Pentecost Sunday*Overcoming Our Fears

Ps 104:1, 24, 29-31, 34
Acts 2:1-11
1Corinthians 12:3-7, 12-13
John 20:19-23

It is a courageous act to admit recognize that we are afraid. Great people- heroes, and martyrs alike , and those who are willing to give their lives for the sake of others are people who acknowledge their own fears and anxieties. Upon the death of Jesus, his disciples were together collectively feeling the chilling effect of the state/empire terror. Their leader was slapped with trumped-up charges, he was arrested, humiliated before the public and meted with capital punishment (death penalty) by hanging on the cross. The once leader who healed the sick, and preached radically about God’s Kingdom, who saved the woman from stoning to death, who exalted the humble and meek, who was in the company of the dirty, marginalized and outcasts is now dead. He, the champion of the poor who critically engaged the ruling system and never shown any favorable -patronizing attachment with the hypocrites and powerful is now gone. His disciples must be weary and anxious. They could be the next victim of the terror. If the intention of the empire is to eliminate its perceived enemy, the logic was to “get them all.”
The disciples were afraid. They could not deny their close association with him. I was dangerous then to be identified with Jesus. that The security information must have done a dossier of them and their whereabouts. Besides, the state must have suspected them that they were hiding the body of Jesus.

They were hiding, as a way to handle their own fear. The fear is borne out of reality that they could be apprehended .and attacked at anytime. They rather not expose their vulnerability . They still have a mission to carry on. In the mean time taking a side step was a wise decision.
However, fear did not immobilize them. The Spirit –the Life-giving-Power , the resurrection had given them hope and overcome their fear. The fear was replaced by PEACE. They received the SPIRT ( he BREATH) – the power that will transcends their worries and anxieties- which came upon them. They were not forever lock downed by fear and side-step. The “retreat” was just temporary , and they went ahead with the work and the mission . Perhaps they were still afraid. The enemy must constantly watching their moves. The church was founded by faithful disciples who were given the power of Spirit and the message of Resurrection to carry on what was entrusted by them,
And so, we still have prophets and missionaries who in the midst of fear and error of the empire, are steadfast in their calling. The church ,the movement of prophets and believers of God’s Kingdom is a testimony that the teaching of the righteous , the love of humanity and genuine interest to serve the people will never die. It as like the message of the hymn by Frederick William Faber,1849:
“ Faith of our fathers (ancestors) ! living still
In spite of dungeon, fire, and sword.
O how our hearts beat high with joy
Whene’er we hear that glorious word!
Faith of our fathers (ancestors) , holy faith!
We will be true to thee till death.”

Today, we seem to be swimming in the river of our tears. We are both mourning and angry. We hunger and thirst for justice. We do not even want the breathe in the air that being breathe out by the tyrant and the murderers. The death of George Floyd in Minneapolis in U.S.A enraged us all. He was a black man who died after a policeman kneel on his neck brought unspeakable pain and anger . The killing of humanitarian activist Jory Porquia manifest a glaring callousness and impunity in the time of COVID 19 pandemic and lockdown . Her daughter was one amongst detained when her group would offer an memorial honor for him . Her daughter said that the case of his father has not been investigated, yet the mass arrest of those who would mourn for his father had been filed on the court. Today, we have heard a sad news about the killing of Carlito Badion a leader of KADAMAY , an urban poor organization. His body was found along the highway of Ormoc City on May 28,2020Prior to hos murder he had receiving harassments and threats, the military red-tagged him and eventually silence him. But their dead bodies still speak to us. We see the people heeding their voices, resurrecting them through our bodies.

We are like the psalmist who once said. “ Out of the depths I cry to you, LORD” (Psalm 130:1b).

