Last night, I attended the Easter Vigil Mass.There were adult baptisms and confirmations—beautiful, hopeful moments. Families and friends filled the church, celebrating new beginnings. Some of them were seated beside me. At first, I noticed they weren’t participating—no responses, no…
Fasting is something deeply practiced in our community. We fast as a way of offering sacrifice, believing that when prayer is joined with fasting, our intentions are lifted more sincerely to God. In the Catholic Church, we are required to…
Last 2024, during the National Social Communications Convention, I met a priest who eventually became a friend. Recently, he invited me to give a recollection to his community. At first, it wasn’t really a serious plan. It began as a…
My last article, “Looya Nako Uy,” was written during a moment when I was reflecting on how I sometimes see myself. For a long time, I realized I carried this quiet belief that maybe people would only care for me…
There is a kind of language that grows quietly inside a person who has suffered much.It doesn’t shout.It doesn’t demand.It whispers. It says: For a long time, I lived in that language. Not because I wanted to manipulate people.Not because…
It feels strange to admit this:I cry not only because I have lost someone I love,but because I feel the sorrow of those who have lost what they cannot replace. My grief is real, yes.But it is also borrowed. It…
God reveals not to wound, but to release. There is a particular kind of joy that arrives when something long-awaited finally appears. After twenty-two years of knowing each other—friendship, distance, reconnection, seasons where timing never quite aligned—I thought, this must…
There are moments when I feel like giving up. Not in a dramatic way. Not with doors slammed or bridges burned. But in the quiet, heavy way — the kind where fear sits beside you and whispers questions you cannot…
I am learning something uncomfortable about healing: sometimes it feels worse before it feels holy. For the first time, I am brave enough to name it — I have an anxious attachment style. For a long time, I did not…
“See, I am doing something new! Now it springs forth, do you not perceive it?”— Isaiah 43:19 Every new year carries with it a quiet expectation: that we will grow. That as we age another year, we inch closer to…
