Bagulin, Naguilian, La Union- This place is situated 28 kilometers northeast of Naguilian which is a 30-minute drive from the main thoroughfare of the said municipality. The long winding road going to this scenic place enthralls and captivates one’s appreciation of Mother Nature’s best. One could not help but be struck by the awesomeness of the place’s natural beauty despite the fact that this place was devastated by the typhoon “Pepeng” in October last year. My first advent to this mission area of Fr. Cris Cancino, SVD, my confrere, has brought me an inexpressible joy. The mission place exudes simplicity; she bears her flare natural beauty. The people are warmth and everything there manifests its greatness and good disposition. Bagulin’s place was entrusted to the SVD’s care on the 2nd quarter of 2009. She was at her best, long before the typhoon arrived, and suddenly, it curtailed the long existing natural beauty to perpetuate. The inhabitants settled so quietly until such unforeseen circumstance came on their way like a thief in the night. They were “robbed” by the wrath of the natural catastrophe that everybody caught defenseless and helpless. Its serenity was interrupted and perturbed. Now, Bagulin starts life anew and there’s a ray of hope for recuperation unfolding at their doorstep, so to speak. How great it was when I had the chance to visit the place. Listening the account of Fr. Cris, I could not help but to relate my own experience, too, deep inside me. Although, not as rough as tough to conquer the raging flood, and the like, but on how I was able to get through with it. Like, Fr. Cris, I, too, did experience a hilarious “flood” of my missionary life last year. The experience has taught me to be firm and optimistic that instead, of letting it disturb and bury me to submission and seclusion, it helped me become more strong and confident relying solely the unmerited grace from Him, my protector and my shield, and of course through the help of my loved ones (kasama na po kayo), friends and new found friends here in Dagupan. I dare say, my aborted mission term in Argentina has raised the eyebrows of some of my confreres pending on the perimeter of judgment, if not ridicule and criticism: here comes the “balikbayan”. Those were the floods that clogged my way but the facets of its fluidity had seen the drainage unclogged. I learned to swim and emerged floating to vivacity. I attribute and give credits to Frs. Dante Venus, Jerry Orbos and John Mahoney, SVDs for nurturing me during the travail I went through. Their brotherly counsels had helped ease my being wounded. Though the wounds have completely healed now yet the scar remains a memoir from the past. This does not follow that I have to enflesh what was before but it teaches me to see the horizon where there is hope and bright future sets ahead of me. My profuse thanks also go for Fr. Raul Caga, SVD for being always there for me. He never out rightly judged me but like an elder brother, he understands my problem. My grateful heart goes for Frs. Heinz Kulueke and Jing-jong Rocha, SVDs for taking time to hear my side and never did take side out of hearsay. And to some of my classmates who painstakingly supported me by their kind words and fraternal support. My thanks extend to Fr. Jerome Adriatico, SVD, my provincial superior and his council, for accepting me as their new member to the northern province. To my parish priest, Fr. Edsel Demillo, SVD, for setting a good example and for helping me obliterate my bad impression that the parish priest is above his assistant. He projects an image of equality among brothers in the community and a very peaceable confrere. Indeed, he is my redeeming factor from my previous parish priest. What more can I say? God cannot be outdone His generosity for me. A fast recovery of Bagulin metamorphosed on the way I recovered from being wounded to being a wounded healer. My new parish heals me so rapidly that it’s as if, nothing happened, feeling stress-free and above all, I learned to forgive and forget. If that typhoon Pepeng left some residues of damages, I, too, in my own little way, have left some residues of frustrations but I learn to entrust everything to Him because I do firmly believe, He knows what is best for me. A todos mis seres queridos, Hola! Que tal? Les quiero saludar FELICES FIESTAS e un Prospero Ano Nuevo 2010! Que el Senor recientamente ha nacido y la Vergincita les protejen en tus vidas cotidianas. El ano nuevo es decir un nuevo principio. Vamos a dejar nuestros pecados y vivir plenamente como un/a fiel hijo/a de Dios Padre. Este ano nuevo se lleva un desafio e una oportunidad, nueva esperanza y la paz como siempre. Vamos a pedir la ayuda del prinsipe de la paz, ha nacido de Maria, que nos guie a incarnar los valores del evangelio en nuestra vida. Les deseo lo mejor de este ano nuevo 2010 !!! Les mando un beso e abrazo grandes ! Bendiciones ! Con afecto, JUDY, SVD Todo el ano, el tifon se llega y se va llevandole numerosos y variadades seudonimos locales. Recientemente, el tifon tan fuerte ha llegado en nuestra capital asi que muchas causas (enfraestructuras e agriculture) se destruyieron en tantos lugares alrededor de la capital. Hubiemos una inundacion terrible y profunda. El gobierno se declaro que la nacion abaja de la calamidad internacional. Nosotros aquel tiempo en la parte del norte hemos sentimos pesadisimos por los victimas asi que hicimos y formamos una organizacion a acumular algunos materiales: los bienes y las monedas para donar en los lugares que fueron victimas de la calamidad natural. Eso que somos: nos ayudamos a los que necesiten como son argentinos y latinos. La semana despues, en la parte del norte donde yo vivo y trabajo, la imprevista circunstancia ha llegada y como los habitantes de la capital, nosotros fuimos victimas del ataque violento de la calamidad natural. Era una experiencia inolvidable de la parte mia. Tenia miedo por el agua que se crecio rapidamente. El corriente del agua era tan fuerte. Muchos vidrios han infiltrados del agua y se quebraron, las luces se cortaron, faltabamos del agua potable, faltabamos de la escasez de los bienes y los requisitos indispensables y las casas han inundadas. Que fea esa situacion pero saben que los Filipinos a pesar de la calamidad natural, ellos manijaban y trataban con sonrisa en sus labios entonces el problema fue ligero. Me di cuenta que tengamos una experiencia inconveniente de vez en cuando. La simpatia que nos compartimos sobre del problema y la confianza que hay los otros del mundo que nos rezan, eso mas importante para nosotros. Bueno amigos e amigas, eso no mas lo que les quiero compartir sobre mi experiencia. Seguimos rezando para que podamos vivir con la alegria de la vida. Muchas bendiciones. Muchas gracias por todo y les quiero mucho…Que el Senor les proteje e ilumine a tus vidas cotidianas. Les mando un beso y abrazo. I know…words travel so fast. I post this letter of mine hoping that you will not ridicule my and our confrere, instead be compassionate towards him and as for his identity…I won’t divulge. You have my phrase right there at the beginning…words travel so fast…Take it simply as that…
I have two mixed emotions when one of my confreres here told me(take note: not confided in a form of confession) about his personal plan to “take a big breath” from a rigorous daily life in the parish he was serving, last December 2008.
