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I Am Here

by Raul Espenocilla


Do not worry about tomorrow for tomorrow will worry about itself
Said by my brother Jesus to the person with anxiety and distress.
For whoever who believes in Him shall not perish but shall continue to exist
In this world of love where people with pure hearts are holy and blest.

Ask and it will be given to you, seek and you shall find
Knock unto him and the door of happiness will be found.
In the darkness of your soul where light seldom sparks
His arms welcome you, ‘I am with you always until the very end of time’.

A Letter to a Friend

By Kenneth Acap

The author is a former Columban seminarian from Bacolod City.

Dearest Friend,

It is both in profound gratitude and in slight weariness that I am writing you this letter.

You
see, our world has greatly changed. Every single day, my values are
being challenged by television and other media. I can sometimes
see myself caving in, wanting to have a bite of the morsel offered by
the bohemian society. What we have right now is good. I admit, there is
nothing wrong in change. What I am concerned about, though, is when we
change our established core values to accommodate the fleeting and
dictated trends of false self-imaging.

BEING HONEST HURTS

By Suzzanne Saniel

Suzzanne is from Consolacion, Dalaguete, Cebu. She graduated as a Bachelor in Secondary Education major in Physics and Chemistry last 2007 and has been teaching in B.R.I.G.H.T. Academy, Banilad, Cebu City for two years. Presently she is a Chemistry teacher.

As a child, I was told to tell the truth always. I remember confessing just before my First Communion that I had lied many times. The value of honesty has always struck me and I have observed how people easily get around it. As I was growing up, I got confused with telling a twisted truth and a lie. I also realized how being frank enough to tell the truth could even lead to persecution. So if being honest at all times is not good, we try to be prudent.

True Happiness

By Vanessa T. De Guzman

‘There’s true happiness when you find your feet walking in your dream shoes.’

Happiness, according to Webster’s Encyclopedic Dictionary (1992), is the feelings of joy and pleasure mingled in varying degrees. But we can never define the true happiness of others, no matter how much we know them.

Asian Youth Day Cross visits the Young People of Bacolod

By Giovanni A. Solibio

The author, a teacher by profession, is a volunteer staff member of the Commission on Youth of the Diocese of Bacolod.

While staring at the Cross as it was being carried by some young people of Panay, a feeling of excitement and joy invaded my whole being. The noise of the crowd and the vehicles moving to and fro reminded me of the awesome presence of the Cross. I was so preoccupied then with how the Commission on Youth staff together with the council and the young people of Bacolod could provide accommodation for all. In spite of this, I was able to focus on the Cross as we commenced the caravan around the city passing the different schools with the welcoming students lining the streets. As the Cross visited every corner of each young person’s heart and soul, the power of the icon of God’s love for humanity was so vividly evident. I felt a desire of wanting Christ present to these young people and for the unfolding revelation of God`s love to all people. That very significant moment was strangely distinctive in the sense that it brought about a transfiguration, even for a short period of time, in the lives of the welcoming crowd.

By Isidro Antiquiera

The author is from Binalbagan, Negros Occidental, and has a brother, Jason, studying for the priesthood with the Columbans and currently working in the Misyon office in Manila.

Absence of foresight: A gift from God

By Shiela Mae G. Ticar

The author is a third year Bachelor in Secondary Education major in Social Science at the University of St La Salle, Bacolod City.

I was born an inquisitive individual. It’s very usual and natural for me to be very curious about a lot of things, even senseless ones. Since the time I learned the art of talking and inquiry, I usually would ask my family a lot of questions. I would even dare to ask neighbors and people I’d meet. I would ask about the world - its physical characteristics, wonders and so on. I would ask about people and events. I would ask why there’s a moon at night and a sun in daytime. As time passed by, my curiosity about many things was answered by books, media and experiences. Almost all was perfectly answered except the questions ‘Why God doesn’t reveal to us His magnificent plans for us?’ and ‘Why does God allow us to fail and make mistakes?’

WE ARE EACH OTHER’S INSTRUMENTS OF LOVE

By Elaine Roselle C. Aquino

The author is from Cagayan de Oro City and sent us this reflection some time ago.

Every day, I try to find myself and I try to find the meaning behind the things I see and the things that happen to me. Why? Because, like most of us, there is a struggle within me that never ceases; I am discontented, a word that can easily define us humans in the natural sense.

As I observe the people around me when I go to and from school on a jeepney, I wonder if they also make an effort at finding themselves or the meaning of things. On a daily basis, they work for a living. And during their day-to-day routine of pushing carts, selling barbecues, begging money, driving jeepneys or even doing almost nothing the whole day, I wonder if, at the end of the day, they still try to figure out why these things happen to them? When I ride the jeepney, tired yet still surprisingly energized from the activities in school, I often look at some of the passengers and wonder how it would be like to live in their shoes. It would probably be a whole new kind of life-story different from mine. We probably lead different, unique lives.

‘Flying-Tsinelas’

By Jeshiene S. Padilla

Jesh is a civil engineering student at Liceo de Cagayan University, Cagayan de Oro City.

These past few years of my 19 in this world, I’ve learned so many things that I had taken for granted. I had ignored people instead of taking good care of them; I only assumed that they already know how much I valued them. But sometimes it's not enough to keep things unsaid. 

‘Girls, wear skirts tomorrow!’

Alma told her story in the September-October 2003 issue of Misyon. This article is related to what she wrote then. Alma passed the Civil Service and Teachers' Board exams in 2007.

‘S-K-I-R-T-S!!! Not again!’

Announcements like this during my college days used to make my day glum. It’s not that I hated wearing skirts, but my appearance when wearing them concerned me most and thus made me crawl from shame.

One of my downfalls was that I had no self confidence when it came to my body structures. I didn’t have that ‘Coca-cola figure’ to be proud of. I just had the typical body of an Igorot with strong, robust calves and arms due to heavy work in the fields. That’s why I didn’t have the nerve to wear mini-skirts just like everybody else did. When I tried it once, it seemed that everyone was staring at me and saying in their minds, ‘Hey! Look at that. She’s got no shame at all parading those robust, scarred calves!’ Those sarcastic glares just gave me the strength to dash to my boarding house to change my clothes. So during my high school years, I had my uniform skirts tailored three to four inches below the knee to conceal my calves.

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