Due to studies...

Because of too much school work, I can’t find any time to update my blog daily.
I have too many school works to attend to that’s why I’m prioritizing my activities. The entries here in my blog already reached more than 200, so you can read the other entries that I made few months or years ago

Being a saint is easy... (reflection for All Saints Day)

Every 1st day of November, we celebrate the Solemnity of All Saints. Here in the Philippines people often visit their departed ones on November 1 instead of November 2, which is actually the real day for all souls. Many people pray to their favorite and patron/s every November 1, they ask for intercession and guidance.

Many define a saint as a person who dies in the name of God or dies by saving someone else. For some people, saints are the people who were persecuted, martyred, and died in a bloody and violent way. Many saints ended their lives in that manner, and I believe most of them are. This is my definition of a saint, “a person for people”. One doesn’t need to die violently to be a saint, to be a saint means to serve, and following the footsteps of Christ.

The lives of saints show us that it is not easy to follow Christ. In fact, saints and God’s chosen prophets all ended up in the same fate. They have been rejected and discriminated, and most of them were even persecuted for following Jesus. Saints shows us that in following Jesus, all of us must suffer and that in suffering, we will find the love that He has given us.

It is easy to become a saint, people hearing this may come to a conclusion that I’m being sarcastic. But must I repeat it is easy to become a saint. Before I thought that in journeying towards sainthood, you will meet obstacles that can affect your journey. But as I arrive to this point, I became immune by these obstacles.

As long as you have God in you, obstacles are nothing but small cracks on the ground.

What pride can do...

Last November 4, my cell phone got confiscated by our teacher. I admit it, I was wrong and I’m not denying it. It’s my fault anyway so I won’t go defensive on this one. So anyway, the teacher caught me using it during classes, and with a smile on his face he confiscated my cellphone. I was frustrated at first but as I meditated on my actions, I come to think that he was right and I was wrong and by that incident, I have learned my lesson, “never use your phone on Mr. Dalde’s class”. :)

After the class, I asked him nicely to give me back my cellphone which my friends advised me to do. Mr. Dalde, our teacher is the type of person who always smiles and he agreed to give me back my cellphone under one condition, which is to sing and dance in front of every teacher and some of the 4th years. My eyebrows went up upon hearing those words. I’ve heard of many students who got their cellphones confiscated by Mr. Dalde, and they all did the same thing just to get their cellphones back. They all did what Mr. Dalde wanted them to do.

I come to think that I was different cause I did not accept his offer. I even said, “Nevermind, I’ll ask my parents to claim it to the principal”

After that statement, I come to think how important my pride is to me. I am willing to offer everything just for my pride. I could have just accepted his offer to sing and dance but I chose not to, cause my pride is more important than my phone. And I am not only talking about the phone, I’m also talking about the other things that may happen to me in the future, things that may involve much greater things than that of a cellphone.

These are just small things. What I fear is the greater things that my pride can do to me someday…