Firstly, I felt sad when the news spread out (early this month) that he actualized his decision to momentarily abscond his responsibilities in the parish. Sad in the sense that I practically and physically “lost” a good confrere of mine. He used to be my spiritual guide when I started my first year in the congregation. A good companion and a big brother to me. When I arrived here, he fetched me at the terminal and billeted me in his parish for two weeks. He served as my tour guide in the beautiful places/parishes where our confreres work. He provided everything for me just to make me feel-at-home in the province I am assigned at. He gave me pointers on how to deal life being as a missionary and so on and so forth. Those things remain in my heart and in my mind.
Secondly, I felt relieved knowing that he knows what he did what’s best for him and for his happiness. Human as we are, we are entitled for that. I am not saying, though, that I condone to his decision. What I am trying to say is…the respect for one’s decision is so vital and it needs to be taken squarely. His decision is his and nothing more can I do to make that decision be mine because his is his and mine is mine. I was just fortunate when he needed someone to talk with and I was grateful enough for that last moment being with him.
How does this “event” affect me? I have just stated my two mixed emotions. Life, indeed, can never be called a period (.). Once we equate life in a form of a period, then, it is the end of everything while considering life in a form of a comma (,), what a life, I should say. Priestly life or whatever life we are called for…it starts from a decision. This decision defines who and what we are now and in the future. Thank you for taking time to read this. May the good Lord continue to bless us and what is best for us! Kayo na po ang maghusga! Hello Friends, Love greetings from Argentina! I have been meaning to write you as often as I can but time hindered me to do so. That is why, I kept on chasing and making up my time…It may be over due but as I kept on saying (insisting?hehehe)…chasing time to relive what has been and how does this make sense at the moment. January 2009 On the 4th-14th of this month, we had a 10-day “La Misión del Verano.” In our vernacular, “Summer Camp.” We held it in one of the places that belongs in our parish. We had 42 young men and women who did devote their time for the mission. It was a whole lot experience with the youth coming from Buenos Aires, Rio Negro, Resistencia, Pampa del Indio, Presidencia Roca, Uruguay (madre), Mexico (madre), USA (pari), Indonesia (pari) and the Philippines (2 kami). The theme of our mission zeroed on the SACRAMENTS. As I observed, the youth were sufficiently equipped upon transmitting each of the sacraments to the people. Day by day, they were all inspired visiting the houses. They never ran out enthusiasm in animating the community and very creative. Personally, I drew out my enthusiasm and creativity from them. Every day, I was with new pair of missioners visiting, sharing and giving blessings to the house where we were welcomed wholeheartedly. Although sometimes, we encountered “a-not-so-welcoming” attitude by the people (precisely because they were affiliated by another sect) but those “unpleasant” experiences never created a big deal issue on our part. The mission ended with a bang! We were filled with joy, contentment and once more inspired to continue doing mission in our respective places. My Birthday I used to celebrate my natal day simply by just thanking the Lord for giving me another year without any preparations. My special day fell on within the mission. I was with the whole youth in the plaza. When the clock turned on 00:00, I was utterly surprised, they rendered a birthday song. And so, greetings in a form of hugs and kisses (parang chocolate!) filled the joyous atmosphere of the night. What a reminiscing night with them! Lunch time came, 2 families prepared something in the parish and we feasted. Dinner time came, it was doubly prepared because 4 families came and we “mornin’ the night, so to speak.” What more can I ask for? I may not have received material things of my birthday but what mattered most was the gift of friendship by these peoples…Even more than grateful for their kindness and generosity. My 2-week Vacation Religious men and women here in Argentina have their summer vacations. It may be out of the country or just within the country. In my case, since I don’t have my permanent residence yet, I spent my vacation only within Argentina. It was a well-spent vacation for me. I maximizad my time visiting places and friends. Most of all meeting new acquaintances expanding the quantity of friends I have,hehehe. And my vocation to the priesthood never ceased during my 2-week vacation as I presided masses in the places where I went although not in a daily basis. Most memorable for me was in Buenos Aires where I presided mass with the Bolivians, Peruvians and Argentinians. It was a celebration of various races under in one umbrella of faith. My 5-day Stay with the Dehonians I have a priest Argentinian friend who belongs to the Society of the Sacred Heart (CSJ). He used to be a missionary in the Philippines for about 16 years. His name is Fr. Eduardo Agüero, CSJ from Córdoba. He speaks Tagalog and Cebuano. I was touched, one day, by his gesture that upon knowing from his confieres that one Filipino works in Pampa del Indio, and that he did not hesitate to drive 100 kms just to meet me. From then on, we remained in contact. Just recently, he invited and brought me to their provincial house in Buenos Aires. At first I was apprehensive being with his confreres. Only to realize “being at home” does not connote “being in just one roof of one distinct congregation,” like SVDs and CSJs etc. Being at home means one feels being accepted and well-treated by other people no matter what congregation one belongs. The provincial house is widely open for one’s presence.And I felt this where I was with the Dehonians. Muchísima gracias Padre Eduardo! La insuficiencia de las palabras para agradecer su generosidad, su atención, acogida acompañamiento y disposición, realza mi alegría y gozo de haberte conocido. Embajada de las Filipinas It was a nice feeling to meet Filipinos in our embassy. One couple even treated me for lunch in a Chinese Restaurant. Kahit papano, nakakakain din ako ng Asian Foods and I thanked them profusely for their time. 2nd Sacerdotal Anniversary I was with Padre Ian celebrating our 2nd Yobel Class Sacerdotal Anniversary in his parish he is serving. The pictures I posted in my multiply, friendster and facebook accounts say and describe it all,hehehehe. If you don’t have these accounts, at least one of the sites you must visit: jubanz76@multiply.com, judysvd@facebook.com, jabanez2002@yahoo.com, my friendster account. And lastly… OH CHILE! I can’t believe it, my visa to Chile was so fast. In just two days, I received it and next week, I will be traveling by bus going there…Can’t wait to seeing Chile,hehehe. Wait for my setter,then. This is all for now. May God bless us always!Miss you all! Judy, SVD To all of you! Thank you so much for the birthday greetings. Bagamat magkalayo tayo pero hindi hadlang upang akoy inyong batiin sa aking kaarawan. I used to celebrate my natal day as quite as it can be but right here in Argentina, people made an extra effort to prepare something. Para sa kanila, it is a big deal kaya I must learn to accept and re orient myself for another culture. For all that has been…thank you, and for all that will be.. Yes. God bless! Hi Classmates and Friends, For almost six months in the parish, I have come to see the diverse facets of realities being-as-a-pastor. One reality is, as expected, I celebrate masses abiding the universal canonical laws. I always make a point that upon celebrating the mass, I value it as it is my first mass…my last mass.. my only mass. This thought reminds me from one of our sisters in the congregation. It is, indeed, fulfilling this gift to preside. Another reality is a visitation apostolate whether for those who are sick and to those who are in the pink of health. It makes a real sense that my being-as-a-pastor is sensibly felt, and is visibly touched. For those who are sick, a great deal of contentment when they see my presence and gave them the unction and communion. Got the chance to hear them confessing, too. To