𝘉𝘺 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘚𝘦𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘯
I have a problem. I have to write this reflection for tomorrow—for publishing—but my mind is blank. Kuya Dan, my editor, expected it yesterday.
Have I no more story to offer?
I remember saying something like this back in 2021 to one kuya in my light group. In so many words, I told him, “My life is so ordinary. I have no witness to tell.”
He graciously replied, “Look at Mary. Nothing was extraordinary in her life—on the surface—but she was chosen.”
Back then, my son Lucio was not yet diagnosed with autism, and my bunso, Sabino, who has Down Syndrome, was not yet born. But I already told that story.
Fast forward to 2025, and here I am again, asking the same question: Have I no more story to tell?
Kanina, pauwi na ako, may desire ako dumaan sa Blessed Sacrament sa loob ng base kung saan ako nagwo-work. It was only my second visit since I discovered Him there (I even wondered if calling it “discovered” was appropriate).
There’s always peace in the presence of the Eucharist.
Tagos pa rin ang ingay mula sa labas, pero may katahimikan. May kapayapaan. Alam ko na “state” at hindi “place” ang tinutukoy ni Brother Bo nung dinedescribe niya ang “surrendered place.” Pero kanina, parang gets ko kung ano ang ibig niyang sabihin.
In that short encounter, God gave me something to witness.
Walang mabigat na istorya. Tinawag lang Niya ako—at nagpatawag naman ako.
Have I no story to tell?
When we seek God, He’ll give us stories to tell. And every encounter with him is a story worth telling.
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