Lately, I’ve been thinking about how pain, as unwelcome as it feels, often becomes the very thing that saves us. It doesn’t always arrive as punishment—sometimes it comes as permission. Permission to pause. Permission to rebuild. Permission to begin again.…
As we come out of the Solemnity of Christ the King and begin crossing into the quiet threshold of Advent, something becomes unmistakably visible: the sudden explosion of “Advent calendars” everywhere. Makeup Advent calendars, perfume Advent calendars, whiskey Advent calendars—there…
We recently celebrated the Solemnity of Christ the King, which marked the end of the liturgical year — a moment the Church pauses, to look back before Advent leads us into new beginnings. Somehow, my soul is ending a chapter…
Today, as we celebrate the Solemnity of Jesus Christ, King of the Universe, I put together several reflections and questions that came to mind. With the help of ChatGPT, I arrived at clearer and more beautiful answers — especially in…
The phrase “Flood Control” has been ringing in our ears, not as a promise of safety, but as an indictment of greed. The recent scandal exposing the web of political corruption—ghost projects, substandard materials, and billions of pesos diverted—offers a…
A recent reflection brought forth a piercing question: What if your greatest weakness or temptation is actually the gateway to your fullest potential—where God desires to work most powerfully in you? This isn’t just a poetic sentiment. Within the Catholic…
Recently, there have been growing concerns about suicide. On Wednesday, October 22, I learned that an acquaintance had died by suicide — on the same day that Emmanuelle Atienza, daughter of Kuya Kim Atienza, also took her own life. Then,…
“Dili ba ko makasala kung maglagot ko sa late comer na pari?”That was the message a friend sent me today, Sunday. I laughed and said, “Okay lang maglagot. We all do.” But that simple question leads me to reflect more…
When the strong earthquake struck this morning, only one thought crossed my mind: Masayang akong mga gipundar. What if everything I’ve built, bought, and saved for — the things I worked hard for, even borrowed money for — turned to…
Perhaps this thirst for love is unquenchable—rooted not just in my personal history of abandonment, but in a soul created to love and be loved completely. I love deeply, often too much. And when that love isn’t returned—whether by friends…