those who are in the pink of health, I visit them to renew and revitalize our relationship as a pastor and as a parishioner. I make this initiative primarily because the lack of commitment and dedication is deteriorating. Meager presence in the mass makes my heart “bleeds”, so to speak. Although, the parish I am working now is categorically “not” entrusted to me since my parish priest takes care of the flock. But it does not hinder me to extend what is best for the flock. I am bent on visiting families who are seldom or never-been seen in the church. They may be baptized catholics but it’s only in the name… The participation is shallow, if not futile. It makes me bothered, though. Another reality is, we live in a small town where most of the streets are dirty roads. When it is raining, it is impossible for us to go out and celebrate mass in the chapels. Poor parishioners wait for another mass schedule after a month. If it rains again….Poor parishioners wait, again and again… We try really hard to make a “make-up” mass. This causes a great deal of sacrifice on their part ando n our part and some could not bear the unforseen circumstance…they left by choice the catholic religion and they join a sect which they believe can best provide for them. I am in-charged in the suberb areas. It challenges me to doubly work hard this endeavor. Suberb areas do not simply mean 3 to 5 kilometers away from the parish. It is more than that. The farthest that I have is 75 kilometers. Back and forth, your addition (total) is 100% correct as mine, he he he. Another reality, is the aspect of living simply. The place where I am assigned is very simple. Simple in a plain sense. The way they live, speak, share and work for a living reflect the simplicity of their thoughts and actions. In relation to this, sharing through their simple thoughts and actions makes me able to enter and they accept me who I am. During the homily, as much as possible, I deliver my homily without reading it and this helps me express my thoughts in a simple way without deviating from the essentials of the Catholic teachings. I find it helpful spontaneosly expressing my thoughts to them. Very important for me is on how to catch their attention and listen to me attentively. I just hope, I talk with sense, he he he. This is all for now. God bless you and your loved ones! Keeping you always in my prayer. I remain, Judy,SVD Dear Friends, Musta na po kayo? I have been so busy lately and had no time to sit down and write words for you. Life in the parish is not that easy by just sitting on the bench and wait for someone to come. It is a life that must be always anticipating to do what’s next, moving out and reaching out… And that makes a whole lot thing pretty exciting for me when I got the chance to be with the people. It really makes sense at all my being-as-a-priest. As you well know, I have dealt difficult situation I came acrossed with and thanks God I have conquered the mountaintop of hardship. Without His heavenly assistance, I would not have succeeded and without your unceasing prayer, it would have been doubly hard for me to be able to stand still amidst the travail I went through. For this, I thank you with all my heart. So far, I have been in the parish for 4 months now. I am enjoying each day of my life here. I have been gaining insights about my experiences and it broadens my horizon about priestly life. Priestly life does not cover solely for the eucharistic obligation like saying mass but it is more on being-always-there. I find this life worth living and dedicating… Please do continue praying for me as I, in return, pray for you. I know for a fact that without you, I can do nothing. I would be restless all the days of my life. Thank you for the assurance and I am deeply honored to have known that being-always- there for me makes my life so light and beautiful. May the Christmas season bring good tidings and wish you all a prosperous New Year! God bless!  | I Won! | Jul 21, '08 1:36 AM
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I am a sports and news enthusiast. Whenever I opened the television, it is either first a news or sports channel and vice versa. This practice of mine is not simply being informed about the news and being entertained about the sports. It is also my practice to analyze of what is being shown at. Then, I gained insight. In the news, various aspects are seriously taken into considerations most likely politics, economics, religion, current events and the like. In the field of sports, I am gradually being drawn to football, as it is a primary sports over here, boxing and of course, tennis, my favorite sports. How I missed playing tennis. Whenever a team or a single person (like Manny Pacquiao) won the battle, I could feel and see through how exultant the person is! How thankful one is… to the Above. Now, how did I come up to these overtures (news and sports)? Well, I have a GOOD news for you and brace yourself, I won the battle of principle! Pwde na tong sports, di ho ba? He he he. This is how the news happened. I served in the parish being an assistant for almost 2 months now. How time flies so fast! Every day is a news and a day won´t slip away without my observation, internalization, realization at kung anu-ano pang TION, he he he. Last week, I attended a 5-day retreat in Posadas, Misiones. Of course, exchanges of pleasantries can not be avoided. Since I am new and being assigned in a far-flung area, my confreres turned their attention to me. Kamustahan blues at siempre, it is inevitable napadapo kami sa pera. Hope you don´t get me wrong. Just be patient enough on how I disclose this matter. One commented: “here comes the new “moneyed” vicario of Pampa del Indio.” I retorted with an honest-to-goodness remark: “Panu mo naman nasabi na mapera ako?” Kung totoosin I only received 100 Argentine peso every month. Buti pa noong nag aral ako 200 pesos, I added. Stunned by my revelation, he told me his “knowledge”. Of course, I won´t tell you how much “supposedly” I receive monthly. At any rate, I leave it to your wild imagination! Ha ha ha. The retreat turned out so well for me. I went back to my mission area full-loaded by spiritual nourishment, renewed by my vows and reinvigorated. One question cropped up in my mind was: “why did you do this to me, Padre? An athlete achieves victory because of his preparations. I, too, prepared the battle of principle on what could be the best weapon I bring when I “attack” my parish priest. I was tightly holding at my hands my contentions on justice, equality and transparency. Ang Pagtotoos… I prepared our lunch. When both of us were through, I mustered my guts and said to him: “Can we spare some moments to discuss things, Padre?” Sure, he said. Ok, Padre. Direct to the point… “Is it true each one of us receive an allowance of …? Ang lolo nangangapa, caught defenseless at nag blushed! He he he. “Am not after of the money,” I said. But, where´s justice, equality and transparency, inside our convent? You have my full respect, obedience and total cooperation if you treat me justly. Give what is due to me.” Sabi niya, bibigyan kita ng (amount undisclosed), pero sabi ko: “No, I don´t like it” (pero sa kasulok-sulokan gusto ko makuha, he he). I added, “Padre, sa August, ibigay mo sa akin ang natatangi para sa akin.” At ang lolo, sumang-ayon agad-agad. (By the way, we talked in Spanish at English, hindi po sa Tagalog, he he he.) Siempre version ko lang gusto kong ipaabot sa inyo. Otherwise, aabot tayo ng maraming pagina, he he he. This incident has taught me to be a dialogue peace-maker. I told him, “Padre, I am a peace lover and I don´t like to live here with “friction” and “misunderstanding” with you. And to think, he should set as a role model to me. What I did was an active non-violence approach at ako’y nanalo sa first encounter namin. Yeheyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! Last night, he was so humble in saying THANKS to me and this morning he sent a message in Spanish: “Tratemos a crecer juntos en la amistad. Tu Hermano Jaime.” (Let us try together to grow in friendship. Your brother Jaime.) Ang cute no? he he he. Dearest Fr. Judy,
I felt like a proud mother reading her son's letter far away from home when I was reading your blog at Multiply. You have grown. You have spread your wings and you are soaring like an eagle on your new assignment. I cannot help but feel very proud of you.