WE suffer much from this impunity. Like the disciples of Jesus , we feel how dangerous it is to transform our grief and anger into prophetic action. But like the disciples of Jesus, they were given the power to keep the mission going. There will be an assurance of PEACE in our hearts . In the name of those who suffer from bigotry, discrimination and exploitation, the Spirit will empower us to pursue the cause of overcoming evil lurking within the systems of our society. The inspiration of the life, work, ministry and mission of Jesus will be the LIGHT that will guide us. Those who went ahead of us who dared and risked their lives for the sake of others will be our inspiration to carry on. They shall live in our hearts and in our daily prophetic and pastoral work.

Breathe on me, Breath of God
As we are mourning and grieving
The deaths of many people–
Young, old, and vulnerable ones.

Breathe on me, Breath of God
When we are anxious and scared
From a disease caused by a virus,
Unseen to our eyes yet occupying bodies.

Breathe on me, Breath of God
When we are angry and enraged
With a hostile policy that is anti-poor,
Leading the lowly into greater vulnerability.

Breathe on me, Breath of God
As we repent for our insensitivity
And privilege of having more
That led us to blend thoughts and perceptions
In a discourse of resilience and obedience to laws,
Now weaponized against our own people.

Awaken us to our connivance
with anti-poor policies.

Help us to see that
We benefit because we have means,
We are secure and privileged
Even with a semblance of a vacation.

Raise our awareness that
This lockdown in poor communities
Means suffering, hunger, and tears,
Even as we preach sacrifice for the benefit of all.

Breathe on me, Breath of God
As we pray for those who care for the sick and dying
And those who look for cures and scientific explanation.
Release us from ignorance and myths
that may proclaim what is factual and true.

Breathe on me, Breath of God
As we demand a medical approach to a health crisis,
As we clamor for free testing and health services for the ill,
As we assert a rights-based approach to this problem.

Breathe on me, Breath of God—
Spirit, Ruah, She Who Hovers Over,
The MOVEMENT THAT NEVERS EXPIRES,
Movement like the Wind
That cannot be locked down.##

Bato: Ang Saya!

ang sayaThey close up their callous hearts,
and their mouths speak with arrogance
   (Ps. 17:10 NIV)

“Kaya nasabi kong ang sarap nang buhay kasi mas mabilis ang talakayan ng bills kapag naka-(WebEx) kami at mas maaga matapos ang session,” Dela Rosa said in a message to reporters.

(The reason I said that was because our discussions on the bills were faster as we used WebEx and the session was suspended early).

“Sarap ng buhay, sarap ng buhay, ganito na lang tayo palagi ha?”

(Life is good, life is good, I hope we’re like this all the time.)

In the midst of the pandemic and lockdown, and in a situation when many people are suffering from the loss of jobs and hunger, the Senator  managed to make a reckless  and thoughtless  joke.

This shows how  an official with privileges and power is so  insensitive. De la Rosa’s statement also exposes the sharp gap in terms of privilege between those who hold  positions of power and those who are stuck  in the quagmire of poverty. And yet, those who are caught in that morass are his constituents.

He was happy that the session was suspended early. Whether there is a session or no session Mr. Bato de la Rosa, like his fellow lawmakers, is still paid in full amount according to the budgetary allocation. His happy condition is a far cry from the predicament of the many drivers, construction workers, vendors, contractual employees, the security guards, the garbage collectors , and the daily wage earners who, upon imposition of the lockdown, could not earn their keep. They do not even have the assurance that they could avail of the food packs and aids would come their way..

This is the same man who once made a chilling joke during his campaign sortie by saying,   “Kasi kung ayaw niyong pumalakpak bukas pa-tokhang ko kayo sa pulis,” ( If you will not clap your hands, I will order the police to kill you.)  Tokhang is a slang for “to kill” or “killing” and one that was coined and associated with Duterte’s drug war.

