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Thoughts

A brother shared on Facebook what appears to be a teaching on the Brown Scapular associated with the Carmelite Order. The congregation where I belong. This is a very old teaching which I believe, one time in the congregation's history was being taught to the faithful. But history would also tell us that the Church discouraged such teaching because of its lack of historical and factual basis.

So what's it about?

Basically its about the Sabbatine Privilege allegedly granted by Pope John XXII, claiming that the Blessed Mary appeared to him with the promise to the wearer of the scapular that after their death, she will free them from the sufferings of purgatory and lead them to heaven, provided they meet the following conditions while they were still alive:
1. Faithful wearing of the scapular throughout their life;
2. Observance of chastity, depending on their state of life;
3. Daily recitation of the Little Office of the Blessed Virgin or observance of the Church's fasts including abstinence from meat on Wednesdays and Saturdays or say five decades of Our Lady’s Most Holy Rosary or substitute such actions with some other good work.

And, depending on one's viewpoint, to add to the problem, it is said that Pope Benedict XV granted an indulgence of 500 days to those who kiss the scapular devoutly.

So, I live a sinful life for 500 days and on the 500th day I kiss the scapular so all of those sins I committed will be absolved? Is that how all these indulgence thing works? Or lets say, we sin because anyway we would already have 500 less days in purgatory when we die. So we just kiss and kiss the scapular until we die. Let's say, 100 kisses = 50,000 days less in purgatory, right? So let's assume we are so sinful and dying, then why don't we just cover our lips with the scapular and get the chance of never going to purgatory.

Wearing the scapular would not assure one of going to heaven if such an external act is not complemented with the purification of ones self through intimacy with God, and of course with charity and living a life in accordance to the teachings of Christ, otherwise, I would just wear the scapular, recite the Office or even the whole Psalmody, and be chaste while at the same time enrich myself by exploiting other people and still be assured of heaven because of the Sabbatine privilege or whatever indulgence I get from wearing the vestment.

For me, wearing the scapular is not a privilege but an obligation. When we wear it we vow to follow Mary, as the perfect disciple of Christ. When we wear it we vow to follow Jesus, that man from Nazareth whose viewpoint and standpoint is grounded on the anawim - the oppressed, the marginalized, the poor, the little ones.

We should not be dependent on whatever promise it bears, rather we should take it upon ourselves to strive for holiness, to follow Mary, our sister, mother, and protector, in her effort to become Christ's perfect follower, and of course, to live Christ's teachings and tattoo them in our hearts.

The scapular is not an amulet or a lucky charm. It is not some magical stuff that would instantly lead one to the glory of eternal life.

What it is, though, is a promise, a reminder that we have an obligation, a responsibility to be Christ's followers, and with that to be living testaments of God's grace, love, and mercy. This is a reminder that we are servants, that we live for others and not for ourselves. This is a reminder that we promised to live a life of purity, obedience to Christ, and poverty.

The scapular is a reminder of Mary's love for us, because, after all, she did cloth us with her garment, with a garment which she herself must have woven tirelessly. So how should we compensate this love? We should compensate this love, of course, and we do this not just by outwardly wearing the scapular, but by making it our inner habit, our constant reminder, our very life.

A high ranking official of the Philippine National Police once quipped to a brother who was not wearing a habit during the Pope's visit in the Philippines that the brother must be a good example to the rest of the faithful by constantly wearing his habit. And a Facebook user once commented on a picture of Carmelite friars wearing ordinary clothes on an important meeting that nothing makes a Carmelite than his brown habit.

But really, the habit is just that, a piece of clothing that we wear identifying us to the congregation where we belong. And, as much as we should wear it with reverence, what's more important is if we wear it within ourselves. Are we constantly living the Order's charisma? Are our very lives a reflection of what the Order stands for?

For me that's what is important, the rest are mere reminders of our identity, of our devotion, of our promise.

Thoughts

Last June 21, Saturday, we watched Rak of Aegis courtesy of a very generous art patron and it is one of the best plays I've seen.

Here's part of the press release for the play, retrieved from PETA's website:

MANILA, Philippines – It’s been a fruitful 47th theater season for the Philippine Educational Theater Association (PETA); and while the theater is ablaze with the ongoing Summer Program, the company shows no signs of stopping for a breather.

PETA’s 48th season sees the comeback of crowd favorite and hit comedy musical Rak of Aegis. Fans and first-timers are expected to flood the theater for this record-breaking hit that is set to open this June, due to insistent public demand.