It was like watching a movie or a documentary reading your wonderful account of your new life in the barrios. I am pleased that you met people who, I believe, will support you and teach you more lessons in your life as a young priest. It is also very heartwarming to note that you have tremendously matured in your priesthood while there. I guess, had you stayed longer here in the Philippines, it would not be the same. Sometimes God puts us in unfamiliar territories with much of the unexpected before us. Sometimes we wonder what is there for us? But in His awesome wisdom, He has planned it all out for the best. And I can see in your struggles coupled with your perseverance and enthusiasm how much the whole experience is molding you into a stronger, more sensitive, compassionate and definitely, a more effective missionary.
Do continue what you are doing. I am really very pleased to hear that you are enjoying the Liturgy of the Hours... Just think that we are doing it together and I am sure it will uplift your heart that I am here doing the same as you are as we say our prayers together. Do continue touching base with the people in your community. When you were telling me about how you cried about how indifferent the people were in your mass, be assured that God has been consoled by your Eucharistic sacrifice. I too cry everyday in my heart when I see people (although there is definitely much more of them, in terms of number as compared to your barrio people there) receiving Our Lord in communion not really knowing it is the Lord coming to them and so they do it out of obligation and sometimes without reverence! But we have to persevere... We have to go on doing everything for His Greater Glory!... Do continue learning and perfecting the language. It will be your connection with the people... Do continue learning from your American parish priest. I am sure, time and age has given him much wisdom which you can learn from... Do continue experimenting in the kitchen. Winning hearts is really through the stomach most of the time (Hehehe!)... Do continue expressing your feelings through your letters and photos. Even if we do not reply, know that it makes us aware of what is happening to you and it definitely brings you much closer to our hearts....
So much for my homily... Rest assured you are always in my daily prayers... Mami Lei Parroquia San Miguel Arcángel 25 de Mayo 450 3531 Pampa del Indio Provincia Chaco, Argentina Cel. No. 0115493513223804 (for calling) For sending text message: +543523223804 (solo GLOBE/TM Line) Tel. No. (03725)494056 Hi Classmates and friends, Greetings from the parish where I am just newly introduced (take note, not installed, as we are used to do sa Pinas) as the assistant parish priest! I arrived last week (May 30th) accompanied by my Provincial Superior and my Parish Priest. Honestly, I did not have any idea about the place since it belongs to the Archdiocese of Resistencia, the capital of Chaco Province. To think that I am assigned in the province of Misiones but due to lack of diocesan clergy, this parish is being entrusted to the SVD´s. From Posadas, Misiones up to Pampa del Indio, Chaco, it takes 6 to 7 hours to travel by a service. If it is by bus, it takes 9 to 10 hours. Very far, though. Unlike Misiones which has a colored land (red), the terrain of Pampa del Indio is like in Tungao (my bayang magiliw!), lubak-lubak at maalikabok, hehehe! That is why, I feel at home! I thought only in Tungao we can find lubak-lubak na daan, etc., but also in the other part of the globe. The place is approximately estimated 20,000 inhabitants. The race is mixed like descendants from Yugoslavia, Bulgaria, Italy, Spain and few to mention. However, there are indigenous races, as well. They are known as TOBAS. They live at the suburb areas that belong to the province of Chaco. I have not gone and visited those areas yet. It will come…anyway… But I saw already how they looked like. The place is situated at the Northeastern part of Argentina. On our way to my parish, I noticed that the places we passed through were plain. No mountains. If it has no trees around, it would be considered as a desert. The parish has 26 chapels and we have daily masses except on Mondays, since it is our rest day. The parishioners are gracious and great. They are like us, hospitable. I have gained acquaintances and the invitations to dine are kept coming left and right. I have just met the Mayor here who said to me that he is more than willing to support whatever pertains to the parish activities. And you know, the Mayor here is not like what we have seen the Mayors of our country who have 3 G´s (if you know, what I mean). Right here, the Mayor has no bodyguards and whatsoever. Sobrang simple at hindi mo siya mapagkamalan na Mayor. Last night, before I celebrated the mass in one of the chapels, the Mayor introduced himself that he is the mayor of the municipality. Then, this morning when I claimed my driver´s license (in just 1 hour, hehehe at gratis pa!), I chance to pay courtesy in his office and that´s where he told me about his willingness to help the parish in whatever ways he can. Ang bait talaga ng mga tao dito. The place exudes simplicity and the parishioners are worth beholding. Kaya I am not worried at all. The Lord knows what is best for me. And for me, this place is meant to be. I will treasure this for this is my first parish-mission assignment… My parish priest is an American, very holy. He has been here for 38 years. Imagine, I was not born yet when he arrived here at the age of 27. He is now 65 years old. Every morning, we do the Liturgy of the Hours that keep us more close to God. I just hope and pray that we maintain a good rapport all throughout the years that I am serving and being with him. I believe that I am in good hands with my parish priest. One thing is, if I ran out of Spanish words, I can say it in English, hehehe. Pero, as much as possible, I try to talk to him in Spanish so that I can polish it. The parishioners were so surprised to know that even in my short period of months here in Argentina, I can manage to talk and crack jokes to them especially when I celebrated mass. And you can´t help but the people compared me and my fellow Filipino who was assigned here prior to my ¨installation.¨ This was my apprehension before coming here and I was right to it. We are totally different in so many aspects, anyway. He has his own charism as I have, too. Last June 9-10, I had the opportunity to go to the capital city of the province of Chaco. The city is Resistencia. I met the Archbishop. His name is Fabriciano Sigampa. A very down-to-earth person. He has only 26 archdiocesan priests and 35 religious men from different congregations. We had an over night recollection and it was great meeting my fellow priests in person and being introduced to the assembly. The priests did not even believe that I am a priest because according to them, am too young (at heart and in mind, hehehe). Wahehehe, nag mukhang baby-faced ako sa kanilang paningin. Ah, don´t say the obvious, naks! (joke). At any rate, I finished my 5-month language course, but I did not cease studying, especially the language. So, my parish priest asked one local professor to help assessed me in my language endeavors and I am grateful for it. Right here also, I do enjoy cooking experimented cuisines since my parish priest doesn´t know how to cook for our foods. Hindi lang ako pang misa, pang kusina pa! hehehe There are so many things to do here in the mission. I just make it one step at a time to realize all these things. I know for a fact, that I am new to my mission and the enthusiasm to do these things are so immensely great. With the presence and the active participation of the parishioners, these things will come to realize in due time. They assured me of their all-out support, which to