A testimony of Ptr. Cyrus Laroco
Seize the day...
Mike Portnoy has a tattoo on his left forearm. It says “Carpe Diem” and has the date of 11-16-84 underneath which is the date he lost his mother in a plane crash. “Carpe Diem” means seize the Day in Latin and was part of a lesson he was taught earlier that day in high school. A lesson that provided him with a final moment with his mom and a final hug and kiss before she left for her flight.
I was in Mcdonalds Commonwealth a few years back when I saw two boys asking for water on the counter. The crew in Mcdonalds were gracious enough to give them water to drink. They seemed happy and grateful for the simple service the crew gave them. At that time I had this feeling that I had to do something for them, it was as if God was instructing me to do something for them. I really felt that I needed to buy each of them a Sunday cone, which was only 5 pesos that time. Unfortunately, I didn’t. I felt guilty afterward. I did not seize the day. I was not a blessing to them. There are times when I remember that time and I still get teary eyed because I know I did not follow God’s instruction. A few weeks came to pass and I saw myself in the same situation. This time I bought the kids ice cream, but it wasn’t the same. I felt as if I was only covering the mistake I did a few weeks back.
Opportunities lost...
Situations like that don’t come very often. God will always give us the chance to love, care, connect, be blessings, and to reach out to people. I pray that whenever we find ourselves in that situation we choose to SEIZE THE DAY and let ourselves be an extension of God’s blessing to others.
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a testimony of Wendy Lopez-Redaon
Somebody broke into our house about two months ago. I went home from the market and found shards of our glass window on the floor. My closet door was ajar. Immediately, I checked the secret spot where I put bulk of our money in. It was untouched and in tact! I called Butch in his office and told him the bad news. Together, we did an inspection of what was missing: his motorcycle helmet, a pair of his basketball rubber shoes, our digital camera, 300 pesos worth of cash and my wedding ring. My heart sunk. Very scared, I asked Butch to come home at once. The robber didn’t get a lot of things. I was surprised he didn’t take my my ipod or the DVD player. This made me think that he (assuming it was a guy who did it) only made an inspection of the place, took only stuff he could carry and planned to come back to get some more.
As I picked up the shards of broken glass, I cursed the culprit with an angry heart. “I curse the person who did this. I release a curse to the person who broke into my house; not only to him but his family up to the 6th generation.” I felt violated and apprehensive. Our apartment, for me was a safe haven located on the third floor in a building my father owned. It was the compound I grew up in and it was robbed in broad day light!
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by Apol Laroco
When it seems odd
A part of you keeps calling home
But can’t connect
A part of you extends a hand
But still can’t reach
You think you’re full
But stinkin’ funny deep inside
You just feel odd
You don’t know why
Empty
Around you, many but can’t
Reach among so many
Who
A question most holistic people try to view
When all your goodness, you thought,
Was shining through, inspiring you
Odd
But when you look back you knew
There’s nothing that you lack
When all the theories you knew
became firm facts
This can’t be wrong
Smart’s out of question
This is all odd
Coz suddenly
I found myself soaked in reality
That who I am is a façade- a dream, a ‘lack’
I have the head but then I couldn’t free my heart
That life is not about the sight, the thought, the sound
It goes beyond…
Odd
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