Yes, let me introduce to you the Catholic priests, whom with all honor, I'm proud to have worked with and known them personally.
Rev. Fr. President Brigido A. Angngasing, SVD. - School President
Rev. Fr. John S. Bala, SVD - Finance Officer
Well, June 17, when I met Fr. Bing, along the corridor and asked him what time will be his mass, if ever there will be so that we can attend and listen to his homily. He smile and speak while maintaining that smile, as always his trademark.
Well, deep inside, I feel hesitant and indifferent. It's not that I feel obnoxious toward the Catholic Priest. But I don't really do Catholic practice, and now it's just the three of us and, the mass is really intended for us.
I just smile and pay my gratitude that Fr. Bing would be giving mass for us. Even though my intentions was to find peace and be back to earth under God's wisdom. "Ok po Father Bing, thank you. Salamat po."
"Ok walang problema. 10:30 am sa Chapel, please don't be late"
"Yes Apo, thank you so much po"
As we gathered and pray silently. . . It inspires me a bit as he remind us that it is Father's day, and since that is one of my greatest weakness, my longing of having a father. I felt deep inside that I was intended to stand in front of him, to read the first reading and the responsorial psalm.
Happy Father's day to my Father. Wherever you are. . . and most of all to my Mum, who became a father-mother to the Four of us.
The homily goes like this. . . the wisdom I came for. . .
(Something like this)
There was this boy, beside the church on a Sunday morning together with the goods he is selling. He is shouting to the people: Everyone, come here come here for I sell everything. . .hear hear hear!
"You young man! As you can see, I am a woman of richness. . . I can buy things that I want and things that other people needs! Anytime and anywhere! Now tell me. . .what is there that you can offer me, if indeed you sell everything!"
The lady, feeling aghast with what she heard from the boy. She took out silver pennies, and let it shine on the boy's face.
"Then sell me peace!"
"Sell me freedom from slavery and war!"
"What is this, shame you! I don't need this Bible! You aren't giving me those things that I want! You are not worth my money!"
The boy, with tears in his eyes, not because he was being insulted in front of the crowed, but because the lady in front of her was poor, empty and foul inside.
"You see Madam, You don't understand things that well, I sell you seeds!"
"Seeds that you must cultivate to provide peace and harmony;
Seeds for you to care for everyday to promote equality and to alleviate poverty"
I sell everything. . .