More Learnings Sought

Everytime my leaders in the church community would send infotexts regarding upcoming pastoral teachings, I get excited. I am very much eager to learn about my religion, my faith. I am very much willing to accept new knowledge and wisdom about our humanity.

The first time I attended a lecture was last August of this year. And last night, November 20, was my second time to attend such informative assembly. It was held at St. Paul Church. The speakers were of course, the priests. It is always in cold evenings. But I didn't mind it because I was so focused with the lecture. Besides, the lectures were never boring. Thanks to the priests' side-jokes and funny comments. 

And so I learned about new doctrines on Christianity, Catholicism...more about Jesus Christ and His role being the center of the Christian faith...a little more about our Church and the people behind it...The top layer of the organizational chart of the Roman Catholic church and its respective role..

I was more blessed than in awe to grasp about new things in my life...in my existence...
But nevertheless, I am blessed to know that no matter what happens to us, OUR FAITH IN GOD - in JESUS CHRIST, OUR SAVIOR!...will lead us to a higher ground..that is, an introspection of our subconscious state... that what we see is not what matters a lot, but it is the production of our religious faith that will open our heart, and lets our soul succumb to our possible fate.

 

 

 

 

 

The Warmth of Summer

It was summer of 2011. The April sun was blistering over my face. I waited desperately to avail of time and significant moment. There was some moment of awe, some period of boredom, of silence and deep breaths. All I got was nothing, but just that presence in that four-wheeled, rugged machine, makes me feel I have had another memory to keep. At least, I have known this to myself for so long - some friend who's there to cling to. I would have wanted to keep it steady. A friendship that never ends. As warm as that summer. As sincerely white and pure as that yacht paint color. As secure as laid on that mean machine. As comfy in that quiet afternoon joyride. But never as boring as how muted we can be. Never speak our hearts' out. Dead silence. Alive breathing. So naive. Insecure.