this, I am grateful. Well, I am now in the real-world-of-actualization. What I learned from the previous learning (whether in theory and in mundane experience) will now slowly be unfolding… at my vantage, hopefully and for the people whom I am serving with…I honestly accept the fact that I am in the transition period and I am open to all possibilities of doing these in due time and God will take care of me. Most of the times when I celebrated mass, only few attended. Bigger number of presence ranges from 7-10 persons. The least were 3. This experience may have caused me frustration but when I looked at the positive side of the situation, it gave me boosts to continue doing my ministry. Quantity is not at all important but the quality of time and presence I shared to my parishioners. And I won´t deprive them of the opportunity to receive the body of Christ and to hear His words. Yes, this is the reality that I am facing right now and I have to do what I am ought to do for His greater glory. In addition, I had an unforgettable experience last June 13th. I had a mass in the barrio, so called, LOS TOROS, 35 kilometers from the parish. I was all prepared and very excited to preside the mass. The place celebrated the feast in honor of St. Anthony de Padua. When I arrived, I saw 8 people gathered outside the chapel. I greeted and introduced myself to them. To cut the long story short, in the mass, I noticed, they were passive. I animated as far as I could but to no avail. The language was not a barrier, I supposed, since I had brought with me the copy of what I was supposed to give them. I wanted to give a piece of advice to them but sensing that it was my first time being with them, I held on to it and focused instead to the celebration. What happened was, I presided and I responded. It was a dual role in my part. No choir was okay with me but their passive response was something that I could not bear on it. I was not feeling mad with the people but their insensitivity on their part of the mass. Or should I say, their lack of orientation on which part do they participate. I honestly admit, I wanted to be with them but I was persuaded to go home immediately. On my way back, I broke to tears. I felt that the celebration was useless and I felt so sorry for the people. Now, I told myself that this experience of mine will have to do something more on my part. I am looking forward to be going back there…be with them and discuss something for the better… It is not just by celebrating mass with them but to sit and discuss something with them. I just come to realize that perhaps, the celebration did not come out good as I expect it to happen as they are not used to meeting a stranger in their midst talking their language and secondly, the ¨lack of information¨ as far as the sacraments are concerned. My parish has no internet connection and it takes time to update my life here. Well, my life does not-at-all revolve to the world of the internet, though. But I make it sure that although we are all miles away, this means of communication will enable us to feel more close and near to each other. *Meron na po kaming internet connection ngayon lang. Naawa po yata ang parish priest sakin, hehehe. Kaya ngayon ko lang naipadala itong long-canned-overdue letter, hehehe. This is all for now. More information coming your way soon. We continue praying each other. God bless and regards to one and all! The cell phone number which I wrote above will possibly be contacted in case you (miss) call me. Hi friends! I would just like to let you know that I am moving another phase of life, which is, a life in the parish. I just received my parish assignment today. Please be one with me especially in your prayer that I may do well according to His will. Without your prayer, I would not be as effective as I am called to be there. I really need it so badly this time. Thank you so much in advance. Should you wish to know more about the place where I will be going, you may browse the Province of Chaco, Argentina. You may at least get a glimpse of my soon to be province. Rest assured, too, that you are in my prayer. For all that has been, Thank You and for all that will be, Yes! God bless you and your loved ones. Affixed here is my Letter of Appointment. Posadas, 19 de Mayo de 2008 P. JUDY BAÑEZ, svd Postulantado Verbo Divino Santiago Derqui 1135 5105 Villa Allende CORDOBA In Re: Primer destino pastoral en la Provincia ARE, Vicario en la Parroquia San Miguel Arcángel, Pampa del Indio. Apreciado P. Judy: Reciba un cordial y afectuoso saludo de Paz y Bien en el Señor Jesús y que la Santísima Trinidad, cuya fiesta celebramos ayer, lo llene de un amor profundo por Dios y por los hombres. En la reunión del Consejo Provincial realizado el pasado día 5 de mayo, hemos analizado el proceso del estudio del idioma que por 6 meses has realizado en Córdoba. Además hemos tratado el tema del destino pastoral suyo en la Provincia ARE. Ciertamente las necesidades son múltiples, los pedidos de ayuda también, y hemos evaluado juntos hacia donde queremos apuntar nuestros futuros trabajos en la Provincia y donde usted podría realizar mejor su apostolado. Luego de ver y analizar nuestras proyecciones para el futuro, he decidido, con el consentimiento del Consejo Provincial enviarte para tu primer trabajo Pastoral en la Provincia ARE, como vicario a la Parroquia San Miguel Arcángel de Pampa del Indio, Chaco, junto con el actual Párroco el P. Jaime Vorwerk. (He is an American confrere). Estamos seguros que tu capacidad para el idioma y la facilidad que has mostrado en los pocos momentos donde tuviste posibilidad de interactuar con los jóvenes que allí podrás realizar un trabajo excelente en bien de la iglesia local que vive en Pampa del Indio. El tiempo para ir allí inmediatamente luego de terminado el actual curso de idioma, o sea, a finales de mayo, puesto que el actual vicario el P. Eduardo sale para las vacaciones en su patria el 1 de junio, por eso pedimos que pueda estar allí para recibir de él la posta del trabajo pastoral. Te deseamos lo mejor Judy en esta nueva etapa misionera de tu en nuestra Provincia, y estamos seguros, tanto yo como provincial y el Consejo en pleno que será una linda experiencia para ti, y sin duda podrás realizar un muy buen trabajo con toda la comunidad. Unidos en el Amor del Verbo Divino y confiando en la intersección de los santos Arnoldo y José, me despido fraternalmente. P. Alberto Klein, svd Superior Provincial HE CAMINADO… Haciendo mucho frio, un domingo durante la mañana, una voz desde adentro me dijo levántate y ve de prisa a la vía publica. Caminando por la calzada, he rezado y contemplado. Lo cual ya era premeditado en mi interior. El impulso se hizo posible. El camino por donde andaba era muy precario y desconocido. Pero pude encontrar un guía de confianza en medio de los líos y bullicios en la calzada. Mientras mis compañeros disfrutaban en sus camas, yo estuve haciendo caso omiso de la fría atmósfera del día. Ya que me había preparado para el clima frio. Seguí caminando por el camino desconocido. Donde ahí, el extranjero desplegó su confiar. Descubro confianza y determinación que-es-ahí donde se espera y se revela… Armado de valor contra la nube de incertidumbre, me había conmovido y logre conquistar las montañas de temores e incertidumbres. De hecho, he sentido la satisfacción llenar mi vida. Alcance 12 kilómetros que fue un logro bastante insólito un día de domingo. Mirando el pueblo que se llamaba, UNQUILLO, que era alucinantemente enorme. Este pueblo, en realidad, era de David Nalbandian. ¿Quién es el? El es, el jugador numero 7 de tenis del mundo. El asegura que su pueblo es verdaderamente asombroso y tranquilo. Porque recientemente yo leí en el diario la entrevista sobre el y las descripciones de su pueblo. Yo, también, vi su casa familiar--- muy sencilla. Una cosa buena