This is the same man who,  without any reservation and shame, announced that the war on drugs is a success. He said, “If many believe that the number of drug addicts has gone down, then somehow we are successful.”[1]

This is the same man who, instead of assuring us of investigation and making sure that violators and those responsible for the killings should be  made accountable, as the former PNP chief,   ignored the atrocities by simply saying: “Let’s forget all the bad things that happened for the sake of the children.”[2]

De la Rosa’s words are not only inappropriate; they are uncalled for. His statements show the high of his insensitivity and injudiciousness. He was not only wrong, but he was also, in reality, incapable of solving the problem of addiction inhumane and just ways. He had also devalued the  grief of the tokhang victims’ families. With an extravagance of arrogance and egotism, the former PNP chief entirely missed the point and disregarded the pain and grief of those who lost their loved ones.  True to his nickname, Bato (stone), he has a heart of cold stone that does not feel for the people.

Senator dela Rosa must learn compassion and solidarity with the poor people. He must learn to be humble and instead of insulting comments, offer words of hope and mercy. He should learn these lessons from the people from below, who, in spite of material poverty and low status in society, know what hope and mercy means.

The pandemic has only exposed more the ugly attitude of those who are in power. While people are suffering and are dying, Bato de la Rosa is enjoying a life so  convenient and “masaya.”

NORMA P. DOLLAGA

Kapatirang SImabhan Para sa Bayan

KASIMBAYAN

kasimbayan@yahoo,com.ph

Panaghoy at Ayuda

 

Maagang pumila si Maria sa linya ng ayuda
Baka sakali maibigay na ang inaabangang biyaya
Nag-umpisa tumayo sa linya ng alas quatro ng umaga
May baong tubig, malamig na tinapay, pwedi na kaysa wala.

Patakbo takbo ang mga tao, pag may nabalitaan nadoon daw ang ayuda
Tatkbo patungo kung saan itinuro ng tagapaghatid – balita
“Ang gulo , “sabi ni Maria,” para kaming binubusabos at pinaglalaruan.”
Tirik na ang araw, nanginginig na si Maria wala pa ang inaasam
Di bale sabi niya, titiyagain ko ito, ang aking mga anak ito ang inaasahan

Magpapahinga na ang araw, gumagapang na ang takip silim
Tanong niya, “bakit kay tagal ng mahiwagang kaloob para sa amin”
At sa huling lagok ng baon niyang tubig halos lumuha na sa abang kalagayan
Sadya bang walang respeto kung mahirap ang pagbibigyan”

“Panay ang pananalita ng mga armadong kalalakihan
Tingin yata sa amin ay mga kriminal na dapat bantayan
Nakapanlulumo na dahil kami ay dukha at gutom
Kami ay madaling takutin  ng baril at kanilang sermon
Dapat daw ang Presidenete ay aming pasalamatan
Pagkat kung wala siya kawawa daw kaming nasa kahirapan

“Nalipasan na ako ng gutom at antok, wala pa rin ang ayuda
Orasan ay nagbabadya na nung bata kami ay kung tawagin ay lagim na
Alas dose na, nagbago na ang damit ni Cinderella, wala pa rin ang biyaya
Makalipas ang ilang minuto, nabuhayan ako ng loob
Parang troping gantimpala ang inaabangang   handog
Hindi ko na bibilangan ilang oras ang mula sa alas quatro ng umaga
Hanggang ala-una ng umaga ng kasunod na araw
Kahit nabakli na ang kamay ng relo sa pag-ikot nito at pag-aabang
Sa wakas ang walong libong pisong pinangarap ay aking nakamtan”

Sa kanyang pag uwi, dama ang galak , pero nakaramdam ng sakit ng katawan
Inapuyan ng lagnat marahil sa mahabang pagpapagal
Sabi niya, “ Kaya kong maghintay ng ganoong katagal
Pero mas sanay akong magbanat ng buto at kumita ng may dangal
Lockdwon na ito , ang mahalaga lang ay ang batas
Pero di naman inaaruga ang pangunahing pangangailangan.”

“Nakapagpahinga na ako, at titipirin ang nakuhang biyaya
Pero nalungkot naman ako
Sa hirap yata ng dinanas ng isa sa kasama kong pumila,
Pag-uwi sa bahay ay tuluyan ng nanlupaypay at namayapa
Ang walong libong inaasam, wala pa la siya sa lista.

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