This Day

I don’t know what happened but things changed. I wasn’t able to finish studying part of Theology as I started to study another religion. It makes up my small leisure time. And sometimes, I feel bad about it. I guess I’ll be studying both. I’ll try to divide my time between those two subjects.

Mom went to Davao yesterday. There, she’ll be meeting her doctors and I guess she did undergo lab tests last night. Mom is quite down as her bones are sometimes aching. That’s not good… So, please pray for my Mom.

I’ll be closing this month with 4 essays from people who lost their loved ones in the war of Iraq. I read these from the internet yesterday and I pitied them. It saddens me that they’re so young. Most of all, I was touched with these 4 true stories of American soldiers. I know I couldn’t do anything for them now that they’re gone but to offer prayers for their souls’ eternal rest. Please do as well. Thanks.

Ryan Montgomery Campbell
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My son, Sgt Ryan Montgomery Campbell, was born November 7, 1978, in Enterprise, Alabama, the son of an Army helicopter pilot. Ryan grew up in California and Missouri, "making do" with few material possessions. He went on to graduate from college and planned to attend graduate school. He was killed in action in Iraq April 29, 2004 after being in country for 13 months. What I loved most about my son was his ability to get along with most anyone and his special affection for children, especially those who go without. He had wanted to make a difference in the lives of the children in Iraq. --Mary Ann MacCombie, Kirksville, MO (submitted on April 30, 2007)

Blain Ebert
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Blain Ebert was a cocky guy. We were in the same Bradley crew. I was the driver, he was the gunner. He outranked me by position. It angered me when he yelled at me, but he did have more expirience in the "track" and I respected that. We argued alot, but I still did what he said. He encouraged me to ask about the track, and showed me how to work the gun. We deployed to Iraq in 2004. One hot day, we were posted outside of a mosque. We looked for enemy activity but everything looked calm. He shared candy with me saying, "don't take the peanut butter cups, theyre mine." We then talked about family, the army, and life in general to pass time. As he whistled the song "Whos That Lady?" I heard a loud pop! I assumed it was gunfire and told him to get down. I felt relief when i saw him getting down. Then I realized that he was falling down, not getting down. I thought he was hurt, but by the way he fell i knew he was dead. He fell on me with a gunshot to the head. I remember holding him tightly and screameing "Ebert". I yelled at Smitty,(the driver) to turn on the track and get us out of there. I felt his blood trickle down my hands and legs covering the turret floor. For some reason, I didn't want to let him go. I didn't want him to hit the floor. I didn't want to give the enemy the satisfaction of another fallen soldier. This may seem silly, but it made sense at the time. The entire way to the hospital, I remember crying in anger, yelling, and asking why he had to die. I thought of his wife, family, and what we talked about earlier. I told him he couldn't go. I looked for enemies while trying to talk to him. When we got to the hospital, Sgt. O and Sgt. T took him from my arms and I followed the stretcher. I stopped about half way and said to myself "Whats the use? He's already dead.". I sat on a chair at the entrance and began to cry. 5 minutes later, I felt someones arm around me. It was a Major trying to console me. He guided me into the hospital where I cried for a good while. Just when I was starting to calm down, the rest of the platoon came in the room. Spc. Bennedetto saw me and I stood right up. We looked at each other, and began to cry some more. The doctors let us say our last goodbyes to Ebert. We stacked hands and said our platoon motto in his honor: "Dark Knights, 1 team 1 fight!" There wasn't a dry eye in the room. The next day we were back out there, in the same spot, patrolling the same area. We finished our mission in febuary and brought honor to Ebert's name. He didn't die. He GAVE his life for a cause in wich he believed in. He left this earth sharing, singing, and teaching me how to be a better soldier. For that, I thank him. Everyday I thank God for the opportunity to be here. It could of been me that died that day. Why him and not me? I may never know the answer, but I'm grateful. I will think about that day as long as I live. I will honor Ebert every day I spend in the Army. Thanks for the honor of serving with you. God bless. --James Buscampell, Ft. Eustis, VA (submitted on May 12, 2007)

