Many Vocations to Holiness (pp ) Section 4, Part 2: Many Vocations to Holiness (pp )
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Many Vocations to Holiness (pp ) Section 4, Part 2: Many Vocations to Holiness (pp )
Many Vocations to Holiness (pp ) Section 4, Part 2: Many Vocations to Holiness (pp )
“IT IS ENOUGH FOR ME TO KNOW THAT YOU ARE YOUNG, TO LOVE YOU SO MUCH.”
- St. John Bosco
Here’s the approved 4x8 ft. wall banner I designed for the newly renovated office of Bro. Nick Aguila, SDB at Don Bosco Tarlac.
Francis de Sales: Don Bosco's Saint
Gentleness is a word closely linked to Francis de Sales, the esteemed patron saint of Don Bosco. Francis was born in France in 1567; he was ordained priest at the age of 24 and became a bishop nine years later. For over a decade he never shared his desire to become a priest to anyone. He went to Paris (University of Paris, 15th century) to study in order to fulfil the wish of his father, but he also took up theology to please himself. When he finished his studies in 1592, he earned for himself the title of "doctor," both in the fields of law and theology. Like St. Paul, he received the Call when he fell from his horse. But not just once. Thrice he fell, and each time, his sword came out of its casing to fall on the ground crossing another sword making a form of the cross. This he took as a sign that God was calling him to a life of consecration. As a priest, he was filled with apostolic fervor. He hiked through the villages in order to convert Protestants back to Catholicism. His patience and zeal in evangelizing worked to his advantage. Since nobody would listen to him as no households would welcome him, Francis wrote out his sermons, copied them by hand, and slipped them under the doors. In 1602, when Bishop Granier died, Francis succeeded him. As a bishop, he established catechetical instructions for the faithful—both young and old. He visited all the parishes scattered through the rugged mountains of his diocese. He reformed even the religious communities. His goodness, patience and mildness spread like wildfire. His food was plain, his dress and his household simple. He settled with what was basic and lived with the greatest economy, in order to be able to provide more abundantly for the wants of the needy.[1] By the time, Francis left to go home, he was able to win 40,000 people back to Catholicism. Don Bosco chose St. Francis as his patron despite the fact that the latter lived 200 years before him. Hence, when Don Bosco told the assembly of young people that they would be called ‘Salesians,’ this was in 1854 (founding of the salesians), it was not an act done on the spur of the moment. Then a seminarian, Don Bosco must have so known, and studied and loved him that one of his ordination resolutions as a priest was to have the "charity and gentleness of St. Francis de Sales to be his guide.[2]" And of course, the motto that he left to his children, his Salesians, is unmistakably a legacy from St. Francis: Give me souls; take away the rest. Pastoral charity is our heritage from St. Francis de Sales. This, hands down, was not a mere empty slogan—for Don Bosco proclaimed this by his lips and was witnessed concretely in his life. We make Don Bosco continue to live by embracing love and gentleness which characterized the life of St. Francis == [1] Catholic Encyclopedia [2] Memoirs of the Oratory, p. 172
Don Bosco the magician
I know of a person who used magic and acrobatic tricks not just to provide entertainment and laughter, but also, in order to get the attention of the kids so that he could teach them a skill, impart them with a trade and more importantly, make them closer to God. And perhaps, because of his effort to make God become a real friend to countless young people, the Church proclaimed him a saint. And you know who this saint is? He is Don Bosco. Don is not his first name. In Italian, the word ‘Don’ is equal to the title of a priest, that is, ‘father.’ Hence, he is ‘Don,’ not because he is rich, but because he is a priest. You see, as a child, he wanted to befriend the priests in their village. But he felt that the priests were not interested with him since he was only a young boy. He saw them as cold, and could not be easily approached by children. That’s why, as a child, he said that “If I were a priest, I would act differently. I would look for boys and get them around me. I would want them to know that I care for them and desire their friendship. I would speak kindly to them, give them good advice and dedicate myself entirely to their spiritual welfare.” When he became a priest, he made true this promise. For he did not just become a priest to them, but a friend, a teacher, a father! He had to beg and ask for money from his friends so that he could give the poor young people around him food, clothing and shelter. And because he helped them to gain good education, he did not just ensure that they would have a good future. He gave them the opportunity to become productive citizens of their country. But most of all, he taught them how to reach God through the Eucharist, how to call on Mama Mary in times of need; how to say sorry to God through the sacrament of confession... And how to become saints themselves! You see during his time, he promoted the idea that holiness is not just for adults only. It is for everyone! That is why, it's not surprising that some of his students became saints even if they are still young people. There was Dominic Savio, Laura Vicuña, and a lot more! Don Bosco lived and died more than 100 years ago. But he continues to live on through us who have desired to offer our lives to take care of young people.
