Miyerkules, Disyembre 26, 2012

A(LS) RAY OF HOPE

Sitting on my bed, my second son Amiel entered my room and tried to have a random chat with me.  I was preparing my sermon for tomorrow morning at 4.  Yap, it is for the Simbang Madaling Araw (Dawn Service) of a church in Tondo.

First he asked for money intended for his snacks.  He told me that I owe him much.  I pretend to refuse the amount I owe him.  You see, as a gesture of love, Diko Amiel playfully punches me.

Then he went to a serious topic that he told me without reservation.  "Papa, I already stopped  watching _______ on the internet and I already stopped ___________ since I read in the Bible that it is a sin.  I took his words as if it is just a random talk.

I just nodded and then told him that he has to leave me because I need time alone to make my sermon.
He obliged.  But he immediately went back and warned me, "Papa, don't preach about what I just told you." But i kid him, "I have already blog about it and point him to my cellphone."

He pretended to box me while I was laughing.  What a priceless moment with a grown up son.  He finally left my room.

That brief moment gave me a feeling of joy, realization and pride.  I am happy that my children are growing to be true to me and to themselves.  It doesn't mean that they don't lie.  It's just that they are not good at it.  Once I asked them about something that they need to admit, they do it at once.

Being truthful is one of the lessons in life that I learned for long.  My children learned about it earlier and easier.

Another thing that I want to share in this post is the glimpse of hope that I am seeing after twice or thrice that Diko Amiel mentioned about Alternative Learning System (ALS).  He stopped two or three years ago when he was first year high school.  Perhaps he could not stand formal schooling.  I heavily punished him for that.  But later on, I resigned.  I just let everything in the hands of God although everyday, it pains me to see him, spending all day inside the house doing house chores.  But I read one pastor's message that "one does not force anybody."

Hindi talaga ako mapilit na tao at lalo pa nga na hindi matapos kong mapaalalahanan na hindi dapat pinipilit ang isang tao.  Kailangan lang siyang hayaan sa gusto niya.

I know that other people would not agree with me and argued that sending your child to school is something that should be enforced to a child.  I have done my part.  I tried everything I could. I still failed.

But there is A RAY OF HOPE that I see everytime I hear my son discuss about his intention to try ALS.  Mas maganda kung kusa niya na.  Mas masaya kung siya na ang may gusto.




One time he said, "Papa, kailan ba ako mag ALS."  I was dumbfounded to hear it from him but pretended that it is not a big deal to me.

I answered, "Busy ako ngayon gawa ng kapaskuhan kaya hindi ko pa maharap yan." O diba? Ako na ngayon ang walang time?  Hahahahaha!

Another time he asked me, "Papa, makakapag college ba ako kapag natapos ako sa ALS?  Halos, di ko kayanin kasi ngayon he is talking about college education.

I answered again with a casual tone, "Siyempre naman."

At itong realization na ito ang naging punto ng message sa madaling araw na yaon.  Na katulad ng mga tauhan sa unang pasko, ako rin ay nakatanaw ng pag-asa sa mga sinasabi ng anak ko.  Yes, he is far from it yet, but hearing his interest to schooling back to his senses  is a ray of hope to me.

Sometimes, people do not need an immediate answer.  They also don't have illusion that things will come easy and early.  But all that they need is a spark of hope for them to move on and to be happy that after all, things are worth trying and doing.

 It also made sense why accidentally, I was invited to undergo a training in Alternative Learning System three years ago.  Yes, I had a certificate as an instructior of Alternative Learning System from Department of Education.  I can accept students.  Little did I know that my first ever student would be my son.

Kaya ang kanta ko sa kapaskuhang ito ay sa halip na A RAY OF HOPE  e, ALS RAY OF HOPE.  Hehehe!

By the way, when I preached about my experience and my hope this Christmas that dawn service, I saw quite a few people wiping their tears, including my mother who accompanied me to the church. Perhaps, like me, they also heard a message of hope.

