The Dirt of the Streets
My ideals caught me into nothing. I am ashamed. It’s late at night when my friends and I left school. A boy came begging. I just made a gentle tap on his head and said sorry. Then came another boy whose eyes were lifeless. I froze and stared intently. The window where his poor soul could see is trapped in gray lines – there is not even a glow. My friends say that I should be careful as he was about to unzip my bag. I ignored them and my mind was imprisoned by the eyes of nothingness. My nose even betrayed me so as not to smell the scent of rugby floating in the air (as my friends also say.) Should I fear? Well, surprisingly not. Part of me somewhat say I am negligent or partly liable. Should it be proper to give him a coin? He will probably have another bottle of rugby. Since I didn’t give him anything – I felt better. Am I guilty? The boy and his friend are still in Buendia tonight. They are probably lost in the dark corners of the city stretching their arms with opened palms. Strangers like I am won’t even bother to take a look at their faces, only but cold or even harsh treatment. Besides, the area is a busy district where millions are created in short a span of time. Indifference has turned a sprouting bud into a dried piece called dirt of the streets.
Come Holy Spirit
As I am writing this article, I still can’t believe I did it. I passed our most feared nursing licensure exam. It is the summary of our four years of sleepless nights, everything we’ve learned, and everything we’ve sacrificed for. Now it is real, finally, we can attach the letters “RN” after our names.
Looking back, I realize the very reason why I made it. It is not me; it is God’s Holy Spirit that worked through me. Some may find it unbelievable, but I find it very true because I have experienced it myself. Through the years that I believe in the triune God and make the sign of the cross as a Catholic, It is just lately that I’ve realized that I never really called upon the Holy Spirit that much. For me, it was enough that I believe in God’s third persona, but I never made an effort to get to know how much it can do or what it is really like to be filled by it. Not until it had revealed itself to me during the time of my preparation for the Board exams.
SAAP LeComs Recognized for their years of Service
Last June 7, 2014, an Archdiocesan Recognition Day for Lay Liturgical Ministers was held at the Minor Basilica of the Immaculate Conception (Manila Cathedral).
St. Andrew the Apostle Parish is very fortunate that 2 members of the Liturgical ministry were recognized that day. Ms. Corie Gomez and Ms. Ging Santos have tirelessly served various ministries, and are still serving as Lectors/Commentators of the parish.