Justin Allan Rollins
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My son, SPC Justin Allan Rollins was KIA on March 5th, 2007, along with five other soldiers from the 82nd Airborne. They were killed by an IED. He was due home for his break, as he had been in Iraq since August 8th. That was the last time that I got to see my beautiful, loving son. My son gave up his life so that we could have our freedom. I am so proud of him, for being so strong. I mourn the plans he had of marriage, having children and living a full life. He was only 22 years old. My life has changed forever because of losing him. He was so vivacious, always fun to be around, and was such a good friend to all. He never complained the entire time he was in Iraq, except for the fact that he didn't get much time to sleep. He was on mission after mission. We owe all these brave men so much. I never thought that my son would be taken away from me. I love you so much Justin....and I am so proud of you! --Rhonda Rollins, Newport New Hampshire, NV (submitted on April 27, 2007)

Justin Allan Rollins (an animal lover)
Updated: 7:48 p.m. ET May 25, 2007 CONCORD, N.H. - The family of Army Spc. Justin Rollins finally got to hold one of the last things he held. A female puppy the 22-year-old nuzzled the night before his death in a roadside bombing in Iraq frolicked Friday in New Hampshire, completing a nearly 6,000-mile journey that Rollins' family and girlfriend began pushing for after seeing photos of him with a newborn litter. "It was the last bit of happiness Justin had," said Rollins' girlfriend, Brittney Murray. Rollins and some other soldiers from the 82nd Airborne found the puppies outside an Iraqi police station March 4 but weren't allowed to bring them back into their barracks. Rollins was killed the next day in Samarra. After Murray saw the photos, she sought help finding the short-haired dog, named Hero as a reminder of the man who planned to propose to her on his next visit home, she and his mother said. U.S. Rep. Paul Hodes contacted the U.S. Central Command, which ordered the 82nd to retrieve the pup and turn it over to delivery company DHL. Hero arrived Thursday night at Kennedy International Airport in New York, visited a veterinarian and arrived in New Hampshire overnight. The floppy-eared pooch — mostly white, with brown spots along the right side of its muzzle and paws still too big for its 15-pound body — was a hit Friday as she sniffed around Hodes' office, pausing to piddle on the carpet. Whether the mixed-breed puppy is the one in the photo didn't matter. Several people claimed credit for the dog's name, but everyone agreed it was a fitting tribute to Rollins, whose parents said he was always an animal lover. "We have a dog and three cats at home. When he was little, they all were on his bed," said his mother, Rhonda. Rollins was buried in Arlington National Cemetery with a baseball signed by Red Sox player David Ortiz, who met him last summer shortly before Rollins' unit was deployed. "He really did believe in what he was fighting for," Rhonda Rollins said of her paratrooper son. "I think he'd be thrilled there was a positive story from the negative thing that happened to us. ... He was such a happy-go-lucky guy." Copyright 2007 The Associated Press. All rights reserved.

Nicholas J. Manoukian
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In Honor and loving memory of my son Cpl Nicholas J.Manoukian,my "Fallen Warrior".As troops pass by in a parade he is just a tree in a forest of men.When he travels from his homeland to the heat of battle,he is just someone who fills a seat on the air transport.To the enemy he is just another faceless target to be eliminated. But this Warrior is more than just a number.He is the beautiful baby,an only child that filled his mother's heart with so much love that she easily devoted her life to him.He is the young boy who suffered the loss of his loving father at the tender age of 12 causing pain more intense that any wound in battle.He is the teenager who could get into mischievous trouble,charm the girls,and keep his friends laughing.He is the organizer of fun,the Artist that makes sketch paper and canvas come alive.He is the accomplished drummer,creator of rhythms that could make his drums resonate with brilliance.He is the romantic that writes poetry to the girl that is special to his heart..the girl that would compel him to ride a bicycle on just a wheel rim without a tire to complete the journey to her home.He is the romantic that proposes to her by celebrating all of the Holidays that they will miss together while he is deployed to Iraq for a second time,ending with sending her on an Easter egg hunt to find her ring in July.He is the Step Daddy to a 2 yr old little boy who as he grew would depend on him for guidance into manhood.He is the young man who commands respect and love from a stepfather who is proud to call him his son.He is a MARINE who is loyal to his brother warriors who love him for his wonderful sense of humor and always reaching out to others to help them in any possible way.He is the man tough enough in body and spirit to face the enemy for the freedom of his nation and still be able to tenderly say "I love you Mom".He is the cherished son, the joy and love of his Mom's entire world. Now this vibrant and talented young warrior has been taken from us by a heartless enely.Now we no longer hear his laughing voice or the rhythmic beat of his drum solos or the romantic whispers in the ear of his wife he so deeply loved.No longer can we see his strong stature,feel his rib smashing hugs, see his soft dark eyes and his beautiful smile that could light up a room. Nick gave life a gleam that most people only carry a glimpse of. Cpl Nicholas J.Manoukian known as "Manny" to his Marine brothers was born on August 31,1984 in Westland Michigan and killed in action in Ramadi Iraq Oct 21,2006 while out on patrol when an Improvise Explosive device detonated near his Humvee. Two of Nick's Marine brothers were also killed that October night and two were wounded. My beloved son Nick was promoted to Corporal and awarded the Purple Heart with Gold star and Navy Achievment Medal with combat "V" posthumously. Nick is gone from our world but he now lives with an eternal spirit in the presence of God.You are only a breath away.I love you son, Mom --Mary Manoukian Calhoun, Lathrup Village, MI (submitted on May 7, 2007)