Breakout Kapuso star Aicelle Santos, and 2009 WCOPA Champion Kim Molina come back as Aileen; the promodizer with big dreams to raise her family from the knee-deep floods that have plagued their town for months. This all-Filipino, all-original musical features songs from the iconic band Aegis, with a star-studded ensemble on an award winning, must-see set.

This comedy musical has hit a record-breaking 135 shows in the first year of its showing alone, a milestone for the theater company and indeed, for Philippine theater. In 2014 alone it has garnered over 16 citations for performance and technical categories including Outstanding Original Musical, Outstanding Ensemble Performance for a Musical, Stage Direction for a Musical (Maribel Legarda), Original Libretto (Liza Magtoto), Musical Direction (Myke Salomon), Choreography (Gio Gahol), Costume Design (Carlo Pagunaling), Sound Design (Salomon and Happy Constantino), Set Design (Mio Infante), Female Lead Performance in a Musical (Aicelle Santos and Joan Bugcat), Female Featured Performance in a Musical (Kalila Aguilos) and Male Featured Performance in a Musical (Myke Salomon, Pepe Herrera, Jerald Napoles and Juliene Mendoza).

So what did I like most of the play? Aside from the beautiful socially-relevant and moving story, the beautiful lines and the excellent interpretation by the singer/actors of classic Aegis songs, or even those original lines which were played in the tune of familiar Aegis tunes, the great cast, the stage and the lighting, the wonderful acoustics, well, aside from all these wonderful stuff, there is the feel of being part of the play with the way the stage was designed and the lay-out of the audience, and of course, in the way the actors related to the audience. It was just amazing.

(Click here to listen to Aegis songs.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3tE9y0nP_2Y.)

Even the rain or the giant bubbles or the sunflowers that suddenly popped up out of nowhere were beautifully executed. It was just amazing. And with the flood in the middle of the set laden with trash, wow, how real could it be. I was reminded of Payatas.

So last night I was talking to Roi Calilong, one of the casts and my former housemate during college (they were freshmen at the Pontifical University of Santo Tomas then, I was reviewing for the Physical Therapy Licensure Exam), and he shared with me:

"Sobrang masaya lang sa PETA, kuya. Tapos ganun pa yung mga plays namin. Kaya kahit wala halos kita, ok pa rin.(Its a lot of fun in PETA, kuya. Then our plays are like that. That's why even if we don't earn much, it ok.)."

PETA's approach to theater is not just performing for theater patrons (who are mostly the elite) but actually raising the level of consciousness of their audience especially on the plight of the poor, the marginalized, the oppressed, the anawim of Christ.

This, somehow, would give a much better sense of fulfillment and mission to all its members. Such a blessing indeed.
And this is how theater can be used for many to realize their vocation as sharers in Jesus's prophetic ministry. This could be the reason why a few years ago they were recognized as one of the awardees of the prestigious biennial Titus Brandsma Awards given by the Philippine Carmelite Province of Bld. Titus Brandsma.

Perhaps some of the casts of PETA were not even aware of these issues before joining PETA, having been shielded from the true state of the nation with all their concerns on honing their crafts and trying to make a living at the same time, considering the scarcity of job opportunities for thespians. But then, that exactly is what theater is about, without knowing the social conditions of the time, one's theatrical stint would be shallow, devoid of purpose.

What I would like to see in their future plays, though, given the accessibility of multimedia and its beautiful use in theater, as proven by this very play, is for them to also include and show clips of stories of real people actually experiencing the situation on which their story is trying to make a commentary of. In fairness to them, they did show brief clippings of floods in the country to help situate the setting of the play.

So, where do I see myself in the play?

We have to admit that there are times when we feel that to recognize and see the gold behind our misfortune and to capitalize on it is the way to go. We always try to search for the silver lining behind the gray thick clouds, but sometimes, the solution to our challenges is actually right under our noses.

It's not about doing something great or getting something significant from the unfortunate events of our lives, it's more about our behavior towards the event and often what we usually overlook is surprisingly what the challenge is about, why it came to us in the first place.

