The Divine Mercy and the Blessed Sacrament

Paying a visit to the Blessed Sacrament this afternoon and praying the 3 o'clock prayer at the strike of 3:00 PM, I noticed the reflections on each of the doors to the tabernacle: red light is reflected on the right door while white light, on the left door. During an hour I was there, I took several shots trying to capture that which could be seen by the natural eyes at the moment. The above photo is the closest. From the looks of it, we can tell the Divine Mercy of God emanates from the Blessed Sacrament or the consecrated Host which is Jesus Christ Himself found within the Holy Masses, in the tabernacles and the adoration chapels.

Crusade Prayer 55: To prepare for The Warning

O my Dear Jesus, please open the hearts of all God's children to the Gift of Your Great Mercy. Help them to accept Your Divine Mercy with love and gratitude. Enable them to become humble before You and beg for the forgiveness of their sins, so that they can become part of Your Glorious Kingdom. Amen.

source: crusadeprayergroup.org

The coming of the second Pentecost

A confirmation Mass was going on when I arrived at church this afternoon. Waiting for the Sunday Mass I was to hear, I recited the Divine Mercy chaplet. During the recitation, I took a glimpse to the Divine Mercy image on the left side where I was kneeling. I noticed the reflection on the glass. It was no supernatural occurrence but the reflection on the glass covering of the image was telling something to my spirit. After the recitation, I took my camera to capture it. The reflection of the lights slightly down the Heart of the image resemble "tongues of fire" as in the First Pentecost in the Upper Room. By this, I was brought to a "feeling" the Second Pentecost is about to happen in the world. The coming Second Pentecost, according to the photo-vision, is a gift of the Divine Mercy to humankind. Conchita, the leading visionary of Garabandal and the Bayside seer Veronica Lueken has and had been talking about this long before, respectively. So does the present time seer Maria Divine Mercy. And they call it either "The Warning" or "The Illumination of Conscience."

Lightning is fire!

Divine Mercy at work by timeliness of photo capture -- T-shirt stripes and skin complexion coincide with rays and altar colors

You dreamed of the Lord Jesus of the Divine Mercy.

Standing in His Greatness before you, He appeared with two rays of light coming from His Heart; but His Hands were outstretched to shock your head with lightning!

This is perplexing.

But in the silence of the heart, I was led to ask you this question: "May we know your most pressing problem by the time you had this dream?"

"It's concerning my lot wherein adjoining neighbors took some portions from," you replied.

And God brought you immediately to a realization, your "Aha!" moment: Your dream is prophetic. It already came to pass and you survived it.

The fire that razed the neighborhood including your house is the "lightning" coming from the Hands of God -- the Divine Justice -- in the light of the Divine Mercy. God is providing a learning experience for the unrepentant and a way out for God's people.

All is back to normal with new houses reconstructed in the fire-devastated neighborhood, including yours; and see if the old practice of stealing slices from your lot is still committed?

"None! Everything's fair after the fire."

(To a church-goer, family man)

Last Part: The instrument

The cellist of the Manila String Machine before the quartet's concert held recently at SM Lanang Premier in Davao City, Philippines

(Last of Two Parts: See previous story here)

I never pursued Master of Arts and Doctorate since God has spoken into my heart through the words of my professor who, after my accident and successful climb in Mount Apo, said, and I quote: "You can now write a book because you have experience."

But God, in fact, was forming me to be simple, although I had the chance to pursue masteral in Theology out of free post-graduate studies offered at the local Ateneo. It was a temptation. But "something" prevented me so that I was not able to pursue it.

Even if I were to pursue it, I still would not be able to defend a thesis work because I am not good in conversational English. "[..] can write good English but he cannot speak good English," I used to hear this from my professor.

Interior locution is a Divine gift wherein Divine messages are heard word-for-word through the heart of the gifted. This is not my case. I have received nothing of this sort -- but an idea, a thought, a feeling, an abstract form of "something divine" implanted into and is received by my heart with unexplained joy in the spirit and thus expressed in writing in the style and availability of tools that the instrument has in his person.

Sometimes, I have a dilemma whether or not to publish certain inspiration which is much opposite from what is always heard in the local pulpits. But when I press the "publish" button, I feel the surge of joy coming out from my heart which is, otherwise, ruled by uneasiness or restlessness if I did the contrary.

Should this blog be regarded as divinely-inspired is not my concern at all, much less whether the directives from Heaven are heeded or not. For, as St. Bernadette Soubirous said, "My job is to inform, never to convince." Certainly! For, to convince is God's Own Action manifested in the "signs, wonders and miracles" that follow after each publication.

Why, then, is God using the worst of sinners as me in this calling? I, too, wondered; but, oh, now I see -- it is but to demonstrate to the world that He is truly Mercy.