Teaching

I guess I dread teaching. Although I’m quick to learn but I hardly teach. I don’t know, but maybe because I ‘m the youngest. Frankly, it takes me a lot of minutes just to merely teach simple English verbs. Don’t try to ask me about Algebra or anything that involves mathematical functions. I might as well fall to my bed in tire of explaining it!

But if need be, I’m ready for it. Besides, the ability to learn is the ability to teach as well. I guess I just need time. I’ll try to learn how to teach others. Someday, I’ll find a way to my nemesis. One sure thing is the prayer made by St. Thomas Aquinas entitled “To Mary: For Success in Study”. It’s a good prayer to the Blessed Virgin Mary but one should also give his best and not simply rely on prayer. As St. James said: “faith without works is dead." The two should never be separable.

As I make my progress, I know I’d be making ends meet. I’ll learn and teach at the same time. Oh my, it would be very challenging and only God knows if I survive. If I do, I’d only say:” mihi vivere Christus est”!

Once Again

Hey there! I’m so glad I’m back again. Last Saturday, there was a fiesta in honor of the chapel’s patron, Our Lady of Fatima. It was supposed to be on May 13, but they moved it due to political election! So crazy they did that. It’s as if those politicians are more important than Our Blessed Lady who bore our God, Jesus Christ. This one was indeed insulting to Our Lord, but what’s more was the irony of the fiesta! After the Rosary and the usual Novus Ordo Mass, the plaza (which was situated in front of the chapel exploded its full of pop, rock, disco music with loud speakers. All the way until 12 midnight. This is certainly not what Our Lady of Fatima asked for. She asks for our continued prayers and penances for mankind’s sins. Unfortunately, they’re just adding up and wounding Our Lady even more. It’s so blasphemous and they frequently do that. That night I asked pardon of God and pleaded for their conversion.

Next is, I finished doing my websites. Of course, I wouldn’t be here had I didn’t! Deo Gratias! Finally, I can relax and read other things on the computer. I think I’m eyeing on Theology. Sometime or when I feel I want, I’ll also do postings.

My brother had 2 days off and I grabbed the opportunity to have fun, talk with him, or whatever simple things we do when he’s still here before. However on Sunday, he and Mom went to Davao to hear Mass. Traveling there is certainly long hours. So it happened that our get together was short, nonetheless, it was happily lived. I’m much happier that he was able to receive Our Lord than spending time with us, siblings.

Oh, I guess I haven’t yet said that I already finished reading the Way of Perfection. It was indeed nice and I treasure every spiritual words from that book. It sanctified me more and helped me to bear all my trials with even more patience and dicretion. My gratitude goes to Mrs. Ghela for advising me to read it. Thank you so much!

Traversing Amidst Tribulations

These days, I was very busy helping my brother who was hired to work last April 30. It was hard taking some of his responsibilities at home. Also, I was not accustomed in ironing men’s clothes. Compared to us, girls, my brother’s apparels are really big and time consuming. I’m still adjusting given my work schedule and prayers are also there too. Indeed, it was antagonizing but there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for charity. After all, I believe everything is easily handled and done for God’s merciful love.

Mothers’ Day came and it was sort of dry and weird day. I never felt like this before on the past Mothers’ Days. And I just don’t know why I felt so empty. Though I have had a normal temperament. Nonetheless, Happy Mothers’ Day, Mom! Hope you find happiness and serenity of mind soon. Despite our great differences, I still and will forever love you, Mom, more than words could ever express.

