A walk in the night

Last Saturday I went to Calamba to be with the Aspirants' Community. I left Manila at around 5 pm. There were so many passengers but I was lucky to get a seat. The alley of the bus were filled with passengers standing all the way to Calamba. When it was my turn to get off, the alley was already cleared.

I just walked going to Carmel Valley. I felt confident at first because it is just a short distance. But when I arrived at the Postulants' House of the Dominicans, it was very dark. I felt a little hesitant to walk all the way but I have no choice. I have already informed the sisters that I will just walk.

When I entered the dark part of the road I realized that it was not at all dark. It seemed so dark looking at it under the lamp post but once I am inside that darkness it was not at all dark. I could see the road and the outlines of the trees lining the way.

It dawned on me that I just have to brave the darkness. Once I am in there, the darkness will show me the way and even accompany me towards the light.

In life, there will always be dark sides as well as light sides. It is so easy to live in the lighter side of life and not so easy to live the darker side but that night, I have learned that when darkness comes I just have to walk through it and it will lead me to the light again.

Easter 2008 passing me by

I was out of touch of the whole activities of the Holy Week leading to the great celebration of Easter. I stayed in the hospital sitting at the bedside of my aunt, Eming. I wanted to give my time to her during my vacation. I considered it a privilege moment because I never had opportunity to served any of my old folks since I entenered the convent.

It was also an opportunity to meet other relatives who cared for my aunt. They came to visit and talked for a while because there is nothing much we can do in her situation.

It was at this time that I learned of all the good things that Tiya Eming did to them. I never knew that. She helped a lot of our relatives in their times of need.

It dawned on me that on our way to death our good works will accompany us. Their might be mistakes or blunders done but they are not the ones highlighted but the good things experienced by people. In her moment of helplessness her strengths were well remembered.

Though I miss most of the services, but Easter in the hospital has taken a different form, a real experienced of resurrection. What resurrected at that time were the good experiences in life as it faded away slowly...