pasó en ese día, yo encontré a la gente afectuosa a lo largo de la calle y he sentido sus desconciertos por quien soy yo. Por otra parte, las ansias por las comidas fueron irresistibles. Convencido ya por algo, he encontrado un restaurante al cual e entrado. Y elegí una mesa donde posiblemente podría ser confortable. Tan pronto encontré una mesa, he esperado al mozo para que tome mi orden. A la distancia yo lo vi, con una señora mayor, hacia mi dirección mirándome fijamente. Yo empecé a sentirme incomodo y unas series de preguntas surgieron en mi mente, los cuales eran: ¿Soy/seré guapo o mono? Ja j aja. Me parece que la señora mayor me veía con mucho aprecio, ja ja ja. ¿Me ve malintencionado, espantoso y sucio? He desechado la noción porque lave mis dientes y mi rostro antes de salir de casa. No pude ducharme por el hecho de que hacia mucho frio. ¿Me ve muy santo? Ja j aja. No, eso de nada me importa. Realmente no estoy seguro, si yo la estaba mirando. Por eso, moví sigilosamente mi cabeza por detrás, pero sentí la pared adyacente. Me di cuenta 100% que era yo quien la estaba mirando. Por eso le pegue un sorbo aun poco de agua. Unos minutos después, la vi que se puso de pie y caminaba hacia mi dirección. Pero estoy listo para cualquier eventualidad dentro del restaurante. Me parece que me viene a dar una bofetada al rostro, o/a jalarme el cabello, o/a retarme enfrente de los clientes, j aja ja. Gracias a Dios, me sorprendió al ser cortes preguntándome: ¿Sos Peruano? ¿Qué haces acá? ¿Sos empresario de un negocio? Quisiera comprar el producto que estas vendiendo. Soy colectora de cualquier cosa. Nah, luego de dejarme mudo, recupere la serenidad. Me dirigí a ella respondiendo, soy Filipino, un alumno de idioma y no soy empresario de negocio. Se sorprendió de mis respuestas, volviendo a su mesa. Ooppss…el encuentro todavía no acababa. Ya que al volver, yo la vi husmeando su bolso y parecía que buscaba algo. Yo pensé por mi parte, que quizás page mis órdenes del almuerzo. Pero no paso nada de lo que yo pensaba. Transcurrieron unos minutos, y la vi de pie otra vez. Con una radiante sonrisa, agarro algo y me le dio. Sobre mis desnudas manos yo lo vi...era EL CRUCIFIJO. Quede completamente plasmado. En cuanto, esta señora mayor me queda mirando de pie y susurrándome palabras de esperanzas, deseos y rezos por mi seguridad. No podía hablar con las palabras, ya que quería comunicarle mis profundos agradecimientos, pero era suficiente expresarle los pensamientos de orgullo. Luego seguirán los cumplidos. Pero no le revele a ella mi sacerdocio. Yo no, le había revelado mi identidad, sino que cuando ella me abraso y beso, me pregunto: ¿Sos sacerdote religioso? Nah, inmediatamente, le dije: ¡Sí, señora!. Fue cuando más me abraso, apretadamente y dándome un beso fuerte. Por aquellas escenas, sin precedentes, quede aturdido en el restaurante. Me sentí ya satisfecho, pero aun no comí todavía. Momentáneamente, el apetito ceso. Pero al fin, page por mis ordenes. Volviendo a la casa (durante este tiempo, en los alrededores, me tome el colectivo, porque me dolía los huesos), mis memorias me traen buenos recuerdos a pesar de ser extranjero. Fui tratado justamente y durante mi regreso, no estorbe por la calle, no tú viendo ningún perjuicio. Como aquella señora mayor, radiante de su sonrisa, yo también, traía en mi corazón el agradecimiento, del inesperado encuentro. Aquella primera visita del pueblecito, me ha dado una blanda ¨spot¨, en mi corazón. Y seguramente, volvería a ir… Pero, por supuesto, no desearía volver a encontrarme otra vez, a la señora mayor, para darme otro crucifijo. A lo mejor, en y a través de Dios, en el tiempo. Él, se desplegaría en otras escenas, para poder ver sus maravillosas obras de cada uno de nosotros. Tal vez, tuve demasiada suerte, al poder llegar a mi destino, sano y salvo. Gracias al Guía, porque sin Su Divina guía, no podría a ver apreciado las cosas buenas, que Él Señor, me dio a mí, desde el tiempo inmemorial. Dios lo bendiga. HE CAMINADO… (I WALKED…) On a cold Sunday morning, a voice from within told me to get up and rush to the main thoroughfare. By the roadside, I walked, prayed and contemplated. It was a premeditated devise. Just a flick of impulse made it possible. Done it precariously for I tread an unfamiliar path. But relying of His guidance, I made it through amidst the hassles and bustles in the byways. While my confreres were enjoying their deep slumber on bed, there was I (the ¨queer-ness¨ side of me) brushing and hurdling the freezing atmosphere of a sullen day. Gearing up stuffs for a cold weather, I was moving forward to an unacquainted terrain. A complete stranger tagging no less except his trust, confidence and determination to discover of what-is-there that awaits and unfolds… Mustering my guts against the cloud of uncertainty, I had moved and conquered the mountains of fears and uncertainties. In fact, a feeling of contentment filled up my day. Reaching as far as 12 kilometers was good enough feat of an unusual Sunday morning. Seeing the place of Uinguillo was tremendously awesome. The mere fact that that place was David Nalbandian´s natal place. Who is he? He is the current No.7 Tennis Player in the world. I can now attest that his place was truly amazing and peaceful because just recently I read about his place´s descriptions when he was interviewed in the local newspaper. I saw his family house--- very simple. One good thing happened this very day, I met warmth people along the way and I sensed that though they were not able to articulate what they wanted to ask about me, their eyes expressed otherwise. But it was not a condemning sort of expression hurling at me, he he he! On the other hand, the craving for foods was irresistible. Persuaded to it, I found myself entering a restaurant and chose a table where I can possibly be comfortable. As soon as I have found one, I waited the waiter to take my order. From a distance, I saw an ¨old¨ lady staring at my direction. I began to feel awkward and series of questions cropped up to my mind. These were: ¿Am I handsome and cute? niya ha ha. Mukhang na star-struck yata ang matanda sakin, he he! ¿Do I look nasty, awful and messy? I quiply discarded the notion presuming that I brushed my teeth and washed my face before leaving the house, he he! Hindi ko kaya maligo dahil sa sobrang lamig eh. ¿Do I look most holy? niya ha ha. I did not give a damn to this. I was not really sure if I was the one whom she was staring at, so I moved slowly my head at the back but I sat adjacent to the wall. 100%, I was the only person whom she was staring at. Feeling great, of course (ha ha!), I sipped a small amount of water. Few minutes after, I saw her stood up and walked towards my direction. Siempre, I readied myself for any eventuality inside the restaurant, baka sasampalin, sasabunotan at mumurahin niya ako sa harap ng mga customers, he he! Thanks God, she was courteous and polite to ask me these questions: ¿Are you Peruvian? ¿What are you doing here? ¿Are you a businessman? I want to buy your product that you are selling. I am a collector of anything. Nah, ako tuloy ang napamaang sa kanya. As soon as I regained my composure, I told her one by one that I am a Filipino, a student and not a businessman. Sa suot kong rugged napagkamalan tuloy akong negosiyante, ha ha. Surprised by my answer, she went back to her table… Ooppss, hindi dito natatapos ang encounter namin. I saw her drawing out her purse and was looking for something. Sa parte ko naman, inisip ko na baka ililibre niya ang lunch ko, he he. But it was not as I thought it to be. Few minutes passed, she stood up again. Beaming in her the best ¨close-up¨ smile, she held something and handed it to me. I saw at my bare palms…A CRUCIFIX. I was utterly dumbfounded. Here is while back an old lady staring at me, now she is standing before