I’m right at the moment creating websites. And there, I want to prioritize my time first since I only got a small time at present. I might not be able to be back for quite a long time but rest assured, I will not abandon this blog. I’ve started it and as long as it’s possible, I’ll continue it.

Before I go, let me share this story. I remember once I got angry to my sister who’s doing our laundry when I saw my clothes weren’t in the laundered things. I reprimanded her that my everyday clothes should be first since I’m early in taking bath. Ever since that, she did what I said and I can see it up to this day. Now, I feel so guilty about it. I realized how I should have kept myself as lowly as can be. I’m so ashamed that I was that fool and blind. Fool that I couldn’t aspire to be like our Divine Savior - Who was crucified innocently for mankind’s sake. Blind that I didn’t perceive it was Jesus who’s asking me to participate actively in His sufferings.

Yes, I had no graces at that time. Or maybe as I mature and grow older, the Blessed Virgin Mary is implanting on me the graces I need to remain humble and serve God better. I’m not sure if I have enough patience God requires of me as I still get a bit irritated on things I dislike. But with the assistance of my most Blessed Mother, I hope to strive better and increase my humility and patience more and more. I pray that I may never go astray again and that I continuously learn to bend my will to God’s Holy Will. It is a constant battle within my whole self and it’s the hardest warfare I ever know. I earnestly pray that God will grant me the necessary graces so as to win the road to sanctification wherein He may forever abide in me and I in Him.

Getting Updated

Yesterday, our neighbor knocked to offer mangoes for 100 pesos. Mom said she’ll buy it on Monday as it’s still Sunday. But our neighbor returned and said she’ll leave it with us and get the payment tomorrow.

That same night, Mom talked to our Mormon neighbors and discussed religious things. They happened to meet along the road and there they talked. I think it’s quite uncomfortable as they’re standing. And Mom said they talked long. Wow.

Anyways, this morning those 2 Mormons came to our house and continued their talk. However, they had an argument that eventually led to ending of the talk. That’s bad.

Animals

There is an animal foundation named St. Francis of Assisi Animal Rescue where some of the abandoned animals are sheltered. They need masters who’ll love and take care of them. Please do everything you can to help. If you don’t want to adopt one, please just give donations e.g. pet foods, towels, shampoos, vitamins, etc. Our Lord Jesus Christ and His Blessed Mother will certainly reward you for your generosity on these lovable creatures of Them. Thanks so much!

My Pets

I’ve 7 dogs: siblings Michael Cherubim and Gabrielle Seraphim, and their pups Judiel Thrones, Uriel Dominations, Sealtiel Powers, Michaela (who was suffocated by its placenta), and Barachiel Virtues. They’re very energetic, like us, and were happy to be with us all the time. Well, that’s how our dogs were and they gave me unconditional love.

Having animal demands a lot of responsibilities. Nonetheless, it’s worth the effort. Animals, most especially our dogs, are very loyal and sweet. They’d lick you, play with you, bark when there’s a stranger, or simply follow you wherever.

It was such a horrible blow when they passed away late 2003. When we migrated to Mindanao, they had caught canine distemper. Our 2nd vet tried everything to save them but one by one the disease slowly took their lives. I felt helpless. I didn’t know where to turn to save in prayer. With tears flowing in my eyes, I watched them as they’re being buried. I couldn’t believe they’re already gone. But then, I realized God willed all these things to happen as we’re already incapable of having 6 dogs here in our small apartment.

We fondly took a lot of pictures of them. Even to the point that Mom and Dad got irritated about it. “Naku, puro aso na naman ang kinnunan nyo,” (Sigh, it’s all doggie pictures that you took once again), they commented as they browse on the developed photos. Now that they’re gone, we gathered all their pictures and realized how regrettable it is that we have but only few. These photographs are the only thing we have on our beloved dogs. For only 3 years of company, they left me still longing for more. It was abrupt but I would say it was happily lived. Michael, Seraphim, Judiel, Uriel, Sealtiel, and Barachiel will certainly live forever in my heart.

Since then, I also try to feed the stray dogs and cats around our area. And sometimes they come again to beg. By the way, I would like to say here that I also love the Hollywood dogs. Among them are Ben Affleck’s dogs named Angel, Hutch, and Martha Stewart; and Orlando Bloom’s dogs named Sidi, Maude, and Guero. They’re very cute and will make you smile or laugh! Indeed, I take pleasure on their pictures!

