current philosophies would have us forget the need to wait. “Grab all the gusto you can get.” So reads one of America’s great beer advertisements: Get it now. Instant transcendence. Don’t wait for anything. Life is short. Eat, drink and be merry because tomorrow you’ll die. And so they rationalize us into accepting unlicensed and irresponsible freedom, premarital sex and extra-marital affairs. They warn against attachment and commitment, against expecting anything of anybody, or allowing them to expect anything of us. They warn us against vows and promises, against duty and responsibility, against dropping any anchors in the currents of our life that will cause us to hold and wait.

This may be the correct prescription for pleasure, but even that is fleeting and doubtful. What was it Shakespeare said about the mad pursuit of pleasure? “Past reason hunted, and once had, past reason hated. ” No, if we wish to be real human beings, spirit as well as flesh, soul as well as heart, we have to learn to wait. For if we never learn to wait, we’ll never learn to love someone other than ourselves.

For, most of all, waiting means waiting for someone else. It is a mystery, brushing by our face everyday like a stray wind or a leaf falling from a tree. Anyone who has ever loved knows how much waiting goes into it, how much waiting is important for love to grow, to flourish through a lifetime.

Why is this? Why can’t we have right now what we so desperately want and need? Why must we wait – two years, three years, five years – and seemingly waste so much time? You might as well ask why a tree should take so long to bear fruit, the seed to flower, or for carbon to change into diamond.

There is no simple answer, no more than there is to life’s other demands – having to say goodbye to someone you love because either you or they have already made other commitments, or because they have to grow and find the meaning of their own lives; having yourself to leave home and loved ones to find your own path. Good byes, like waiting, are also sacraments of our lives.

All we know is that growth – the budding, the flowering of love – needs patient waiting. We have to give each other time to grow. There is no way we can make someone else truly love us or we them, except through time. So we give each other that mysterious gift of waiting, of being present without making demands or asking rewards. There is nothing harder to do than this. It truly tests the depth and sincerity of our love. But there is life in the gift we give.

So lovers wait for each other until they can see things the same way or let each other freely see things in quite different ways. There are times when lovers hurt each other and cannot regain the balance and intimacy of the way they were. They have to wait – in silence – but still present to each other until the pain subsides to an ache, and then only a memory and the threads of tapestry can be woven together again in a single love story. What do we lose when we refuse to wait? When we try to find short cuts through life? When we try to incubate love and rush blindly and foolishly into a commitment we are neither mature nor responsible enough to assume? We lose the hope of ever truly loving or of being loved. Think of all the great love stories of history and literature. Isn’t it of their very essence that they are filled with this strange but common mystery, that waiting is part of the substance, the basic fabric, against which the story of that true love is written ?

How can we ever find either life or true love if we are too impatient to wait for it?

Fr. James Donelan, S. J.

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September 3, 2008 at 6:34 pm