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”
ALLOW ME to stress that although we look at the clergy with critical eyes, we have all the respect for the Catholic Church and for all religions and beliefs. We maintain that as public personalities, bishops and priests must not be spared from our collective expressions of rikna and nakem. We love the church, and that same love causes us pain when she is betrayed, and with neither shame nor remorse, by the very people she was entrusted to.
I will be the first person to ban comments that employ Argumentum ad Hominem (Attack against the person). I would not even allow name calling here. Happily, so far, I think no one has gone overboard. We are very level-headed in our discussions, although I understand that some readers may be very close to the church, and so their emotions may get into the way.
We look forward to the day when we can really look up to our bishops and priests for moral guidance, in word and in deed. That end cannot be achieved if we decide to be silent when we can choose to speak. That we are having these arguments already points to these shepherds’ failure to unite their flock. Their actions cause confusion and division, and poor we should not be faulted for airing out our frustrations.
And yet all the things I write I write not out of malice nor ignorance. My sources are reliable. My analysis comes not from thin air but from careful discernment and reflection. Truth to tell, I come from a family deeply immersed in the Catholic faith.
Just the same, my apologies for the hurt.
A BISHOP I know pretends to champion social justice, but, right in his own backyard is brewing unrest.
“His true colors now show,” say a group of parish workers. “He is a moneymaker.”
For instance, he announced that he will celebrate masses in all parishes this Christmas season, and, with over 30 parishes in the diocese, and with the standard Php3,000 stipend the bishop gets per mass, the figures easily translate to Php100,000. The amount does not include enveloped gifts and the customary bananas and eggs in shiny wrappings. Continue reading “The Christmas gift I cannot give”