Manila Archbishop Chito Tagle says "Through the children, we realized the kingdom of God."
Tara na! because it's more fun in the Philippines!
When one is happy, a life of 100 years isn't enough.
Here is Bishop Chito Tagle's reflection on the Solemnity of the Epiphany
On symbols
Do you know why I can't see any stars tonight ? Because you outshine them. Do you like bananas or blueberries? I want to know what kind of pancakes to make in the morning. Do you know you're like my blood? Because you're A+ and you're always in my heart. Did you just fart?Because you blew me away! *** Pick up lines have been in the limelight of late. I’d like to think that they are so because of our attachment to symbols. The bananas or blueberries, the the stars in the night, the blood, and yes, even the fart could be stretched a little further to symbolize how they remind us of the person whom we consider significant to us. Or if there is no connection at all, we’ll try to find one. A grade six student from Albay in the name of Janela Lelis, must have found that strong connection between the Philippine flag and the country it represents when she braved through the floodwater as she tightly held the Philippine flag in a heroic act to save the national symbol from being swept away by the raging water on that stormy day on July 26. To recognize her act of bravery, a little Philippine flag was pinned on the left collar of her uniform. She was also given P 20,000 in cash for this selfless act. More than two thousand years ago, a group of wise men found a connection between a star and the coming of the Great King who would rule them all. That star, in my opinion, could just be any random stars in the sky if it did not lead the magi to their supposed destination: the infant Jesus. But it did what it ought to do. That explains why every year we take pains in thinking of what type of star to crown our Christmas tree. Symbols are fundamentally important not because of what they are, but because of what they stand for. In that first Christmas night, the star was there to symbolize the coming of God and to announce the reign of His Kingdom. May we, who also seek to discover God's will for us, may become ourselves an outstanding sign of God’s loving compassion. So that when people--when our companions, when the young people we relate with--see us, they will be reminded that Christmas is not an event which only happens once a year. For with our witnessing, it goes on. Daily. Merry Christmas. God bless. Good evening.
A prayer to implore the beatification of Fr. Braga
Today marks the death anniversary of Fr. Charles Braga, SDB. He was the first Provincial Superior of the Salesians in the Philippines. His cause for beatification and canonization is now being processed.
Father most powerful and merciful, you have called Father Carlo Braga to follow Christ along the way traced out by Saint John Bosco, so that he might follow his examples, inherit his spirit, and multiply his work in china and in the Philippines, on behalf of the poorest boys and the young.
Grant that, welcomed by you in the eternal joy as your faithful servant, he may be for us a generous intercessor. Give us the gift of his glorification, so that he can be a joyful example of holiness for the Salesian family and for those who dedicate their life for the needy youth.
We ask you this through the intercession of Mary, Help of Christians, whom he loved and honored with the heart of a son, and through the mediation of Jesus Christ our Lord.
Amen.
A friendship that sanctifies
Bonnie and Clyde. Batman and Robin. Lancelot and Arthur. Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. I don't have to state what is obvious. The personalities I mentioned are famous partnerships in the realms of literature, film and comics. One is not complete without the other. One needs the other in order to attain his vision and carry out his mission. With each other, the two becomes one. The idea of maintaining friendships in the realm of the religious and spiritual life isn't rare. Off the cuff, I could instantly think of the friendship between Sts. Francis of Sales and Jane de Chantal, between Sts. Francis of Assisi and Claire, between Don Bosco, the seminarian and Luigi Comollo. And yes, between Sts. Basil and Gregory.
These saints, both bishops during their time, and later on declared Fathers of the Church because of their important contributions in the realm of theology (they fought the doctrine of Arianism which contradicts Jesus' divinity) and in their way of witnessing as followers of Christ.
Every January 2, we recall their persons and bond friendship which began when they were still students and later flourished when they became bishops themselves.
Below is an excerpt from a sermon by Saint Gregory Nazianzus (Oratio 43, in laudem Basilii Magni, 15. 16-17, 19-21; PG 36, 514-423). This is used in the Office of Readings for January 2, on their feast day.