me, whispering words of hope, wishes and praying for my safety. I did not say more than words I ever want to convey but my profuse thanks were good enough to express a multitude of wonderful thoughts. Pleasantries follow afterwards but I still did not disclose to her my being a priest. But I don´t know why, my identity was revealed when she embraced, kissed and asked me: ¿Are you a religious priest? Nah, right there and then, I told her: Sí, señora! The more she embraced me so tightly and kissed me. Stunned by its unprecedented scene in the restaurant, pakiramdam ko, I was satisfied already kahit hindi pa ako nakakain. The appetite ceased momentarily, he he he. In the end, ako din ang nagbayad sa kinain ko. As I was heading back home (this time around, I took a bus na sumasakit na kasi mga joints ko, he he!), I brought along with me good memories that would remind me that despite my being-a-stranger, I was treated fairly and that no harm hampered on my way back. Like the old lady beaming in her best close-up smile, I, too, carried in me the gratitude heart of the unexpected encounter. The first visit of the place left a soft spot in my heart and I will surely go back to that place…for sure, not to meet again the old lady for another crucifix, he he, but perhaps, in and through God´s time, He will unfold another scene to see the wonders work to each one of us. I dare say, impulsivity can make a good outcome but its high risk has something to be taken into consideration as well. Perhaps, I was just lucky enough to have reached my destination safely because of His guidance. Without His divine guidance, I would not be able to appreciate the good things He has been bestowing upon me since time immemorial. God bless us! Hi Classmates and Friends, ¡Felices Pascuas de Resurrección! I was supposed to greet you this last week. Now, ¡La paz este con cada uno de ustedes! I have been very busy lately and that is why, I was not able to update you of what has been…and how have I become then…as far as my life here is concerned. Thanks God I am good as new. Everything is alright. His never failing company assures me to go on…In fact, it is my 7th month stay in Argentina. Time really passes by so fast. In and through His goodness, I am still persevering and gaining more weights, he he he…I have no diversion at the moment except studying the language. Going to school and residence to and fro is my only outlet. Of course, the internet connection helps me a lot to communicate you all the time despite the hectic schedules that we have had. Thanks to new advancement, I give credit to it for fast tracking our communication. Otherwise, it would take a long while that we can update each other. Just last week, I started my 4th month language course and more or less, I am on the right track. On the first period of learning, it was pretty difficult but now, thanks to the efficient professor, we are taught the basics of the language and equipped by now. Although, there are still rooms for improvement and for polishing as far as grammar is concerned. I had the chance to spend Holy Week in Esperanza, Santa Fe. I was there for one week. It´s a 6-hour drive from Córdoba where I am based at the moment. I volunteered for the reason that I wanted to visit the place and observed how the people of Esperanza observed the Holy Week. To my amazement, I am asked to help hear confession of the students, the parishioners and the youth in the camp. Revelation for me was that, I managed to speak Spanish during confession. It was really a WOW experience! I thanked Him in the silence of my heart for using me as an instrument for this kind of experience. My Argentine confrere was thrilled upon observing me, though. Well, the Holy Week celebration was different as I got used to experience there in the Philippines. The people here on their own way showed their faith in such complete manner different from ours. No such ¨panatas¨ but the observance of silence was deeply felt and most appreciated by me. I had the chance also of being with the youth who gathered for 3 nights in celebrating the Triduum. It was very impressive. Truly, it was a remarkable experience worth to behold! During mass also, my classmate Ian and I celebrated mass alternately in the convent of our Sisters. Ian presided during Holy Thursday with my presence and I celebrated on Holy Saturday with his presence. Creativity and style were weapons on how to animate the congregation. Thanks God for giving us the GIFT OF VOICE (sana golden),he he he. The congregation appreciated so much and commended the way we presided the mass. I give credit to this animation and creativity through the tutelage of Fr. Nick Sengson, SVD who inculcated us the beauty and significance of celebrating mass. Wherever I go, Fr. Nick´s style will always be with me. I may not be able to surpass his expertise but at least the tips which he did impart to us will always be embedded in my heart, aheheheh. I stay here in Córdoba for 2 months more. Probably, on the last week of May then off I go for my parish mission. I could only surmise that after 9 months here in Argentina, I am just like a child after being inside the mother´s womb for a span of 9-month, I go out and be ready to sail to another side of the corner… Only then, my being a religious missionary is called for. Although at the moment, I am given a foretaste of what is to be a religious missionary but its completeness will only be realized when I am already there on the field… Please do accompany me then in my journey. I know ever since that your prayer makes a big boost in the way I respond and do in the vineyard…Thank you so much for being always there for me. May the Risen Christ continue to enliven and give you assurance as you go on your daily life. God bless! I miss you all and rest assured of my prayer. United in Christ and I remain, JUDY,SVD Happy Valentine´s Day sa inyong lahat diyan! Since I don´t have someone (wala daw oh!) to spend (with)…I am sending my valentine greetings to each one of you who are so good inside out, whom I have treasured most, whom I have kept in the deepest chamber of my heart (heart´s day kasi,he he!). I just wish this special day to be a reservoir of love to one another unconditionally. A love that truly enriches day by day…a love that radiates beyond all else…and a love that encompasses everything. Thank you so much for the love you have partaken in my life. May the good Lord fill you more the abundance of love you have shown since.(Pansin niyo po ba ang first word at ang last word?he he) I am back (again) to the real world. Am back in the city with all the amenities that can be accessed to. Right here, I have experienced both life´s extremes: a world that offers ¨ready-made¨ and a world of simplicity (in my area). These extremes of life have helped me appreciate the beauty of life…a life that truly caters for ¨what-is-best¨ for all humanity. These realities unfold God´s unfathomable omniscience and omnipotence. Oh xia so much for that, I will be here in Cordoba until the last week of May to complete my 5-month language course. Hereafter, I will be back to my mission for a parish assignment. As of this moment, I still do not know where will I be sent. My superior just would like me to concentrate on my language course which I think I did well. I can now talk and write Spanish. I can celebrate Spanish mass and rendered homily through reading. About my experience po, I learned more in the parish exposure than theory in school. But I would not negate the fact that the basics, I learned it form theory as well. The application of learning was made possible in my exposure with the people. The children have helped me in Spanish tremendously plus a big factor of our language edges greatly of my endeavor. Lastly po, I celebrated my 1st Sacerdotal Anniversary last Feb. 3 not in St. Jude