A STABLE income. House. Car. Good education for the kids. Just when they have attained financial success, my parents felt an existential void, a void waiting to be filled. Something was missing. They were searching. They were wanting.
And then there was Fr. Jose Agustin.
Back in the 70’s and 80’s, mom and dad would visit Fr. Joe at the parish rectory nighttime to ask questions like, “What is the Immaculate Conception?,” “Will non-Christians go to heaven?,” “Why can’t we confess our sins directly to God?” Soft-spoken and gentle in every way, Father Joe, although tired from a day’s work in the parish, would patiently and passionately answer each query, and my parents would always go home enlightened and eager to visit again. Continue reading “Fr. Jose Agustin”