All About My Day

It’s Sunday and my blog is one week already. I can’t believe that writing has become my pleasure already. I’m glad about it and I do hope I’ll be able to continue this! Well, only God knows.Saturday saw me composing a story about my Dad. Author Gary E. Lang contacted me here about his upcoming dad and daughter book. So I made one and sent it to him this morning. For those who want to contribute – Dad and daughters specifically – feel free to find him elsewhere in this blog network. Or if you can’t, just contact me here and I’ll give you his email.

Early morning I was able to do some postings. Though I find out that my pc was hanging most of the time. It’s quite malfunctioning and I don’t know what’s wrong. Perhaps spams and other cookies…

This afternoon as I’m typing, the day is sunny and not a single wind is blowing. Indeed, I’m perspiring! Whew! It’s terrible. Late at night after my work and I completely retire, I’m surely going to find a breeze, where I’d feel fresh once again.

Living in Mindanao

The apartment where we currently live is called Townhouse. It has 10 apartments – 5 on each row and the front door is facing the other apartment’s front door. In between is the walkway or car park. And the water tank is just above the “guard house” which comprises the walkway’s width. Since our apartment is beside the tank, the owner’s nephew came yesterday to do some cleaning of the main pipe which was situated at our side garden.

We live here for 3 1/2 years already. The place is called Triniville Subdivision, Block 2, and our road would just be cemented only now. When we arrived here, I was disgusted. I felt like I was thrown into a local jail. Our previous apartment was absolutely different from this. People commented that our place there was paradise. Here, it’s not only small, but the bathroom even looked like a communal cr. Indeed, I couldn’t imagine living here. I mean sleeping, bathing, eating, praying, and doing just every simple things. I wanted to turn back but common sense told me I couldn’t. I cried when I knew I’ll be staying here already. To make things worse, our 6 dogs which we carried all the way, died due to canine distemper around the vicinity. It’s horrible and I felt like my whole world stopped.

On October 2003, Fr. Cacho blessed our apartment along with the adjacent side garden. Fast forward 2005, I’d say I’m doing well here. Our bathroom was kind of renovated and it’s beautiful already. Of course, I did adjust. With only 2 bedrooms, that means I have to be with my other sisters and Mom, where my brothers would be on the other room. With the different dialect called “Illongo”, I finally learned to understand simple words and cooperate with tricycle drivers or bystanders to survive. With so many Moslems (and even Muslim politicians) here and so few Catholic Churches, I stood firm on my Catholic faith. That this place belongs to the Philippines Islands and not to the Moslems.

It was backward here – but this year, the national athletes’ game was held here. It is good to say that finally this city is improving. Though I understand some “Illongo”, I don’t speak it, nor will I ever do. I want to retain my “Tagalog” and they in turn were forced to speak our national language. There’s only one good news here: prices. Prices are very low here. You’ll be surprised how a cabbage costs for only 10 pesos while in Luzon it’s 25 pesos! Fruits are very affordable too! I think it’s abundant here. Deo Gratias! My Mom grew big (though trimmed down) here, and I’m happy the way she looks despite her age! People thought she’s only 36!

In conclusion, I would say it’s a blessing in disguise my Mom decided to move here. It made me closer to God that I could never have found in Manila. Though, I was praying the 15 decades of the Rosary, I was so busy with the world. But now, I’ve changed and if ever I’ll return to my hometown in Manila, I guess I would never compromise my intimacy with God to my relatives and friends there. He gave me the strength to overcome difficulties here; He comforted me when I was sad here, and many other things but most especially, He showed me the right disposition in life.

Easter Appeal

[Fr. Purdy sent me this a month ago. I thought of publishing it here so that many people would read this. Please forward this to others as well. It’s never too late to give donations. So please donate too. Thanks! – Editor’s note ]


St. Bernard Novitiate Easter Appeal

Dear Friends and Benefactors,

St. Bernard Novitiate is a house of formation for the Brothers of the Society of St. Pius X. The formation of Religious vocations, as well as assisting in the formation of Priestly vocations is the very reason of being of the Society of St. Pius X, established by His Grace Archbishop Lefebvre. These vocations bring countless graces to Holy Mother Church, likewise countless graces to you as members of the Church.

The Novitiate is located in the central part of the Philippines, set in the agrarian countryside. The main means of supporting ourselves is a farm. On this farm the brothers work with the raising of pigs and fruit trees (mainly bananas). The work is quite conducive to the formation of religious and can be likened to the monasteries of the Middle Ages.