as you can see in the attached photo,hehehe, I thanked the Lord for the gift of priesthood. I prayed to Him, too, that without you and your family, ¨I am not of who I am now¨. Thank you so much for everything. God bless you and I miss you all! P.Judy,SVD Gracias a Dios por darnos la oportunidad a celebrar a mi primer aniversario de sacerdocio! Deseo que Dios me acompañe a mi camino para anunciar la buena noticia! MISSION ACCOMPLISHED! Before I came here, I had mixed feelings. First, a feeling of excitement: to see the beauty of the place, to meet the people and to know their culture and language. Secondly, a feeling of apprehension. Many questions cropped up. Many what´s and what if´s dwell on my mind. But these mixed feelings eventually find its solutions. With my 9-day stay especially in Alicia Alta, with these handsome and beautiful companions I have with, with these generous and welcoming attitude people of Alicia Alta, what can I ask for? The feeling of apprehension is dissolved. What replaces are the feeling of happiness and satisfaction. Day by day, our daily schedule like praying together before work, visiting houses, sick people, sharing the WORD of God, listening each one´s life story and struggle, invitation to dine in the house, walking from (EFA, the place where we stay) to the center under the heat of the un and celebrating mass make a whole thing satisfactory and worth to be treasured! There are two things that I realized upon my stay. First, I realized that language is not the barrier to inter act with the people. It is the unopenness or unwillingness to get involved and be with the people that makes things complicated. Secondly, my being a priest is not solely for sacramental purposes. Priesthood is absolutely for people. Without you, my being-a-priest is useless. I thank profusely for being given this opportunity to be with you. This experience unfolds a new dimension of my being new---a total stranger, a new priest. I will celebrate my first Sacerdotal Anniversary on the 3rd of February. I ask you to be with me through your prayer that I may continue to be a faithful servant. Thank you and God bless! Spanish Translation: Please bear with it, grammar needs to be polished. Thanks Antes de venir acá, me invadían dos sentimientos. Primero, entusiasmo: porque anhelaba conocer la naturaleza de acá, a la gente, su lenguaje y su cultura. Segundo, incertidumbre: porque surgieron muchas preguntas de quines eran ustedes y como eran. Pero finalmente estos sentimientos encontraron respuestas. Con mis 9 días de estar acá especialmente en Alicia Alta con mis guapitos y hermosas compañeros y compañeras (a quienes pido que se pongan de pie), con la generosa bienvenida de la gente de Alicia Alta, que puedo decir yo? Mi sentimiento de incertidumbre se fue transformando en sentimientos de alegría y satisfacción. Día a día compartimos nuestra oración antes del trabajo, visitamos las casas, a los enfermos, compartimos la palabra de Dios, escuchamos sus historias de vida y sus luchas. Recibimos sus invitaciones para comer, caminamos bajo el sol desde el EFA hasta el centro y celebramos la misa. Todas las cosas que se hicieron fueron muy satisfactorias y vale la pena guardarlos en mi corazón. Hay dos cosas que quiero destacar. Primero, el lenguaje no fue una barrera para actuar recíprocamente con ustedes. Porque si no tuviera apertura y buena voluntad no me hubiese integrado y ser con ustedes uno mas. Al contrario nuestras actividades hubieran fracasado. Segundo, mi propósito como sacerdote no es ser solo sacramentalista. Sino quiero ser absolutamente para la gente. Sin ustedes, mi sacerdocio no valdría nada. Yo les agradezco de todo corazón por haberme dado la oportunidad de ser yo mismo. Esta experiensa abre una dimensión en mi vida sacerdotal. Yo celebrare mi primer aniversario de sacerdocio el 3 de febrero. Yo pido a ustedes que a través de sus oraciones estén conmigo. Para que siga siendo un fiel servidor. Gracias a todos. Dios los bendiga. Few days from now, year 2007 will come to an end. We will altogether be shaping up by bidding goodbye this year that has been…and will always be part of what and who we are right now. Despite the cudgels of life brought to us this present year, we still have the grace to say thanks and stand tall…ready to embrace the new year 2008 with much optimism outlook in life. Christ, the Word-Incarnate has given His life freely to each one of us in order for us to have strength, be re-invigorated…to persevere and hurdle the challenges that beset before us. His life-present can also be our life-present especially those who need most. This can be the best present we can partake…the best we could ever have shared. For after all, our life is meant for sharing. Sharing with mutuality but not to the point of who gives the ¨best-value¨. What matters is not the inside of it but the value of living/sharing is itself tantamount to saying the goodness-in-us prevails over the apathy and indifference that dwell-in-us. Let us be reminded: if Jesús the Word-Incarnate has become our life-present, we , too, in our own little way…can make a big difference! My prayer for this coming New Year 2008 brings good tidings and fruition to you and your loved ones. May Christ, the Word-Made-Flesh live in our hearts and in the hearts of all. God bless you ever more! A grace-laden New Year to all! P.JUDY, SVD MISIONEROS DEL VERBO DIVINO Santiago Derqui 1135 Barrio Condor Bajo, Villa Allende Cordoba, Argentina Cel No. +54351-3223804 28th October 2007 I am sending an update of my life… Today marks my 2-month stay here in Argentina. Thanks God, I keep moving…Things have taught and treated me so well. I am, at present, on my extensive language study. So far, so good. I have improved so fast. My professor is great (aside na maganda, heheheheh).I believe being so determined to know the language intensifies my interest. It broadens my insatiable thirst for learning (Pastilan uyyyy!hehehe). I am on my 3rd week language lesson. Unlike my first month stay that my words were acted, now my words are spoken. Di ho ba ito naman dapat?heheh. I have no qualms of committing mistakes because through it, I am corrected. Besides, I am no longer (socially) ¨ostracized” because of that so called “language barrier”. My being innately extrovert is utilized to its fullest sense,huh! Ang kapal na nga ng mukha kong makipag usap sa kapwa extranjeros,heheheh! Kahit saan: ma-University man, streets o sa bus, I see to it, I initiate the conversation. Observing these moves, I come to realize that this is an avenue for me to polish my Spanish and at the same time, gaining more acquaintances….eventually magiging friends ko na,hehehe. Take note po…I am open for correction sa kanila na nangangahulogan na akoý hindi (si) perfecto,hehehe! I repeat, hindi po ako si Perfecto. Yo soy Judy aka Julio tawag nila sakin dito,hehehe. Corny ko ano?hehehe,hayaan niyo na lang po ako para naman maibsan ang aking pangungulila dine,hehehe. Speaking of friends, I am basically a friendly person. With my next-door-attitude (pwede po ba image?hehehe), I can easily establish a rapport in them. So far, wala pang naging “exclusive” na matatawag at wala po yan sa aking bokabularyo. Am-for-all! At present, I am here in Cordoba, the second largest city next to Buenos Aires and she is the Heart of the country. I will be here until in February 2008. I am only given a 5-month language course. My provincial superior ordered it so. Since I have a perpetual vow of OBEDIENCE, his will be done,hehehe! I think, 5-month is sufficient! As regards to my mission assignment, my provincial only knows…I do not know! Keep you posted, then. I shall just take the day ONE STEP AT A TIME! Naaalala mo pa ba Partner ang actions nito?hehehe. Ok, this is all for now. Keep me in your prayer as I do. God bless us! I remain, P. Julio, SVD | |