“Love your misery, for upon it God exercises His mercy.” -Blessed Elizabeth of the Trinity

First Part: The instrument

The cello

(First of Two Parts) 

“I have been all things unholy. If God can work through me, He can work through anyone.” -St. Francis of Assisi

I am a sinner, first and foremost, a sinner worse than anybody in the world, living or dead, a sinner guilty of every sin, hell-deserving, equally prideful as the fallen chief angel-turned-devil; but I have an edge: I recognize my miseries, I recognize God's Mercy.

I will not dare write in this profile about the Divine Calling that I have found myself in out of respect for the clergy and the bishops of the Archdiocese of Davao. But I am walking on the path of this calling.

I graduated a Bachelor's degree in the Arts with Mass Communication as major -- but I am not brilliant. Let me tell you an inside story. I should not have graduated, in the first place, because I had flunked one subject which I needed to pass to graduate.

But some faculty members, moderators of the college yearbook, wanted me in for the editorial staff of that year's yearbook.

To shorten the story, my 5.0 was changed to a passing grade through the intervention of one of the moderators. Or was it a Divine Intervention? Because that particular yearbook became the starting point of this calling, that is, the blog, "The Heart Where I Will Speak" -- as a dream would confirm later.

I pursued business news and feature journalism as job after graduation -- but my heart is into prose and poetry, my "first love." I decided to stop.

My major's description, I see later, is a portent to the Divine Calling that I was to follow these days: "MASS COMMUNICATION" -- or, "COMMUNICATING the Holy MASS" in the web as this. (Click here to continue)

Pope John Paul II visits me in my dream after his death

The papal chair used by then Pope John Paul II during Mass he officiated at Davao City airport in 1981

Mercy was stirred within my heart when the late Pope John Paul II was on his deathbed.

Watching in Davao City a live telecast from the Vatican in 2005, I decided to accompany him on his dying moment by uninterrupted recitations of the Chaplet of the Divine Mercy -- until he would breathe his last.

Days after his death, the Pope, dressed in his light, creamy-yellow papal vestments, visited me in my poor, lowly house -- in my night sleep!

The two of us were sitting on a simple, wooden bench facing each other in the balcony of the hut; and we were "talking" as a father to a son and a son to a father.

Details of the papal insignia of Pope John Paul II

It was "talking" in the spirit, soul to soul, eye to eye!!!

And I found myself sobbing; I woke up sobbing like a longtime yearning of my soul has been fulfilled.

Oh, the sobbing!

Those tears of the soul!

I cannot help but remember the very moment I saw Pope John Paul the Second in person when he visited Davao City in 1981.

As he appeared on the Altar at the Davao City airport, climbing up the stairs to sit on the papal chair, I was sobbing like a child!

Admittedly, I had a personal wish which had longtime been buried in the deep recesses of my soul. 

And this was: to be graced of a papal visit as happened to a selected few whose privilege I had a holy envy to. 

The particular wish met unexpected fulfillment when I let myself be a vessel of the Lord wherein God could exercise His Mercy to the Pope.

And the Blessed Pope, in return, fulfilled the secret-yet-forgotten desire of my soul.

Trumpeters of Mercy

The marang fruits look like a man talking through a microphone

First, take the log out of your own eye; then you will see clearly, so that you can remove the splinter from your brother's eye! -Matthew 7:5

The log and the splinter: which is of a bigger chunk?

Since clerical irreverence to the Holy Eucharist is the cause of the sprouting of new evils in our locality, what should a priest speak about in his homilies?

Because when you (note: this is addressed to the clergy) preach against "splinters," but you have a log to take out on first.

Have we returned to the Traditional Latin Mass which is the Ultimate Will of Heaven to set our place aright?

Not yet.

Should you preach against yourselves?

Of course, not.

Be silent, then, on those matters -- but busy your tongues on the Divine Mercy that is the Holy Eucharist.

Sinners are enraptured to hear God's Mercy -- as you, too, need this Great Mercy.

The sounds of the pulpits are not "clashing cymbals" but of Divine Love and Mercy.

If I speak in human and angelic tongues but do not have love, I am a resounding gong or a clashing cymbal. -1 Corinthians 13:1

Diary of St.Faustina introduces me to experience beyond ordinary

I have become interested on "life after death" since my mother died. I wanted to "know" at least what her life "over there" would be like. That is why I bought myself books that deal with the topic of the "life after." One is "My Dream of Heaven;" the other, "Divine Mercy in My Soul," the diary book of St. Faustina. Little did I know that this diary would introduce me to experience things beyond the ordinary. Don the prophet calls it "spiritual experiences;" he wrote me beforehand about it but he never gave details. He only said that, during jubilee time, God would grant me "spiritual experiences." St. Faustina, in her diary, called it "divine delights." Others call it "ecstasies." Or, that which were experienced by saints! I bought the diary book in 2003, two months after Mama's death. Since it is a thick book, I took my time reading it; and I read it only in my leisure time. And I noticed as I went along, some experiences of St. Faustina that she wrote about in the diary, I came to experience also!