Such was the prelude to our friendship, the kindling of that flame that was to bind us together. In this way we began to feel affection for each other. When, in the course of time, we acknowledged our friendship and recognized that our ambition was a life of true wisdom, we became everything to each other: we shared the same lodging, the same table, the same desires the same goal. Our love for each other grew daily warmer and deeper. The same hope inspired us: the pursuit of learning. This is an ambition especially subject to envy. Yet between us there was no envy. On the contrary, we made capital out of our rivalry. Our rivalry consisted, not in seeking the first place for oneself but in yielding it to the other, for we each looked on the other’s success as his own. We seemed to be two bodies with a single spirit. Though we cannot believe those who claim that everything is contained in everything, yet you must believe that in our case each of us was in the other and with the other. Our single object and ambition was virtue, and a life of hope in the blessings that are to come; we wanted to withdraw from this world before we departed from it. With this end in view we ordered our lives and all our actions. We followed the guidance of God’s law and spurred each other on to virtue. If it is not too boastful to say, we found in each other a standard and rule for discerning right from wrong.
May we who come after them realize on the impact of what our friends can do to our lives. Like them, may our friendship help us attain sanctity.
Here's the 2012 Strenna of the Rector Major, Don Pascual Chavez, in video.
"Let us make the young our life's mission by coming to know and imitate Don Bosco."
The bread which you do not use is the bread of the hungry; the garment hanging in your wardrobe is the garment of him who is naked; the shoes that you do not wear are the shoes of the one who is barefoot; the money that you keep locked away is the money of the poor; the acts of charity that you do not perform are so many injustices that you commit.
St. Basil
The Rector Major's strenna for the new year:
"Let us make the young our life's mission by coming to know and imitate Don Bosco."
Because we love, God is present.
Thomas Merton
My life of prayer
Rummaging through my files, in the spirit of fixing things to welcome the new year, I was reunited with this reflection paper I penned some four years ago when I was a novice.
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It was the night before going for the outing when I went to the library after the lights were put off. I heard from those who have been to Moalboal that it would be a three-hour trip.
As a “seasoned backpacker,” I never leave home without a book tucked in my luggage. It’s safe that way, just in case I might get bored along the way. And so, search for a book I did. Guided by the lackluster light coming from the fluorescent bulb outside the study hall, my eyes dashed from the collection of books we have in the library. My sole criterion for the “perfect book” was clear to me: it has to be a light read. In the process of my book hunting, I got hold of this book “How can I find God?” edited by James Martin, SJ. The title of the book didn’t seem to satisfy the standard I set for the book hunt, but geez, it’s getting late, and I already wanted to rest. The book, I later found is a collection of essays coming from individuals belonging to various religious denominations: Catholic, Protestant, Jewish, Muslim, Native American and Buddhist. Some “are even searching for one” as Martin puts it. Flipping through its pages, I got this impression that the Divine is not to be found on some arcane areas of the world; He does not live in esoteric theological treatises. He is found in his creations, in a leaf, in a budding flower; He is found among those who hunger, those who are AIDS stricken—those people in the community that we most want to throw away. And especially, we can encounter Him in our prayers. My reflection on my prayer life leads me back to the first time I can say that I really encountered God in my prayer. The experience took place in a retreat house in Batangas where we had the high school seniors’ retreat eons ago.
Our retreat master told us that God is present in nature. And he asked us to choose a medium in which God can best speak to us. I chose wind. The encounter wasn’t extraordinary. But there was something pleasant in the experience mere words cannot explain. I loved the sweet after-taste of it. It was more than consoling. From then on, every time a gush of wind blows gently, and at times even vigorously, on my skin, I know that He is around. However, things change. In life, I realized that good things don’t last that much. One of the resolutions in my retreat (when I was a prenovice) was to devote at least 30 minutes of my time each day before the Blessed Sacrament. The first days of executing this resolution found me restless. Quieting myself in the midst of various concerns of the day would leave me fidgety. I was anxious doing nothing. And unlike Mary, I found out that I was restless resting on the lap of the Lord. The quintessential question “how can I find God?” translates to my personal experience as to “how can I commune with him?” Somewhere along the way, I know that I have found Him.
However, a question that lingers in my mind is “do I still have Him?” Through prayers, I painstakingly search for Him. The efforts I exert don’t always bear success. More than achievements, I am aware that there were more failures. Sometimes, I ask God; if He really calls me, why make it difficult for me to know His will? Why is it necessary for me to struggle every time I sit down and pray? These questions remain unanswered. But I am not in a hurry. I console myself that perhaps, I may not be ready for the answer. The inputs I got from the beginning retreat of the novitiate led me to realizing that I have not grown much roots and foundation in praying. I still need to do a lot. The destination is still hiding from the far horizons, but I am aware that I have already begun. I struggle in my prayer life. Just like those individuals who seek God, I make an effort to find Him. But my search seems in vain. When I entered the Novitiate, I have a clear purpose: to nourish my encounter with the God I believe in. This I can do by encountering Him not only in the sacraments, or in those eerie silent moments I spend with Him in front of the Blessed Sacrament, but more importantly, as I share His love among the individuals I encounter each day of my life.