There are several projects which are put on hold due to lack of funds. Our piggery needs to be expanded for the growing number of pigs. Expanding the piggery will allow us to have more sows, which in turn means more piglets to sell to support ourselves in the future.

Our water system needs an overhaul. Our water pressure is very weak, there are many leaks in the line, and it is time we revamp the filtration system to ensure clean water. That will mean constructing a new pump-house and putting new tanks in the house to give good pressure. Many water lines will also need to be redone due to the number of leaks.

These past couple of weeks we have been working on a long-needed renovation of the main floor of the building. The walls dividing the various rooms had been constructed in a temporary way, being made of rice board. Rice board is two inches thick, containing rice straw in the interior. Unfortunately, termites find a welcome home in them, as also does the humidity of the wet season. In this renovation new walls of concrete have been made. New doors are also being put in. However, the costs of completing the project are more than we can shoulder, especially the new floor. At present, the floor is concrete and awaiting new tile. The brothers and priests have worked together to save as much as possible in labor costs. Things that require professional work require us to hire masons and tile workers.

Our house is likewise in desperate need of painting. Concrete hollow blocks in the Philippines are made very cheaply, and due to severe weather changes of wet and dry and intense heat, unless properly maintained, the house crumbles down around us. It is a job we intend to do ourselves. However, the Novitiate is a large building and will need many gallons of paint. The need is pressing, for it is a task that must be accomplished during the dry season, which ends by the end of May!

The upstairs, which now houses all the brothers, has many rooms which need to be completed. This has been a project dragged out for months due to little funding.

There is the intention of moving our laundry room to a more convenient location than in the kitchen. In order to accomplish this we will also have to redo the water lines. The laundry room at present is about the size of most American bathrooms, this to accommodate 20 members of the community!

During this Easter Season, we make an appeal to you for your financial assistance. Many of you are familiar with our needs; many have seen the pictures and presentation of our life here. Our livelihood depends entirely upon you, our dear benefactors. Very little assistance comes to us from within the Philippines, being such a poor country. Our Mother House in Menzingen provides us with a monthly allowance. With a community of 20 members, the allowance just covers our monthly food bill. All of the other bills (electric, phone, wages for our workers, weekly diesel consumption, simple repairs and maintenance, etc., etc.) often put us in a very difficult situation.

In return for your generosity we continue to remember you in our prayers. Also, I will offer a novena of Masses for the success and thanksgiving for this appeal during the Octave of Pentecost. The intention will be specifically for those who contribute to this appeal.

Wishing you a holy Paschaltide.

In the Hearts of Jesus and Mary,
Fr. Adam Purdy

Interesting and Uplifting

I visited the SSPX Asia website and saw many wonderful news. It can all be summarized on one topic: vocations! I was glad to see that 3 Filipinos left for Holy Cross Seminary in Australia to study Holy Priesthood. They joined the other Filipino seminarian, Nino Nakila from Bohol or Cebu, who’s a year ahead of them, I guess. Their names are Messrs. Giovanni Escamilla from Palawan, Mark Lomod from Bohol, and the other one I still don't know the name. I’ll be counting on them! God willing after 6 years they’re Ambassadors of God already!

I love vocations and I’m all for that despite the fact that my parents dislike it. I guess the more I’m pressured, the more I’m stronger and resolute to try. Those gentlemen are encouraging me and give me a brighter hope. Wow, these men are great for choosing no other occupation than to be servants of God! They’re brave and lucky enough that their parents agreed or let them simply go! I hope the religious vocations would grow even bigger that every parish have10 priests or more to administer the Sacraments for the faithful! That’s my dream!

Anyways, since I’ve started it already, let me take this opportunity to introduce to you the 8 SSPX Filipino (Filipinos!) priests. Fr. Joven Soliman from Bicol who’s Prior in the Philippines’ Our Lady of Victories Church (OLVC); Fr. Emerson Salvador from Bulacan who’s assigned in Singapore; Fr. Aurelito Cacho from Bohol who’s assigned in OLVC; Fr. Carlo Magno Saa from Osamiz who’s assigned in Zimbabwe; Fr. Gerard Fallarcuna from Manila who’s assigned in Mexico; Fr.Albert Ghela from Koronadal who’s assigned in the St. Bernard Noviciate in Iloilo; Fr. Roy Dolotina from Bohol (again!) who’s assigned in OLVC; Fr. Fidel Ferrer from Marikina who’s assigned in Argentina. Wow, finally I was able to put a period there! Well, that’s how those 8 priests are situated at present. All for the love of God!!!