Rak of Aegis tackles the behavior of the people of Barangay Venizia towards the flood that they've been experiencing for the last three months. At first they complained of their condition blaming the posh subdivision built probably a little elevated from their place, blocking their drainage system and eventually filling their village up with drainage from the place plus water from the rain. They're basically a catch basin. And then since the developers went through the backdoor in getting their government permits, the residents also blamed government for its selfish motives and for not acting on their problem since apparently they had other priorities, which, by the way, is a reality in the Philippines.

There was really no end to people and institutions to blame for their misfortune, but what should they do? And then came Aileen's YouTube video which got so many hits, actually giving them the attention that they needed. It was a blessing in two-fold – first they planned to capitalize on it so that they would be able to raise money for a new health center, and second, people would come to know of their misery, and perhaps help them in some way. Some instant relief, perhaps?

There is nothing wrong with that, but come to think of it, sometimes we are just comfortable with our complaints, doing nothing about it. We try to survive with what we have, and just complain of our difficulties, blaming people for it, and then we are content. Life goes on. Is anything resolved? Nothing really.

As much as we should be thinking of our selves, Christ taught us to think of our neighbors just as much. That means not being greedy and looking at the consequence of our actions in terms of our neighbors. As Rotary's Four Way Test would put it: Is it beneficial to all concerned?

Why can we not use the Four Way Test (Is it the TRUTH? Is it FAIR to all concerned? Will it build GOODWILL and BETTER FRIENDSHIPS? Will it be BENEFICIAL to all concerned?) as our yardstick in evaluating our actions or the decisions that we make? Or better yet, why not use Christ's teaching of love as the tool to evaluate our actions and decisions?

Watching Rak of Aegis was, for me, not just a nostalgic experience listening to familiar tunes and trying not to sing along to familiar songs (the consequence of which was to sing in the lobby the vocal-cords straining songs of Aegis two octaves higher!), but it's really a reflective experience on my very response to such calamities, to the storms in my life.

Have I been selfish to think only of myself, forgetting that others will always be affected by my actions or decisions, regardless of how small it is?

Mind you, even the decision not to be involved has great impact, as the quote attributed to the great Albert Einstein would put it, "The world is a dangerous place to live. Not because of the people who are evil; but because of the people who don’t do anything about it."

Am I making this world even more dangerous than it already is?

Kudos to PETA for this wonderful play. For more information and ticket inquiries, check out their website.

Reflection

My journey to the heights of Carmel was, is, and will always be a journey of love.

It is driven by love. It is fueled by love.

My love for God triggers an insatiable thirst to experience his presence, to be with him, and to serve him by serving his people unconditionally.

For many years, I looked for him, everywhere and in everything. There was this emptiness in me that I wanted and longed to be filled. I knew then that only God could fill it.

And so I tasted every form of devotion, I tried different forms of spirituality. I wanted a tangible experience of his love, one that would excite my senses. But all that I got were just tastes of it. It was like God teasing me, not fully revealing himself to me.

When I started to experience the embrace, the kiss, the ecstatic pleasure of the physical consumation of human love (i.e. sex), I also desired his divine love to be the same – limited to that which the senses could experience – and my emptiness expanded. My longings grew deeper.

I knew then, and I know now, that God's love will never be like the love we get from embodied beings. His love is beyond our senses. How to accept and own this realization, however, has been a constant struggle.

A young man who wanted to become a priest once asked me if it's alright for him to enter into relationships and experience physical love before deciding if priesthood is really his call. I blatantly answered him, no. Not because premarital sex is against the teachings of the church but more because at the time I felt that I finally understood the adage, "innocence is bliss."

Yes, innocence is truly bliss for an innocent person will never seek as a rabid dog the pleasure of an experience he never had, content with that of his very own experiences. That which gave him pleasure.

It's like narcotics – once tasted, always wanted. Sadly, the satisfaction experienced will never be enough and will never be lasting.

And so, the ladder of love has become an abstract concept for me, devoid of the sensual pleasures that for long I have equated with love.

So, in concept, I know that true love is never sensual but a deep longing to just be with the beloved. The mere presence of the beloved triggers a sense of satisfaction and completeness that is beyond the senses.

That is true love. The love that I am seeking.

In this love, the union becomes complete and I become lost in his presence – where time no longer matters, where the world just fades into the background.

O, the bliss of such an experience.

At this point in my life, taking the ladder to ascend the heights of Carmel can be an arduous task. I have yet to undress myself of all these heavy clothes which I have accumulated and covered myself with as I searched for my perfect love. I have to let go of all these baggage, all the trinkets that somehow gave me fleeting happiness. I have to strip the bandages that's been limiting my movement even if it helped ease the pains.

