Love that never truly left
“Describe your mom in one word.” Mao to’y pangutana sa staff sa Pinoy Big Brother pag-audition namo sa akong best friend back in 2012. Klaro man siguro nga wala ko nakuha kay wa man gyud ko nigawas sa TV. Pero…
Grace in every moment
Category Witnessing
Why Do We Need to Suffer?
What if we were not created simply to be happy? I used to believe that the goal in life was happiness. I see it in parents today—doing everything they can to keep their children from ever feeling bored, frustrated, or…
A Sinner Still Praying for Conversion (Part 2)
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…
A Sinner Still Praying for Conversion (Part 1)
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…
Learning to Receive Joy
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…
The Wounds that Lead to Healing
A Note Before Reading: This Is Holy Ground Dear Reader, If you have been following this space, you know that I believe real growth happens through facing discomfort. This week, I am putting that conviction into practice. The post you…
Christ our King
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…
Feast of St. Clare: Seeking Our Desert
August 11, the feast of St. Clare, marks four years since I first found the Monasterio de Sta. Clara in Catalunan Grande. I still remember searching on Google for a place where I could present myself as an aspirant for a contemplative community. The monastery was everything I thought I needed—solemn, quiet, rich in prayer and activity, leaving no space for idle thoughts or wrongdoing.