MERRY CHRISTMAS PA RIN SA INYONG LAHAT KAHIT LATE NA :-)

Miyerkules, Disyembre 19, 2012

THE BLOGGER GOT A BALLER

To pair with with the wrist watch on my left arm, is the baller to my right.  While we are in a worship service, Alden, gave me a present, a cute baller.  For two days in a row, I am touched by loveones' thoughtfulness:









Just like a post that does not have to be long to be significant, a gift does not have to be expensive to be appreciated :-)

Martes, Disyembre 18, 2012

TOUCHED AND PROUD

Tuwing Simbang Gabi  ay speaker ako sa homechurch sa araw na ang naka-assigned na magpakain ay ang family namin, kasama pa ng ilang family.  Ok na rin kasi, it is the chance for me to go back to my homechurch.

Prior to today's speaking, nasabi na sa akin ng mother ko na ang food ay prepare ng iba pang families na kasama namin at ang nanay ko naman daw ang bahala sa akin.  That means, sa nanay ko ang honorarium. Well, honorarium is not an issue anymore especially if it is coming from my mother.

After I preached and ate the breakfast that morning, inaabutan ako ng nanay ko ng nakarolyong tig-iisang daang piso.  At first, I refused it kasi hindi naman kailangan na bigyan pa ako ng mother ko.  But she insisted and said that it came from the other family assigned, pamasahe ko raw.  Tinanggap ko na rin.

When we went home ( bahay ng parents ko), inabot sa akin ng nanay ko eto:


A box of pocket sized, deodorant and bottle of cologne

My mother has long been an Avon dealer.  It used to be her sideline.  But now that she is no longer working, this has now becomes her main job.  You see, four years ago, my mother had undergone breast operation due to cancer. She has stopped working since then.  Being an Avon dealer does not help much as well.

Right now, the only help I offer to her is to give my share to buy her medicine every month.  Jobless as she is, I don't expect her to give us anything anymore.  Growing up, I experienced her  giving her best and her all to us her children.  I even regret the fact the I can only give her a small amount solely for the medicine.

Seeing that the gift comes in box, I already knew that this cost her an extra bill.  But my mother is such a generous person.  Being the eldest in the family, she has already started helping my grandmother when she was just an elementary student.  I grew up with her siblings living with us. Until now, she is still the source of help to our needy relatives.  Yes, kahit na jobless na siya at may sakit.  If people would consider me generous, I am sure that I got it from my mom.

What is the point of this post? I just would like to say that I AM SO TOUCHED to receive this gift from her.  Aged, jobless, and surviving from cancer, anything little from her will mean so much to me.

I am happy to have another perfume to alternate with my two more.  What she gave may be ordinary to many people but to me, it is one of the special gifts that I received this Christmas.  After I had my shower today, I sprayed the TOUCH cologne on me and wear it PROUD! I LOVE YOU MOM!



Biyernes, Disyembre 14, 2012

TO THE ONE I LOVE

My Dearest Mahal,


     Tomorrow is your 36th birthday and our 7th wedding anniversary.  And I want to share in this post on how we first met each other.
     If my memory serves me right, it was summer of 1993 when we met in Tagaytay.  We were both attending an institute for us, budding church workers.  Little did we know that friendship will also start between the two of us.  Or was it more than friendship?  Whatever it is, I am sure that it has something to do with the future.  The memories of the two of us walking on the fields of Tagaytay is still vivid to me.  Even the times when you invited us to visit your place in Alfonso, Cavite.  I think our being partners in mission exposure to Mendez UMC contributed to our fondness of each other.  Back then, you were such a sweet fine lady. taming the snob attitude in me.  Sabi mo kasi mukha akong suplado the first time you saw me.  After the institute, we went on our separate ways as friends.  And friends we remained since then.  Why?  Because I was committed that time.  I am glad that I honored my commitment then because later on, it was to you whom I will commit.  And I am praying that it will for the last time this time.



     Our love story is unusual. It can be turned into a great romance story in movies.  Our marriage is not always a bed of roses.  We have felt how painful were thorns.  Tonight, on the eve of your birthday and our wedding anniversary, I am recommitting my commitment to honor our relationship.  I will never be a perfect husband and a lover to you.  Please forgive to the many times that I hurt you.  I just would like you to know that my intentions were true  of our friendship and of our relationship.