Yes, I found him. I know where he is, I know how to reach him, but I have to climb naked, in nothingness. I have to let go of all these sensual concepts of love which has been continuously pulling me down.

I need to fly and for that I need to unfurl my wings of prayer and contemplation on the one hand, and altruistic service and reflective spiritual studies (with application) on the other.

Constant remembrance of God through contemplation excites the soul and this will bring me to the first step of the ladder. For now, the first step will be enough. I trust that he will take a thousand more steps for me.

This will be the fuel that will keep me in this journey – the faith that he is there to help me complete the journey.

11 November 2014, 1125
Spring of Carmel Novitiate House
Written as a reflection on St. John of the Cross' "Ladder of Love" during the mid-year novitiate retreat facilitated by Fr. Cyreneao "Toto" Jaranilla, OCarm.

Thoughts

“We live in a world full of injustice and disquiet. It is our duty to contribute to the search for an understanding of the causes of these evils; to be in solidarity with the sufferings of those who are marginalized and to fight for their total liberation, helping them to fulfill their desire for a decent life.”
- Art 111, Chap IX, Carmelite Constitution (1995)

“I am happy that there are wasteful people, at least because of them we are able to let our children taste food from Jollibee,” said Ate Arlene as she happily prepared her freshly bought pagpag (left-over food from the garbage dump), which was to be our lunch that day.

A mother of three, Ate Arlene and her family welcomed me into their home for our 10-day immersion in Payatas, Quezon City, as part of the inter-congregational novitiate program, EXODUS, late October 2014.

Looking at the garbage-laden and muddy surroundings of the community where I was to stay for 10 days, I thought to myself, “Why are we so cruel as to push people to live in such an undignified manner?”

And then I remembered what Fr. Bernard Roosendaal, O.Carm, told us in one of our classes on Carmelite Spirituality where he said that no one becomes rich without causing injustice to another.

And that is why, Fr. Bernard said, Christ taught his early followers the economic system of sharing, of building a community where everyone takes care of each other, especially the widows and orphans.

One form of exploitation or the other will always happen if we wish to pursue a selfish individualistic ambition, like becoming rich. It might be innocent for a child to say that he wants to have plenty of cars and a big house when he grows up, but do we ever tell them that in order to reach his goal he has to take advantage of people, consciously or unconsciously, and of varying degrees, even sending some to the garbage dump or leave them homeless and landless.

This economic system is so alive in anawim communities like Payatas, unfortunately what they have to share is not enough for all of them to rise from such an inhumane condition.

But despite the lack, the stench of rotting garbage, human and animal wastes, and stagnant garbage-filled canals in this fly-infested community, has turned into the sweet fragrance of hopes, dreams, and passion of a people long deprived and forgotten both by the church and an economic system supposedly sworn to serve them.

And the pagpag, that piece of treasure from fly-ridden mounds of rotting garbage, a delicacy with the most delicious taste of a people’s dream for the good life.

“We have been neglected and pushed to fetch for ourselves, to look for a decent source of livelihood because government refuses to see us,” said Ate Arlene, “and now, even that they want to take away from us including our homes.”
“Our work may be dirty, but it’s honest,” she lamented.

This month they face demolition. (Note: Last December 2014, the judge ruled in their favor, still they are waiting for their case to be escalated to the Supreme Court or other cases to be filed against them).

Where do we stand as Christians?

What would be the standpoint and the viewpoint of the man from Nazareth, whom we claim to follow?

These people do not need pity, they do not need charity, nor do they need to be patronized.

What they need is recognition. What they need is inclusion. What they need is the sincerity of the people tasked to give them a decent and humane way of life.

What they need are true Christians – people who live as Christ lived – who are not just willing to take up their own cross but also that of others, just so everyone could truly experience the true kingdom of heaven.

They do not need a beautiful parish or a shrine in an exclusive subdivision where they could not even visit without getting scrutinized and discriminated by arrogant guards. Where is Christ there?

What they need are true Christians.

This experience has strengthened my resolve to continue my journey to the heights of Mt. Carmel. I know that I can make a difference, if not for the whole community, at least for one soul, to inspire him to be a true follower of Christ, by becoming a true Christian myself.

My prayer is for the Father to help me, to keep me grounded, and for him to constantly remind me that this is the reason why I am here – others.