Cherishing Most

What are the things you cherished most? As for me, aside from Holy Mass, it's my Brown Scapular, the Holy Water, the Rosary, and the Holy Cord of St. Joseph. My Brown Scapular as it gives me spiritual happiness; the Holy Water as it helps me to be a better Christian; the Rosary as it brings me closer to my Blessed Mother; the Holy Cord as it protects my chastity.

Sometimes, I just couldn’t imagine myself without it. I feel like a wanderer, not knowing where to go, or where he is. That if not guided by the Divine Light, the soul will lead to a mud staining itself with all kinds of dirt and germs too. It’s so contagious that it leaves the soul weary and weak to clean itself. Nor can it fight them away. But only through the wellspring which abundantly flows from the Blessed Virgin Mary. With her continuous intercession, the soul will become strong and reconsider itself. It might not be as spotless as it was before but it will be an experience it won’t forget. The will learn to be competent and refuse the dark road. It reminds the soul that eternal salvation is first and foremost. That it could meet the Divine Judge anytime soon. Indeed, living a saintly life and achieving it is a treasure that one couldn’t ask for more.

Blog My Blog

Things aren’t going well here. Mom is agitated and everything just flows on a sad direction… It’s crazy and how I wish I could place a barrier between this and that… But no, I wouldn’t or attempt to change what God wants… His ways are not our ways.

I wonder how could I find a way to make this day a better one. Maybe, I’ll read the book I mentioned earlier if I finish my work already. Or probably read the SSPX Asia Newsletter. Maybe, I’ll be posting… Or perhaps just try to help others…

It’s a bit downer right now but I promised I wouldn’t let myself be committed. I’ll keep my day as good as I can make.

Uncle Boyet Aldovino

The brother of my uncle’s wife died last Monday, April 30. Uncle Boyet was driving a motorbike for work when he met a tragic accident in Laguna. The car of a Chinese scientist immediately u-turned that hit my uncle. I think he died instantly as he was terribly hit. From his bike, his body was thrown off into the car’s rear then fell down. The Chinese, however, went to the police and reported the incident. He explained how he was such in a hurry for forgetting something that he suddenly u-turned.

Since my uncle hails from Mindanao, his coffin will be flown all the way from Manila to his Bukidnon hometown where he will be laid down in peace. Uncle Boyet was a bachelor and (I think) on his early 40’s. Please pray for his soul as I pity him. Eternal rest grant unto Mr. Boyet Aldovino’s soul, oh Lord, and let Thy perpetual light shine upon him. Amen.

Ups and Downs

[This one is supposed to be on May 1st. However, I could not connect here yesterday. Anyhow, here is it - Editor's note]

It’s the first day of the month and it’s summer vacation already. It’s what we call “bakasyon na naman” (vacation once more) here. Being a tropical country, I’m sure people here – young and old alike – are on their way or planning ahead their summer getaway. Hmm… Beaches, sand, surfing, scuba diving, etc… As for me, I personally don’t like summer as I don’t like getting tanned. Though, I like beaches… I much prefer winter season a lot. You know, those cold days where you have to wear scarves and gloves and where you can build Mr. Snowman or simply have fun with snow/snowflakes! Yes, I’m much a Caucasian than an Asian. I don’t know but I quite admire the Caucasian life… nonetheless, I’m Asian in many way too… Like my types of food – I love rice rather than bread. I feel like bread is just for breakfast or snack time but seldom on meal times. And when I haven’t eaten rice, I’m not that energized. Like I am half-charged!

Anyways, this month of May is very significant to me for 2 reasons… It’s because Mother’s Day is just weeks ahead and the other one is… I think it’s better for you not to know. Secret!

It was such a bad (I mean, really bad) thing that Mom didn’t take the lab tests yesterday. She reasoned that we need to be thrifty at present. I hope she’d undergo those lab requests soon.

I’m planning to work in Makati as I was called for a job interview there. They called me again yesterday about that. However, I still have to talk to my Dad. He doesn’t want me to go there. I’m still hoping against hope that he’d change his mind, though. I hope Divine Providence will move his heart soon.

I happened to chance upon the SSPX official website and saw their semi annual Christendom magazine. I was surprised and happy to see that their front cover is the SSPX District of Asia! And most priests there are from my native country!