     Forgive me for being so friendly to other people.  God knows that I am wired that way.  Forgive me when I am so busy with my work.  You had been to the same ministry and you have an idea how it is somehow.  Forgive me for not being able to give all that you need and want.  I only wish that you want and need what I am able to give.
     Thank you for holding on to our relationship.  You are such a strong person to be able to do so.  Thank you for all the learning, sweetness and support.  I keep it in my heart and cherish it the most.  Thank you for the LOVE that you have shown.  Thank you for the HEART you let me to own.
      Happy Birthday to you Mahal and Happy Wedding Anniversary  to us!  May God give you many more years to live and to love ... ME. I LOVE YOU VERY MUCH!  

                                                                                                                             Arnel

Miyerkules, Disyembre 12, 2012

THE WORLD IS A PIMPLE

Do you remember the short story  entitled, The World Is An Apple by Alberto S. Florentino?  It is about a father who stole an apple just to give to his child as his Christmas gift.  I love this short story because I, myself, had experienced how an apple could mean a world  when I was a child.  This post is quite nostalgic for me since it is the month of December now.  In the past, I only had a taste of Apple during Christmas.

I even remember whenever  former First Lady Imelda Marcos comes to Tondo, Manila during Christmas time to distribute goods to us with an apple as one of the most awaited.  Yes, apple meant more than gold that time.  It meant everything to a poor Tondo boy like me.


photo taken from the Internet


But this post is not about an Apple.  But it is about a thing that meant a world to my son.

Amen Learn is 12 years old now.  He is at the puberty stage.  And one mark that he is already in his teens are his PIMPLES.


Photo taken from the Internet


Yes, No,Why, How (Pimples)!  He is now at the stage were he has one but repetitive question.  "Papa, are my pimples gone while brushing up his hair and showing his forehead."

My constant answer is, "Yes, it is."

But to a boy who is beginning to be conscious of his looks, a mere "yes" is not enough for an answer.  He never believed me.

Soon, he started asking me to buy facial cleanser, moisturizer, facial soap and other stuffs that are anti-pimples.  When he is not satisfied with the result of all the stuffs that he applies on his face,he would tell me, "let us go to a dermatologist and have this treated."  Perhaps he is not aware that skin problem treatment is one of the costliest to treat.  Oftentimes, I see him  facing the mirror, rubbing his face, picking his pimples and asking me his classic question.

I have to change my answer.  This time, with a tone of advice.  "The more conscious you are of your face, the more you are making people conscious of it too.  Try to focus on something else."  But again, he is not focused on my answer.

His problem affects  his social life too.  He is beginning to miss church activities and is avoiding people.  The best consolation I told him was, "I love you very much son whether you have pimples or not."

I heard before from a friend that we cannot just dismiss a concern of our children as petty things.  It could be for us, but not to them.  Thus, a broken heart or a broken toy to our children can mean a broken world.  Yes, as a father, there are times I almost lose my patience and burst out my anger just to silence my son.  But I know that it will never help.

How I wish that his concern right now is like my concern when I was a child.  That is, to have a taste of Apple on Christmas.  Because these days, Apples are not a world to children anymore.  Should I be glad that we can now afford to have an Apple a day?  How I wish too that Apple can  cure a pimple so that I can solve my son's problem easily.

YES, THE WORLD IS NO LONGER AN APPLE.  AND HOPING THAT IT WILL CEASE TO BE ABOUT A  PIMPLE TOO.

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Martes, Disyembre 4, 2012

HEY DECEMBER!

December, here you are again.
It takes 11 months to see you
But when you're here I seldom feel you.
I am full of you yet cannot fully enjoy you

December, my own December
In any month of the year
When me and my love ones are together.
Making memories that last forever.

December is much anticipated
For those who will have it in bounty
But to those who live their lives empty
It is the scariest month ever to be.

December is the birthmonth of Jesus
But to ourselves the celebration is focus
What gifts for others and what gifts for me?
What will make us happy is always the query.

December, is there any sense in December?
When its very essence is a goner
December, my own December
Where Jesus is celebrated and love will never falter.